Under Wraps - Love Under Lockdown
“You like the pain?”
“There isn’t really much pain, master. Not real bad pain, anyway. Even the rough stuff, the tying me up and fucking me hard, Even the ball gag. It doesn’t hurt. It can be really intense, but it doesn’t hurt. The spanking hurts a bit, but then it feels really good after. It’s all kinda unpredictable, which makes it really exciting. Oh, and the creativity!”
“Such as?” he asked.
“Well, the flowers, for one. The rose petals, I mean. Making the big pink and white hearts in my bedroom. The blindfolds, so I can’t see but can still feel. The feeling becomes a bit stronger, if I’m honest. The dress-up was pretty fun. Oh, and the butterscotch!”
“That was fun,” he agreed, breaking character just a bit.
“There is no other person I will give my body to than you. I am yours, my master. Completely and forever.”
“What do you like me to do, specifically?” he asked.
My mind reeled, trying to think of the right thing to say. In the end, I decided to just tell the truth and start at the beginning.
“I like it when you suck my toes.”
I gasped as much with pleasure as surprise as, suddenly, my master’s beautiful mouth was gently sucking my big toe, his lovely hands stroking my legs as he did so. Giving my other toe some tender love, he continued stroking my legs, waiting for me to tell him what else I liked. It didn’t take too long for me to work this out.
“I-I like it when you cup and stroke my pussy,” I said.
Caressing his hands up my legs, they came to a rest, meeting on my belly. His right hand then slipped down between my thighs, lightly cupping my wet, aching pussy. I moaned with pleasure and relief. Even his voice made me so horny.
Just silently touching me for a long while, my sweet master began to stroke me in slow, tight circles, making sure to hit my clit with every pass, sending another jolt of pleasure blasting through me. I desperately wanted to moan, but master hadn’t given me permission. I got away with it in the shower, but we weren’t really doing it then. When he tied me up, it was serious, and his word was law. I did not even move without his permission.
I got even wetter just at the thought of Damien in complete control of my body, doing whatever he wanted with me, whenever he wanted. I trusted him entirely. I trusted him with my life. I knew, as well as I knew anything, that he would never harm me.
“I-I also like when I’m not sure if you’re going to let me cum,” I gasped, edging on a moan but not crossing the invisible, forbidden line.
Taking advantage of my new wetness, my master angled his hand and slipped three fingers deep inside me, going up to the third knuckle. After giving me time to get used to being filled up, he started to gently move inside me, working my pussy towards a massive orgasm, taking his time to get there, building up the anticipation, not only of the burst of pleasure exploding behind my eyes every time he made me cum, but of seeing if he would actually allow me to cum. Just when I got to the point that I wanted to scream, he came to a halt, cupping my pussy as I came down.
Eventually, and I couldn’t tell how long, with time passing oddly in the dark, my master started to finger me again, with half as many fingers at half as deep. It took longer than before, but sure enough, I was again at the edge of an orgasm. It was so close, I couldn’t tell, and I didn’t know for sure if he would halt at the last minute. Somehow he managed it again, easing off as I felt the first contractions of what seemed like could be a massive orgasm, coaxing me back down to a resting state.
Then, it happened. Going back in with three fingers all the way in, my sweet master pounded me deep until I was screaming with a body-rocking orgasm.
“Did I say you could scream?” he asked when I had recovered.
“No, master,” I said.
“That was naughty, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, master.”
“You were a naughty girl just then, weren’t you?”
“Yes, master.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, master, I was a very naughty girl.”
“You know what happens to naughty girls, right?”
“They get punished?” I asked.
“Exactly, my pet. I am going to have to punish you.”
“Yes, master.”
I wasn’t sure what he was doing at first. I had never had so many fingers in me at once. All five of them, from what I could tell, though they were in a funny position, as though he were doing shadow puppets. I was already really wet, so they went in pretty easily. What I hadn’t expected, or really thought possible, was just how deep they went, my master continuing to slide in until he was in my tight little pussy up to his wrist.