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๐๐ญ๐ข๐ฌ๐ก, ๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ, ๐๐ข๐๐ซ๐๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฌ, ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ ๐
๐๐ญ๐ข๐ฌ๐ก, ๐
๐๐๐ซ ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ค(๐ข๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐ง๐ญ), ๐๐จ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐
๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ข๐๐ฌ, ๐
๐จ๐๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง ๐
๐๐ฆ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐๐๐๐ฏ๐ฒ!๐๐จ๐ฆ/๐๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐ข๐๐ฌ, ๐๐๐๐!๐๐ฎ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐๐๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ง๐ฏ๐ข๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ, ๐
๐จ๐จ๐ญ ๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐ฌ๐ก(๐ข๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐ง๐ญ), ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐-๐๐๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฑ ๐ญ๐จ๐ฒ๐ฌ, ๐
๐จ๐ซ๐๐๐ ๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐๐ฎ๐ญ!๐๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ฌ๐ฎ๐๐ฅ ๐๐๐๐ง๐, ๐๐๐๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐๐๐ ๐ฏ๐ข๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ข๐ฆ๐๐ฅ ๐๐๐๐ญ๐ก.
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ ๐ก๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ, offers your sweat-tacky skin the most unsettling of kisses; feather-light strokes of mesh that allow goosepimples to prickle and rise like tiny dermal mountains. The cool air of the basement licks at your flesh, the true chill of the concrete below you biting at your bare feet and knees. They flex anxiously and you resist the urge to roll your ankles to stretch them, merely splaying your toes to incur blood flow. Stripped even of the plum varnish that Sebastian had personally applied for you so very recently.
No jewelry, either. โYou know,โ His voice is a purr, a rumble within his chest that is rife with sickened delight at your exposure, you hear the slight crunch of pebbles under his heavy boots, of fine sediment and you resist the urge to moan wantonly at the realization that he didnโt even sweep, didnโt even consider cleaning up the ground before stripping you and opting to indulge your fiendish request. Sebastianโs tone is saccharine sweet, candied cherries in between shark-like incisors as his tactical-gloved fingers toy with the closure of your padded blindfold, โI think you should see yourself.โ
โ๐ ๐๐๐๐ you,โ You had begun teasingly, features rosy with the warmth of gentle arousal and your own merriment; blinking at him with those pretty eyelashes. โTo keep the gear on.โ
Sebastian blinks at the request, dark eyes flashing, not unlike a crow that has spotted something shiny. His hair has only darkened with age, blond nearly brown now, shorn down to his scalp.
A series of lay line-like scars adorn his dermis, twisting like pale rivers toward his ears, his nape, one outright connecting with his hairline and the one that cleaves right through his left brow. โ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐ ๐จ๐ง๐,โ ๐๐๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐๐ง ๐ก๐๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐๐๐ญ๐ก, ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ ๐๐ซ๐ง๐๐ญ ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐๐ฌ ๐ก๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ข๐ซ ๐ฆ๐๐๐ข๐. โ๐๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ค๐ง๐ข๐๐.โ ๐๐ก๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ, ๐ก๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ซ๐ง๐๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐๐ซ, ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ข๐ค๐๐ซ.
