by Lolah Lace
“Really, in four inch heels, blind and without the use of your hands.”
“I can do it.”
“Don’t be stubborn. It’s the least I could do.”
I felt brisk movement as he walked with me. The ride over his shoulder was smooth and not bumpy. “I’m not in love with you yet.”
He snickered. “I’m going up now. Be very still.”
CHAPTER 10
Mr. T stepped on the first step and my hair bounced all over my face. I was going to look a mess by the time we got to the top. He moved and with grace and little effort. He was strong. I didn’t feel any padding on him. He was lean. He smelled so good.
The steps were finally over and we were on the second floor. We went left and to the room that was locked. I could hear him putting a key in the door. I heard the door open. He was walking and I believed I was inside the room but I couldn’t be sure of much. I was visionless.
“We’re in the master bedroom. I’m going to sit you down on the bed.”
He gently placed me on the bed. “Did you stop talking to me?”
“No, I just don’t have anything to say.”
I flinched when I felt his hands smooth my wild hair been. “You are jittery. I need to get you a drink.”
I sat as still as I could and listened to him move around. I could hear him pop the cork on the wine bottle. I heard him pouring wine. In seconds I felt him standing before me.
“Kelby, I have a drink for you. I’m not going to remove your blindfold and I’m not going to untie your hands. So you have to drink it through a straw.”
“Classy.”
“Do you want the drink or not?” He must be fed up with me.
“I want the drink.
“Open your mouth.”
I did as instructed and I felt the straw touch my bottom lip. I sipped and sipped. I took it up that straw like my life depended on it.
“Chill.” He pulled the straw out of my mouth. He said chill.
“Sorry. I need the wine.”
“Are you that stressed?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
I tilted my head up to where his voice was coming from. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Do you want to be wasted when it happens?”
“Do you want me to be wasted?”
“No, I just want you to be comfortable.” He really seemed sincere. He was confusing me with his flip-floppy ass attitude.
“My wrists hurt. I’m not comfortable.”
“I didn’t tie your wrists tight. Come on, don’t be a crybaby.”
“I’m not a crybaby. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. You paid for sex so just do it.”
He grabbed my face and his fingers smashed into my jaws. “Don’t ever bring the money up. It’s rude.”
I tried to speak but he was holding the lower part of my entire face. He had brought it up first. Without warning, he pushed my face so hard I fell back on the bed. He was on top of me. Both of his legs had boxed me in. His body was pressed on top of mine.
I fucked up. “I’m sorry Mr. T.”
“Now you’re sorry.” I could really smell his cologne. It mixed well with the whiff of white wine on his breath.
His mouth was on mine before I could give him another half-hearted apology. It was easy to submit to his kisses although I didn’t want to. I hadn’t had enough wine to comply but he was really good with his tongue. He pulled back to lick my bottom lip before he dove back inside my mouth and kissed me like I had never been kissed. His kisses were dabomb.com.
Mr. T was more experienced than me. He knew what he was doing. I could comply with this if he wasn’t so mean. He had pushed me twice. He straight shoved my ass like we were on the playground fighting for the swing. He had scared me just as many times. My core heated from just his kiss. His hands hadn’t done a thing. My back arched and dumped his chest. I wanted to be still but my body wouldn’t allow it. I pressed my knees together and that was a bad idea. I felt my arousal. I felt the pressure in my stomach. I felt my nipples stiffen under the fancy dress.
He disengaged. He was off of me. I was confused, frustrated and moist. I didn’t know if I wanted him on me or off me. I believe I wanted to get it over with. He flipped my body over faster than my mind caught up to his actions. I was face down with my legs off the bed. Before I could understand the awkward position he lifted me a few inches off the bed and tossed me forward until my entire body was on the bed.
It felt strange to be face down with my hands tied behind my back. I turned my head to the side with one ear flat on the bed. Mr. T ran his hands up and down my legs. His hands weren’t rough but they weren’t smooth. They landed on my shoes. He loosened the straps and pulled the heels off one at a time.
