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In his hands I felt safe. I always had.
In a world of people desperately seeking and holding out hope for that one true connection, I had found mine. He had stolen my heart in an instant, becoming my oxygen and with him I felt more alive than ever before. Never had I felt so treasured and adored, his affection spellbinding. Willingly I bestowed both my mind and body to him. And in doing so he had opened my eyes to so much more. Deep in my heart I knew he would always keep me close, forever safe.
My fingers tightened that bit more around his, enough to stop him in his tracks. He turned to face me and my gaze fell upon him. Without the need for words he knew instantly. A tender smile crossed his lips as he brought his free hand to my cheek, his thumb lightly circling against my skin as he did so. I couldn't help but look away coyly as though embarrassed to seek such reassurance but he softly lifted my gaze back to meet his.
His eyes were piercing and always so intense. A look that could do all manner of things to me. I felt my heart race as his gaze consumed me, swallowing me whole in an instant. Barely conscious I subtly and yet so naturally rolled my bottom lip against my teeth as I felt the corners of my mouth begin to curl. Again I looked away attempting to tilt my head towards the floor but once more his hand lifted my chin and brought my eyes back to his. No longer could I hide the smile that spread across my glossed lips.
"I..." began to muster, as though I needed to justify myself. But before any further words escaped he brought his thumb across my lips, motioning for me to say no-more. For that moment I savoured his sensual touch upon my lips, lost to the intensity of his gaze.
Always under his spell my earlier needs quelled, I found myself falling for him once more, as I always did, time after time. Fond memories flooded my thoughts as I succumbed to his wonderful eyes just as I did on that first night when I willingly became his. I felt my cheeks blush as his thumb slipped from my lips. As he did I pressed my warm cheek into his palm as I sought his comfort. His fingers slid beneath my hair, fingertips lightly dancing around the nape of my neck as he guided his lips to mine.
A soft murmur and whimper escaped as I felt his mouth against my lipgloss. His actions took me by surprise yet instantly I savoured the divine touch of his sensual lips upon me as we melted into a warm embrace. Tender and assured. A deliciously wonderful kiss.
Parted lips gave way to snaking tongues that danced in seduction eagerly seeking their mate. Butterflies fluttered their wings in my stomach as he passionately kissed me until he finally broke his lips from mine, leaving me breathless, craving more. Always, more.
"Shall we?" he questioned his tone gravelly and assured.
I knew my smile already gave away my answer. My earlier need for reassurance dispelled with his ravenous kiss, as he came to my aid, as he always had. My fingers tightly interlocked with his as he led me along the stone floored corridor where each step of my dark stilettoes echoed around the enclosed space.
Reaching a small recess in the brickwork we came to a stairwell that descended into darkness. My hold on his hand tightened as I glanced up at him beneath my lashes. We had spoken about tonight many times and I knew how he craved to watch me at the mercy of others, just as I knew how he longed for me to return to him afterwards. Anticipation mixed with a hint of fear lingered within as my mind began to play games but assured in his hold, his knowing nod was enough for me. Gingerly I began to descend.
Each step a step towards a darker world of pleasure and debauchery. Before him a world that I could have barely imagined, my innocence a thing that I knew he found so intriguing. Yet he had opened my eyes to so much. He was the devil that took pleasure in wickedly corrupting. Delicately he had removed the shackles of my innocence and had led me to a world fuelled by craving needs and wanton lust.
The dungeon was dark with low vaulted ceilings. Dark ruby red candles dripped wax; their position around the outside of the room exposed the rustic brickwork beneath and brought a dancing flame of candlelight to the confined space. And beyond, hidden corners and enclaves lurked where the candlelight dared not venture. Red satin drapes and a scattering of ruby cushions, big enough for two or three, lay upon the floor, positioned around the room's centre piece. My eyes fell upon the swing suspended from the ceiling by a heavy metal chain, the leather straps and restraints hanging loosely beneath. It was just as he had described, but at that moment I couldn't help but feel my heart beat that bit faster.
Once more he came to my rescue. I felt his hands fall upon the dip of my waist and felt the warmth of his body press up against me. I could hear his breath above that of my own and my racing heart. The smell of his aftershave and his presence behind me once more provided the reassurance I desperately sought.
