His shoes, whomever they were, weren't as expensive or well kept like her masters. Her first thought? If I were his slave those shoes would be polished to perfection. She heard Ryan's sexy, masculine voice; it was a deep baritone that rolled down Maxine's spine like molasses. It had always been that way, one word and he owned her, body and soul.
“Vixen... I'm going to blindfold you and then you'll be putting on a show. If you do more than admire our guests shoes right now, consider yourself in an enormous amount of trouble.” She was naked, on her knees, with her ankles shackled to the bed. Her arms outstretched in front of her, the tips of her right fingers pressed gently over her left against the floor. Even though the tip of her nose was pressed to the floor giving her the ability to lift her brow, her gaze; she squeezed them shut because as much as she loved his punishment, she was fucking intrigued and replied with a simple yet effective ‘yes, master’.
The soft dark blue, thick silk that was quickly wrapped around her face was impossible to see through as he pulled her by the hand cuffs off the floor. He sat her down and all Max could hear was the sound of clothes being taken off. Then silence. It wasn't the chill of the room that made her breasts perk, she couldn’t possibly be chilled when her body felt on fire. She had always blushed when under the eye of her master but today it was different. The heat crept up her cheeks, down her neck and breasts. It flowed down her core and to the center where the moisture began to pool. This was new, even for him. Max gasped when two thumbs brushed against her budding nipples.
“Ryan?” She breathed, but all she got in return was a ‘shh’ and a finger pressed to her lips. She gave a soft nod and then his mouth was on hers, exploring, soft, sweet and delicate. He was treating her like she was a fragile little flower who's honey would be gently suckled from her very lips. She moaned softly; he hadn't kissed her so tender in years. She felt the cuffs fall from her hands, heard Ryan give the command letting her touch. Max reached for his broad shoulders, smoothed her hands up his neck, curling her fingers in his hair. As always he was well sculpted.
“Master can I take the blindfold off?” Max asked.
“No.” He snapped, and then his mouth began to devour hers but this time it was like she was the strong rose that had to be plucked despite the bite of the thorn. Oh yes, now that was a kiss.
His beard scratched against her neck, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh around her collar, tongue swirled around her naval despite the quiver it caused in her belly. She couldn't anticipate anything he did, it was all different, sporadic, from one extreme to the other. Without warning she was pulled to the edge of her seat, legs spread wide, with a cool breath of air blown against her pussy. She dug her nails into his shoulders, heard him hiss just before he bit her inner thigh. She threw her head back and cried out more in pain than pleasure.
His hands stilled on her knees, and his voice was demanding. “Beg, beg for everything you want or get nothing.” Those were the magic words she was waiting to hear.
“Please don't stop, please!” His grip tightened almost painfully now.
“Beg harder...”
“Lick me, finger me, fuck me! Please!” Blindfold forgotten, she started pulling his face towards her pussy. He gave a soft growl just before his tongue swiped against her folds, plunged deep into her core, gliding over her clit and back again.
“More! More!!” His ever lick, suck, and bite drew a louder gasp, moan and scream from her lips. Her back bowed, shoulders pressed against the back of the chair, ass almost lifting completely off it just to press her pussy harder against his face. It wasn't until the trickle of her cream began to flow into his mouth did he begin using his fingers on her too.
She was literally squirming and begging her hardest for him to stop. By the time she came a second time his voice was strained, “Say it, vixen.” It was taking every ounce of his control not to just fuck her without her begging him.
“Master, please!” She was practically crawling over him now, blindly searching for his cock so she could ride him if he was set on not giving her what she was so adamantly begging for. He stilled her hands but at the same time pulled her down to the floor and pressed her face and breast to the ground. His body hovered over her and his voice was right in her ear as he spoke.
“I said beg, not touch!” There was a hard slap to her ass right before he spread legs wide open. The tip of his uncircumcised cock shoved into her.
“Yes, master!” She cried out and his fingers hooked into her mouth, holding her jaw open as he slammed his cock home inside her dripping wet pussy.
That's when she knew... it wasn't Ryan who was ramming his cock into her like a rabbit now. It was the same length but Ryan was thicker. She was too far gone to her pleasure now to ask questions. Not that she could with his fingers in her mouth. Fingers she was now sucking, licking; fingers that kept her head tilted, back arched, ass up in the air for this mystery man to fuck deeper, harder. Her master must have known she had caught on because Ryans's voice came from across the room though his words weren’t directed at her.
“She's very responsive isn't she?” This time the growl was more of a grunt as the voice behind her answered.
“Yes... and so... easy... to... read...” He said, rotating his hips so that the tip of his cock stroked that magical spot that sent every petal of her flower falling at his very feet.
His hand went from her mouth to her hair and she could only manage one word ‘who?’ But Ryan laughed from across the room, his obvious refusal only made her blush. Max could feel the stir in the air as he moved closer.
“Never mind who, you're not doing your part to put on a show vixen if you’re talking too much.” Her mouth moved towards the sound of his voice as if begging for a kiss. The pad of his thumb brushed against her moist lips as he spoke. “You were always so fucking good at begging me without words... How could I resist one kiss?”
She was pulled up so she wasn't just lying on the floor. Now she was on her hands and knees. There was a dick hammering at her pussy while another invaded her mouth. It wasn’t the type of kiss she had imagined but she couldn't think beyond the pleasure, beyond the confusion. How had she not known this entire time? Fingers dug into skin, pulled her hair, made it virtually impossible for her to move. She had balls slapping against her clit and chin as each fucked her at an equal tempo. The sound of flesh on flesh, of her choking on a cock... it was too much and for the first time in her life, she squirted her orgasm all over the mystery man. He came then too, practically howling his release as he slumped over her. Ryan wasn't too far behind him as he spilled his seed straight down her throat.
Ryan cleaned her up and put her back on the bed, all while blindfolded. He never answered her when she asked who it was and when she finally was given her sight back, all she saw was a pair of shoes left near the door as the man left. She whimpered up at him, asking him ‘why’ with her eyes.
He cupped her face, “You gave him something you've never given me before vixen and for that, your punishment...” her heart skipped a beat “You'll have to wait until next time.” Her eyes went wide before the smile spread across her face. “Until that time, you have a pair of dirty shoes to clean.
Glorious
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