Delectable Deviants

She’d not done this before.

This was a new step forward for her.

First came a love of being spanked as she was being fucked from behind.

Of being tied up. Blindfolded. 

Then that one night stand where the man concerned put his hand around her throat as she were cumming.

She’d never felt it like that before.

There was the guilt of cheating on her boyfriend.

But more so, of how wet she got thinking about the sheer intensity of the moment.

How the fuck had intensified him. 

She’d explored and fingered herself through porn as she sought the limits of her desires. 

Now here she was in the apartment of another stranger.

Tied up tighter than she had before. 

The ropes hurt. She wasn’t sure if she liked it or not.

There was a look in her eyes as if delighted, but scared at what she was confronting.

Of if she could trust of.

Of what he might do with her.

But for now he refused to blindfold her.

He wanted her to look at him.

He began telling her naughty stories.

Of what he might do to her.

She saw a ridge rising in his trousers and wanted it.

To touch it, squeeze it .. for him to play over them and deny her, yet excite her.

He could see the flash and sparkle in her gaze.

He said he knew how wet he was getting her.

That she could trust him, but of the things running through his mind, such mischief could never be trusted.

And that there was a whole night ahead of them.

But he promised her that he would make her cum harder than the one night stand had previously.

There was a smooth in his tone, a cut to his clothes that was as much schoolteacher as businessman.

He knew what he wanted and he wanted her.

She blushed and dare not look at him.

She writhed and the ropes bite harder.

She knew hot wet she was getting.

And that he knew.

And she listened to the way his tongue curved over words.

And wanted that arc over her clit.

Between her sex lips.

He undid his belt and pushed a hand inside his boxers.

A tear on his finger as it removed, he dragged his finger over her lips.

She could taste him.

His pre-cum.

She wanted him.

She wanted him more.

Blushed at how deeply she desire him to scathe ther, smack her, fuck her, excite her.

But dare not ask.

Because she knew the game was his.