1- Not Alone
833 Words
A hand touched my feet, gently, but with strong fingers massaging the toes. Sensually and slowly. A ragged breath managed to escape my lips. It was unbelievable what he could do with just the tips of his fingers.
His fingers got replaced by his mouth, sucking the skin with the tip of his tongue, only to come back with a nip of his sharp teeth.
"Ah."
The sound left my lips in ecstasy as his teeth managed to nip a nerve connecting straight with a nub between my thighs. Making a sharp and unimaginable sensation run through my body in a moment.
"Do not say a word." His heavy voice ordered.
I shut up immediately. I did not want him to stop.
His teeth nipped again. His tongue attacked again. I could not dare let a moan escape my mouth. I did not want him to get angry.
My toes curled as my teeth clenched shut tight, biting down on my lower lip so hard that blood dripped out of the corner of my mouth.
"You are loving it, aren't you?" He asked in a husky tone, as his tongue finally decided to travel up from my toes towards my thigh.
Should I reply? Should I not? Would he get angry if I replied? Or would he get angry if I did not?
I felt his smirk on the underside of my thigh. He knew he had put me in jeopardy. He knew he had started teaching me the ways that he wanted me to be controlled in.
"Answer my sweet girl." He ordered.
His teeth bit down hard on the spot right beside my nether lips, making me feel wanted. Making me feel needy.
"I am." My lips answered honestly while I gulped down the scream that threatened to break out of my lips,
"Everything you do to me feels amazing. Everything edge you bring me at, I want it."
I was unable to open my eyes because of the blindfold covering them. I could only hear the whisper in his breath. The excitement in his movements.
My legs were tied apart to the farthest opposite corners, making me lay bare in front of him to do as he pleased.
His fingers slipped through my folds, slipping through the wetness and rubbing the soft skin in gentle strokes.
But then suddenly his fingers pinched the nub covered by the soft lips and pinched it harshly.
"No!" I immediately cried out in pain, "what are you doing?!"
"Keep your mouth shut." He ordered angrily, "this is just how you are going to learn!"
I could not. The hiss of pain kept escaping my hips as teardrops made their way out of the corner of my eyes. The pleasure had turned to pain.
"I want you to c*m like this." He gritted through clenched teeth while his thumb and forefinger continued to mercilessly twist the nub, "Tell me you are feeling pleasure. Tell me this is what you want. What you enjoy!"
How could I tell him that the pleasure had disappeared and now only the pain remained. How could I tell him that I wanted him to stop.
"Please." I begged while my struggles to get free became frantic and wild.
This pinch of his finger was too harsh. He was not gentle. His touch did not ignite pleasure anymore. Only harsh, merciless pain.
"You are going to learn only this way." He snapped and pinched harder, making me cry out loud and beg him to stop.
"Stop!" I cried, "stop!!!"
But he did not. The pain kept increasing along with my cries. The louder that I cried, the harsher the pinch of his fingers became.
And when the screams leaving my lungs crossed the limit of my consciousness, a heavy, brutal slap landed on my cheek, making me go blind in pain.
Just as the slap landed on my cheek, I woke up gasping for breaths, coming out of the dream that had pulled me down in its grasp so deep that I had lost the difference between reality and dreams.
Strangely, the pain still remained. The ache still remained, making me realize that it was not just an ordinary dream. Something was happening to me from the past month. Something brutal, and s******c and unwanted but unreal.
But after seeing the world that I had been in the past months, nothing felt like imagination. The line between reality and dreams had gotten blurred in my vision and I had started to feel like I was going insane.
A sudden crash pulled me out of the deep stupor. My gaze immediately sliced to the glass door on the balcony.
My heart started thudding harder, my gaze wild and unsteady and chaotic, searching for the source of crash but finding nothing but darkness outside.
But then a shadow started to appear on the dark, transparent glass. A shadow of a muscular man. Making me realize, I was not alone in the house anymore.
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