Unaware of his hand dipping into his suit pocket, the first I saw of the silk shroud was as he brought the dark material over my head. I gasped. I had never asked, never assumed that I would be deprived of more than my footing and hold. I could feel the rush of fear circling.
I felt his mouth drop alongside my ear as he gravelly whispered, "trust me.” Two simple words that resonated through me to once more cast doubt back into the shadows, at least for that moment.
As he guided the blindfold upon me, I closed my eyes and focused upon those two whispered words. Only when I felt my head arc back as he tightly tied the silk did I open my eyes to the dark world I had now ventured. The delicate silk shrouded me in a gloomy darkness, the flickering candlelight just visible enough through the sensual material.
With each passing moment I fought the surge of vulnerability that yearned to course through me. With my senses deprived, a heady mix of anticipation and fear of the unknown invaded my mind. As I battled these thoughts I felt his fingertips following the contours of my body, lightly dancing down the nape of my neck and along my exposed shoulder blades until they expertly found the material of my black dress.
A smile spread across my lips. A reaction to his exquisite touches, light yet sensual enough that I almost shuddered with delight. I knew his eyes would be savouring the sight of me in his present, my little black number that I had found left perfectly wrapped upon the corner of the bed only hours earlier.
I never expected it but always adored it when he bought for me. A penchant for luxury, his choices always left me feeling like a million dollars. Tonight's choice raised the bar even higher. As he sat waiting, already dressed in his delicious suit, sipping a glass of bourbon on the rocks I had excitedly slipped next door to dress for him.
The black dress looked divine. A plunging neckline that drew the eye to my cleavage, the dress snug enough to accentuate every hourglass contour from my bosom to the shapely dip of my waist followed by the rise over my hips. The hem of the scintillating number sat halfway up my thigh. Suggestively short enough, just covering the intricate lace design of my dark stocking tops. A slight twist allowed my eyes to savour the outfit's centre stage. Resting barely on my shoulders, the dress exposed my shoulder blades and the curve of my back, the material only came together upon the base of my back, sitting just above the curve of my pert behind. A dress that felt it came from the catwalk and one that I would have never dared consider, but one as I slipped on my dark heels made me feel totally amazing.
I daren't guess how much it was, the cut and fabric so exquisite it oozed glamour, finding that spot between suggestive and elegance so exquisitely. The foreign label a designer name, Italian or French but one I had never heard of before but Christ, I now knew what they meant by when you find 'that' dress! Whatever his knack he could dress and of course undress me any day of the week. The thought of that alone was one that made me purr with delight.
With a ruffle of my hair and subtle touch of gloss upon my lips I slipped back in the bedroom, coyly resting upon the doorframe as I felt his gaze upon me. His eyes devoured me from top to bottom. The silence deafening I felt my heart beat faster. I blushed and gingerly giggled as I watched his smile grow. A smile that only made my heart swell that bit more as he got up, walked towards me and slipped his hand around my waist pulling me towards him. I could still taste the bourbon upon his lips as he kissed me deep and passionately. His approval overwhelming and if it wasn't for tonight's games I had no doubt he would have laid claim to me right there and then.
In the silent dungeon, the warmth of his hands glided across my skin as he peeled the dress from me, leaving me standing, blindfolded in heels, dark lace stockings and lace panties. I felt the goose bumps forming upon my naked flesh as beneath the silk shroud I felt him circle. His fingertips lightly traced the curve of my bosom, his warm palms caressing and cupping the soft supple flesh. My nipples hardened as he touched me, my mind a torrent of nervous excitement and fear. All the time I felt the warmth of his breath and smelt the scent of his masculine aftershave. In his hold I always felt safe.
His hands glided from my bosom down my waist and over the rise of my hips. Thumbs hooked inside the delicate straps of my panties that he took great delight in peeling, slowly and sensually from me. As he knelt I once more felt his breath against me, only this time the thought of his mouth so close to my exposed cunt made me tingle with desire.
God at that moment I had wished he would have kissed me there. His mouth had taken me places I had never been before. To feel his tongue driving deep inside me, gorging and devouring me until I breathlessly plunged into the inky abyss would have been divine. But wish as I might I had to survive with just the heat of his breath as he slid my panties down my stockings and over my heels.
