Flickering Memories

Chapter 40

A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

Also, this chapter has some mature content. Please skip this chapter if you're below 18 or a sensitive adult. Thank you and sorry about that.

Copter's POV

I could see the pain and pleasure alternating in Kimmon's face.

I couldn't really handle seeing him in pain, whether physically or mentally.

Although I had whispered to him, "I will, sweetheart, in due time" when he begged for his release, I had no intention of making him wait too long.

I kissed the side of his neck, sucking, biting, making little nips here and there as I moved down to the crook of his shoulder just before going down to his chest.

I trailed kisses down his chest, stopping to suck on one nipple and then the other.

I dipped my tongue into the hollow of his navel.

"Uhh... " he jerked his chest forward involuntarily, the pleasure evident on his face.

His eyes were closed, his teeth biting his lower lip.

I slowly removed his briefs. He lifted his backside to help me ease them off him.

"Copter...Cop... sweetheart..." he was moaning again, the sound was more melodious than the soft music that filled the room.

I licked off the droplets of liquid that oozed from the tip of his hardened member.

"Aaahhh... Copter... sweetheart..."

I tried to engulf the whole length with my mouth. I realized that I could not totally engulf it so I tried to encircle the uncovered part with my right hand, forgetting that I was still holding the pizza cutter with it.

"Aaahhhhhh! Copter! Am I bleeding???"

Oh, shit, I had sliced him across his hip. Thankfully, it was a shallow wound and not a long one as well, maybe just about two or three centimeters.

"No, you're not," I replied, "it's just a graze."

I tossed the pizza cutter looking thing to the floor. It fell noiselessly on to the soft thick carpet.

He relaxed a little after that and seemed to settle down as he closed his eyes once more.

I went back to cover his manhood with my mouth, sucking on it up and down.

I used my hand that was now free of the pizza cutter to massage up and down the area that my mouth could not cover.

I heard him start to moan at first softly and slowly, but as I quickened my pace his moans became louder and faster in synchronization with my speed.

"Aaahhh... aaahhh... aaahhh... uhh... uhh... uh, uh, uh, aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh !!!"

I swallowed some of the juices that spurted into my mouth, the rest of it dripping down the side.

I went down from the couch and quickly walked over to his desk and grabbed some tissues from the box that was sitting on one side.

"Untie me please, Copter," I heard him say as I walked back to the couch.

I did so, unclasping the handcuffs as well.

Without warning, I found myself helplessly lying face down on the couch, with Kimmon straddling me.

"Sonofabitch, how did you do that?" I asked in amazement.

"Ssshhh, honeybunch, you're mine now, all mine ..." his voice was dangerously soft.

Suddenly I heard the crack of a whip.

"Jesus Christ, Kimmon! What the fuck!"

I felt the sharp sound of my shirt being torn off my back.

I tried to shift my position to face him.

"Christ, Kimmon, couldn't you just have taken off my shirt properly???"

"There is no such thing as 'proper' in BDSM vocabulary, my darling Copter," again his voice was dangerously smooth and breathy.

He bent down to trail kisses from the back of my neck, down my spine, outwards to the side of my waist and then to the other side of my waist. The feathery kisses made me shiver in a combination of fright and delicious anticipation.

Then he shifted my position making me face him. He bent forward and captured my mouth with his, before I could say anything.

He was kissing me deeply, intensely, hungrily.

I was so into the kiss that I had not noticed that he had raised both of my arms above my head.

Only when I heard a click did I realize too late that he had handcuffed me!

"Kimmon, untie me, please," I begged.

"First of all, it is P'Kim, not Kimmon," he said with a wicked smile.

"P'Kim..." he shut me up with a kiss.

He inserted his tongue into my mouth, playing with the insides of my mouth.

The sensation of his tongue exploring my mouth sent delicious shivers up and down my spine.

I felt empty when he left my mouth and started trailing kisses down the side of my neck, then onto my chest all the way to my abdomen.

As he was licking my abdomen he was unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants.

He pushed them off my thighs and legs and tossed them to the floor.

He let out a triumphant chuckle when, after pushing down my briefs, my hardened manhood shot up and outward at him.

"Darling, darling Cop..." I heard him whisper before he engulfed me down there.

"Uhh..." I made an involuntary sound when I felt the warmth and moistness of his mouth all around my excited member.

I wanted to grab and grip his hair when I realized belatedly that my arms were tied above me.

My moans started to sound like I was crying. Maybe I was.

"Aaahhh... P'Kim... Kimmie... aaahhh... aaahhh... Kimmie... oh, god, Kimmie... aaahhh... faster please... faster... uhh... uhh... uhh... aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!"

"Your voice is so melodious when you call my name," he said, looking so lovingly at me.

I started to sob when he bent to embrace me in a tight hug. I felt so loved. Did I deserve it? Was I good enough for his love? I couldn't help asking those questions in my mind.

"Sweetheart..." he whispered in my ear, his breath tickling me there, "that was just the appetizer. It's now time for the main course."