Chapter 8: Chapter 8

"What's that?!", I asked angrily and just wanted to grab my face with my free hand in panic, but then I felt his hand on my wrist, which he pressed into the bed with a firm grip.

"Trust me," he whispered in my ear, but the fact that I was handcuffed to the bed and he'd also blindfolded me made trusting a total stranger anything but easy.

Even though he looked really hot.

So I lay there and only saw black, while trying to breathe calmly with my mouth open and his scent taking over everything around me.

I allowed it, feeling his hand, which ran gently and yet decisively between my breasts, which made me stretch my body and want to press my legs together, but I couldn't because he was kneeling between them.

Then, driven by my own pulse, I suddenly and completely unexpectedly realized that he was kissing down my inner thigh, which drove me almost insane, so that a low, whimpering moan escaped my lips.

"Do you like that?" I heard him whisper, but I didn't give him an answer, whereupon he suddenly bit my skin lightly and I jumped in shock.

"Answer," he demanded, licking the spot that still hurt slightly.

"Yes," I moaned in pleasure, fear, and pain in equal measure.

"What yes?"

"Yes, I like it," I answered, panting, and immediately he continued to kiss my skin until he stopped just short of my heated midsection and I felt excitedly how the bed was moving and he was probably lying down.

"Stop, please," I demanded uncertainly and he did it too, while I was trying to understand all of this somehow. "I'm scared," I admitted, and then felt his hand stroking my free hand soothingly.

"You don't have to be scared. I just want to spare you a reminder of two horny old bastards who probably wouldn't care for you or your body for a second," he explained and I felt desperate yet protected, so sick at the same time the whole thing sounded. At least he was listening to me and I didn't want to imagine for a second what would happen if I was in the other room...

"Relaxed?" he asked after a while and I enjoyed the feel of his thumb on the back of my hand, stroking my skin incessantly.

"Yes," I breathed, relaxing my body again. He didn't hesitate for a second and let his warm tongue lick my slit so happily that I squirmed moaning and wanted to put my free hand in his hair, but he held it and squeezed tightly, so that I was now completely immobilized and in complete control had to give to him.

His tongue began to move up and down faster and again and again he sucked my moist, hot skin lightly and then let his tongue play with it again until he took his free hand with him to slowly and tenderly insert a finger guiding my core, causing me to take a deep breath and seem to shake my whole body.

"Relax," I heard his dark voice again and immediately let out all the accumulated air to focus on that feeling of absolute control release. It scared me, but it also excited me...

Again and again he stuck his finger into me in rhythmic movements, while his tongue spoiled my sensitive spot and I suddenly felt that something completely new to me was spreading in my body.

"Stop it," I begged, startled by the tugging in my abdomen, and he immediately let go of me, making me gasp until I calmed down and relaxed my legs again, signaling him to continue.

The movements of his fingers became faster, his tongue more intense and moaning loudly, my entire body contracted in a moment of absolute passion, which made my heart race and my head start to pound.

"Oh God," I breathed out of breath and noticed the twitching of my muscles around his fingers, which he let remain in me for a while before I felt an emptiness inside me that made me feel absolutely uncomfortable.

I wanted more of it, more of him, no matter how absurd that sounded. I wanted more of that feeling of arousal and before I could even get the idea to beg him for more of his touch, I noticed his fingers on my lips, which pushed slowly but demandingly into my mouth.

It was kind of weird tasting myself, but also so arousing in a way that I ran my tongue curiously around his fingers while also sucking on them gently.

"You're doing well," he complimented me, pulling his fingers out of my mouth again, which made me kind of embarrassed. I felt the heat in my cheeks and heard a crackle that I couldn't really place at the moment.

"Don't be alarmed, Ludovica," he whispered, unbuckling the handcuffs from the bedpost, then gently twisting me around by my hips so I was face-sideways on the bed and on all fours while he held my hands tightly behind my back.

"Wait," I then blurted out, suddenly realizing that it was a condom that had been rustling so much, and he immediately relaxed my hands a little, allowing me to take a deep breath while taking my time to get on with it to get used to this new position. You'd think what he was doing to me was absolutely awful, but I was really starting to trust him, at least in terms of complying with my requests.

"Wait please," I said again, trembling slightly, but he stroked my back with one hand soothingly, which to my amazement immediately relaxed me a little.

"Take your time," he said patiently while continuing to gently stroke my skin.

"I'm afraid it will hurt," I explained, embarrassed, while wondering if he even cared...

"Would you like to set the pace yourself?" he asked soothingly and I didn't quite understand what he meant until I suddenly felt his cock on my hot middle and winced slightly. "I'm not moving. Trust me, it's entirely up to you how fast and how far you want him inside you."

My hands firmly fixed on my back again, I froze briefly at the control offered to me and, amazed at myself, began to slowly move my pelvis, so that I felt his excitement dip slightly into my column.

"You're doing well," he whispered, and somehow it drove me that he liked it... that he liked me...

I moved even further in his direction, so that his cock slowly, but also hard, pushed deeper and deeper into me until I felt a sharp pain and gasped violently. I wanted to pull my pelvis away from him again, but he stopped me by immediately putting his hand on my waist and forcing me to remain in this position.

"It hurts," I whimpered, half moaning, because even though it hurt, I still felt my wetness running down my inner thigh and wanted more from him.

"The pain will stop once I thrust deep into you several times. Will you let me?" he asked excitedly and I thought about it for a while in frustration until I just nodded, hoping he was right, but nothing happened. I knew he wanted to hear it again, so I took a deep breath.

"Yes, please do it," I breathed, and immediately he thrust into me so deeply that I cried out with a groan.

He slowly pulled himself out of me to sink deep inside me again with an even harder thrust. It was so arousing that I quickly forgot the pain and even began to move my hips with his.

The smack of his hips against mine filled the room, as did my loud moans and again and again he rhythmically penetrated me, each thrust making me tremble.

His cock rubbing against my walls with such intensity I felt like I never wanted to stop as he suddenly released my hands and pulled me up by my breasts so that my back bumped against his warm, muscular chest.

"You feel so good," he whispered in my ear while relentlessly moving inside me while kissing me over my shoulder, which almost drove me crazy. All this passion was driving me insane and I didn't even know what to do with this pent-up lust until I felt another wave of madness wash over me.

"I'm coming," I moaned, grabbing his hands that were tight on my breasts. He took my hands tightly in his and kept thrusting hard and deep into me with circular movements.

"Don't stop," I begged, moaning, and as my muscles tightened around his cock in a spasm again and I felt that tingling sensation in my abdomen, I moaned all my pleasure out of my lips and let my head fall back against his shoulder in exhaustion.

My breathing was only jerky and he then moaned close to my ear and penetrated me deeply one last time, only to stay inside me for a while in complete silence while my body only slowly calmed down again.