His hand took mine once more as he guided me forward and lowered me into the swing. I felt the coldness of the leather upon my skin, one across my back, the other under my thighs. The metal chain suspended from the ceiling creaked as I felt the swing take my weight, my feet lifted from the floor. Nervous trepidation built deep within as he guided my hands to the bars above. Feeling the bite of leather around my wrists, he fastened and tightened the restraints. The loss of one sense now followed by another intensifying every sound and movement as I nervously swayed in the swing.
Still I felt his presence. The sound of his footsteps as I sensed him circle. The sudden yet soft and sensual feel of his kiss upon my forehead that made my lips curl again. I smiled before listening to his footsteps, hearing him slowly drift from me. As he disappeared I felt my heart pound as the deafening silence grew.
Blinded and bound, a surge of vulnerability swallowed me up. No longer in his hold I felt the circling fear grow yet always telling myself that he would be watching. I imagined what I would look like to him, an erotic image of my near naked body laying back in the swing within the enclosed dungeon flashed before my eyes. Memories of those first times he had bound my wrists in the safety of his bedroom and the pleasure we had both felt as he explored and pushed my boundaries. I knew he wanted to share me, to see me pleasure and be pleasured. And come the end I would return to him.
The anticipation of what lay ahead thundered through my mind, painting wild pictures before my shrouded eyes. And in equal measure I felt my pounding heart, as my journey into the dark unknown teetered on the edge.
From beneath the blindfold I sensed shadows beginning to move within the darkness, just as he had said. I exhaled as I made out shuffled sounds that grew in volume, my mind a flurry to each noise. Footsteps and stifled murmurs filled the dungeon. Concentrating, I tried to pinpoint the sound or the movement, as goose bumps spread and claimed my naked flesh. Yet soon easily disorientated I felt the presence of bodies circling. I strained as husky whispered words carried, distorted in the air.
I could hear breathing above that of my own but still I gasped as a warm hand fell across my bosom. A palm softly cupped the soft underside of my breast. A shadow’s fingers danced over my pebbled, taut nipples, the unknown touch electric as I felt their hand upon my naked body. Actions enough to make the suspended chain sway, the metal chain clinking under the motion. I felt each breath spill from my lips as the hand caressed and groped my breast, the waves of fear and the unknown ebbing back and forth as I began to enjoy the pleasurable sensations the shadow stirred.
A second hand fell upon me, the touch softer as I felt it glide upon my waist rising to meet my untended breast. I moaned softly as my suitors caressed and fondled my heaving bosom that lifted and fell with each ragged breath.
Another hand, again soft to the skin fell upon me only this time slipping south. The same person? Or another? My mind played wild tricks upon me as beneath the silk blindfold I strained to see beyond, to see these strangers who touched and explored me. The sway of the swing increased as the latest hand danced down my waist and dropped effortlessly between my open thighs. Another moan spilled from my lips as I felt their touch against my swollen pussy lips.
Oh Christ!
I imagined his eyes watching as I became their plaything. My growing urges responding to the touch of the shadows that he desired to share me with. I knew he would enjoy the sight of my near naked body pleasuring and being pleasured in equal measures. Animal growls spilled from my throat, sounds that I knew would arouse him.
I shuddered as I felt the stroke of fingers, massaging my throbbing clit and gliding against my aching cunt in perfect harmony. Wild sensations flooded my body as I succumbed to their desires. Being suspended, weightless, only added to the erotic encounter. At the mercy of the unknown shadows I felt my defences let go, laying back deeper into the leather straps that creaked beneath me as I squirmed softly.
And in the darkness he watched as the room echoed to the sound of sex. Masked shadows circled and devoured whilst others, aroused by my entertainment, cavorted upon the ruby cushions scattered upon the floor. Writhing bodies gorged upon one another in hungry need, lost to wicked pleasures. Yet I knew his eyes would have never ventured from me, as the eager shadows fed their sexual needs like animals each toying with their prey. Except I was not a wounded animal, for his eyes watched intensely. And when the group were done I would return to him, for I would always be his.
More shadows danced in the darkness just as more hands fell upon me. Soon too many to focus upon, counting impossible as I felt an orgy of hands writhing against my bosom, waist and thighs.
