Page 36 of His Dark Vices

I do as I'm told, aiming my knees for the blanket stretched out beneath our chairs. A thrill runs through me as he takes out a narrow strip of fabric. He came prepared. He wanted something like this to happen.

I push down my excitement and inch toward him on my knees as he stretches out his hands. He ties the fabric around my eyes, blindfolding me, then pulls away. All I can hear are thecrashing waves behind me and his gentle rustling. Then I feel him come near again, and my body tingles at the warmth of him.

Next, he pulls my hands behind my back and secures them there with what feels like rough rope. It bites into my skin, and I find myself testing the knot when he's finished, liking the way it resists me. I'm not getting out of this unless he unties me.

I'm at his mercy again.

I lick my lips, waiting for him to continue, to touch me. I don't know where it will come from, but the anticipation is making me feel like a live wire. And as much as I want his hands all over me, a desperate need is clawing up my chest, making me almost giddy with the desire to taste him.

I want it all, right now.

Sam's palm caresses my cheek, and I nuzzle into him at once.

"My eager bunny," Sam whispers, and I nod, feeling myself slip into that submissive state I found myself in at the club. "How do you plan to show me how grateful you are?"

I shift in place, groping around for the answer. Sam knows what I want to do, but he wants to make me say it. I bite my lip instead, my hands twisting behind my back against the rope.

Slap.

Sam's palm connects sharply with my cheek, making me gasp as my head turns to the side. The slight sting is all I can focus on for a few seconds—it took me completely off guard. My vulnerability comes sharply into view along with the knowledge that he can strike me anywhere, anytime.

I lick my lips.

This is what I wanted, that feeling of everything else fading away except this moment with him. Only pleasing him matters, and the pain, the sting, it only roots me here firmly to the present.

"Well?" Sam asks.

"I want to taste you." My voice comes out husky as I turn back toward where I think his face is.

"Taste me? Like my thumb?" he replies innocently, and I feel it touch my lips once more. I part and lick leisurely. I hear him take in a breath through his mouth.

He likes what he sees. That makes me bold.

"I want to taste your dick," I say between licks. "I want to explore you with my tongue, lick you all over."

"You look satisfied with just my thumb, though." His voice sounds somehow far away, and I wonder just how hard he's getting.

"Can't I have your dick?" I plead.

"What's stopping you?"

That's all I need to hear.

I shift back on my knees, then dip my body forward, landing heavily in his lap. I didn't know it'd be this difficult with my hands behind my back, but it feels like I'm right where I need to be. Sam's hands are busy in front of my face, no doubt releasing his dick from his shorts, and after a few moments, I feel his thick shaft rest against my head.

I tilt my head up, my lips seeking out his shaft. I know how I must look, with my mouth open, searching blindly for him, but I don't care. It feels like the ache between my legs, the ache in my chest won't be satisfied until I get my mouth on him. And it takes some effort. I use my face to nudge him into the right spot, his scent filling my nose, then start licking at his thickness.

"Mmm," I moan, my mouth watering as my lips wrap around him. I make my way to his tip, chasing after him with my tongue when his heavy dick sways away from me, then start suckling his firm tip.

"Ohh Bree," Sam sighs out.

I moan softly against him, swirling my tongue around him as I take him further into my mouth. He's deliciously hard, and theache in my pussy only grows stronger. I love the taste of him, the feel of him, velvety along my tongue. The moans come freely as I start to squeeze my thighs together, stimulating my clit.

"You can't hold back, can you?" Sam whispers, now starting to thrust up. He wants to get deeper inside. I oblige him, relaxing my throat as I start to bob in time with his thrusts. "Fuck," he swears.

Then I feel his hands balling up my hair. He steadies my head and starts to fuck my mouth. Spit bubbles up around the corners of my mouth, and as my breathing quickens along with his, I can only think one thing:

Use me, Sam.

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