Give Up Control

Was… was she blindfolding me with her bra? Was she seriously, fucking blindfolding me with her bra? My hand reached out, about to take it off. 

“Siri, wh–”

“Sshh, shh, shh!” she hushed me as she smacked my hand away, and I just froze. “Yes, I'm blindfolding you with my bra, Jackson. And no, you cannot take it off.”

“But you–”

“Do you want me to do this or not?” she asked harshly, and I pressed my lips shut. “There. Good boy.”

Oh Lord above. 

That did something to me I would never admit to anyone if a gun was pointed at my head. It made pleasure shoot up my spine, and my balls became heavy and tight, almost like I was about to… climax. 

Fuck, this woman was driving me crazy, and I was stuck between panic and arousal. Panic because I liked being in control and knowing what was about to happen to me. Arousal because control had been snatched from my hands by this beautiful creature. I wanted to see her face, but at the same time I wanted my imagination to run wild.

Oh Lord, I was so bloody fucked. 

Siri secured the blindfold at the back of my head, and I blinked at the darkness, inhaling her scent that assailed my senses. Her scent in her bra was thick, musky almost, and it made precum drip out of me, wetting a spot in my briefs. 

For a while, Siri said nothing, but I felt her eyes burning into my skin like a brand, a brand I wanted to show the fucking world.

“Siri?” I called softly when she just remained silent and didn't move an inch, my voice shaking slightly. 

“You’re beautiful, Jackson,” she said softly, and my breath hitched. “This is not the alcohol speaking. This is not me trying to stroke your male ego by calling you beautiful. This is just me being… honest. I’ve always thought you were so beautiful, but I could never bring myself to say it.”

I swallowed, but that did nothing to push the rock down my throat. 

Why, huh? Why was she doing this to me? This was fucking torment. In the bathroom, I had declared to myself that I wouldn't rush anything anymore, but… why? Now I was beginning to think she was doing it on purpose. Anytime I decided to give this whatever time it needed, she did something that made patience feel bloody impossible. 

“And your body…” she whispered, voice thick with pleasure. “God, it's making me have some kind of body worship fantasy.”

She shifted, leaning closer to me, and I groaned softly when I felt the soft curve of her lips pressed into my neck. She sucked the skin gently, and I groaned. Her lips moved to my throat where she sucked and licked, before they went lower to my chest. 

My breath was harsh as I tracked her by her movements, aching to pull this blindfold off so I could see all the expressions on her face as her lips moved on my chest. This was something new to me, something that I've never allowed anyone to do, and I was almost tempted to end it, to flip our positions, but if this magnificent creature wanted to worship and lick me from head to toe, then who was I to refuse? 

All I could do was just surrender to her, even though it was something strange to me. I have never ever surrendered control to anyone, and it was making me kind of jumpy, but I had to calm my tits and enjoy the ride she was taking me on, hoping to God that we didn't crash before we got to our destination. 

“Let me tell you what I learned today,” she whispered seductively, her lips leaving trails of kisses on my chest, and when she kissed my nipple, my body jumped. “I learned that if you dull one sense, the others become sharper. If I blindfolded you, you would have to rely on your other senses. Your skin will become more sensitive, and you will feel every little touch.”

She kissed my nipple again, and a low moan slipped out of me. Her tongue curled around it before the tip flicked over it, and my breath hitched. 

“Siri…” I whispered, my voice so rough it didn't sound like mine.

She moved to my other nipple, doing the same to it, and my hands flew out, not knowing where they would land, so when they landed on her breasts, I almost brust in my fucking underwear. 

She hummed as I kneaded them softly with stupid hands that shook no matter how hard I willed them not to. She pushed her chest deeper into my hands, and I groaned like I was dying. 

Bloody hell, but I was being undone. Piece by piece. Sensitive touch by sensitive touch. And it was dangerous. Dangerous for me. Dangerous for my heart, which had grown weak for her. 

Helpless. Needy. Hers. 

I rubbed her nipples, and she moaned so softly; I wished I had a way to bottle the sound and keep it with me always. 

The third thing was becoming clear to me now, with every touch and moan; it was becoming clear, and I didn't like it. I didn't like it one bit, and I bloody loved it. 

Siri suddenly moved away from my touch, and I whimpered. I bloody fucking whimpered.

“Oh fuck, Jackson,” she moaned, her voice rough as I felt her shift. “That was so fucking sexy, God.” 

I couldn't say a word, afraid of what might come out of my mouth. Afraid of this woman and these things she was making me feel, do, and sound like. I felt her shift again, heard a rustle, and immediately, I knew she was getting naked.

“I want to see you, Siri,” I breathed, almost begging.

“No, boo,” she said gently, and my dick jerked at that word again. Does she even know this was the second time she'd said it? “You can only touch.”

And then she grabbed my hand and placed it on top of her head, her head that was close to mine…

I gasped, my eyes going wide behind the blindfold when she dragged my briefs down suddenly, not giving me a chance to breathe as my dick was finally free before her tongue pressed into my slit. 

“O-oh, fuck, Siri!” I groaned, my fingers digging into her hair. “A bloody warning would have been helpful!”

She hummed while still licking my crown. “I didn't want to.” 

Fuck, this woman… 

She sucked my crown into her mouth, and my next breath came out in a choked gasp, my body locking up, and every single muscle tensed.

Fuck, I wasn't going to last. I wasn't going to last. Not gonna last. Not gonna blood–

I groaned deep in my chest as she took me in deeper, inch by inch, moaning around my dick, the sound vibrating down the length and going straight to my balls. I folded in half, placing my hands on her shoulders as I panted, my eyes still wide behind the blindfolds.

I clenched my lower abdomen, jaw clenched tight to hold back the climax that was incoming at the speed of light. I can't… not right now, not so bloody soon.

But when Siri grabbed my balls and swallowed me all the way without gagging, I shattered, and the third thing became very clear to me.