TWENTY-ONE: Faster, Doll

I was right.

He does need to be in control after what happened today.

He’s tied me up completely with the rope, my arms pinned to my sides, my thighs pressed together, which instantly tells me that I’m not going to get much satisfaction out of today. He uses his fingertips, the pinwheel, the strands of the Nine Tails to graze my skin, to tease me, to make me shiver, for hours. I have the corset on, and nothing else at this point. I just sit patiently on my knees, waiting for the moment of impact. When it comes, when the Nine Tails smacks against the top of my thigh, my core instantly floods my underwear with wetness.

I’m completely at his mercy, and he fucking knows it.

His goal today is to make me do the work, to listen to his instructions to the fucking letter. Which I do. I answer him when questioned, call him Sir every time, move where he wants me, close my eyes, let him take my underwear off, open my mouth as requested.

This moment is the one that tests me the most though.

My eyes are closed, him trusting me to obey without the blindfold. He asks me to move forward, which I do, carefully lifting onto my knees and shifting until he tells me to stop. He grips the knots on my chest, holding me up, and after a few seconds, he finally tells me to sit back down.

I flinch when I feel something at my core.

“Down, Doll.” He growls.

Swallowing, I roll my hips slightly, trying to feel what the object is. As I slowly lower myself down, I bite my bottom lip as the dildo pushes into me. It is one with a suction cup on the bottom, that he’s put on the floor, clearly with the intention of making me fuck myself on it as he watches.

With a shaky breath, I keep sinking until its full length is inside, the girth big enough to comfortably stretch me, and I fight the insane urge to rock my hips on it. I fight the urge to ask him to touch my throbbing clit.

“How does that feel?” He asks, his voice sounding very close, as though he’s crouched down beside me.

“Good, sir… thank you.” I breathe as I hold my position.

“Open your eyes.” He orders, and I obey immediately, seeing him standing up in front of me, his fingers undoing his belt buckle.

I glance up at his eyes, silently asking the question, but he just smiles, undoes his trouser button as well, leaving it open as he bends down to grab my jaw.

“We haven’t done this yet, but I’m assuming you’ll be making another exception for me, Doll.” He says softly, a twisted way of getting my consent. “You’re going to do all the work this time, got it?”

I nod eagerly and he lets go of me, walking over to the chair and pulling it so that when he sits down in it, he is right in front of me, his knees level with my shoulders.

I lean forward as he pushes his trousers down slightly, grabbing his cock, and freeing it from the material.

It stands hard, erect in his hand, and I swallow slightly as I take in the size. I’ve seen it, felt it briefly, but always in the confines of his trousers. It looks a lot bigger than it had felt then. He catches my wide eyes, and smiles as he pumps himself a couple of times. Then he grabs my ponytail, and pulls me forwards.

Licking my lips, I flick my eyes up to his briefly before focusing on the task that is making my stomach clench. As I lean forwards, I feel the dildo sliding out of me, as I gasp at the feeling, my body freezing.

But he doesn’t like that.

He tugs my ponytail again, rocking his hips up at the same time, forcing his cock to slip into my mouth, and as soon as I feel him on my tongue, my eyes close. His grip on my hair relaxes, silently telling me that I’m now in control, and I don’t waste any time.

I test the position, not being able to use my hands, the way my body moves as I take more of him in my mouth, my hips lifting, then sliding back to suck on the tip of his cock as I sit back down on the dildo. I quickly work out a rhythm, where I’m fucking myself on the dildo, and his cock is fucking my mouth.

I open my mouth wider, moving back so that he slides back out, slowly running my tongue on the underneath of his dick, my eyes looking up into his.

My core throbs when I see him bite his bottom lip, and I move back to take him again, sucking as I bob up and down, moving my whole body with the movement, the dildo pushing into me every time I move back. I don’t hold back my moans, revelling in the way his cock twitches each time as the vibrations shoot through him. His fingers keep tightening in my hair every so often, usually when his cock reaches the back of my throat, and my tongue swirls around it as I slide him back out.

I spend a while trying to give the most teasing blowjob I’ve ever given. Trying to cover every inch of his cock with my lips, my tongue, going slow, purposefully, tiny moments of fast movements, of him at the back of my throat. I want to see how much he will put up with.

Plus, going fast means that it will be over. And getting fucked the same time as giving head is something that I never want to be over. It ignites something deep in my fantasies, makes my blood feel like it’s on fire, and makes me feel like I’m the sexiest person alive. It is a situation that I’ve only been in a few times, so regardless of whether it is a person or a dildo between my legs, I want to drag it out as long as possible.

He doesn’t seem to be on the same wavelength this time.

Having spent the whole time in silence up until now, it surprises me when he suddenly speaks.

“Faster, Doll.” He mutters, his fingers tightening slightly in my hair. When I don’t change my pace, his grip intensifies, and he pulls me completely off. “What did I fucking say?” he growls.

“To… go… faster.” I whimper. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

He doesn’t reply. He just pushes my head back down to his cock, his other hand gripping the base and angling it into my mouth. I go faster, my mouth and my tongue moving over him quicker each time.

Apparently, I still am not going fast enough because before I know it, he starts rocking his hips up to fuck my mouth.

I groan in frustration, and look up at him, trying to convey my disdain that he won’t let me do it myself.

He just bites his lip briefly, grits his teeth, and moves his hips faster, pushing my head down so that his cock hits the back of my throat each time. Relaxing my throat, I let him use me, watching his head roll back on the chair as his hips start stuttering. I take the opportunity to suck him harder as he slams his cock into my mouth, licking the underside with my tongue, and start to move with him when I hear his moan above me.

“Fuckkk, baby doll...” He pants as I feel him throb in my mouth, telling me that he’s getting closer.

Suddenly, he pulls me by the hair, his cock sliding out of my mouth completely, and he strokes himself to his climax, his lips crashing to mine as he comes all over my chest.

I gasp at the action, at the kiss, his tongue delving into my mouth as his groans make my body vibrate.

He is kissing me. In The Red Room. As a client.

As he pulls back, his chest heaving with his breaths, his hand relaxing around his dick, he seems to realise what he just did. He looks into my eyes, which are staring back at him in confusion, my mouth still parted from the kiss.

We’ve talked about kissing before. I said that I don’t usually do it with clients, and if I do, I will talk to them beforehand about it. The reason I’ve not had that conversation with David yet is because of the complications of it all, of the fact that I’m keeping this secret from him.

And also because I feel that if I kiss him as Doll, I’ll find it too hard not to kiss him as Nora.

Now, I’ve already done it in both worlds.

He doesn’t say a word. I see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows, his eyes flicking between mine, and then he pushes me back as he stands, and walks over to the table, straightening his trousers. Grabbing a cloth, he comes back over to me, crouching behind me as his heart is hammering in his chest, and he undoes the ropes binding my body.

I feel them slack on my skin, but I don’t dare turn to look at him. He puts the cloth on my thigh, and then I hear him walk to the door, and close it behind him as he leaves.