Sensation

Fallen [Part 3]

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Fallen [Part 3]

"B-BDSM?" I could barely sputter out the four retched letters before I was propelled towards the king-sized bed, and collided with it face first. Scrambling for clear vision, I rolled onto my back and sat up just in time to witness his approach to the foot of the bed.
BDSM?? I hadn't known much of it, only a few mentions here and there, but the concept in its entirety was something I was aware of. When I first heard of the relationship between a Master and his Submissive, ashamed, I admit it had hooked my interest. Being somewhat sensitive, the trust exchange factor really reeled me in; honestly, the bondage did, too - all apart of the trust. However, I never knew enough of the lifestyle to really delve into it. Back then, I tagged it as just a new interest, but  now, with this strikingly gorgeous male upholding this animalistic look in his eye, I restated this interest as a need for experience.

"Correct, BDSM. Know anything of it?" He questioned as he shrugged out of his black leather jacket after rolling the sleeves down. As a result, I was grazed with the full sight of his beautifully constructed arms, tan and promising protection. Before, I could only lap up the sight of his forearms - which had already been amazing - but now I could witness the fully revealed display. Noticing my unconcealed stare, he cocked a dark, thick eyebrow in amused curiosity, to my stare and resulting blush combined.

"J-Just a bit.." I told him honsestly. Gnawing at my lower lip, I was nervous of what was to come. Questions were cartwheeling through my head, increasing in the intensity of unlikeliness. Why did he remove his jacket? What's his next move? He hasn't mentioned anything else of my invasion of his privacy, what was he thinking to do with me? He seemed to take notice my internal scuttle, and I could've sworn I saw his eyes soften. Judging by his balance between caring and threatening, I'd say it was the Dominant in him.

"Surely, you know enough to know that I am a Dominant," he licked his lips as the 'soft look' dissipated as quickly as it had come, and the glimmer that translated his need to devour me reappeared. He eyed my vulnerable, nude body showcased for his hazel eyes to commit to memory. "And this particular Dominant is lacking a submissive." My eyes grew to be as wide as quarters at the recognition of what he was blatantly suggesting. I blushed profusely. 

"O-Oh, I'm flattered, b-but I'm not--" He abruptly cut off any further comment I had to make, as soft, moist lips dominated my own. My first kiss... I had never known kissing could feel this good. I refrained from anything of the like in Heaven seeing as it was categorized to have too much of a similarity to lust. He took my unresponsiveness as permission to continue. His tongue warmed my lower lip as it slithered along the pink, fleshy skin, before he sucked it into his mouth completely. It was so...stimulating. My whole lower lip was encased in warmth, and tingling as he lightly nibbled it with his perfect teeth. It was a spark of pleasure as it slipped down to a lower, more vulgar area of my body.

I couldn't swallow the mewl that escaped my throat, especially so when he released completely only to plunge his tongue into my mouth. It was scorching hot and erupted another of my muffled moans as he sucked on the tip of my tongue. God, it was so disgusting when you think about it, but so deliciously good. His flavor of spear mint and cinnamon drove my taste buds wild, and my mind into a foggy daze. I only halted further tongue and lip action when he climbed on top of me. Pushing at his bare chest, I blushed when he groaned as my thumb brushed his nipple.

"W-Wait! I-I--! Mmph--!" He entrapped my lips once again, taking hold of the back of my neck securely. This time, his tongue explored the roof of my mouth, making me shudder. I shied away from his paralyzing kiss once again, my blush burning hotter than ever.

"I don't even know your name!"

"Luekas. We're done speaking." In a way, his control over me both frustrated me and aroused me to the fullest. There was a substantial amount of confusion, but the lust and "wild side" of myself, wanted nothing more than to turn around, and give myself to him willingly, my behind in the air. This time around, he attached his lips to my sensitive neck and suckled. He roughly bit at my jugular, leaving purple bite marks, I'm sure. Yet another moan escaped past my parted lips, as I felt my member pulse and express its approval with a bit of precum escaping from my engorged tip. He forced his clad (sadly) erection against my hands, and when I felt the dampness of his own liquified excitement against my knuckles, my self control crumbled.

The fog of euphoria overcame me, and I was completely submerged.

I was gone.