Friday Fiction

She tried to relax as he pulled the final rope tight, tried not to think about how terribly helpless she now felt.

He stood back and admired his handiwork.  His sweet sub lay blindfolded on the bed, her arms above her head, hands cuffed to one of the iron bars that made up their headboard.  Her legs were pulled up and spread wide, feet almost back above her shoulders, her naked pussy open and exposed.  He reached down, stroked one finger up her already moist slit, causing her to moan softly.

"You look beautiful, my little one," he whispered, bending to place a gentle kiss on her clit.  He straightened and laid a stinging slap where his lips had just been, rewarded by her surprised squeal.

He turned away, then paused.  "Almost forgot."  She felt him place something on the bed between her legs, then there was the sound of the door shutting, and all was silent.

Wait a minute, did he leave?

She listened intently for some sound, but the room felt empty, Dom-less.

"Sir?" she whispered.  Nothing.  She took a few deep breaths, wondering what he was doing, knowing that he'd never put her in any kind of danger.  The seconds ticked by, turning into long minutes...

The sound of the door being pushed open was so faint, she thought she may have imagined it, but a moment later, a soft laugh made her jerk in surprise.

" 'Eat Me' hm?" an amused voice came from the end of the bed.  Paper rustled as he removed the sign from in front of her pussy.  "I can do that."

Who...?  her thoughts were interrupted as she felt weight press the bed down, and then his warm breath was on the bare, sensitive skin between her legs, giving her goosebumps. His tongue slipped slowly between her cunt lips, curling into her, then immediately back out, as though she were being taste-tested.  The thought made her shiver, and her pussy contracted involuntarily, raising another low chuckle from her unknown visitor.

"Yummy," he whispered, his lips grazing her.  Then his mouth came down on her with authority, clearly savoring this unexpected entree.

She couldn't see, couldn't move; she could only breathe and moan and feel.  'Helpless' suddenly took on a whole new meaning as the man between her legs masterfully controlled her arousal with his lips, tongue, teeth... 

Her first climax left her breathless and too-sensitive, but she couldn't push him away.

No no no, too much... she wasn't even sure she'd said it out loud

He didn't pause to let her recover.  Instead, he turned his head slightly sideways and began kissing, sliding his tongue between her lips and into her still-clenching pussy like he was making out with her.  The sudden gentleness felt amazing, and she relaxed under him, feeling her arousal spiral back upwards again.  She laid her head back and completely gave in.

The bed was damp and her cunt was throbbing and dripping before her nameless visitor finally had his fill.  He shifted over her and she had a moment to smell her own scent before his lips pressed against her own, his tongue pushing into her mouth as he forced her to taste what he'd so recently been enjoying.

He kissed her passionately for a few moments before pushing away.  She whimpered into the darkness, missing his company.

The next sound in the room was her sharp cry of pain as leather made loud contact with her exposed backside.  The blow was followed by another and another, laying fiery trails across her ass and the backs of her thighs.  She'd never been spanked in this position before; she couldn't even close her legs, and more than one time, her swollen pussy lips felt the sting of the strap as well.  Tears began to leak from the corners of her eyes, even as she felt her cunt begin to drool again.

"Look at my little slut, getting turned on even after she's already come so many times."  Her Dom's voice surprised her.

He'd been the one whipping her?  How long had he been in the room?  Was he watching as she so wantonly enjoyed the pleasure another man gave?

She felt the ropes holding her ankles up go slack, sighed as her legs were let down onto the bed.  Then he was turning her over, arms still held captive by the handcuffs.

Master's hand wrapped tightly in her hair, his breath hot in her ear. "On your knees, ass up.  Beg your new friend to fuck you."

Even as she opened her mouth to obey, she felt hands spreading her from behind.  That expert tongue carressed her again, starting at her pussy and going all the way up her slit until it delved into the damp hollow of her asshole.  She moaned deeply, eliciting a chuckle from her Sir.

"Good girl," he murmured, and then he was gone.

Saliva dripped down to lubricate, and then a finger was pushing into her, claiming her ass.  She relaxed, opened, offering herself.

Please please fuck me...

Large hands gripped her hips, pulling her back, sliding her onto a thick cock.  His low groan made her shiver and press backwards. He began slowly, then became rough, fucking her hard, dominating her as skillfully as her Master did.

She wondered if she'd know him when the blindfold came off. 

She wondered if her Master was still watching...