CHAPTER FIVE

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 fucking pussy 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 fucking wasn't giving her what she wanted!

How long would she have to wait before he fucks 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 nipples 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 nipple 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 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 pussy 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, fuck me, I want to cum"

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 cock like your life depends on it. You'll have three minutes to make me cum and if you succeed, you will have my cock all night. Hell, you're gonna need a wheelchair to take you back home after I destroy your pussy" 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 cum before the timer goes off, You will get dressed immediately and go back home to your sweet husband with that pussy still starving"