Under Wraps - Love Under Lockdown

I bit my lip hard to keep from screaming, especially when he started to move, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. It was almost like he was punching me from the inside, only the movements were a lot smoother and gentler than that, working my pussy until there was a burst of pure white light inside the darkness of the blindfold.

I couldn’t be sure, but I was fairly sure I had passed out. The next thing I could remember, Damien was stroking my pussy.

“You okay, baby?” he asked, coming out of his master role.

“Y-yes,” I said, still not fully recovered.

“It’s always tough the first time. It should be easier, and a lot more pleasurable, if I have to do it again.”

“O-okay,” I said, secretly hoping that he would do it again, wondering what I would have to do to make him want to punish me like that again. I was such a good girl by nature, I actually had to plan my misdeeds.

“Would it help if I kissed it better?” he asked.

“Yes, please!” I said.

Working his way down my body, he got his mouth to my pussy, covering it in soft, wet kisses. I hummed with joy, just wishing I could put my hand on the back of his head to urge him on.

Soon, his kisses turned to long, soft licks, caressing the flat of his tongue down the length of my pussy. I did my best not to squirm, even though I wanted to. I did manage to shift myself down a bit though, pushing my pussy even harder against my master’s sweet, loving tongue.

Gradually, he picked up speed until he was absolutely devouring my pussy in a way that made me want to scream. As though reading my mind, Damien put a hand gently over my mouth, the other still working in my pussy. Taking this as permission, I let it all out, the sounds that came up from me muffled by his hand.

Finally, I came down, having hit the peak of ecstasy, my master kissing my pussy as I relaxed. The kisses continued, down one leg to my foot, and then up the other from foot to hip. He dropped in to visit my pussy a bit longer, smothering it with tender kisses like he had before. My master started moving onward and upwards, blazing a trail of wet kisses from my pussy up over my pelvis, across my belly and between my tits, like marks on a map.

He nuzzled my neck, throwing in the occasional lick to make me hum, the head of his cock brushing teasingly against my pussy lips. I wanted it in me so bad, I could feel it, like a weight in my chest. I was pretty sure he knew that and was putting me though an exquisite torture on purpose, to get me ready with anticipation.

I was so wet it almost hurt, the throb in my little cunt getting to fever levels. Finally, my sweet master saw fit to end my beautiful suffering, sliding the head of his cock inside me. I exhaled in a rush, having learned my lesson about moaning, or indeed screaming, without Master’s permission.

Kissing me hard, shoving his tongue into my mouth, he pushed more of his cock in, getting more than halfway inside me. I gasped around his lips, my tongue more than a little occupied at that moment. He fucked me gently, getting me ready for a hard pounding, which was coming soon.

Working up to it, probably so he wouldn’t shock me, my master fucked me hard, pounding his massive cock in my little pussy so hard the headboard slammed against the wall. I started to cum, feeling it coming up from deep inside me. Damien could feel it too, I guess, because suddenly I could see perfectly well, the room itself dark enough not to leave me blinded by the light.

“Look at me,” he ordered as he pumped. “I want to see your expression as you cum.”

“Y-yes, m-master,” I stammered, trying to keep myself together.

It was as sudden as it was it was intense, a wave of nausea the likes of which I had never experienced before, even when Mama would give me cod liver oil, saying that it was good for me.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, no doubt seeing the weird look on my face.

“I-I feel sick,” I said, blushing even as the words came out of my mouth.

Untying me, Damien got me into the bathroom, carrying me to make things go faster, and held my hair back, still loose from the shower, as I worshiped at the porcelain throne.

I had been feeling sick for days, particularly in the mornings. I was also really limited and pretty random in what I could stand to eat. I did my best to hide it from Damien, not wanting to worry him; a plan that had clearly backfired.