Male? Female? I could not tell, lost to spiralling pleasures that ignited the sexual flames deep within. Delicate fingers danced across my lips as my soft mewls and whimpers gave way to a steady moan. An animalistic groan formed deep in my throat that greeted fingers curling between the moist petals of my flower, exposing the velvety heaven of my wet, fiery cunt. Fingers teased as they pushed inside. Feeding the ravenous thirst that now eagerly spilled from my throat.
I wanted to put on a show for him. I wanted to please him. To savour the sight of his property at the centre of the orgy, at the mercy of the shadows that devoured and gorged upon me. My mind played wicked games as I fought to maintain focus, imagining him aroused at the sight of me, bound and suspended from the swing, whilst a shadow dropped to her knees and placed her willing mouth to his cock.
Hands groped the supple flesh of my breasts as fingers raked naked flesh. A wet mouth suckled upon my hardened nipple, teeth grazing. The invading fingers gave way to hands on my thighs, the push of the swing as I felt an aroused, hard shaft gliding against my swollen pussy lips. I felt the heat of my body radiating as the teasing manhood finally slipped down enough that the shadow could sink his delicious cock inside my quivering cunt. One deep push that stretched my cunt walls as he filled my aching, pulsating need. I moaned loudly as I felt every inch of him.
In the background I could hear the growing moans of others and the wet sound of coupling as hands touched and cocks invaded. Was it him or others? I wish I could have seen, my thoughts awash as the wild sensations ravaged my body leaving me on the brink of meltdown.
Strong hands gripped my parted thighs, the swing rocking back and forth as the shadow glided me against his throbbing shaft. The sound of the clinking metal joined that of the growing sounds of hot sex that echoed though the vaulted room. Whimpers and mewls, merged with growls and the increasing sound of naked flesh meeting naked flesh. I felt the air sucked from my lungs as the shadow devoured me, pulling and pushing on the swing as I rode his impressive cock. Driving me deeper and faster, every sensation heightened tenfold so much that I knew I would soon be teetering on the edge of the inky abyss, breathless and wanton.
I knew the shadow was close. His ever louder grunts and more wild thrusts gave way to his animal needs. And I knew I'd soon feel the warmth of his seed erupting over my naked skin.
And then there would be more.
I was their plaything for the night just as he said I would be. Just as I knew that come the end my body would became a dripping tapestry of the shadows' collective desires. As I swung back and forth under the relentless thrusts, another hand fell upon my face, tilting my head back and encouraging me to open my mouth to another thick, eager cock. Senses deprived I felt my legs tremble as my mind melted. Insatiable lust took hold as I let go to the wild debauchery that entailed. Soon I felt myself let go to the pulsating pleasure as under the unrelenting orgy of hands, fingers, mouths and now multiple cocks it was all too much to take.
In that dungeon he offered me and I willingly obliged.
And as I felt my radiating body drip with lust, after those who had used me had done as they wished, I felt a familiar presence once more. My heart raced as I smelt his aftershave and felt his tender touch upon me. I could feel the sweat glisten upon my forehead as I smiled; feeling him unfasten the restraints that tightly bound my wrists. He helped me gingerly to my feet, my arm resting upon him as I regained my balance.
As he untied the blindfold my eyes became accustomed to the candlelight and I saw the orgy of couplings all around. The dungeon dripped with the sights and sounds of sexual desires. Gasping, my stormy eyes fell upon his smile as he lowered his mouth to my ear. Whispered words between us that set my heart on fire.
And yet there was more, for I could hear the animal within his whispering voice.
He led me through the throng of naked bodies and beyond the reach of the candlelight. Within the dark enclave, I could sense his need, an obvious desire to no longer share. Pressed up against the exposed brickwork he ravaged me wildly. His hungry kiss, as our hands clawed at one another in rampant need, his fingertips kneading my skin and marking my body. In the darkness, hidden from prying eyes but to the backdrop of the room’s pleasurable moans, we fucked. Fucked liked wild animals. Hard and rampant. His desire insatiable as he pounded me willingly into submission.
Bodies dripping in sweat, coated in desire he claimed me. The grate of his teeth upon my tender neck a little reminder for days to come as he branded me his. As if there was ever any doubt. For I knew he would always keep me close, forever safe.