“You don’t like me very much do you?”
“I don’t know you very much.” Everything that came out my mouth sounded like I was mocking him. But I wasn’t trying to cause any trouble.
He was moving around on the bed behind me. Maybe it was a good thing I couldn’t see what he was doing. I was frightened enough. I felt stupid for being afraid. What was I afraid of, sex? He was an ass. Sure he was a good kisser but he was probably so ugly he had to be a good kisser. He had to be good at something to make up for his 3-inch dick.
His hands were back on me. He was kneading my calves and slowly working his way up my thighs. He lifted the dress to my waist. Cool air blew over my ass. His hands carefully rubbed my ass cheeks in circles. He took his time and that’s what made everything inside me warm and wet.
“Your ass is so sexy. He pushed my butt cheeks together and pulled them apart. He rocked them in wide sensuous motions. My lace panties drifted into my crack.
I lifted my head when I felt his fingertips tug at the top hem of my panties. He pulled them down and over my ass. I squeezed my eyes tight under the blindfold.
Fuck! It’s happening now. I thought I wanted to get it over with but I really wasn’t ready. I needed more wine. I needed more time. I needed to not like what was happening to my body.
The lace scraped over my bare skin. He had my undies at my knees and I clamped my knees together to halt what was going on.
“What are you doing?”
“Just wait, please.”
“What am I waiting for?” His tone was so impolite.
“I— ah—”
“What?” He barked.
“I— I—” My body shivered and he removed his hands from my panties.
I took a deep breath. I exhaled when his palms smacked my ass hard. He popped me in both my cheeks at the same time. I yelped in pain. His hands were big enough to cover my ass. He stroked my ass cheeks in wide circles clapping them together and from nowhere his face was mashed into the crack of my ass.
This is it. I gasped when I felt his face pressed into my bottom. I gasped again when his tongue licked the gap in my crack. My ass opened because he forced it so. My knees pressed into the mattress as he pushed me forward with the force of his face. His tongue pushed into my asshole and I balled my bound hands into angry fists.
He was eating my ass. Licking and flicking his tongue inside me without any hesitation or reservation.
“Oh God,” I said it out loud. I was sure he heard me. My pussy was leaking and throbbing. Mr. T was making it impossible for me to tune him out. All I could think about was him.
He drew back. I felt my ass move to find his face. I couldn’t find his lips, tongue or face— the things I missed most in the moment. His hands were back on the panties he had abandoned at my knees. He yanked them down my legs and pulled me by my thighs and onto my knees. My pussy opened up as he pushed my legs apart. My juice seeped out of me. I felt it happening and I was more than okay with it. He made me ravenous. I had given in to the fact that I was going to let him just fuck me. I had recognized that I wanted him to fuck me. I had already cherished the memory of what was to come. Hopefully me.
I was dizzy with emotion and brain-dead. I didn’
t hear much over the calm kisses.
“I didn’t want to fuck you so early.”
How could he say that with my ass heist up in the air? Wanton. Drippy. Craving.
He rubbed my ass with gentle erotic waves.
“You are such a pretty girl.”
My stomach did somersaults. He was behind me, massaging me. I felt it in my spirit. His dick. It bumped my ass. He rocked it into my bare skin. Instead of scooting away from it I rolled back toward it.
I felt the tip of him glide across my drenched pussy lips as he worked to get inside me. His dick peeked inside me as I tried to open to accommodate him. I bit my lip to help ease the intrusion. He was inside me but he was still. Chill. Motionless. Exposed.
“You’re so tight. Open up, pretty girl. Let me inside you.”
I didn’t know what that meant. He was inside me. He pushed himself further and I knew what he meant. There was more. I spread. There was even more. I wasn’t wet enough or maybe he was bigger than I imagined or considered.
“Breathe pretty girl. Stop holding your breath.”
I opened my mouth and my walls clenched.
“I have to put it all the way in.” What the fuck? He still isn’t all the way in? “Relax, pretty girl.”
