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I want to scream with the sheer fatigue of my arousal. The energy refracts through my body like lightning in a bottle.

“Please…more…”

“Oh, you like to be teased…I know you do,” He chuckles softly at my predicament.

He smacks my bottom—hard. Absorbing the blow only energizes my passion. The hot sting reverberates through the walls of my throbbing cunt.

Squeezing my buttock, he presses his body, still clothed, firmly against my naked flesh. He slides the other hand down slowly, his thumb finally meeting the slick evidence of my desire.

I am afraid to move, afraid he will take it away. He caresses  small circles over the tip of my swollen bead and I moan loudly.

“Oh, God…please…”

He brings his thumb to my mouth and I smell the sweetly familiar musk of my sex. He smooths my lips with nectar.

I suck his thumb—grateful for the contact.

Feeling the heat of his arousal against my thigh—I press into him again.

He backs away—and my body jolts with frustration.

“Please!” I cry—louder this time.

“Tell me what you want!” He commands.

“Please…fuck me!” I am fairly shouting.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!!” I writhe with the exquisite adrenaline tension that begs for release.

 


 

There’s a knock at the door and I freeze.

Another knock.

“I’ll take care of it.”

“What about…?”

My skin suddenly turns cold  and I begin to shiver.

Clearing his throat, he quickly exits, closing the bedroom door of the suite behind him. At first there is silence and then I hear footsteps in the foyer and two voices mingling. One is softer, possibly female. The voices become louder but I still can’t make out the subject of conversation.

I hear the front door close and my body becomes alert again, preparing for his return. I wait for what seems like an hour, and still he does not come back. I call his name. My heartbeat throbs in my ears.

I am worn out—fatigued from this game. Yet there is nothing I can do, but wait. I’m afraid to cry out. I can’t let anyone see me like this. I hang my head and begin to doze off, praying I don’t have to scream for help.

I wake with a start–to his hands rubbing my chafed wrists.

“You’re ok, my darling,” he soothes.

“Wha..what time is it?” I murmur, though at this point time has no meaning.

 

“Relax, darling. It’s all part of the game.  You like this game, don’t you?”

“I don’t know anymore.”

I hear the door open and I smell her perfume– light and botanical.

“Yes, that’s it, come on in…”

I gasp and shake my head in disbelief. He wraps his arm around my waist and embraces me warmly, easing my tension. He kisses my neck, purring sweet, soothing words against my ear.

“It’s going to be fine, baby. You’re going to like this. I promise.”

He removes the blindfold and I squint in the semi-darkness, twisting my neck to discover who else is in the room with us. He is fully undressed and she is standing behind him, slowly caressing his hard cock with delicate French manicured fingers.

“Megan, this is Allison.”

Her face appears from behind his shoulder, long blonde hair falling over her eyes. She is barefoot, dressed in a tight purple crop top and white spandex booty shorts, like I wear at the gym.

She looks approvingly at my form, splayed out, vulnerable.

“You have a beautiful body.”

I am speechless.

She crawls up on the bed behind me and I instinctively pull away from her touch, straining against the bonds that hold me in place.

“What the fuck are you doing??”

“Just relax, Love…Allison is a professional. I booked a couples massage for us…”

To be continued…

 

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