My step-Uncle

Content Warning: This chapter contains mature themes and references to past explicit sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

Both my hands were tied with cuffs on either side of the bed, and my legs were too. I was naked, blindfolded, my heart beat fast. The cool air of the AC and the anticipation of what was coming were making me shiver.

He entered the room. I could hear his footsteps. He came one hour after tying me like this. I gulped the thick saliva. I could feel him standing right in front of me, looking at my naked body, touching every corner with his eyes. I heard him taking off his belt. That alone made my breath quicken.

I heard the shirt being thrown away, the pants getting away, along with the boxers. I heard a small piece being ripped off—must be a condom. I bet on it.

I heard him groaning; he must be wearing it on his length. After a beat, I could feel his steps toward me. He came to the left side of the bed.

He traced his hand from my feet to above my legs. My breath became shaky; goosebumps made my baby hairs stand. He kept tracing his hand above and above, making me lose my senses. His touch was magical. It alone was enough to make me lose it. Don’t know how I’m gonna live without it after today, but sadly, I have to. There was no choice.

He put his hand on my thigh. I was ready to beg him to touch my core, but I couldn’t; that was the rule. Until he didn’t ask, I wasn’t allowed to speak first.

He was reading me; I was well aware. He moved his hand above, brushing his finger along my stomach.

Now he moved his finger in the middle and traced above, slowly, slowly taking his time, and stopped just right between my breasts—touching none, just stopped in between my chest. Moved up and down with heavy breaths. He took his hand above toward my neck, my jaw, then up to my face, and he traced the side of my cheek.

That’s when he bent down closer to my ear and—"May I?" he asked.

I just nodded. I could feel him smirking. He kissed my ear and sucked on it. His hand began roaming the right side of my body while his lips began playing with the left side of my body, where he was.

Sucking my ear, he moved down to my jaw, then my neck, then down just above my breast. Then he went down to the swell of my breast. His other hand roamed over my body in the same place on the other side. His mouth caught my nipple in his mouth, while his hand caught the other nipple in hand. One he rubbed, pinched, the other he sucked, licked.

He moved down to the middle of my stomach, kissed my navel, moved down—getting on the bed, sitting between my tied, spread legs. He held my waist with both hands and moved below, kissing my belly.

He moved down toward my hips and kissed right above my core. My breath hitched. He kissed down just on my folds now.

"May I?" he asked again.

I nodded as I heard him turning on the vibrator, while with his mouth, he began eating me down there.

He placed the running vibrator over my nipple, giving me hellish pleasure. I bit my lower lip under my teeth to not make noise. Otherwise, he would stop.

He sucked, licked my folds. He got up, leaving heat. I was dripping, I was so wet. He took the vibrator down, teasing me, and stopped it right above my core, inserting one finger inside. A moan threatened to leave.

I sucked it back. He inserted the second finger and began moving them in and out, making my head fall back in pleasure.

He took the vibrator right above my core, making my breath hitch, legs almost shaking already.

He began thrusting his fingers fast in and out of me, while at the same time increasing the speed of the vibrator, making my body shake.

I was coming bad. My nails dug into my palms, toes curled, hips above the mattress. He pumped his fingers hard, making my mouth wide open. I wanted to beg to cum really bad, but I couldn’t until he said so. I shut my mouth again, opened with a gasp. I was so close, too close.

"Beg," he said.

"Can I cum?" I asked.

"Say it properly," he said, increasing the vibrator and his fingers’ speed, both.

"Please... can I cum?" I begged, legs shaking. I was about to explode.

"Properly, wildflower," he said.

"Please, sir," I said.

"Cum," he said, pushing his fingers deep inside me, and I exploded.

Beep beep beep.

I got turned on my side and turned off the alarm with an angry hump.

I lay straight after that and opened my eyes. It was morning now. I again saw the same dream—or say, relived the same memory.

I pulled the blanket above and took my hand down. As expected, I was dripping with wetness. I slowly moved toward the drawer beside the night lamp, pulled out my vibrator, and took it inside the blanket, and placed it right on my core, and it began its magic.

"Oh God," my head fell back with pleasure. I pinched one nipple with my hand, while with the other hand, I used the vibrator on me, recalling what I just relived today.

My mouth was watering with pleasure. The memory was still clear in my mind, as if it had happened a minute ago.

I came so hard with the vibrator, but didn’t remove the vibrator, still shaking. I kept it on my pussy, draining the life out of me. I curled with pleasure but didn’t pull away, just like he never did. "Count to 50," his voice came back in my mind, and I began. I was a cum mess, legs shaking, but I didn’t remove the vibrator until 50.

As it reached 50, it automatically fell from my hands. I curled hard on the bed—pain and pleasure all washed over me now.

After a great 10 minutes, I finally got the courage to get up and clean myself.

I got up and went into the shower. Filling the bathtub, I sat in it and leaned my head against it, eyes meeting the ceiling.

It had been 2 years since I last met him. I grabbed my phone,  sitting beside the tub, and checked the website.

It was still not available. I don’t know where that website went overnight. I met him there—the anonymous handsome Mr. Stranger.

It was a website for adults to find a match to live through your fantasies with. Our chat began there. He was short-tempered and didn’t speak much.

We decided on three days of pleasure, and after that—no connection and nothing. It was a Dom-sub website, and he was my first and last Dom. After him, I never felt any charm with anyone, didn’t even try. No amount of my own pleasuring myself took me there where he took me—above heaven, the ultimate bliss.

It was only 3 nights, and they were printed like hell on my mind. I remember every single detail, ’cause the way he did everything was remarkable. It’s been 2 years, and I’m still not able to forget him.