I sighed and swallowed hard. His fingers gripped my ass and he fell inside me so deeply I yelled out with desire. “Ahhh!”
“Yes.” He was deep inside me now. Fucking me slow and controlled.
I couldn’t contain the moaning I was doing. He was hitting all the spots I didn’t know existed and some he probably discovered. I bit into the plush bedspread that I couldn’t see. I tried to muffle my moans. I wasn’t ready for this intensity. I didn’t know what to do. He stirred his dick inside me and I knew enough and felt enough to know he had some size on him. I was full of him. There was no way he would slip out. He was deeply submerged in my pussy.
All my fear had turned into excitement. They both seemed like similar emotions now that he was fucking me and I was thoroughly enjoying it. There’s that word— enjoy.
Mr. T slipped one hand beneath me. His forearm was pressed into my stomach as he lifted me higher off the bed. He was holding me like he had a football tucked underneath him. His pace quickened as he thrust inside me from different angles. He jammed in me and my breasts bounced out of the top of my dress.
My hair fell all over the bed. He held me tight as my orgasm spilled out and coated his thick and magical dick. He didn’t seem to care that I had come. He didn’t let up his relentless pace. He didn’t moan or grunt. He just let out an occasional ‘fuck’ when it felt real good to him. He worked this position in every way possible. In ways, I had never experienced. He was getting rougher. His hands had a firm grip on my shoulders. He was holding me tight enough to leave marks. I didn’t care. My moans had turned into screams.
I was building to another orgasm that would rival the first. And it all changed when I felt his hand around my neck. He had me by the throat. I tried to move forward in bed and away from his stern unwavering grip. I tried to shake my shoulders but it was hard to concentrate with the stabs of his manhood. I was scared to death, soaking wet and on the verge of another orgasm. My mind wasn’t sharp enough to know which one was of the most importance.
I kept chanting ‘there’s no way he’s going to kill me’ in between the involuntary moans and lightheadedness. My insides contracted and gripped his dick as I tried to get oxygen into my lungs or to my brain. I didn’t know how it worked.
I struggled for air as he choked me with one hand. It crept up on me and punched me in the gut. I came mercilessly. He came expletively. He released my neck and I released a tear. I felt him squirt inside me. Warm. Wet. Complete.
He wasn’t wearing a condom. I had thought that maybe he was inside me raw but it seemed too stupid to be true. I knew condom sex didn’t feel that good but I doubted myself. I couldn’t fucking see anything and I couldn’t use my hands.
What was happening? Why was I crying? I was. I wanted him out of me but I was too busy sucking up the air he deprived me of. Sadistic bastard.
Was it the orgasm? Was it fear? I didn’t fucking know but my body continued to quake in a way I had never experienced before. I was drenched in my sweat and exhausted. I could only muster up a few syllables so I had to make them count.
“You— fucking— asshole.” I choked the words out of me like vomit.
My eyes were heavy. My body was heavy with the weight of his body pressed on me. I closed my eyes while he brushed my hair from my face. I could get more air now. My body trembled as he slowly crept out of me.
I burst into tears. The gut-wrenching kind of tears reserved for near death experiences.
“Are you serious?” Insensitive jerk. I couldn’t answer him with tears in my eyes. I had wet the blindfold with all my sobbing.
He had backed off my body. I felt his fingers as they untied my wrists. He placed my hands at my sides. I was freed but too weak to do anything about it. My body was dead weight. He pulled me on my side and pulled my arms out in front of my body but I couldn’t move them.
I wanted to reach for my blindfold but my arms were too tired to move. I literally tried to will movement to any and all my limbs but nothing would happen. Mr. Asshole massaged my wrists as I fought to keep my eyes open but I lost the fight. I was beat and it wasn’t by the gods.
CHAPTER 11
My empty stomach woke me up. I tummy rumbled and I remembered where I was. I was still wearing that stupid blindfold. I thought my hands were free but they were tied behind me. I was sure I had the freedom to move my hands and arms while I was sleeping. Maybe I was dreaming.
He had his arms draped over mine. He was lying behind me, spooning. His body was pressed into mine. He was holding onto me like I would escape. I can’t lie. I thought about it and realized I was too exhausted to make any moves.
Some extremely pleasurable things happened yesterday. I wasn’t sure if it was the next day. I didn’t have any way of knowing the time.
“Kelby.” He muttered my name but I refused to answer him. “Kelby, I know you’re awake. You’re breathing differently.”
So what now? He’s the breathing police? Right. When he almost stopped me from breathing.
“Kelby.”
“What?” I snapped. Was he really going to keep saying my name?
“Are you okay?”
“I need to pee.”
I felt movement. He climbed over me. I think. He helped me get out of bed. He held my upper arms and led me across the room. The flooring in the adjacent bathroom was different. That’s how I knew I was in another room. This was the bedroom door that was locked so I wasn’t familiar with the floor plan.
He was standing in front of me. “Lower yourself. The toilet is right behind you. I’m not going to let you fall.” But you might push me.
I squatted until my naked ass was firmly planted on the cold toilet seat. It was stupid to say I had to pee. I should’ve said I had to do number two. He would have to release my hands for that.
I felt his presence hovering in front of me. My blindfold had moved up and I could see a little bit of light coming from the bottom of the fabric. “Are you going to stand around and watch me?”
“Yes— I am— pee.”
I never peed in front of a man but somehow I didn’t give a shit how he felt about me. I didn’t give a shit how I looked to him. Fuck you, Mr. T!
When I was done I just sat there. “Are you wiping my ass too?”
“That’s not a problem.” He grabbed me by my shoulders and pulled me to standing. He reached around me and wiped my ass with toilet paper.
This was the weirdest shit ever. I just stood there and let him do it. He was quick. The sound of the toilet flushing startled me. Everything startled me without my sight.
He pulled me toward the left. I believed I was still inside the bathroom because of how my bare feet felt on the floor.
“Are you still mad at me?”
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nbsp; Yes, of course. You choked me and you just humiliated me. “No.” I could feel him standing right in front of me.
“Really? Tell me the truth.” His hands were on both of my forearms now.
I’m not stupid. I was going to lie. “I’m not mad. I feel dirty. I want to take a bath. I want to brush my teeth.”
“I’m going to let you take a bath and brush your teeth. I just want to make you dirty one more time. I want to be inside you one more time before we get you cleaned up. But I don’t want you to be mad.”
“I’m not mad.”
“You’re not a good liar.”
“It doesn’t matter what I say. You’re going to do whatever you want to do.”
“That’s mean.”
I snickered. “I’m being mean?” Let me choke you— asshole. Let me make you cry.
“Pretty girl, I would never hurt you.” His hand was on my cheek. His fingers grazed my chin. His knuckles grazed my neck and trailed down the center of my chest. He moved them slowly over my nipples. The sensation of his knuckles over my hardened buds sent a surge exactly where I didn’t want it to go.
I wasn’t in the same league as this guy. He knew how to do this. He knew how to fuck. He knew how to tease women and make them want him. I remembered how Joel told me to enjoy myself. Not having control over my body wasn’t enjoyable. It was torture. I felt helpless. I couldn’t even stay mad at a man that did all these cruel things to me.
“Kelby.”
“Yes.” I quivered when he softly pinched my nipple.
“I’m sorry I upset you. Please accept my apology.”
“Okay.”
“You had the bad me and the good me.”
“I like the good you better.”
“I think you like them both.”
I would never admit he was right. “I— I— prefer when you’re nice to me.”
“I’m not going to hurt you. Fine. I’m not going to fuck you hard.”
“Thank you. I appreciate that.”
“You have a very smart mouth.” He replaced his knuckles and traced his fingertips over my nipples. I was turned on by his touch. I hadn’t seen his face but I felt the muscular bumps of his body against my body. “I want to untie your wrists but I’m afraid you will try to remove your blindfold.”