“Tonight is all about you, pet,” he whispered.
He said it as though every night hadn’t been about me. Although he commanded me to do things, the pleasure this man brought me was something I would forever treasure.
Sir placed a blindfold over my eyes, tying it at the back of my head. As the darkness consumed me, I gave myself over to him, knowing that he would care for me tonight. I’d come to trust him during the time we’d spent together and I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. Not physically, anyway. My heart was an entirely different story, but that wasn’t his fault. It was mine. I’d fallen in love with this man in the short time I’d known him.
I knew I couldn’t admit that to him, so I held it inside and let it build, bringing me pleasure only he was capable of providing.
I felt something go over my head, settling just above my ears. “I want you to only focus on your sense of touch tonight. I’m putting noise-canceling headphones on you.”
I nodded, curious as to what this would be like.
“Before I do, I want you to tell me what your safeword is.”
“Red, Sir.”
“At any point, should you feel it necessary, use your safeword. I will stop. And should you need a moment to collect yourself, yellow is the word. I’ll give you a break at that point.”
“I understand, Sir.”
I hadn’t needed to use my safeword up to this point, but I was grateful for the reminder. I knew that Sir had to trust me to know my own limits.
After he placed the headphones over my ears, Sir took my hand and we started walking. I could hear nothing except for my own breathing. It was almost terrifying to be robbed of both sight and sound. It left me feeling incredibly vulnerable, proving to me that I had established a great deal of trust for this man.
We didn’t go far, so I assumed we were still in his bedroom. When my thighs met the mattress, I knew I was right.
He turned me around and then urged me to sit down. With care, he laid me out on the bed, then restrained my arms and my legs. I could feel the caress of the air against my flesh, pushed down by the ceiling fan. The soft brush of his fingers over my skin made the fine hairs on my body stand on end. My anticipation grew rapidly. Without sight, sound, or the ability to move, I was completely at his mercy. He would do as he pleased and I wouldn’t rush him.
Not that I wanted to.
Sir’s finger moved in a circular motion over my breast. I focused on that, sure he was trying to tell me something. I had no idea what he was planning to do to me. I’d already experienced sensation play, so I assumed that was his intent.
What happened next shocked me and I sucked in air as heat splashed over the lower curve of my breast. It trickled down and seemed to stop. Then there was more, dripping onto my body in intervals. A little here, a little there. Warmth pooled, then quickly cooled on my skin. It continued over my belly, my breasts, and the juncture where my thigh met my hip. The temperature of the liquid changed. Sometimes warmer than others, but it was deliciously stimulating.
I could only assume he was using wax. As I waited for the next, I held my breath, attempting to anticipate where it would be. It never landed where I expected, heightening my sense of touch. I was riding a wave of ecstasy when it finally stopped. Several minutes passed and I assumed he was allowing the wax to cool, to harden on my skin.
When he started peeling away the wax, that was erotic in its own way. Something cool grazed my breasts and I realized he was wiping the rest away. He took his time cleaning every inch of me, teasing me with his gentle touch as he went.
His hands disappeared and then I felt warm breath between my thighs. Something brushed against my clit and I realized it was his tongue. I inhaled deeply, lifting my hips to meet the welcome sensation. Strong hands landed on my hips, urging me back down to the mattress. They remained there and I was focused solely on the tongue lapping at me and the thumbs brushing over my hip bones.
Then the cloth returned to my breasts and that was the moment I realized we were not alone. There were two men touching me, teasing me. The knowledge instantly spiked my arousal. I knew who it was without asking.
Sir.
Master.
They were both here.
My heart rate sped up, my breaths ramping up to match.
The mouth on my pussy moved, lips brushing over my skin as the bed shifted around me. Then there were two mouths on my breasts. The sudden sensation shocked me and my body jerked. Teeth nibbled on my skin, then latched on to my nipples, one mouth rough, one gentle. I felt as though I was being tossed in the waves, unable to predict what would happen next.
