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Sorry for not updating, I've been working like hell
"How sweet life would be
If I could be free
From the sinner in me" The Sinner in Me by Depeche Mode
He touched the lacy ends of my bra, silently. He never said a single word while he was doing this. I could only feel his ragged breathing on my skin, whilst I was fighting for something that couldn't be expressed on words and with a single motion, he unclasped it and removed it from my body. Feeling exposed and blind is something I never did before. The I felt him slowly caressing my stomach and my hips until he reached my panties, which he just removed from me with some sort of knife. After all this happened, I was so wet and aroused I couldn't think clearly, just the feeling of his hands travelling all over me, making me feel so many things, without a single word, was pretty amazing.
I heard him opening and closing the door and I just stood there, shivering. He said "stay here" and so I did. Master asks and you obey. Clear as water. Zach and I experimented it one time but he was so bad giving me orders and I was equally bad following them that we just decided to leave the subject and move on. After all this time and being with Daryl, I still was thinking about Zach in that precise moment.
Five minutes passed and the rush of air with pine and smoke made me shudder: -Ok, kitten. 'm gonna tie ya not too tight t'da bed. If ya don' like't, we stop. Got it?
I nodded and he took me by the hands, tied them swiftly and guided me to the bed, until I could recline on it, all stretched because of the toolbar he attached to my ankles. He tied the string that held my hands to the upper bedpost, leaving me at his mercy: -Yer drippin' wet, kitten- he run a finger on my upper inner thigh: -N' ye taste real good.
His voice, his frigging hot, rough, southern voice. I was all sensations and need.
But my head still screamed this wasn't right. I couldn't put my finger on why, but I suspected it was all about the "sin" concept, something ridiculous because what I had wasn't precisely a summer camp with my previous boyfriends.
Back into the sin itself, he interrupted my thoughts to say the following: -'m gonna tease ya w'ma flogger 10 times. Not too rude, 'cause it's yer first time in all this. I want ya t'be still and I wanna hear ye scream fer me, kitten. Got it?.
I nodded again. The first blow was between my legs, and I screamed. When the following came, all over my back, my rear and finally my wet folds, I was giving a concerto of moans, screams of pleasure and muttered curses. After the blows, he kissed each and every one of the places he stroke and finally my mouth, possessively, greedy, heavenly while he was arousing me with his fingers on my clit, until I was of the brink of the orgasm, when he removed them and made me lick them.
He just waited until I finished to lick his fingers and proceeded to positionate himself behind me to put on a condom, and then his glorious, hard, hot length was inside of me, kissing my neck and back, never my mouth. His thrusts were pretty precise, making me orgasm and scream loud enough to wake his neighbors, if he had them.
I support safe sex too ;) Any thoughts on my lemons, drop a line, please.
