A/N: Back with another chapter! This one's probably a little more graphic than the last chapter. But I definitely think this is my favorite chapter. Review and let me know what you think!
WARNING: Graphic. Don't like, don't read.
If you are underage, and you do not stop reading right now, you are reading this fan fic at your own risk, and I can't be held responsible.
The door opens slowly, and of course she knows it is entering the room, but a small sense of worry—or maybe embarrassment of her current state—crosses her features.
The blindfold over her eyes is clearly not helping her at all. It's only making her more nervous. Her arms are bound to the bedposts as well has her ankles. She struggles a little, and from across the room she can hear the small sound of his breath catching in his throat.
She makes a small noise of impatience, but the gag in her mouth only muffles the sound.
The bed dips slightly beside her left hip, and she whimpers again. Warm, calloused fingers lightly dance across the skin of her flat stomach, and she jerks a little. She wasn't expecting the feather-light touch. His fingers leave a numb trail across her skin.
"Relax," he whispers, his breath tickling her ear. Her muscles loosen slightly. He praises her, "Good girl."
Normally, she'll bite her lip, but the gag doesn't allow it. So instead, she presses her teeth into it and moans at his husky voice.
His fingers dance lower down her body to the lines of her inner thighs, completely avoiding her sex. She cries impatiently and struggles against the bonds to desperately feel his fingers touch her where she wants—no, needs to feel him most.
"Let's play a game, shall we?" he breaths, his tone a little teasing. He watches the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Beautiful.
She remains quiet. Patient, yet not.
He smiles.
"I'll do my best to make you scream as loud as you can, and you will do your best to not make one sound. If you make any noise at all, I'll deny you satisfaction until you can be silent," he explains, knowing quite well that she's going to lose.
She nods.
"That's my girl," he says in a husky whisper. He leans in and begins kissing her neck, "Always up for a challenge." There's a smirk in his tone. She keeps quiet as he continues to kiss up and down her body. He continues to avoid where she desperately needs him.
The wet warmth between her legs grows almost unbearable. She wants to make a sound, but she knows that'd be too easy of her.
He's determined to make her lose.
The dip in the bed rises as he gets up, and for a minute, Stevie thinks he's going to leave the room and make her wait—oh, how she knows she can't.
But the light thuds of his clothes hitting the floor tells her otherwise. She presses her teeth into the gag once more. Oh, god, please! She thinks impatiently.
The bed dips again, but this time it's between her legs. She feels the wet between her legs grow along with the anticipation. Please!
She keeps silent though.
"You're being a good girl, Stevie. Let's see if you can keep it up," he says. She knows he's smirking. She nearly whimpers, but she quickly catches herself.
"Can you?" he asks, knowing she can't answer back. As he says this, he gently grazes the tip of his penis against her aching clit, barely touching her. She makes to cry out, but instead her body jerks against the bonds.
Zander smirks.
"Nice save," he comments quietly.
He continues to stroke himself against her wet sex, and she continues to struggle with keeping quiet. She tries to press her hips forward to get more friction between the two of them. She can feel the ache in her core grow tighter and tighter as she neared her climax.
But she knows he's not going to give her that kind of satisfaction anytime soon. But she realizes she's wrong. He strokes his shaft against her clit until she feels herself falling over that peak, but he stops so suddenly, and it's like she's pulled back.
She cries out, frustrated. So close! she thinks miserably. As the fuzziness in her brain clears, she realizes what she's done. Now she knows she's going to be stuck on that peak longer than she would've liked.
"Was that a sound, my darling?" he asks.
She doesn't answer. He already knows.
He doesn't do anything to relieve the aching in her core. She wants to cry—and she's sure her eyes are sparkling with tears—as the pleasure slowly begins to slip away from her.
Torture, she thinks as hot, frustrated tears prickle in the corners of her eyes.
His hands are on her eyes suddenly, pulling the blindfold off. Her eyes adjust to the dark room around her quickly.
Then his fingers trail down her breasts—she shivers—to her sex, and gently starts to rub circles around her clit. The pleasure builds up once more and she squirms against his fingers to find a good rhythm. When she finds it, she keeps with it.
"Does that feel good?" he asks her, gently kissing her lips. His fingers continue to work at her clit, and Stevie keeps quiet. She keeps her hips in a steady rhythm with his fingers and kisses him back.
"Does it?" he demands.
And this time she can't help but moan as he adds pressure. Then suddenly he stops and pulls away, but she jerks her hips refusing to lose that beautiful pleasure again. But he pulls away completely, and it's gone again.
This time, she doesn't care. She whimpers in protest.
"You made a sound, baby," he laughs quietly. She looks at him, begging with her hazel eyes, but he ignores her and gently begins to stroke himself. Honestly, she finds herself unable to blink or look away at all.
He's beautiful.
He makes small moans as he continues to stroke himself. "Oh, love," he says quietly. She bites down on the gag again as she watches. He's absolutely lost in his own pleasure. She almost feels jealous.
He cums after a few moments, and his warm seed coats the soft, smooth skin of her stomach.
"Do you want to cum, my angel?" he whispers, kissing her gently. He kisses down her body and then trails his tongue over her clit. She moans and presses her hips closer, and thankfully this time, he keeps going. God, it feel so good! she mentally cries.
Zander takes this as a yes and he licks her clit once more. He adjusts himself a little and then deeply thrusts into her tight, wet sex. They both moan loudly at the feeling, and Zander begins to thrust into her, over and over. They quickly find a steady pace they both enjoy, and the feeling is amazing.
Stevie struggles against the bonds that are restricting her desperate movements, moaning and crying out like she never has before.
She reaches her climax first, screaming against the gag as the agonizing pleasure in her core breaks free. The sensation spreads tingles throughout her body, warming her all over. The feeling in the pit of her stomach is finally relieved.
After three, quick thrusts, Zander loses himself, deep inside her. He groans loudly at his own release.
He pulls out of her, undoes her bonds and then collapses beside her. As they get their breathing under control, Zander pulls Stevie close to him, and the pair of them fall asleep.
But the last thought on Zander's mind is, I won.
A/N: So… review? c: