Trevor's loft

His response actually shocked me and my fingers stopped moving on him as I studied his face for a moment. My fingers began to move back down his arm before tracing around his collar bone. My other fingers moving to the other nipple, circling it before tugging lightly on it.

"I must admit that is shocking, but it can be more than remedied." I lean over and nip lightly along the top of his chest while being totally in tuned to the way his body reacts, the way his breath is taken or even the sounds that slip from him.
 
"I must admit that is shocking, but it can be more than remedied."

The sudden nips on the upper portion of my chest drive me breathless for a moment.
 
My lips moving down past my fingers as they continued to tease along his nipples, nipping again just slightly under his nipples. My other hand traces his other collar bone before moving down to tease along his free nipple. My fingers circling, pulling lightly along his nipples, but alternating back and forth.

My mouth continued to move down, grazing my lips across his abs before nipping at his skin, savoring each reaction I pull from him, knowing this is just the start of a very fun evening.
 
I feel her lips trailing kisses down to nip the skin of my chest just under the nipple. She teases my nipple then switching between them making me arch my back and press into her lips tender attentions.

When I feel her lips travel lower I inhale and hold it in tensing the muscles of my abdominals so as to presents a better target for her attentions.
 
Slipping my hands from his body I step over and grab one of the chairs. Moving it into position I climb up onto the chair, using it to leverage me like I wish.

My fingers trail over his chest lightly before pressing harder to dig deeper into his skin.
 
I hear her moving what sounds like a chair, and I wonder what she was planning.

Then suddenly I realize after the lightly trails her nails across my chest a pleasurable sensation. My teeth grit, and I fight back a groan as she digs her nails into my chest harder, deeper. A painful but still pleasurable sensation.
 
Watching him intently as my nails rake over him. I lean over him letting my tongue run over the length of the red line my nails made. My lips kiss lightly over the same area before my nails choose a new spot to start off soft before digging into his flesh.
 
Her lips soothe the reddened skin before giving another scratch down my chest on a different spot. Again I grit my teeth and force back a moan from the sensations she was giving me.
 
My lips move over those red lines as my hand moves down and begins to unfasten his pants. My hand slips in as my lips move over his chest, my fingers brushing over his shaft just to see what kind of reaction I am causing in him.

My fingers wrap around his cock before slowly stroking over the length of him. My teeth nip again along his chest straight for his nipple. Flicking it lightly with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth, my fingers tightening slightly around his shaft.
 
I feel her opening the fly of my jeans and slip a hand down to brush against my hardening cock. I moan out at the contact.

Her fingers wrap around my hardness and slowly stroke up, then down lightly. Her teeth mark a trail up my chest before taking a nipple and making me moan louder as the fingers tighten around me.

I shake my head from side to side and I pull on the handcuffs trying to touch her as she is touching me.
 
Thoroughly enjoying the moans slipping from him as well as the hardness of his cock. My fingers continue to stroke over him as my teeth pull on his nipple a bit before it slips from my lips.

My lips moving up kissing a line straight to his ear, my tongue flicking out over the lobe before sucking it into my mouth. Sucking lightly on it before letting it slip from my lips before I whisper to him, "So hard with so little done. I wonder, my dear, how long you will last before you are begging me for your release."

My fingers brush over the tip of his hard cock before my hand strokes down to the base, only to slide back up, tightening my grip on his cock.
 
"So hard with so little done. I wonder, my dear, how long you will last before you are begging me for your release." I hear her whisper.

"As long as you desire, vixen," Came my answer. Determined to make good on my words. Though her hand was doing magic things to my cock testing that determination.
 
Smiling at his response my hand slips from his hard cock moving my body down off the chair. My hands moving to his jeans, tugging on them enough to pull them down to his ankles and yet keeping them right there.

I move away from him and into the kitchen. Opening a cupboard door I find a glass. filling it full of ice water I walk back over to him. Climbing up onto the chair again I take a long sip of the ice cold water before brushing his belly with the glass.

Taking the glass from his belly I take another sip and set the glass off to the side so it doesn't get knocked over. I lean over, not allowing any part of me to touch him. My open mouth lands on the tip of his cock as I suck him into my mouth. The ice cold water making my mouth cold at first, but my tongue slithers and dances along the head of his cock before I begin to slowly slide further down his length.
 
I flinch when I hear the chair slide back and a sudden rush of fear that she was going to leave me like this shoots through me. Then I hear the faucet running and the panic subsides a little.

I hear her move the chair and I assume she was back ontop of it then came something cold and smooth briefly brushing against my stomach and I shivered all over, but that wasn't even the worst of it. Next I felt her mouth come down over my cock, and I blurted out, "Oooh, cold, cold!"

