art-of-domination: exoticeva:I confessed I’d never come from oral, blushing hotly the whole time.
art-of-domination: exoticeva: I confessed I’d never come from oral, blushing hotly the whole time. The beat of silence that followed made me squirm even more. “That’s not something you should be fucking embarrassed about.” I looked up at him in surprise, caught off-guard by the harshness of his tone. “That’s something your previous lovers should be embarrassed about.” “Oh..well…I mean…” I trailed off as he took my hand in his. “I’m going to enjoy being the first to make you cum on my tongue.” He led me to the bedroom and undressed me - deft fingers making quick work of buttons and zippers, grazing my nipples and skimming my skin until I stood in front of him naked, already a little turned on. He leaned down and kissed me, then pushed me back gently so that I lay sprawled on his big bed. He walked away, and I heard the closet doors open. “Do you trust me?” I swallowed at the intensity in his voice, inexplicably nervous, but the good kind. I squirmed against the coolness of the sheets. “Yes, of course.” “Good.” He came back into view carrying two long pieces of fabric. I raised my eyebrows slightly but didn’t say anything. “Scoot down until your ass is at the edge, then spread your legs. Show me that pretty pussy of yours.” I blushed, but complied, shifting until I was where he had asked. He was the first man to speak to me like that, and his dirty, sexy words always sent a dart of desire through me. I startled as he gripped one of my ankles, then slid his hand up until he had hooked the back of my knee. Without a word he looped the fabric around my leg, tied a large knot, then tied the ends to the upright post. He took the other ankle and repeated the process until I was tethered to the bed, knees raised, spread open and on display for him. I fluttered my hands nervously and started to protest, but he cut me off. “Put your hands behind your back, lie on them. Do not move them without permission. Am I clear?” His tone was stern, and I blinked at the shift in demeanor, but answered immediately. He was always a little bossy, he liked to be in charge and I liked that about him, but this – this was edge I hadn’t seen before. “Y-yes.” “Good girl.” He knelt down at the end of the bed and I blushed even more as I felt his hot breath on my skin. “Look at how pink and wet you are lovely, and I haven’t even touched you yet. Maybe you like being tied up? Being told what to do?” I bit my lip as shame washed over me. I hadn’t ever told anyone that. Nice girls didn’t like things like that. Oh my god, was he disgusted with me now? I struggled, trying to dislodge my hands from underneath me so I could sit up. “Stop moving. I said not to move your hands. I asked you a question and I expect an answer.” For some reason I did what I was told - something about his tone and his voice. I lay back down and took a deep breath, squeezing my eyes shut before whispering my answer. “Y-yes…I like it.” There was silence, and then he leaned even closer, so that I felt his lips on the skin of my inner thigh when he whispered back, “Good, because I like telling you what to do.” Without another word he swept his tongue along the juncture of my thigh, a long, slow swipe of pleasure that had me crying out. He did the same on the other side, teasing me, making me suddenly, acutely aware of the emptiness of my cunt. He placed his hands on either side of my pussy, framing it, with his thumbs down near the crinkled rosebud of my ass and the tips of his fingers resting delicately by my clit. I felt myself opening up to him, his gaze, his hands, his mouth. He started to trace looping patterns, arcs and circles of sensation, on my skin. “Now,” he said, almost conversationally, “would be a good time to call me Sir. Can you do that?” “Yes, Sir.” The words fell out of my mouth like they were most natural thing I’ve ever said. He was still doing that looping thing with his fingers, and the sparks felt like they were going straight to my clit, to that throbbing place deep inside me that aches and burned with emptiness. I tried to shift my hips, to bring his fingers closer to where I wanted them, but was stopped by his bindings. He’d left me no leverage, no way to position myself anyway other than how he wanted me. He moved his head and now his tongue brushes against my folds, up and down, up and down, until I was squirming against his mouth.His hands spread my pussy open, all my pink, slick flesh on display. He slid his tongue even deeper, hitting sensitive spots that had me whimpering and moaning, again and again, but it still wasn’t enough. I pleaded with him, babbling for more, always more, don’t stop, please. He lifted his head to look at me and I was struck dumb by the raw appeal of this man, on his knees in front of me, his mouth sticky and slick with my juices, his eyes almost feral as he stared at me. He might be on his knees but no one would ever mistake him for anything other than dominant, so clearly owning me, my body, my responses. “You taste so fucking good, and you are going to cum for me. I promise.” I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me because his mouth was back against my flesh, on my clit this time, nipping gently before applying a suction guaranteed to drive me out of my mind. I was panting and writhing as much as the restraints allowed, tension seizing every part of me as the pleasure built, low in my belly, radiating outward. And then, then he slid a finger into my desperate, aching hole. Fucking me with it, a delicious counterpoint to the flick of his tongue against my swollen, hard clit. My thighs shaking as my muscles tensed tighter, the push and pull of his finger, the lush suck of his mouth, driving my pleasure until something snapped. My body folded up in an uncontrolled spasm as I clenched hard against his mouth, my feet kicked out against his shoulders,my pussy fluttered in abandon. “Ohhhhh FUCK. SIR.” I screamed, beyond caring about whatever it is nice girls do. My first ever orgasm from oral rolled through my body, and I was blinded by pleasure and heat, flopping back as he pinned my hips in place and continued to lap at me, licking me until the peak finally passed and I lay there, ruined, devastated by his sexy mouth and his clever fingers and his ruthless determination. Shit. I don’t have any captions tonight and after reading this, I want to go give someone some oral. You all can read this instead of my stuff. Fuck. -- source link