In a world of people desperately seeking and holding out hope for that one true connection, I had found mine. He had stolen my heart in an instant, becoming my oxygen and with him I felt more alive than ever before. Never had I felt so treasured and adored, his affection spellbinding. Willingly I bestowed both my mind and body to him. And in doing so he had opened my eyes to so much more. Deep in my heart I knew he would always keep me close, forever safe.
My fingers tightened that bit more around his, enough to stop him in his tracks. He turned to face me and my gaze fell upon him. Without the need for words he knew instantly. A tender smile crossed his lips as he brought his free hand to my cheek, his thumb lightly circling against my skin as he did so. I couldn't help but look away coyly as though embarrassed to seek such reassurance but he softly lifted my gaze back to meet his.
His eyes were piercing and always so intense. A look that could do all manner of things to me. I felt my heart race as his gaze consumed me, swallowing me whole in an instant. Barely conscious I subtly and yet so naturally rolled my bottom lip against my teeth as I felt the corners of my mouth begin to curl. Again I looked away attempting to tilt my head towards the floor but once more his hand lifted my chin and brought my eyes back to his. No longer could I hide the smile that spread across my glossed lips.
"I..." began to muster, as though I needed to justify myself. But before any further words escaped he brought his thumb across my lips, motioning for me to say no-more. For that moment I savoured his sensual touch upon my lips, lost to the intensity of his gaze.
Always under his spell my earlier needs quelled, I found myself falling for him once more, as I always did, time after time. Fond memories flooded my thoughts as I succumbed to his wonderful eyes just as I did on that first night when I willingly became his. I felt my cheeks blush as his thumb slipped from my lips. As he did I pressed my warm cheek into his palm as I sought his comfort. His fingers slid beneath my hair, fingertips lightly dancing around the nape of my neck as he guided his lips to mine.
A soft murmur and whimper escaped as I felt his mouth against my lipgloss. His actions took me by surprise yet instantly I savoured the divine touch of his sensual lips upon me as we melted into a warm embrace. Tender and assured. A deliciously wonderful kiss.
Parted lips gave way to snaking tongues that danced in seduction eagerly seeking their mate. Butterflies fluttered their wings in my stomach as he passionately kissed me until he finally broke his lips from mine, leaving me breathless, craving more. Always, more.
"Shall we?" he questioned his tone gravelly and assured.
I knew my smile already gave away my answer. My earlier need for reassurance dispelled with his ravenous kiss, as he came to my aid, as he always had. My fingers tightly interlocked with his as he led me along the stone floored corridor where each step of my dark stilettoes echoed around the enclosed space.
Reaching a small recess in the brickwork we came to a stairwell that descended into darkness. My hold on his hand tightened as I glanced up at him beneath my lashes. We had spoken about tonight many times and I knew how he craved to watch me at the mercy of others, just as I knew how he longed for me to return to him afterwards. Anticipation mixed with a hint of fear lingered within as my mind began to play games but assured in his hold, his knowing nod was enough for me. Gingerly I began to descend.
Each step a step towards a darker world of pleasure and debauchery. Before him a world that I could have barely imagined, my innocence a thing that I knew he found so intriguing. Yet he had opened my eyes to so much. He was the devil that took pleasure in wickedly corrupting. Delicately he had removed the shackles of my innocence and had led me to a world fuelled by craving needs and wanton lust.
The dungeon was dark with low vaulted ceilings. Dark ruby red candles dripped wax; their position around the outside of the room exposed the rustic brickwork beneath and brought a dancing flame of candlelight to the confined space. And beyond, hidden corners and enclaves lurked where the candlelight dared not venture. Red satin drapes and a scattering of ruby cushions, big enough for two or three, lay upon the floor, positioned around the room's centre piece. My eyes fell upon the swing suspended from the ceiling by a heavy metal chain, the leather straps and restraints hanging loosely beneath. It was just as he had described, but at that moment I couldn't help but feel my heart beat that bit faster.
Once more he came to my rescue. I felt his hands fall upon the dip of my waist and felt the warmth of his body press up against me. I could hear his breath above that of my own and my racing heart. The smell of his aftershave and his presence behind me once more provided the reassurance I desperately sought.
