“Yes,” I whisper.
“How badly?” He bends forward, the scarf dangling in front of my eyes. I realize that it’s not a scarf.
It’s a silk blindfold.
“Badly,” I whisper.
“You’ll have to do something for me. You’ll have to go past your normal limits. Can you do that, Clara?”
“Yes,” I whisper, practically moaning for him. “Yes, please.”
“Good.” He gets behind me and wraps the blindfold around my face. “Very good.”
Darkness. The world goes black. But… not entirely.
I can still hear him breathing near me. I can feel his body, sense his skin near mine. He lifts me up to my feet again, leads me back to the bed, places me down again softly. He pushes me back, presses me down on the comforter.
I feel him spread my legs.
I’m not sure what to expect. But nothing happens. Not at first. I think he’s about to touch me, tease me, give me something more, but…
Nothing. I wait for him, but nothing.
And then something. His lips against my skin, against my nipples. He’s kissing my chest as his hand sides down between my legs.
He teases my pussy, my aching pussy. I groan as he rubs my clit, drops to his knees, starts to lick me again.
This time, there’s a new intensity. It’s like we’re moving on a new level now, a new plane of existence. I’ve left my body behind and I’m following him…
Somewhere. I don’t know where.
But it’s incredible.
“Not being able to see changes things,” he says softly. “If you can get past the fear, the discomfort, the distrust… if you can give yourself to me.”
“I can,” I groan.
“I believe you.” His fingers slip inside of me, caressing my pussy. “I know you can, Clara. It’s why I’m doing this.”
I groan, rolling my hips. I feel so good I can barely control myself. Pleasure blossoms, rolls along my skin, up through my hips. I want to kiss him, touch him, but I can’t see.
I gasp as he moves his fingers out. I feel his body against mine, my legs getting spread wide.
I feel his cock teasing my pussy before he slides himself inside of me.
I gasp. It’s like the first time. Pleasure, pain, intensity, desire. I roll my hips, pushing back against him.
“That’s right, Clara. Come back against me. Use your whole body, let yourself feel it all.”
I gasp as his cock pushes hard inside of me. He bites my shoulder, my breasts, my nipples, my lips. I roll my hips as he starts to fuck me again.
It’s like we’re picking up right where we left off. It’s like he didn’t stop to blindfold me at all.
I’m right there, right on the precipice. I can feel that orgasm inside of me, begging to get released. But he’s unrelenting.
“Stringing you along, teasing you, keeping you just on the edge,” he whispers in my ear, “that’s what you need, Clara. It’ll teach you discipline. And you need discipline. You need a Daddy to make you stronger.”
“Please,” I moan. “Just let me come. I need it so badly.”
“Not yet, little Clara, but soon.”
He pulls back, slides out from inside of me. I feel him grab my hips, roll me over, press my face against a pillow, my ass in the air.
I’m so exposed. I’m blindfolded, totally unable to see a thing, and my pussy is up in the air, my ass spread wide open. I’m dripping wet and he could do anything to me, absolutely anything.
And I want him to. I want it all, whatever he can dream up. I want him to fuck me in ways I’ve never pictured before. I want every sensation he can bring to bear and then some.
I feel his hands on my ass as his tongue licks me, top to bottom. I groan, wiggling my hips. He licks my ass, focusing there, licking all around. I groan, surprised at how good it feels as he pulls back.
“Relax, Clara,” he whispers, mouth surprisingly close to my ear.
I feel his cock press against my ass. I bite my lip, tense up. He slaps my ass. “Relax,” he says again.
I do as he says. I relax myself, calming my muscles, top to bottom. Finally, I feel him slide his huge cock inside of my ass.
I groan. I can’t see a thing as he fills me from behind. I’ve never had a man inside of my ass before and this feels…
Good. Surprisingly good.
Shockingly good.
And dirty. And wrong. And messed up.
And that makes it feel so much better.
He starts to fuck my ass. Slowly at first, but getting faster. Not rough, not too hard. He doesn’t hurt me, not any more than he has to.
But I work my hips. I stay calm, relaxed, letting myself flow with the moment.
And it feels good. He’s right. As soon as I truly let go of myself, pleasure blooms all over my skin.