The Scent and The Siren ✔️

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I hear him getting rid of his clothes. The feeling of being tied up in bed and blindfolded is not as good as I thought it would be. I didn't know standing safe wrapped in Rico's arms and laying on the bed just a few meters away from him could make the experience so different.

I was able to cope up well earlier because I was in Rico's arms. Mere his heat was enough to make me feel safe and now it's hardly been a minute since he laid me to the bed and I can already feel the gripping anxiety gnawing me hard in the belly.

The soft mattress against my back, the feeling of my hands chained and me lying helpless in the bed is not comforting. My weak limbs from Rico's sexual assault start trembling as I make a way for the past memories to engulf me in. I try hard to suppress the flood of painful pictures from the past that is working hard to flash through my eyes but I am unable to.

I remember the feeling of pain. I remember settling for the pain. I remember the guilt that used to occupy me the moment I started getting comfortable with the pain and silently enjoyed it while wrapped in tears running all over my face. I remember the feeling of agony that followed it. I remember the disgust I felt for myself.

Tears form in my eyes. I start feeling claustrophobic. The uneven pattern of my breathing heightens and before I can even think of taking another deep breath, he climbs on top of me, putting his body weight on me as he shifts. His body is stark naked as I feel his giant length poking the entrance of my vagina as he lifts my restrained hands and places it above my head.

I feel his breath warming my overly sensitized aching nipple before his tongue weaves the magical spell over it. He tugs it in his mouth and flicks his tongue around it, kneading my other breast with his free hand. I throw my head back and moan with extreme pleasure as the darkness and my tormenting past looming over my head is making every sensation way too intense for me.

Beyoncé's Drunk in Love playing in the background has changed to Crazy in Love which is boosting the raw sensuality of the environment altogether. I let out a moan laced in cries as Rico tortures my breasts again with his expert combination of mouth and tongue.

He plants delicate wet kisses on my breasts, trailing away horizontally to pay the same amount of attention to its twin. It's erotic. So fucking erotic. But the demon of fear in front of my blackened vision smiles wide with bright red color painted on its lips.

My toes curl in the mattress and I try a vain attempt to move but I'm unable to. The steel restraining my wrists bites against my skin as I move so I stop moving, leaving my body at Rico's mercy. I shudder all over again as his warm mouth covers my breast again and flicks his tongue heightening my pleasure.

I gasp as he sucks harder, tasting me taking everything of me as much as he can in his mouth, and squeezes my other breast harder in a rough gesture with his big and strong hands. He makes love equally to my breasts to a point that they have started aching.