โI do not know about that, Blรผte,โ He responds easily, though it is not a refusal. You are his ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ, so alive, so beautiful, at the mercy of someone who daydreams of plucking off your petals and devouring your severed head. โYou know how it can be. The work..โ He gesticulates vaguely toward you in a way that is stupidly charming when paired with his lazily smile. โHeadspace.โ
Truthfully, you donโt entirely understand his work. You understand that it is military adjacent and that it takes him from you for weeks, sometimes months at a time. His tattoos and scars donโt help you make much sense of him when he sleeps either. His accent is a mesh between Austrian and something else and he has spoken ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ German with you. His tattoos depict a dated Russian Army crest and you have heard him respond to other names. Not when spoken to, but when strangers say them. Like heโs looking for someone else or maybe theyโre looking forโ โI just donโt know if you would..โ He sucks his teeth like youโre discussing the viewing of a particularly uninteresting film. โLike it. Enjoy it.โ
โOf course I would,โ You press, deciding that the notion must be that heโs prioritizing your own personal comfort, that perhaps you wonโt enjoy him this way and that couldnโt be further from the truth. Your hands find his, fingers smoothing along the length of his forearms, taking in every scar and hair and birth mark. โI always enjoy you, Sebastian.โ
โOkay,โ He smiles again and you are momentarily stunned by how dark his gaze has become. A depth youโve seen beforeโ when the neighborโs chocolate Labrador had been struck by a vehicle in the night and you had discovered it. In tears, fingers in his sleeve, youโd looked up to find cesspools like black holes. They hadnโt scared you then, but they make you nervous now. โAs you wish.โ
๐๐๐๐๐ is what greets you first, momentarily blinding and all encompassing as you gather yourself; coming face to face with the jigsaw-like camouflage that litters his trousers. Itโs unusually loose around his calves and at the bunch of his knees and you wonder if thatโs what makes them actual tactical pants. A stupid, distracting thought; one that does not linger for very long as tawny-colored gloves, rough with their ribbing for grip and for tactical advantage, tug your skin when he catches the heft of your jawโ your cheeks, lips and chin caught up in one of his great paws as he refuses you a complete visual of him, your head turned with just slightly too much force to face a mirror that you dimly recognize is from your bedroom. He brought it down here.
Your hair is frazzled, standing up in every direction from the haphazard blindfold removal and how he pets it with his other hand, deliberately making a mess of you. Your features are flushed down to your chest, accentuating your complexion that he adores and the swell of your breasts, nipples peaking in the cool air. Painfully stiff with how long heโs had you in anticipation, kneeling in the standing vee of his legs. Your soft belly is so appealing like this and he yearns to sink his teeth into your civilian flesh. โI could keep you like this forever, but that is not the plan,โ He shoves you forward, broad palm between your shoulder blades and you can barely raise your hands quickly enough to catchโ his laughter soft, playful as he circles away from you and toward a table he has assembled in the corner. โYou are always telling me that it is okay to let go, to indulge myself but I donโt..โ He shakes his head and the shroud is terrifying like this. A neon demon in how the dim light of the basement reflects off of his back, made large than life in his assortmentโ boots, vest, helmet, shroud, gloves; it all likens him to a persona that you have never so much as imagined. โI do not think you understand what you are asking of me.โ
Something vibrates. Itโs a loud, mean sound that indicates to you immediately that this is something that plugs into the wall with the strength of whatever setting he has it switched onto. But what has your features twisted into mortal horror is that itโs..
Attached to a pole. PVC, easily, but a slim cream-colored pole that has the wand taped to it with crude black tape, the force of its eager pleasure-bringing motions nearly beckoning you with how it makes the entire tool.. ๐๐ข๐๐ซ๐๐ญ๐. You can spot another one behind him and the brief glimpse of one of your own personal dildos mounted onto a stick is both enthralling and mortifying.
The first touch is like electricity. It taps against your clitoris in a cursory bump as he approaches, humming as you sit up suddenly, both chasing the sweet attention and a means to get into a more comfortable position; the thundering wand traveling in rhythmic circles along your mound that have you gasping his name. โS-Sebastian,โ You stutter in time with your fluttering heart, head tilting back as you begin to sink into it, sudden pleasure warming your chilled limbs and and..
Krueger stops. Withdrawing the wand and allowing you both a moment to take in the visual of how youโve already connected a line of slick to the toy; his laughter belly-deep. Overjoyed. โSehr sรผร,โ ๐๐จ ๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐, He coos, lifting his other hand to gesticulate for you to remain on your knees but to lean forward. โYou can do it, yes,โ Sebastian praises as you lean forward on your splayed palms, desperation fueling your ego and confidence as you spread your thighs a touch, offering a slight movement of your hips that you hope is enticing.
The sound returns and before you can even open your mouth to thank him, itโs delicious pressure is at your clit and though not as intense as before, it is more favorable. You rock into the sensation, daring to offer a sidelong glance backward and you are fixated by what you find. Kruegerโs left hand remains fixated on its dutiful task, though his right hand strayed, cupping the firm outline of his cock and balls through the front of his fatigues. Squeezing himself, spurred on into his arousal but your eagerness to debase yourself for him. For you both. His breath is a shudder and though youโre sure it completes the look, you wish you could see his face right now more than youโve wanted anything your life.
