Words of Erotica

Blind

"You've converted our bedroom into a sex room."

I didn't turn around to respond to him. I am horny, he knows it, and this is just another way to crawl under my skin. Like a cat in the heat, I knew I'd crave into whatever torture he's cooked up if I turned around. For the past two days, he hasn't touched me. Punishment for 'disobedience,' is really biting me in the ass.

My way of getting through this was to slowly add sex things to our bedroom, and level up my sex appeal. If he's pushing my buttons, I will run my red french tipped nails along his zipper.

"Mmhm," I said at last, and made myself busy straightening the pristine bed. Just when I bent over, I felt a belt over my waist. I froze.

"I know what you're doing," he chuckled a little, "and it's been nothing short of amusing, doll."

The belt rode along my waist until I felt the cold metal of the buckle harshly go past me. A sharp breath in. I wanted to be whipped. I was hoping for my clothes to rip off, but so frustratingly, they did not.

"May I take my clothes off?" I asked, instantly hating how meek and desperate my voice got.

"Keep them on, I'm not done with you," he said.

Jatin spun me around, and with the angle I was in, near the bed, I couldn't fall down or keep my balance. I had to depend on his support. He made his usual 'I got you' face, and we both knew that meant he got me in more ways than this one. Gently, he placed me on the bed.

"Close your eyes and don't touch me," he ordered. This was worse than restraints. So much hotter than physically tying me up.

I shut my eyes, focusing on my breathing. It didn't last long, because I felt a sharp slap between my legs, and then felt him cupping my mould. I might've accidentally opened my eyes with the unexpected pain, but I shut them just as soon.

Over my underwear, he started kneading his palm. His two fingers teased me like that was all they were designed to do, and I could help but let my lips quiver.. My eyes shut tighter. I had to physically curl my fingers to avoid pulling him close and making out with him. I felt Jatin's body hover over me, his breath tenderly on my collarbone.

Zip!

"Eyes closed," he chided. I heard some shuffling and ruffling of clothes. I wanted to open my eyes so badly, just for a peek. I could imagine him though. The way his back muscles flex when he pulls himself towards me, the lines where his skin folds in those positions - I imagined exactly what I saw this morning in the shower with him.

I wanted to see him. Making me close my eyes was cruel, especially when I can feel his bare torso on my chest. I arched my back so I could get closer to him, but then I felt my wrists being grasped in his one hand.

"Jatin..."

He laughed a little. "Turned on?" He asked, and before I could respond, he bit my ear. I almost didn't hear him whisper, "good," over my squeal. He went on to nibble at my ear, ignoring my shudders and gasps, all while having a strong hold on my wrists.

I wanted so much more, and it was so embarrassing that I got wet just from him teasing my ears. My thighs clenched together in some feeble attempt to control myself, but I was just getting sucked in deeper and deeper. I moved my ear away from him mouth when I felt an overload of that sensation, "fuck," I might've said.

"Fuck, Jatin!" I whisper-yelled, and my mind started spinning as I pressed my ear to my upper arm. I wanted sex. Some masochistic demon in me wanted more torture. I didn't know whom to listen to.