Playing Games with Gojo Satoru

Part II

"Stay there," orders Gojo.

He leaves you standing in the center of the room as he makes his way to the entry door.

Lights out.

The room is now shrouded in darkness, with the faintest slivers of moonlight streaming through the cracks in the shades. You can scarcely make out Gojo's silhouette at this distance. Yet he closes it swiftly, and he's before you again in an instant.

"Now, I don't mind an audience, but as for you…" he smirks. "I'd assume you wouldn't want anyone to witness this…right?"

You hardly possess the breath to respond, but he doesn't seem to expect an answer. He presses his palm flat against your chest forcing you back, just a bit. You are pressed against a pillar, its cool, smooth surface on your back. Gojo reaches into his pocket and removes a piece of white fabric.

"Do you recognize this?" he asks.

"Yes," you whisper.

It's the blindfold you'd been hoping for.

"I haven't had a use for this one in awhile," he muses. "It will do nicely."

He moves behind the pillar. "Hands."

Your reach behind you awkwardly. He grabs your wrists and ties them together tightly with the blindfold. When he returns in front of you, he's holding another piece of fabric, black this time.

"Now this one is special," he says.

Gojo teasingly twirls the fabric through his long fingers, spinning it around and around. He brushes it against your lips, sighing softly.

"As much as I would love to gag you, the punishment wouldn't quite fit the crime now, would it?"

He steps back a moment, not taking his eyes off of you as he wraps the blindfold around one hand, and with the other he undoes the button of his pants. He raises an eyebrow as though he can hear the thoughts of longing passing through your mind.

"Hmm? Hoping for a show, I suppose…"

He lets his pants hang loosely on his hips, and approaches you slowly, untwirling the blindfold from his hand. He pauses, his face barely an inch from yours, pulling you into his magnetic eyes. He ties the blindfold loosely around your neck, he moves it up slowly, towards your chin. As the fabric reaches your bottom lip, he locks you into his electric gaze. His thumb grazes your lips, and he leans forward. He seems to breathe in to you as he speaks.

"Be good for me, now," he whispers.

Gojo slips the blindfold over your eyes, and his figure disappears into the deep, black void. You feel a light, fluttering sensation as he traces over the lace of your brasserie, and he presses against you as he moves his hand to your back. He kisses you suddenly, at the same time unhooking the strap holding your top in place. He brushes the thin straps holding the garment from your shoulders, before pushing you firmly against the pillar, nipping your lip as he slides a hand in your hair. His muscled chest is pressed against you, you're both bare from the top up.

He has you pinned. You can feel every inch of his strong, slender body. Removing his hands from your hair, he drags a nail down the side of your face, down the center of your chest, down further, and further…

His hand slips beneath your panties, his long, slender finger glides between your thighs. You feel a tiny jolt of electricity as he brushes past your clit. He feels your body tense, and tightens his hold on you. With his opposite hand, he pulls your head back by your hair, no longer kissing you, and you feel his lips brush down the side of your face. You gasp as you feel his finger slip inside of you. He lets out a quiet moan.

"Sorry," he breathes. "You weren't supposed to get that from me yet, but you feel so good - I can only imagine how you'll feel when I'm ready for you…"

Warmth blossoms from his hand, his finger performing long, slow strokes inside you, sending waves of pleasure through your body. He strokes slightly faster, with a bit more pressure as his pace quickens. The feeling inside you begins to intensify, your legs are starting to shake. His breath quickens just as rapidly. He kisses you hard, going just a bit deeper. You can't help the moans of pleasure that escape your lips. The tip of his finger leaves a tingling warmth, growing more intense with each stroke. You're on the edge of ecstasy, your lack of sight multiplying every sensation tenfold. Once you feel like you can't hold on a moment longer, Gojo's movement slows.

He draws a long breath as he removes his finger gently. His heart is pounding against your chest, you can tell he almost lost control. He slides his finger back over your clit, nearly sending you into a dizzying spiral.

"You're so wet," he murmurs. "But, I can't let you finish yet."

He places his hands on your hips. Using his thumbs, he slides your panties down, and they fall at your feet.

"On your knees for me."

You obey, sliding down the pillar and onto your knees.

"I'll let you have me for just a moment," he says. "Open."

You part your lips, and his strong hand grips the back of your neck. You feel the tip of his cock, hard and thick, against them, parting them further as he enters your mouth. Your tongue swirls around his smooth, warm skin. He moans softly as he smoothly moves in, and out. He lightens his grip slightly, allowing you to tease the tip with your lips, before pulling away.

"Good girl," he whispers. "Stand back up for me, let's get you back to where you were…"

As you stand, Gojo places his hands back on your hips. His lips begin at your neck, pausing occasionally. He kisses down your neck to your chest, and slides lower and lower down your stomach. He slides his finger down between your thighs again, this time bringing his lips with him. As his finger enters you again, his tongue strokes your clit. You can feel yourself getting wetter, pulsing against his touch. His tongue swirls in a gentle circle on your clit as his long, slender finger continues to stroke back and forth. The warm sensation is almost hot, the incredible electric feeling is shooting up your body. You are so, so close to coming for him…

Once again, he senses how close you are, and slows his movements. The powerful sensation slowly fades from your body, but your longing intensifies; you want him now more than ever. He stands, and placing his hands on your waist, he lifts you up, your back against the pillar again. You wrap your legs around his waist, feeling his hard cock between your legs, not yet inside you.

"I think you're about ready for me," he whispers.

He begins to kiss you, starting slow, then pulling you deeper into him. The tip of his member is teasing you, sending electric jolts up your body as it glides against you. He lifts your hips, ready, at last. As he begins to press in to you, a sound from outside the room makes you both freeze.

Footsteps.

You're not alone with Gojo Satoru any longer.