As if sensing your distraction, Sebastian offers a soft click of his tongue in minute disappointment, though that only registers to you as a raise in the setting that has your words devolving into mere utterances of noises and your body twisting to get away. โNein, nein,โ He chastises softly, grasping the toy by the vibrator itself to draw as close to you as possible, sweeping in to jut his kneeโ then heavy thigh underneath your soft stomach, toy-clad hand delving between your thighs to resume its ministrations. Itโs a hold that would normally have you pissed, swatting at him that this is demeaningโ but as his bicep curls around your middle and locks up into place against him, you can do nothing but claw at his legs, his biceps, his tactical gear as he raises the wand to its highest setting and allows it to rest firmly against your clot and the clutch of your lips.
โSebโโ Your voice dies on your tongue, a near hiccup as pleasure builds within your center. Molted in your belly, in the very center of your spine and warming you in such a way that you yourself notice amidst your pleasure that youโre dripping with sweat. โSeb-Sebastian, I-I canโt, you have to slow it down, I donโt, I donโt think I can take it, itโs too much!โ A heavy sigh escapes him, his touch growing firmer as you feel yourself clench and spasm around nothing, your sensitivity growing and the incessant buzz amplifying the obscene sounds of it kissing your cunt. โHoly fuck,โ Your voice drops in register as your orgasm approaches violently, not creeping but sprinting at you; knocking into you and slamming its fists on your chest as you sob through it; writhing in his grasp that only seems to hold you tighter the more you push him away, the more you gasp and shudder and shake.
โI really love you, do you know?โ Sebastian has such an interesting way of asking questions and you sometimes chalk the way he speaks solely up to whoever managed to raise this guy. But itโs his tone, so sweet, so cloying, that almost distracts you from heโs beginning to press the head of the wand inside of you. Itโs not particularly fat, but you bristle at the intrusion that stops less than a quarter of the way in. Heโs teasing you, slowly and gently bumping it against the most nerves at your entrance. It whirs to life, sliding further only as you acquiesce; your innermost muscles only relaxing when he turns the vibrations enough that they travel, stimulating you enough to no longer breathe steadily through your nose. โThatโs it,โ He praises, pressing a kiss to the top of your head through the mesh, through your hair. โI want to show you something. You have done it for me before but..โ His angle shifts, pressing slightly upward at this angle and you open your mouth to protest before closing it. It feels like you have to pee.
โSebastian,โ You begin and he laughs. He wishes that youโd decided to record this session like some of the others, so he could see both your tear-stained face and how well youโre taking the toy. โTrust me, Baby,โ You can hear the smile in his voice and though it does feel good, itโs a bit awkward and you feel..
Itโs a spot within you that is naturally sensitive, though itโs often teased by the slight curve of his cock or when he manages to find a position that can stimulate you, not an industrial wand on high that has you full enough that it feels like it has nowhere else to go when your inner walls bear down on it. Itโs a different kind of pleasure, deeper within you and has you gasping, twitching, chasing it as he follows the gyrations of your hips and praises you beneath his breath. You hadnโt even realized he had been speaking to you this entire time, so fixated on the point of pleasure between your legs that is approaching a second peak that has you both exhilarated and overwhelmed.
You gush around the wand, around his glove, around his sleeve and within the embrace that you are sharing and the cry that leaves you is guttural, deep from within your chest. Your nails find his arm and thigh, digging in past his fatigues as Sebastian offers a sustained hiss as you paw and claw at him; riding out your orgasm as he tortures you with the rapidly declining speed. Youโre both relieved and disappointed at the reprieve, shivering in his arms as he smooths a hand along your flankโ no longer holding you in place but simply holding you. You expect him to disrobe the gear, to sweep you up the steps right away, but his streak hasnโt quite left. His hand travels, meeting the wand in your pussy that is still expecting aftershocksโ twitching around body safe materials as he paws gently at your sore, oversensitive clit. He canโt wait for you to see the puddle youโve made.
โ๐๐๐ญโ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ, ๐ฃ๐?โ
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