Three: Games
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Seraphina gasped as he pulled her legs apart, spreading them wide.
Another set of cuffs clicked into place, this time around her ankles, securing them to the posts at the foot of the bed.
The position forced her open, leaving her hips elevated and her s*x completely exposed.
She made a sound, the air catching in her throat as she felt the cool air of the room brush against her inner thighs.
With her legs forced this wide, she felt the humiliating sensation of her p***y lips parting.
She quivered, a full-body shiver that rattled the chains holding her wrists.
Her lips parted as she felt him move closer, hovering between her spread thighs.
His fingers began to trail up her inner legs, starting at the knees and moving slowly, agonizingly upward.
He avoided the place she needed him most, instead tracing the sticky wetness that coated her skin, dragging his fingertips through the mess she had made, smearing her own arousal over her sensitive flesh.
"Tsk, tsk," He clicked his tongue, the sound condescending and loud in the quiet room. "Such a mess. And I haven’t even started yet."
His fingers continued their maddening path, dancing just inches from her dripping core.
She bucked her hips, trying to make contact, but he pulled away, denying her.
"Such a needy p***y. The poor thing has been starved for too long. Yes?"
She nodded frantically against the pillow, unable to form words, the pressure in her belly building to an almost painful ache.
"Use your words," He commanded, his tone leaving no room for disobedience.
"Yes," she whispered, the sound barely audible.
He chuckled, a dark, amused sound.
Suddenly, something soft and light brushed against her stomach—a feather?
It was a ghost of a touch, barely there, but it sent a jolt of electricity through her nervous system. He dragged the feather up her ribcage, circling her breasts but never touching the n*****s, teasing the sensitive areola with the tormenting tip.
"And who starved this pretty p***y?" He taunted, the feather moving down to dip into her navel before drifting lower again.
Seraphina squeezed her eyes shut behind the blindfold, shame mixing with the lust coursing through her veins.
"My husband," She breathed out.
"Such a Shame" He mocked, his voice dripping with false sympathy.
The feather abandoned her stomach and moved to her thighs. He ran it along the crease where her leg met her hip, tickling the delicate skin there, making her muscles twitch involuntarily. "Is he aware you're here? Dripping and begging for another man's c**k?"
Her face flushed hot.
"N-No sir" She answered, dismissing the guilt that crept into her heart.
She heard him make a sound.
A laugh?
She couldn't tell.
"When last have you had an orgasm?"
The feather danced lower, tickling the hypersensitive skin of her stomach before flicking lightly over her c**t.
She whimpered, everything was too much and yet not enough.
"I can't remember the last time I cummed while being f****d," She finally admitted, her voice cracking. "s*x is always... boring with him so I never c*m. I've been faking my orgasm since we got married."
Seraphine felt the sweet sensation stop.
Perhaps he was shocked.
Maybe.
The feather continued its maddening path, tracing the outline of her labia, dipping slightly into her entrance before retreating.
Her muscles tensed, straining against the cuffs.
"I'm tired of pleasuring myself... I want a rough f**k by a real man," she continued, the words pouring out of her now, fueled by the teasing and the darkness.
He clicked his tongue, the sound sharp in the quiet room. "Interesting wishes w***e"
She flushed hotly, the degradation sending a fresh wave of arousal gushing out of her.
"Too bad you won't be getting any c**k tonight," She could hear the seriousness in his tone. Meaning he meant it.
"But I begged like you wanted... Ahh!"
Her plea was cut short by a sudden, intense vibration.
A cry left her lips as he pressed a vibrator directly against her swollen, neglected p***y.
It was powerful, unrelenting, and he held it there with precision, right against her c**t.
The sensation was electric, shooting up her spine and curling her toes.
She bucked her hips, trying to ride the sensation, but he followed her movements, keeping the pressure constant and torturous.
He didn't let up. He varied the rhythm, circling the toy around her entrance, teasing the opening with the vibrating head in a way that made her moan out loud before he dragged it back up to her c**t.
Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her entire body pulling tight against the restraints.
The pleasure coiled in her belly, tighter and tighter, a white-hot knot demanding release.
She was so close, hovering right on the edge, her cunt so sensitive from all the teasing and tortures that she was about to explode right there but just as the crest threatened to break, just as she opened her mouth to scream her release, he pulled the vibrator away.
The sudden absence of stimulation was like physical blow to her face.
Her p***y clenched around nothing, weeping and abandoned.
She whimpered, a long, broken sound of denial, her hips thrusting into the empty air uselessly, holding back a scream of frustration.
The denial left her aching, the blood pounding in her ears with unfulfilled need.
Then, she felt it—warm, hot air blowing directly against her soaked core.
He was close, so close she could feel the exhalation of his breath cooling the wetness on her thighs.
"I wonder if this f*****g p***y tastes as good as it looks and smells," His breath made her shudder, wanting to spread her legs more wide as far as they could go.
The image of him leaning in, of his mouth replacing the air, of his tongue devouring her, flooded her mind.
The metallic tang of anticipation filled her mouth.
She leaked more, the fluid dripping down her ass cheeks onto the sheets.
She pulled at the cuffs, the metal biting into her wrists, wishing she could fist the back of his hair, shove his face between her legs, and make him eat her out until she couldn't think anymore.
Everything about this man drove her crazy.
