lightning bones

I switch off the ensuite light as I step into the bedroom, hair freshly brush and flowing down my back, grazing across the swell of my ass when suddenly you’re there - one hand on my hip while your other snakes into my hair and wraps around the back of my head - your body pushes mine flush against the wall and you kiss me until I have no breath left in my body. Your teeth explore my lips and your tongue pushes into my mouth - you haven’t said a word yet. Just as suddenly as you arrived, you pull back, hand reaching into your pocket. One word, now, as you hand me the thick blindfold. I obey, and slide it over my eyes. Shhhh your lips are pressed against my hair now, and you oh so gently take my hand as you lead me across the bedroom.

On your back your instruction comes right as I’m about to speak, making my breathing hitch. I forget what I’m about to say.

I nestle into the pillows in the centre of the bed, taut as a bowstring but feigning nonchalance. Shhhh you murmur again, put these in. You press a small case into my hand and I recognise my loops. I fumble a little, trying to pick each one up without my eyes to guide my hands, but push them both firmly into my ears.

The difference is almost instant. Goosebumps breakout across my chest and I feel the slickness between my thighs grow. I’m not sure where you are now, but I know you’re here, I know you’ll touch me again soon. But where? How?

Your strong grip is like iron around my wrist as you pull my arm out, away from my body. Your fingers shift and then there is soft, thick fabric wrapped around my wrist, replacing your fingers. You repeat the process with my other arm and trail your fingers so lightly over my body until my back arches into your touch. You disappear entirely, and I lose you to the lack of sensory information. I whimper at my aloneness, and your finger trails over my mouth. I understand and bite my lip, cutting off the noise.

Your weight shifts on the bed, this time right at the end. Your fingers trail from my hips, gliding down to my toes, as you secure each ankle in matching restraints. Your weight disappears again, I fight back the questioning sound reaching up my throat and try to be quiet. Try to be patient. Try to keep my body still and calm.

You take your time with me, playing stroking licking touching, never enough real stimulation to move me down the path to that blinding oblivion, never touching me where I need it the most, only what was needed to wind me up, tighter and tighter and tighter.

My bottom lip is swollen and sore now, and I let go - whimpering and whining - you let it go too. Then just as my first real word since this all began is in danger of slipping past my lips, I feel that silencing finger again. A pause - and then your fingers at my chin, quietly commanding that I open for you. It takes me a moment to remember how to loosen the muscles in my jaw, but I obey and you fill the newly open space with rubber - now my lips are safe from my own teeth and I lose access to yet another part of me.

Your questing fingers return to my body and I can hear the dullest of echoes as you speak to me, the vibration of your voice the biggest indication that I need to listen, you call me such sweet things, your good girl and my body turns electric. I strain at the straps holding me in place, trying to reach you but you place your hand on my tummy, fingers splayed wide - almost obscuring my body entirely - and push me down firmly into the mattress. I push back against and you respond, harder this time. A growl of frustration rises in my throat and your other hand gently wraps around my neck. There’s no pressure, but the sound dies away immediately. A light squeeze, and then my neck is agonisingly exposed to the cool air again.

Your fingers return to their gentle exploration, but there’s a difference now, something so delicious, finally FINALLY you push one long thick finger between the lips of my pussy and slide it up and across my clit. My hips buck and I cry out around my gag. Almost lazily, you withdraw your finger. I swear I hear you sigh. You slide the wet length of your finger down my cheek and your lips are brushing against my ear someone’s desperate I strain my body in response and your hand is back around my throat, a little harder this time. Your other hand gently pulls out one of my loops and you lean in, so beautifully close, if you want to act like a little whore, I’ll treat you like one I think feel you smile before you pull away. The sudden, deep sound of that whisper has set my skin afire, and I’m panting as I struggle to think through the fog that has seeped into every corner of my mind - what have I gotten myself into?

I quickly learn the answer, sudden, glorious fullness - I stretch and shudder around the thing you’re forcing into my aching pussy - and then I’m keening and writhing in my restraints as it vibrates to life inside me. My consciousness is stretched so thin across all the sensations barreling through me and for a few minutes I’m in ecstasy - I feel myself finally moving towards the release I’ve been begging you for - and then the toy simply … stops.

I cry out, a wounded desperate sound, and I feel the vibration of your chest as you laugh. Your hand splays across my chest and as you slide your fingers over my hard nipples for barely a moment before you pull away.

I’m alone, floating in a sharp sea of need, begging, praying for rescue, silent. I don’t know how long I stay there like that, stay fractured.

Almost painfully, my pussy is overwhelmed by the sudden return of sensation, the toy is pulsing and humming - so strong, too strong - you only keep me there for a minute or two, just enough to stretch my soul out once again, to steal away any of the calm that had started to settle over me during the blackout.

Your hand grips my thigh, juuust too low to be of any use to me, but high enough that you can feel the dripping, sticky mess you’ve made of me. My hips buck for what feels like that hundredth time, trying to edge your hand higher but without luck.

The undulating, unpredictable vibrations sending shockwaves through my being suddenly feel less. Not gone, no, just less. You’ve turned it down, so low. Shit, haven’t you ever heard of the middle ground? My hips roll and shift, searching for more, more of anything. This isn’t enough. My hips can’t find you.

