Red Velvet Cushion

Kinktober Challenge – Day 3

I kneel with my eyes clenched tight, even though I am cloaked in darkness. I can feel the steady rhythm of my pulse as it beats in my ears. A cool breeze wafts over my skin, pimpling my flesh. He’s here. I know it. I can’t see him, but I can sense his presence. My ears perk up at the sound of something metal scraping behind me. My heart takes on a thunderous pace and my body tingles with anticipation. For the past six months, we’ve played this game. He’s taken me to heights of pleasure I didn’t know were imaginable. And I’ve never seen his face.

I know his touch all too well. The way his fingers graze a hot trail over my breasts. I know the scent of his cologne; so woodsy and masculine. It lingers on me for days after. I know so much about him, but his face would be lost to me in a crowd. “I’ve missed you, my pet,” he whispers in my ear and the deep notes of his voice send shivers down my spine. I lick my lips and squirm on my knees, my body already hot and eager. I’m no stranger to men, but there’s something about this faceless man that drives me wild. He’s different from the rest. He cares none about his own pleasure. His only purpose when he’s here is to make me cum. It’s like a personal challenge to him. And each of our little discreet encounters is better than the last.

I suck in a deep breath as his hands roam over my bare breasts. His touch is so familiar to me now and I enjoy the feel of his big, strong hands. Hands that I have yet to see. “Have you been a good girl, my pet?” he asks and I take note of the headiness in his tone.

“Yes, sir,” I reply, my voice barely a whisper.

“Good. Because you know I’ll be able to tell, if you’ve tampered with my property,” he says as he lightly pinches one of my nipples. I hiss and nod, unable to speak as a warmth spreads throughout me. I shudder under his touch as he tugs at my nipple, his breath hot and humid against the crook of my neck. And then he’s gone and my body tenses, missing his presence. I would reach out for him, but my hands are tied behind my back with what feels like silk. I remain frozen, kneeling on the red velvet cushion that he bought specially for me – his pet. I never imagined that I would relish in the idea of being considered a pet; some kept possession tucked away for another’s enjoyment. But for him, I do.

I sense him behind me and the hairs on the back of my neck rise. He runs something soft and light down my spine and a soft gasp escapes my throat. I’m tingling all over and I want nothing more than his strong hands roaming over my body; his thick cock between my legs. He knows it. And that’s why he’s torturing me. Teasing me with whatever toy he’s purchased specifically for our session. “Tonight, you’ll beg, my pet,” he says to my back and my stomach lurches to the floor. I never know what to expect from him and sometimes he pushes me to the limits; to places where I never imagined I would go. But I go there with him and in return, he makes sure I experience ultimate bliss.

He continues running the toy along my spine, the tip soft and tantalizing to my skin until I’m a trembling mess. I’m quaking and shivering in a pathetic heap on my knees, wanting nothing more than to be taken by him. The trembling only intensifies when his hands begin roaming over me, leaving nothing but heat and want in their wake. I’m on the verge of begging for him to take me; fuck me hard right there on my crush velvet cushion. But my mouth remains closed. I won’t give him the satisfaction. Not until he allows me to see his face. My knees start to ache as they sink deeper into the cushion and meet the hardwood floor, but I don’t complain. I know what’s coming and my clit is already throbbing. A light gust of air passes over my skin as he moves around me, his cologne stirring in my nose, and my nipples get hard.

“Such a pretty little fuck toy,” he whispers as he runs a thumb across my bottom lip. I gulp down the lump in my throat while a warmth takes over my lower belly. His thick fingers follow before trailing down my neck, igniting a fire between my legs. Then his hands graze over my shoulders and down my back. I love the feel of his hands, so big and strong. Slightly calloused. Manly. I wonder if he looks the same. What color are his eyes? His hair? Is he ugly? Is that the reason he won’t let me see his face? I hear the subtle sound of his zipper going down and all thoughts slip from my mind. I feel him warm and soft, pressed against my lips.

“Open wide,” he orders and my jaw drops without hesitation. He thrusts deep inside, my lips straining against his girth. He fucks my throat until I’m gagging and coughing, trying not to choke on my own spit. “Good girl,” his heady voice calls out to me, somehow soothing the discomfort of the bulge his dick is causing in my throat. Tears slip from eyes and dampen the black sash covering my eyes, while he yanks me back by my hair. “Come. Let me check on my property,” he says lifting me off the floor. I snuggle into the hardness of his chest, my body on fire for what’s to come as he carries me to who knows where. My stomach turns a flip when he lowers me to the bed and spreads my legs. He licks a trail up my inner thigh and a shiver runs throughout my entire body. In no time at all, I’m whimpering from the effects of his fat, warm tongue lapping at my clit. He slurps, smacks, and suckles at me until my clit is fat and swollen. And then he kisses it, open-mouthed and sloppy, and my head falls back. Two thick fingers drive into me and my hips buck up off the bed. He rams hooked fingers into me while running others over my clit rapidly. I can hear myself, wet and sloshing as I cry out, “thank you, sir.”

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By the time he removes his fingers, I’m completely gone. I feel the wetness dripping, dampening the sheets beneath me. The bed dips down from his weight as he comes to lie by my trembling side. A light shriek escapes my throat when he flips me over to straddle him. My pussy throbs as he pushes against my opening; taunting and teasing me. Those manly hands I love so much grip my hips and yank me down; hard. I scream out as he impales me, my walls stretching to accommodate his size. He holds me in place by the hips as he drives into me. I can’t move. I can’t see. The only thing I can do is take the pounding he’s giving me with gritted teeth. He laces an arm through mine tied behind back and pulls me close. I can feel his heart racing against my chest and he rocks my hips into him. He captures my nipple in his mouth and bites down hard. It hurts, yet feels good at the same time. The conflicting mix of pain and pleasure drives me wild and I cum.

“I didn’t give you permission to cum,” his low voice is in my ear as my muscles pulsate around him. I lose track of my senses as he rolls our still connected bodies over, before plunging into me once more. His thrusts are forceful. Hard. Unrelenting. He digs his nails into my sides as he lifts my hips to meet his strokes. Time is lost, but I assume hours have passed. And yet, he doesn’t let up. My shoulders ache, but I don’t complain. I simply bite down on my lip and take it. A pressure builds low in my belly and my thighs shake. I’m grateful when he flips me over to my stomach. He presses a firm hand into my back as he enters me from behind. Soon, we’re both grunting, our bodies covered in a sheen of sweat. His hands are on my hips again, guiding me into his eager strokes. I clench my teeth, trying not to cum. But I feel myself slowly start to become undone. “I can feel you, my pet. You ready to cum for me, baby?”

“Yes. Please, sir,” I moan out as he grips a handful of my hair. He yanks my head back before hooking a strong arm across my chest. With his hand tight on my hip, his arm tense under my breasts, he guides my body up and down as he drives into me in fast, hard, upward strokes.

“Cum on my dick,” he whispers against my shoulder blade and I lose it.

“Yes, sir!” I scream and tighten around him. I cum hard and I can feel wetness sliding down my thighs. Everything from toes to my fingers trembles as my walls milk his girth.

“Fuck, I can’t get enough of your wet pussy,” he growls. He continues pounding into me, but I’m completely spent. He does with me as he wishes. Fucks me in nearly every position, until I’m a useless sweat and cum covered heap on the bed. I’m not sure when I fall asleep, but when I wake, I’m alone in bed. Like I always am after our little trysts. Like usual he’s removed the blindfold; the ties binding my arms and slipped out without a trace. Except for the scent of his cologne, which still lingers on me and my sheets. I roll over, my entire body completely sore, and take in the gifts he’s left for me – this time a bouquet of white long-stem roses and a pair of diamond studded earrings. I appreciate all the gifts, the money, the amazing sex. But the thing I want most of all he refuses to give me. The thing I want most is to know the faceless man and to see the look in his eyes as he makes me cum.