Unaware of his hand dipping into his suit pocket, the first I saw of the silk shroud was as he brought the dark material over my head. I gasped. I had never asked, never assumed that I would be deprived of more than my footing and hold. I could feel the rush of fear circling.
I felt his mouth drop alongside my ear as he gravelly whispered, "trust me.” Two simple words that resonated through me to once more cast doubt back into the shadows, at least for that moment.
As he guided the blindfold upon me, I closed my eyes and focused upon those two whispered words. Only when I felt my head arc back as he tightly tied the silk did I open my eyes to the dark world I had now ventured. The delicate silk shrouded me in a gloomy darkness, the flickering candlelight just visible enough through the sensual material.
With each passing moment I fought the surge of vulnerability that yearned to course through me. With my senses deprived, a heady mix of anticipation and fear of the unknown invaded my mind. As I battled these thoughts I felt his fingertips following the contours of my body, lightly dancing down the nape of my neck and along my exposed shoulder blades until they expertly found the material of my black dress.
A smile spread across my lips. A reaction to his exquisite touches, light yet sensual enough that I almost shuddered with delight. I knew his eyes would be savouring the sight of me in his present, my little black number that I had found left perfectly wrapped upon the corner of the bed only hours earlier.
I never expected it but always adored it when he bought for me. A penchant for luxury, his choices always left me feeling like a million dollars. Tonight's choice raised the bar even higher. As he sat waiting, already dressed in his delicious suit, sipping a glass of bourbon on the rocks I had excitedly slipped next door to dress for him.
The black dress looked divine. A plunging neckline that drew the eye to my cleavage, the dress snug enough to accentuate every hourglass contour from my bosom to the shapely dip of my waist followed by the rise over my hips. The hem of the scintillating number sat halfway up my thigh. Suggestively short enough, just covering the intricate lace design of my dark stocking tops. A slight twist allowed my eyes to savour the outfit's centre stage. Resting barely on my shoulders, the dress exposed my shoulder blades and the curve of my back, the material only came together upon the base of my back, sitting just above the curve of my pert behind. A dress that felt it came from the catwalk and one that I would have never dared consider, but one as I slipped on my dark heels made me feel totally amazing.
I daren't guess how much it was, the cut and fabric so exquisite it oozed glamour, finding that spot between suggestive and elegance so exquisitely. The foreign label a designer name, Italian or French but one I had never heard of before but Christ, I now knew what they meant by when you find 'that' dress! Whatever his knack he could dress and of course undress me any day of the week. The thought of that alone was one that made me purr with delight.
With a ruffle of my hair and subtle touch of gloss upon my lips I slipped back in the bedroom, coyly resting upon the doorframe as I felt his gaze upon me. His eyes devoured me from top to bottom. The silence deafening I felt my heart beat faster. I blushed and gingerly giggled as I watched his smile grow. A smile that only made my heart swell that bit more as he got up, walked towards me and slipped his hand around my waist pulling me towards him. I could still taste the bourbon upon his lips as he kissed me deep and passionately. His approval overwhelming and if it wasn't for tonight's games I had no doubt he would have laid claim to me right there and then.
In the silent dungeon, the warmth of his hands glided across my skin as he peeled the dress from me, leaving me standing, blindfolded in heels, dark lace stockings and lace panties. I felt the goose bumps forming upon my naked flesh as beneath the silk shroud I felt him circle. His fingertips lightly traced the curve of my bosom, his warm palms caressing and cupping the soft supple flesh. My nipples hardened as he touched me, my mind a torrent of nervous excitement and fear. All the time I felt the warmth of his breath and smelt the scent of his masculine aftershave. In his hold I always felt safe.
His hands glided from my bosom down my waist and over the rise of my hips. Thumbs hooked inside the delicate straps of my panties that he took great delight in peeling, slowly and sensually from me. As he knelt I once more felt his breath against me, only this time the thought of his mouth so close to my exposed cunt made me tingle with desire.
God at that moment I had wished he would have kissed me there. His mouth had taken me places I had never been before. To feel his tongue driving deep inside me, gorging and devouring me until I breathlessly plunged into the inky abyss would have been divine. But wish as I might I had to survive with just the heat of his breath as he slid my panties down my stockings and over my heels.
