Mumbled Promises – Kinktober Day 1

kinktober day 1 deep throating

Kinktober 2019 - Day 1

Deep Throating | Face Sitting

She sucked in a deep breath just as he pinched her nose and settled into position, sinking into the velvet cushion beneath her knees. She opened her mouth at the sensation of his smooth, thick dome pressing against her lips.

He moaned as he sank into her throat and she hated the way her nipples hardened and clit throbbed at the sound. “Did you miss me?” he asked and she nodded slightly, unable to speak around his girth. “I missed you too,” he said and she wished more than anything she could see his face and if there was any sincerity alongside his words.

kinktober day 1 deep throating

With her jaw stretched wide, she stuck out her tongue and he slid deeper inside. Her mind wandered to thoughts of the man on the other side of the mask. The man whose face she had yet to see, not even a glimpse in passing. However, the scent of his cologne and his taste on her tongue was so familiar. Along with the steady rhythm of anticipation that ached and throbbed between her legs whenever she received notification he would be paying a visit.

His moans became louder. Huskier. As did the intensity of his thrusts. Her eyes bulged and her wrists strained against the cuffs binding her arms behind her back. “That’s right, take it all,” he rasped, pounding her throat. She gagged, unable to keep her reflexes in check as he lost control. His fingers gripped her scalp, entangling with her hair at the root. She winced behind the blindfold, but the pain subsided as he mumbled promises of what was to come. Her entire body buzzed with yearning, knowing he would soon deliver on his word

His strokes became more focused, signaling that in a few moments, she’d receive what she hated herself for wanting so much. “You ready to receive me, my pet?” he asked and she managed a weak nod. His fingertips tightened their grip, digging into her scalp and forcing her head lower into his lap. “God, your mouth is the best,” he said through a grunt and seconds later one final, hard thrust signaled his release. She swallowed it smoothly and he hissed his pleasure.

On her haunches, she waited impatiently while his cock jerked against her tongue. He slid out, running his dome across her lips and cheeks and she wriggled her toes, eager for her turn. He released her hair with a shove before his bare feet slapped against the hardwood floors.

Her ears perked up, listening for any slight noise or movement. Silence bore into her eardrums and her stomach wrenched into a firm ball. She hated being left alone, bound in darkness with no idea where to run. 

The minutes ticked by, leaving her mind to drift to more somber thoughts. He didn’t like it. I thought I did everything right. He’s done with me for tonight. 

The idea of him leaving her and not doing the things her body now craved, left her eyes burning behind their satin covering. But then, she heard it, a sound she recognized far in the distance. She rose to her knees, her heart racing as the familiar humming increased in volume. The sound of his footsteps followed shortly after before one touch from his hand sent her body bursting into flames.

“You’ve been such a good pet,” he said over her head and she bowed, not wanting to do anything to upset him.

“Thank you, sir,” she said to the floor and the frequency of the humming doubled. Every synapse fired electric impulses to the places she wanted him to touch most. Her breasts heaved and clit throbbed for the smallest caress. Anything to alleviate the ache taking over her core.

Her world went still before spinning when he suddenly lifted her into the air. Weightless she gasped, trying to regain control of her senses. But within moments her brain pieced it all together. The hair brushing her inner thighs, the softness pressing into her knees. “You ready for me, darling,” he mumbled into the space between her legs.

“Yes, sir,” she sighed and he didn’t hesitate in fulfilling his end of their strange bargain. His tongue parted her folds and her head fell back. His fingers joined his tongue, spreading her lips wider and exposing her clit. He slurped it into his mouth and she let out a throaty moan.

“Did you miss me?” he asked in a whisper that tickled her skin.

The word, “yes,” didn’t have a chance to escape her throat as he lifted her slightly and slid the source of the humming inside. A vibrating wave of heat swept across her flesh. His tongue and fingers returned to her clit and she moaned, “yes,” again and again. With each swipe from his tongue, she wished she wasn’t bound. She wanted to touch him and run her fingers through his hair while she sat on his face. A face she doubted he would ever let her see.

She straddled the face of the faceless man, her imagination filling the void with different versions of him. Every time she came, another distinct face would appear. By the time he slid his thick length inside, there were three imaginary faces. All distinct except for the mouths and tongues, which always made her come.

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