Chapter 267
**Sara**
I leaned back against the railing, my body still humming from the orgasm. My hand drifted down to my pussy, feeling the wetness that coated my thighs. I was a mess, and I fucking loved it.
Before I could get too carried away, Tom reappeared, something black and silky dangling from his hand.
"What's that?" I asked, eyeing it warily.
He didn't answer; he just stepped closer and lifted the blindfold to my eyes. I opened my mouth to protest, but he cut me off.
"Trust me, remember?"
I sighed, giving in. "Fine."
He secured the blindfold, the world going dark. I could feel his hands on my waist, lifting me effortlessly.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck for stability.
"Shh," he hushed me. "No talking."
I rolled my eyes behind the blindfold but kept my mouth shut. He carried me through the apartment, the change in temperature and sound indicating we were moving from room to room. I tried to guess where we were going, but he kept me disoriented, turning and spinning until I lost track.
Finally, he set me down on something soft - a bed, maybe? I bounced slightly, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through my still-sensitive body.
"Tom," I started, but he shushed me again.
"Quiet," he commanded, his voice stern.
I huffed but obeyed, my ears straining to pick up any clue as to what he was planning. I could hear him moving around the room, the rustle of fabric, the clink of something metallic. My imagination ran wild, picturing all sorts of kinky scenarios.
Suddenly, his hands were on me again, sliding up my thighs. I shivered, anticipation coursing through me. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties, pulling them down and off. I was completely naked now, exposed and vulnerable. It was exhilarating.
His fingers trailed up my inner thighs, spreading them wide. I could feel his breath hot on my pussy, and I squirmed, eager for his touch. But he didn't give me what I wanted, not yet. Instead, he traced a path up my stomach, circling my navel before continuing up to my breasts.
He cupped them, his thumbs brushing over my nipples. They hardened instantly, aching for more. He rolled them between his fingers, pinching and tugging until I was writhing beneath him.
The blindfold amplified every sensation, and my other senses were highly alert. I gasped, feeling the delicious pain and pleasure mixed in a heady cocktail that made me arch my back, pushing my tits further into his hands.
Then he stopped.
"Tom," I whined, unable to keep the frustration out of my voice.
"Patience," he said with that infuriating calmness.
I felt his hands leave my breasts and move to my wrists. He tied them together with something soft, maybe silk, and then secured them to the bedpost. My pulse quickened as I tested the bonds; they held firm. The helplessness was intoxicating.
I lay there in silence, straining to hear his movements. A soft rustling sound caught my attention just before something light and ticklish brushed against my skin. I shivered as it traveled from my ankle up to my knee, then to the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. A feather. It had to be a feather.
He dragged it over my pussy lips in slow, tantalizing strokes that made me squirm and moan softly.
"Fuck," I muttered under my breath, biting down on my lip.
The feather continued its journey up my stomach, circling around my navel before heading towards my breasts again. It flicked over each nipple in turn, making them harden even more painfully than before. I wanted so badly to reach out, touch him, and pull him closer, but the bonds held me fast.
"Like that?" Tom's voice was a teasing whisper in my ear.
"Yes," I admitted through gritted teeth.
The feather danced over every inch of me—my ribs, the curve of my hipbone, even down between the cheeks of my ass—and each touch made me more desperate for real contact. My pussy throbbed with need as he brushed it once more before moving back up to torment other parts of me.
Just when I thought I couldn't take any more teasing, he slapped my pussy hard enough to make me cry out.
"Oh God!" I yelped, feeling a jolt of both pain and pleasure shot through me.
"You're so fucking wet," he murmured appreciatively as he rubbed his hand over the stinging skin soothingly before slapping it again. Each smack sent waves of sensation through me that left me gasping for breath and begging for more without words ever leaving my lips.
And then I heard a low hum—the unmistakable sound of a vibrator being turned on. My body tensed in anticipation as Tom pressed it against my clit without warning; white-hot pleasure exploded through every nerve ending at once.
"Oh fuck! Yes!" I screamed as he moved it in slow circles around my swollen bud. He held one of those damn feathers against one nipple with just enough pressure to drive me insane. It was tantalizing but not quite enough to push me over the edge into blissful release.
I was a live wire, sparking and writhing, desperate for that final surge of electricity.
And then, the bastard stopped.
"What the actual fuck?" I panted, straining against the silk ties binding my wrists. The sudden absence of sensation was maddening, like being stuck in the world's worst traffic jam just before the exit to orgasmic bliss.
I heard the rustle of a wrapper and the unmistakable sound of a condom being opened. At least he was being responsible, but fuck, I needed him inside me five minutes ago.
"You're killing me here," I groaned, shifting my hips in a futile attempt to find some friction.
"Patience, Sara. Good things come to those who wait."
"Yeah, well, right now, the only thing coming is my fucking frustration," I snapped.
The bed dipped as he positioned himself between my legs. I could feel the heat of his body, the brush of his cock against my inner thigh. I tried to move towards him, to capture him with my body, but he held back, teasing me.
"Tom, I swear to God, if you don't fuck me right now, I will—"
He cut me off with a single, hard thrust, filling me completely. I gasped, my body arching as it adjusted to the sudden invasion. He was big, stretching me, filling me in a way that made my toes curl.
"Oh, fuck yes," I breathed, relief and pleasure washing over me.
He didn't move at first, just stayed still, buried deep inside me. I could feel his cock pulsing, or maybe it was my own body throbbing around him. Either way, it felt fucking amazing.
"You feel incredible," he murmured, his voice strained.
I smirked. "You're not so bad yourself."
He started to move slowly and steadily, each stroke hitting that sweet spot inside me. I moaned, my hands fisting the silk ties as I met his thrusts with my own. Our bodies found a rhythm, a dance as old as time, but it felt new and exhilarating with him.
"Faster," I urged, needing more. "Harder."
He complied, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into me with force. The bed creaked beneath us, the sound mingling with our harsh breaths and the slap of flesh against flesh. It was raw and primal, and I fucking loved it.
"God, you're so tight," he groaned, his hands gripping my hips. "So wet."
"Only for you," I panted, the words escaping before I could stop them. But it was true. No one else made me feel this way, this wild and free and utterly consumed by desire.
He leaned forward, changing the angle, and suddenly, he was hitting a spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. I cried out, my body convulsing as an orgasm ripped through me. It was intense and overwhelming, leaving me gasping and shaking in its wake.
But Tom didn't stop. He kept fucking me, his body relentless as he chased his own release. I could feel another orgasm building, my body climbing higher and higher with each thrust.
"Come with me, Sara," he growled, his voice rough with need. "I want to feel you come all over my cock."
His words sent me over the edge. I screamed, my body clenching around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. He followed me a moment later, his cock pulsing inside me as he found his own release.
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