His hand took mine once more as he guided me forward and lowered me into the swing. I felt the coldness of the leather upon my skin, one across my back, the other under my thighs. The metal chain suspended from the ceiling creaked as I felt the swing take my weight, my feet lifted from the floor. Nervous trepidation built deep within as he guided my hands to the bars above. Feeling the bite of leather around my wrists, he fastened and tightened the restraints. The loss of one sense now followed by another intensifying every sound and movement as I nervously swayed in the swing.
Still I felt his presence. The sound of his footsteps as I sensed him circle. The sudden yet soft and sensual feel of his kiss upon my forehead that made my lips curl again. I smiled before listening to his footsteps, hearing him slowly drift from me. As he disappeared I felt my heart pound as the deafening silence grew.
Blinded and bound, a surge of vulnerability swallowed me up. No longer in his hold I felt the circling fear grow yet always telling myself that he would be watching. I imagined what I would look like to him, an erotic image of my near naked body laying back in the swing within the enclosed dungeon flashed before my eyes. Memories of those first times he had bound my wrists in the safety of his bedroom and the pleasure we had both felt as he explored and pushed my boundaries. I knew he wanted to share me, to see me pleasure and be pleasured. And come the end I would return to him.
The anticipation of what lay ahead thundered through my mind, painting wild pictures before my shrouded eyes. And in equal measure I felt my pounding heart, as my journey into the dark unknown teetered on the edge.
From beneath the blindfold I sensed shadows beginning to move within the darkness, just as he had said. I exhaled as I made out shuffled sounds that grew in volume, my mind a flurry to each noise. Footsteps and stifled murmurs filled the dungeon. Concentrating, I tried to pinpoint the sound or the movement, as goose bumps spread and claimed my naked flesh. Yet soon easily disorientated I felt the presence of bodies circling. I strained as husky whispered words carried, distorted in the air.
I could hear breathing above that of my own but still I gasped as a warm hand fell across my bosom. A palm softly cupped the soft underside of my breast. A shadow’s fingers danced over my pebbled, taut nipples, the unknown touch electric as I felt their hand upon my naked body. Actions enough to make the suspended chain sway, the metal chain clinking under the motion. I felt each breath spill from my lips as the hand caressed and groped my breast, the waves of fear and the unknown ebbing back and forth as I began to enjoy the pleasurable sensations the shadow stirred.
A second hand fell upon me, the touch softer as I felt it glide upon my waist rising to meet my untended breast. I moaned softly as my suitors caressed and fondled my heaving bosom that lifted and fell with each ragged breath.
Another hand, again soft to the skin fell upon me only this time slipping south. The same person? Or another? My mind played wild tricks upon me as beneath the silk blindfold I strained to see beyond, to see these strangers who touched and explored me. The sway of the swing increased as the latest hand danced down my waist and dropped effortlessly between my open thighs. Another moan spilled from my lips as I felt their touch against my swollen pussy lips.
Oh Christ!
I imagined his eyes watching as I became their plaything. My growing urges responding to the touch of the shadows that he desired to share me with. I knew he would enjoy the sight of my near naked body pleasuring and being pleasured in equal measures. Animal growls spilled from my throat, sounds that I knew would arouse him.
I shuddered as I felt the stroke of fingers, massaging my throbbing clit and gliding against my aching cunt in perfect harmony. Wild sensations flooded my body as I succumbed to their desires. Being suspended, weightless, only added to the erotic encounter. At the mercy of the unknown shadows I felt my defences let go, laying back deeper into the leather straps that creaked beneath me as I squirmed softly.
And in the darkness he watched as the room echoed to the sound of sex. Masked shadows circled and devoured whilst others, aroused by my entertainment, cavorted upon the ruby cushions scattered upon the floor. Writhing bodies gorged upon one another in hungry need, lost to wicked pleasures. Yet I knew his eyes would have never ventured from me, as the eager shadows fed their sexual needs like animals each toying with their prey. Except I was not a wounded animal, for his eyes watched intensely. And when the group were done I would return to him, for I would always be his.
More shadows danced in the darkness just as more hands fell upon me. Soon too many to focus upon, counting impossible as I felt an orgy of hands writhing against my bosom, waist and thighs.
