Amy submits

Chapter 4. On the Edge

Time seemed to rush by and hold still all at the same time as she waited in her helpless predicament.  Naked, blindfolded, vulnerable and filled with a lustful desire she had never felt before.  Amy wasn't sure if she wanted to thank this man, curse him, or beg him for more.  One thing was certain though, even if she wanted to control the outcome of her current situation, she wouldn't have a say in that matter.  As thoughts swarm her mind, she begins to wonder if she would even want to have control back.  Almost forgetting about her tormentor, she tenses up as she feels his familiar touch on her inner thigh.  Tightening her muscles, she clenches her jaw.

"Have you ever seen someone that you wanted to just immediately have to yourself, Amy?" The hands moved to her other leg and started slowly working its way back up. "You wanted to just grab them and devour them whole, and not worry about social graces or playing games or what's right and wrong?"

"Um..." her skin was flushed from his touches, and his words made knots of worry tie in her stomach.  She was breathing heavier now, with fear and an unexpected rising arousal. She knew his eyes were roving over her exposed body.  She could smell him close to her, just the faintest hint of cologne and natural musk that made her head spin. Amy liked the smell of him. She liked how the timbre of his voice made her skin hum with anticipation. Whoever this was, he had not harmed her. And whoever this was wanted her so badly, he couldn't hide the desire quaking beneath each word.

"Tell me where you want me to touch you."

Amy released a shuddering breath.

"My hands. Touch my hands," she said timidly. Warm fingers immediately entwined in hers and kneaded around her thumb and palm, pulling lightly on her digits. Her scalp prickled with pleasure. He moved over the binds and down her forearms and biceps.  As he leans over her stretched body, his erection presses against her thigh. She gasped at the touch of his skin on hers. She could feel the light hairs on his chest and the cold metal of his belt buckle against her stomach. His warm fingers pressed into her shoulders and massaged deeply. Amy stifled a groan of pleasure.

His hands moved down to the rise of her breasts, tickling the skin of her cleavage. Her genitals warmed and started to ache. She was finding it harder to concentrate. She was floating in a dark world of tantalizing sensation and eagerly sinking deeper into it as his fingers swirled down, down to circle her sensitive nipples. Amy arches and presses the back of her head firmly into the soft pillow while she moans audibly for the first time.

His hands slid over her torso and gripped her tightly to him. His throbbing erection flattened against her inner thigh. He massaged down her stomach to the crest of her protruding hip bones. She stopped breathing as she waited. Amy wanted him to keep going. Amy needed him to keep going.  "Oh god..."  She whispers.  Her voice saturated with ecstasy.  

His fingers moved down slowly into the curls of her pubic hair and rolled lightly over her clitoris. Amy opened her mouth and inhaled sharply. The warm fingers moved further down and across her soaked lips. He tracked the opening of her slit and slipped a finger inside her.

"Oh!" she cried softly. His finger pressed up toward her abdomen as if beckoning. The soft material of his pants rustled as he knelt between her spread legs. She arched her back as more fingers entered her. The pressure of his hot palm on her clitoris as he rocked his hand back and forth made her ache with longing.

Her muscles squeezed around his fingers. Amy whimpered with pleasure. She was so turned on by this. He was right. The thrill of the unknown and the fear from earlier had her riding high on adrenaline. It was so incredibly strong - her lust was more intense than any she'd ever felt.

"Please".  She murmurs into the darkness.  Not quite knowing what she was begging for.  Her voice desperate and full of submission.  "Who does this belong to?"  The man says as he tightens his grip on her womanhood.  Feeling her clench from the inside.  Knowing she was right on the edge of oblivion.  "Y-you master.  It belongs to you.  I belong to you."  She says hoping he will grant her the release she so desperately needed.