Where are you?

The pattern of the pulsing and the depth of the vibration change sometimes, right as I find a rhythm with my hips that looks like it might actually help me. I can’t feel your body, or your breath, but there’s something tickling the back of my neck - I can feel your eyes on me. You’re still here.

Time is a forgotten concept. My breathing is ragged, my body sticky with sweat. The pool of my wetness on the sheets is, quite frankly, a little ridiculous. My release feels a million miles away and yet I shudder with every roll of my hips as if it’s dancing at my finger tips.

Eventually, the pulsing gradually dies away to nothing. A minute passes. I almost catch my breath. Without touching me, you pinch the toy and slowly, gently, slide it out of my body. I almost shatter into orgasm anyway, but still, not enough. The empty hollow feeling it leaves behind brings the prickle of tears to my eyes

please please please

My loop is plucked from my ear again and I sigh at the sensation of your beard against my face and neck. I wonder if you learnt your lesson, I wonder if you earnt your reward I tilt my face against yours and whimper so quietly against your cheek, you can hear the words I cannot say - please, I’m sorry, I’ll be good, please, I’ll do anything, please please please

My hearing is taken as you push the loop back into my ear. I lose you to the darkness as you pull away from the bed, but only for a moment - the mattress between my legs shifts. Your shoulders between my parted thighs. With gentle fingers you peel me apart and I can feel your eyes devouring me. My whole body shakes and I barely dare to hope - yeeesss - your long, wide tongue flickers out and licks the entire expanse of my pussy dipping just slightly into me as you pass my entrance. When the tip of your tongue is millimetres from my clit, you pull back. You kiss up and down the inside of my wet, shining thighs and my body and soul ache in time with each other.

My pussy throbs and I cry out again and again fighting to be heard past the ball of rubber bound between my teeth, begging you for more, unable to hold back the desperate, needy whining. My body oscillating wildly between frozen tension and uncontrollable writhing. Your hand cups my pussy - Is this it? You shove your fingers deep into my pussy and I arch my back so high I feel like I’ll snap - Is it finally time? You graze against my gspot and I feel one of the precious last tethers holding me here snap - oh god please give me more.

Your hand disappears from between my legs and I shudder. You reappear quickly, your hand against my face as you spread my wetness across my lips, painting it across my cheeks. Messy, rough. I don’t need you to take out my loops to hear the strength of your voice I tried nice, but somebody wants to keep acting the needy slut. Don’t forget that you asked for this. You pause for a moment and I freeze, uncertain.

Hmm, a good little slut of my own

Outwardly, I wait, frozen. In my chest, under my aching tits, my heart flutters, and I almost spoil the whole thing by groaning aloud as my pussy clenches at the thought of what I hope comes next.

The mattress shifts again as you yank a pillow down towards you where you kneel between my legs. A firm hand on my hip and a loud, stern, up has me lifting my hips from the bed while you shove the pillow into the new space. You shove me back down into the pillow - hard, so hard I bounce. The fingers of your left hand dig into my thigh as you steady yourself and part my legs even further than they have been all night - god I hope those beautiful fingers leave me a memory for the morning - while your right hand wraps around the base of your thick, aching cock. You haven’t so much as grazed against it all night and you fight the urge to slide your hand up the length of your shaft while you kneel over me. You’re frustrated and you have one place to vent it all. After all, whose damned fault is it that you’re like this in the first place? A good little slut would be able to take it, fuck, she’d probably even beg for it - right?

You lean forward, the glistening head of your dick just barely touching the incredible wetness of my pussy when you rub up up up until you graze against my clit - I almost choke at the sheer pleasure - then down down down until you’re positioned right at my entrance. You pause - fuck. Why? Fuck. please, ple a s e

The hand gripping my thigh tightens in a beautifully painful way and it’s the only warning I get before you slam the full length of your cock into me, sparking that incredible pain so deep inside me as you force your way into me. Your hand has moved away from my thigh now - you’re finished holding back, showing restraint - your hand wraps perfectly around my throat and squeezes tight while you fuck me like a doll and it only takes three or four hard, punishing thrusts before I come apart around you.

It’s practically instant, the release I’ve been seeking for so so long is here and I’m utterly carried away by it. My eyes roll back and my orgasm takes me sky high and further - I take you with me as much as I can as the walls of my pussy ripple and clench around your still-thrusting dick. You’re laser focused on the sensations assaulting you after such an agonising wait, made all the more intense by the sensations that continue to course through me - you forget to loosen your hand.

My body shudders and spasms, the orgasm refusing to abate. It goes on and on and on - I can see stars bursting across the blackness of the blindfold and still I’m caught up in wave after wave of pleasure with every thrust of your hips. Right as my head starts to ache and I feel the edges of my limited vision get somehow darker, your hand flies from my neck and I suck in a huge breath. The sudden intake of oxygen mixes with the physical feelings pinballing through me and I peak yet again. It almost hurts. I clench hard around your cock and whine, not ready for it to end, still asking you for that one last thing - you hear me, and allow it - unloading yourself deep into me with a soft growl.