I instinctively tried to move away from the icy cold mouth around my length.
 
Ignoring his words and moving down further onto his cock, my tongue dancing along the length of him as my fingers move up, the ones holding the glass. Tracing around his nipples a moment before pulling lightly on them. My mouth slides down the length of him before moving back up to the head of his cock. My tongue circling around it before my mouth drops down on him again.
 
Cold fingers play with my nipples, and Vixen's mouth takes more of my erection her cold tongue leading the way down.

This was torture. This was heaven.
 
Sliding up the length of his cock I swirled my tongue around him one last time before slipping my mouth free of him. Moving back away from him I begin to search for something. Pulling on each draw in the kitchen until I come across the items I was looking for, not exactly what I had in mind but they would work.

Climbing back up on the chair I brace myself, moving directly above him I maneuverer myself up onto the bar with him, straddling his thighs as the skirt rides up around my waist. Taking one item I run it along the length of him. The rubber tips of the rubber brush being what I was looking for. The other side of his chest I land the item against him, being a hard plastic spoon. Not wanting to make too much of a sting but enough to grab someone's attention.

I move them, running the rubber brush tips over one area while slapping him lightly with the spoon some place else. Never giving touching the same spot as before.
 
I moaned as I felt her mouth take my hard cock within it. Then it was gone. I raised my head searching for her. Trying to make out the silhouette of her through the silk fabric of the blindfold. The sounds of her rummaging through the kitchen's drawers guiding my efforts.

I felt her climb back atop me, straddling my thighs. Her skirt had ridden up with the motions and so I felt wonderful skin to skin contact as she sat down.

She rubbed something across my chest. I wasn't sure what it was but it felt like it was made out of something like rubber. It was quickly followed by a swift smack of a plastic spatula or spoon. The sudden surprise of the sensation made me moan out loud.

She continued keeping me guessing where I would feel the caress of the rubber brush or the sudden kiss of the plastic spoon again.
 
Slipping the brush down over his skin before laying a smack to another area of his chest and watching as a red imprint of the spoon lingered on his skin. The more moans I pulled from him the more excited I became.

I slipped up his body, moving to cover his hard cock, to let him know for once that there was nothing under the skirt. My wetness grinding onto his length as I continued to brush over his skin before smacking another area with the spoon just to feel his cock jump under me.
 
A sweep of the brush. The smack of the spoon. The moan that escaped my lips.

This continued for a couple minutes until she slid up and I felt the proof of both the fact that she wore no panties underneath her skirt and its wet heat told me she was getting turned on more and more by the goings on.

Another smack of the spoon made me flinch as I groaned from the impact.
 
I slip the brush over him but instead of a smack of a spoon, my nails rake down his chest, none too lightly. My lean over, pressing my wet slit to his hard cock as my tongue teases and flicks over the red marks I just made. My hips grind against his hard cock, feeling him press to my clit and pulling a soft sigh from me.

I run the brush up over his sides even as my nails mark him again. My tongue finishing up with the first set of scratches before moving to the others. I flick the brush, letting the rubber tips slap lightly against his skin.
 
She is teasing me, using me, tormenting me, and I love it.

Her scratches make me moan out. The soothing run of tongue over abraded skin and the grinding of her wet heat against my hard length makes me moan in a more needy fashion.
 
My tongue teases and plays along his chest even as the brush continues to stroke over him. My free hand reaching between us as I lift up, stroking along his hard shaft, "So hard for me." My lips brushing his chest as I speak.

Moving him to run the head of his cock over my slit while I lose the brush and mark him with my nails again. Moving my body back I feel him enter me, my walls spreading around him as I groan out, my teeth biting into his flesh.
 
She reaches between us and takes hold of my cock. "So hard for me." Her words are spoken against my chest her breath washing over a nipple and making me shiver.

"And getting harder," I tell her with a wry grin. I inhale sharply as she places the tip against her wet opening. She scratches me again and I wince but my attention is focused clearly on the sensation of her sex in contact with mine.

She moves back taking me within her.

I gasp out as the divine sensation comes over me tempered or heightened by the feel of her teeth biting down on my chest.
 
Sliding him further into me I pause once he is completely buried deep inside me. I let my muscles tighten and relax along his cock as my fingers brush over his chest. Slipping up his length I lean over and kiss him deeply, pressing my tongue between his lips, searching for his. My tongue battles with his even as I make small movements on the head of his cock.

My fingers run down his sides, gripping his hip as I break from his lips and drive myself down on his length. Sitting up I grind myself on his length, my muscles inside milking him as my fingers move to rake my nails lightly over his thighs. The tips of my fingers brush his balls before dipping even lower to tease along his ass.
 
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