Male? Female? I could not tell, lost to spiralling pleasures that ignited the sexual flames deep within. Delicate fingers danced across my lips as my soft mewls and whimpers gave way to a steady moan. An animalistic groan formed deep in my throat that greeted fingers curling between the moist petals of my flower, exposing the velvety heaven of my wet, fiery cunt. Fingers teased as they pushed inside. Feeding the ravenous thirst that now eagerly spilled from my throat.
I wanted to put on a show for him. I wanted to please him. To savour the sight of his property at the centre of the orgy, at the mercy of the shadows that devoured and gorged upon me. My mind played wicked games as I fought to maintain focus, imagining him aroused at the sight of me, bound and suspended from the swing, whilst a shadow dropped to her knees and placed her willing mouth to his cock.
Hands groped the supple flesh of my breasts as fingers raked naked flesh. A wet mouth suckled upon my hardened nipple, teeth grazing. The invading fingers gave way to hands on my thighs, the push of the swing as I felt an aroused, hard shaft gliding against my swollen pussy lips. I felt the heat of my body radiating as the teasing manhood finally slipped down enough that the shadow could sink his delicious cock inside my quivering cunt. One deep push that stretched my cunt walls as he filled my aching, pulsating need. I moaned loudly as I felt every inch of him.
In the background I could hear the growing moans of others and the wet sound of coupling as hands touched and cocks invaded. Was it him or others? I wish I could have seen, my thoughts awash as the wild sensations ravaged my body leaving me on the brink of meltdown.
Strong hands gripped my parted thighs, the swing rocking back and forth as the shadow glided me against his throbbing shaft. The sound of the clinking metal joined that of the growing sounds of hot sex that echoed though the vaulted room. Whimpers and mewls, merged with growls and the increasing sound of naked flesh meeting naked flesh. I felt the air sucked from my lungs as the shadow devoured me, pulling and pushing on the swing as I rode his impressive cock. Driving me deeper and faster, every sensation heightened tenfold so much that I knew I would soon be teetering on the edge of the inky abyss, breathless and wanton.
I knew the shadow was close. His ever louder grunts and more wild thrusts gave way to his animal needs. And I knew I'd soon feel the warmth of his seed erupting over my naked skin.
And then there would be more.
I was their plaything for the night just as he said I would be. Just as I knew that come the end my body would became a dripping tapestry of the shadows' collective desires. As I swung back and forth under the relentless thrusts, another hand fell upon my face, tilting my head back and encouraging me to open my mouth to another thick, eager cock. Senses deprived I felt my legs tremble as my mind melted. Insatiable lust took hold as I let go to the wild debauchery that entailed. Soon I felt myself let go to the pulsating pleasure as under the unrelenting orgy of hands, fingers, mouths and now multiple cocks it was all too much to take.
In that dungeon he offered me and I willingly obliged.
And as I felt my radiating body drip with lust, after those who had used me had done as they wished, I felt a familiar presence once more. My heart raced as I smelt his aftershave and felt his tender touch upon me. I could feel the sweat glisten upon my forehead as I smiled; feeling him unfasten the restraints that tightly bound my wrists. He helped me gingerly to my feet, my arm resting upon him as I regained my balance.
As he untied the blindfold my eyes became accustomed to the candlelight and I saw the orgy of couplings all around. The dungeon dripped with the sights and sounds of sexual desires. Gasping, my stormy eyes fell upon his smile as he lowered his mouth to my ear. Whispered words between us that set my heart on fire.
And yet there was more, for I could hear the animal within his whispering voice.
He led me through the throng of naked bodies and beyond the reach of the candlelight. Within the dark enclave, I could sense his need, an obvious desire to no longer share. Pressed up against the exposed brickwork he ravaged me wildly. His hungry kiss, as our hands clawed at one another in rampant need, his fingertips kneading my skin and marking my body. In the darkness, hidden from prying eyes but to the backdrop of the room’s pleasurable moans, we fucked. Fucked liked wild animals. Hard and rampant. His desire insatiable as he pounded me willingly into submission.
Bodies dripping in sweat, coated in desire he claimed me. The grate of his teeth upon my tender neck a little reminder for days to come as he branded me his. As if there was ever any doubt. For I knew he would always keep me close, forever safe.
Aeryn
- 11.03.2021
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