“You like my dirty talk, baby, huh?”
“Yes.”
“Naughty girl.”
His tongue caressed my right nipple while his fingers pinched the left one. These simultaneous sensations were driving me crazy, and I squirmed under his skilled moves.
“Your breasts are so hot, Madison. I want to cum all over them.”
My body convulsed and my toes curled in the shoes when I heard him say this. Yes, I wanted it so badly.
“Yes, boss. Cum all over me.”
“Fuck,” he hissed and squeezed my breasts with his hands, kissing one nipple and then switching to the other, and by the time he lowered his mouth to my stomach, I was completely lost and desperate to feel his touch on my pussy.
He unzipped my pants and took them off. He slid his hand over the front part of my black undies, eliciting a loud moan from me. Since the day he fingered me, I opted for the sexier underwear, and I loved his reaction when his eyes fell on my sexy lingerie. He was totally turned on by it.
He stopped touching me for a moment and leaned backward to take off his tie.
“Get ready to lose your sight.”
He put his tie over my eyes and tied it on the back of my head. Now I understood why girls loved being blindfolded. Not being able to see your partner, while impatiently waiting for their next move was something completely sexy, and it made my pussy drenching wet.
“I’m going to soak your couch.” I was completely naked and I already felt my juices trickling out of my pussy and onto his couch.
He groaned. “I’ll buy a new one. If you could only see yourself now. All naked and wet for me.” He groaned again, and then he pressed his palm against my pulsating core.
“Ah! Yes, Grant. Please, touch me.”
“Oh. I will touch you. I will do even more. Now, I want you to listen to me. You have to be quiet. No one could hear us. If you disobey me and scream, I will spank you. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Keep your hands next to your body and open your legs widely.” I followed his instructions. “I will get some ice.”
Some ice?
I heard him walk away, open something and then close it. Several moments later, he joined me on the couch.
“Grant?”
He didn’t answer anything, and then I felt something cold on my nipple.
“Ah!” I screamed, feeling the pleasure and coldness at the same time, as my nipple became a hard bud.
Without any warning, he turned me onto my hip and spanked my ass. “Grant!” I cried out. It wasn’t painful. Not really. His slap was light enough not to leave any harsh pain, but strong enough to make me convulse in the wave of pleasure that washed over me after the initial pricking passed.
“You forgot you aren’t allowed to scream.”
Damn. I loved this dominant Grant.
“Yes, boss.”
“Good.” He brought me back onto my ass. “This is just a cube of ice, baby. It will make everything better. Just relax.”
I did as I was told, breathing quickly as he moved that cube over one nipple, then other, and then moved it lower—ever so slowly. I fought hard not to scream, because the pleasure was too much, and I was panting like crazy.
I couldn’t see anything, which made all these sensations much stronger, and it was difficult for me not to use my hands to relieve myself from this tension. I kept them next to my body, like he’d instructed me to.