She didn't even know his name. He was just a voice in the dark, a pair of hands, and a presence that commanded her absolute surrender.
He was her dominant for the night, and she was his submissive, bound, blind, and desperate for whatever he chose to give her.
And he f*****g wasn't giving her what she wanted!
How long would she have to wait before he f***s her brains out?!
His exhale fanning over her swollen folds, disrupted her thoughts.
She couldn't help but shudder.
His lips didn’t touch her yet, but the promise of them was worse, the anticipation coiling tighter in her stomach until she whined.
A shaky exhale left her lips, as his breath grew warmer, closer, the first brush of his mouth against her so light it might have been her imagination.
Then she felt his lips right there, an open-mouthed press that had her gasping, her back arching off the mattress.
She felt his wet tongue dragging through her folds and she finally thought he was going to eat her out but of course, he didn't.
𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍.
His open-mouthed kisses left her skin prickling in their wake.
Her stomach clenched as his tongue swirled around her navel, the tip dipping into the shallow dip before continuing higher, each kiss slower than the last, each one making her chest heave.
Her n*****s ached, tight and swollen, the cool air doing nothing to ease the throb between her legs.
A breathy moan slipped past her lips as his mouth finally closed over one stiff peak, his teeth grazing the tender bud before he sucked hard.
The sharp pull of pleasure-pain had her crying out, her fingers curling into fists against the restraints, the metal biting into her wrists as she tugged.
He released her with a wet pop, the sudden loss of pressure making her whine, but then his tongue was there, soothing the sting with slow licks before his lips sealed around her n****e again, this time with less force.
His free hand found her other breast, fingers pinching, rolling, twisting the neglected peak until she was panting, her body writhing beneath him.
She couldn’t stay still. Every touch sent electricity skittering beneath her skin.
The cuffs rattled with each jerk of her arms, the sound mixing with her soft moans, the wet noises of his mouth sucking and releasing it.
His teeth sank into the soft flesh just below her collarbone, making her gasp, her chest locking up for a second before she melted back into the mattress, boneless and trembling.
His tongue followed the sting, lapping at the mark he’d left, his breath hot against her skin as he murmured, “Such a good girl, taking everything I give you.”
The praise sent a fresh wave of heat through her, her p***y clenching around nothing, her thighs slick with her own arousal.
Her movements grew more frantic, her body twisting against the sheets, the restraints, anything to find relief.
The bedframe groaned as she pulled against the cuffs, her wrists starting to hurt, her breath coming in sharp, needy pants.
“P-please—” Her voice cracking.
She couldn’t take it anymore, the teasing, the denial, the way he was drawing this out like he had all the time in the world and she was nothing but a toy for his amusement.
His hand left her breast, his fingers trailing down her stomach, hovering just above the place she needed him most before pulling away entirely.
A high, desperate sound escaped her mouth, her hips bucking up into empty air.
Then his hand was on her chin, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise as he forced her to still.
“Stop moving,” he growled, his voice a dark rumble that vibrated through her.
She froze, her body locking up, her breath hitching as his thumb pressed against her lower lip, prying her mouth open.
His face was inches from hers, his breath hot and thick with the scent of her own arousal.
“You don’t get to come until I say so.” The words were a command, a promise, a threat, and she shuddered, her p***y throbbing in response.
“I...I can’t—” Her voice was a broken whisper, her body trembling with the effort of holding still. “I can’t take it anymore, p-please, just...just touch me, f**k me, I want to c*m"
His grip on her chin tightened, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh until she could feel the imprint of each one.
“Such a greedy little slut,” He murmured, his lips brushing against hers with every word, his breath mingling with hers. "Say it. Say you're my dirty little slut'
"I.. I'm a dirty little slut'" She said, not even feeling ashamed.
"My dirty little slut" He corrected huskily.
"I'm your dirty little slut"
“That's right. But you're still not getting anything yet" His thumb traced the shape of her lower lip before slipping inside, pressing down on her tongue. “Let’s play a game, my dirty little slut.”
Her breath hitched.
A game.
The words sent a shiver down her spine, her body tensing even as her mind raced with possibilities—some thrilling, some terrifying.
His thumb pulled free from her mouth with a wet sound, his fingers still curled around her chin, holding her in place.
“A game?” Her voice was barely more than a breath, her pulse hammering in her throat.
His lips curled into a sinister smile, the kind that promised pleasure and pain in equal measure.
She couldn’t see it, but she could feel it.
Also with the way his grip on her chin turned just a little crueler, his fingers digging in deeper.
“The game is simple,” His voice a dark caress against her ear. “I’m gonna set a timer for three minutes. And you know what your task’s gonna be?”
She swallowed hard, her mind racing with what he might demand of her.
It didn’t matter—she’d do anything he asked, endure anything, as long as he finally gave her what she needed.
“N-no,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “What do you want me to do?”
His chuckle was dark, his thumb brushing over her lower lip, forcing it open again.
"You're gonna make this little mouth useful by sucking my c**k like your life depends on it. You'll have three minutes to make me c*m and if you succeed, you will have my c**k all night. Hell, you're gonna need a wheelchair to take you back home after I destroy your p***y" He whispered right against her lips and she couldn't help but shiver at his last sentence, her eyes wide beneath the blindfold.
"But if you fail to make me c*m before the timer goes off, You will get dressed immediately and go back home to your sweet husband with that p***y still starving"
- Writer
