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The tonguing ended and instead he showered her labia in closed-lip kisses, as he slowly withdrew his finger.  “Fucking incredible,” he whispered.  “I love the way you taste.”

“Will you untie me now?”

“We’re not finished.”

“Y-yes we are,” she stammered.  Okay, so technically he hadn’t had an orgasm, but she
was
done!  He could fuck her if he wanted to, but one orgasm for her was her limit.  She didn’t even like to be touched once she came—this had to be the end. 

He wasn’t saying anything, but she heard him walk into the kitchen and turn on the sink.  By the sound of it, he was washing his hands—thoroughly.  When he returned to her, he had a steamy warm cloth that he used to clean her, first her vagina, and he finished with her anus.  She could tell he was being very careful to make sure her ass was clean.  When he finished, he kiss the inside of each cheek of her ass—very close to her anal opening.  The sensation was shocking, but she didn’t want him to get any ideas.  “That’s enough.”

“Not even close.”

That was when she heard a vibrator.

“Once is it!” she growled at him.  “Put that away!”

“In your pussy,” he countered.

This was too much.  She’d never been so utterly helpless in her life.  She couldn’t handle it, and hysteria consumed her—she began to scream and cry.  Suddenly he was on the table with her, his hand over her mouth and his body covering hers.  This was maddening.  How could he have attacked and bound her, yet gained her trust and quieted her before proceeding?  How could he be tormenting her and pleasing her at the same time?  How could he catapult her body from orgasm one moment to hysteria the next, and now to be shushing her and holding her like she was precious and vital to him?  He was whispering for her to trust him and that he wouldn’t hurt her.  It was the truth; other than fright, he hadn’t done anything to cause her pain.

“Let me see you,” she asked again. “
Please
,” she requested, her voice cracked and the corners of her mouth trembled.  “I just want to know who you are.”

“Tomorrow,” he whispered, and then he kissed her very slowly, his tongue begging the question of continuance.  “Don’t ask me to stop tonight.”

She raised her head, lips parted, seeking his kiss—she found it—and it was so tender.  “Make love to me,” she breathed, feeling a warmth and need budding for this man.

“Soon,” he whispered back.

He was focused on relaxing her now; his hands softly sifting through her hair, his mouth dancing over her skin—damn, he was good!

“I’ve never had two orgasms in a night,” she stated, trying to make him understand why she had been upset.  “I don’t know if I can handle anything else.”

“Surrender to me,” he murmured.  Then very slowly he added, “I won’t hurt you.”

“I don’t have a choice,” she responded.

“Yes—you—do,” he informed her as he lifted himself from pressing against her.

She could tell he’d climbed down from the table.  He was positioned at the end of the table between her legs, his hands massaging her abs and upper thighs, his lips nuzzling, barely kissing her labia.

She couldn’t believe that her body was no longer hyper-sensitive, but instead seemed to be warming from within as the blood once again pooled low, swelling her sexual parts, making her nub of need erect and hungry for his mouth.

“Can we continue?” he asked between gentle touches.

“Yes.”

Once again, she heard the sound of a vibrator.  It was so decadent as he dipped the tip in her wetness and then slid it up near her clit, but not quite touching it—he was simply getting close.

“Relax,” he said, parting her knees wider.

She obeyed and spread them as far as she could.

“So beautiful,” he crooned, bringing the vibrator back to her entrance and slowly pushing it a short distance inside.  He paused and withdrew it, then licked her and sucked her clit.  “No more tongue after this,” he stated.

She wondered why, but then she felt him parting the cheeks of her ass wider.  It was a shocking surprise to feel his mouth kissing, licking, and rimming her anus—but the sensations were mind blowing.  His tongue darted briefly into her bottom just as he withdrew his face and put the vibrator back in her vagina; this time pushing it deep inside.  This wasn’t her mini-vibrator; this must have been his because it was long.  The vibrator could have taken her over the top quickly, but he was careful with it, keeping it low in her pelvic floor.  He brought his free hand over her clitoris and began to massage and tease.

She wasn’t afraid anymore.  She would surrender and he would be in control—and that was okay.  Her entire being was focused on a sexual experience, one that was building to an incredible climax.

“Are you close?”

“Mmm-hmm,” she purred, wishing he’d angle the vibrator just a tad higher so she could explode.  Once again, she felt his finger circling her anus, waiting for her to verbally accept.  “Now.  Please, now,” she begged.

He complied, but very slowly as she felt the splendid fullness filling her.  Her pussy seemed to tighten on the vibrator.

“Oh,” she gasped, “that’s…”  She couldn’t complete her sentence as the sensations rose up and seemed to meet his fingers as they collided somewhere in the middle.  This wasn’t the kind of orgasm she was used to.  Her body stiffened, the cheeks of her ass closed down on his hand and her head curled forward, her chin touched her chest as the sensory bursts waved through her.

She didn’t have to tell him to stop.  He seemed to know it was all she could take—all she could do to keep from crying out in blissful abandonment.

She knew it was safe to relax; he wouldn’t push her right now.  She would be allowed time to recover.  She listened as he walked away; this time he didn’t go to the kitchen sink, but his footfalls told her he’d went down the hallway to her bathroom.  She continued to listen, hearing him wash and then, interestingly enough, brush his teeth and gargle.  She laughed briefly, glad that even though he played dirty, at least he cleaned up.  Besides, she wasn’t sure she could have brought herself to kiss him again if he didn’t clean his mouth. 

He returned with another hot, moist washcloth and began cleaning her when she decided to ask him some questions.

“Am I the first woman you’ve tied up?”

He paused for a second and then went back to cleaning her.

“I mean is this how you get your kicks, breaking into someone’s house and ravaging them?”

“No.”

“No to which question?”

“Both.”

“So, you have tied another woman up?”

“Yes.”

“Blindfolded her?”

“No.”

“Did you sneak into her house?”

“No.  You’re the first.”

She pondered that response.  “Will I be the last?”

“I hope so.”

That was even more to ponder.  What did he mean by that?  She gave careful consideration to the next word that proceeded from her lips, “Why?”

He was silent.

“Why?” she pressed.

She could hear him doing something with the straps; suddenly she could bring her arms together.  He sat her up and brought her to be seated on the edge of the table.  She decided to lunge for the mask, but he was apparently holding the other end of the straps.

“Tell me why?” she asked with a little more force.

“Stand.”

“No—tell me why you want me to be the last.”

“Obey.”

She didn’t
want
to obey, but she also didn’t want their evening to end.  Her feet were tingly when they reached the carpeted floor.  Her knees folded, but he was quick to support her.  His bare body now pressed to hers as he held her.

“Kneel.”

She lowered herself to her knees, her arms being stretched apart once more as he tied her to the legs of the table.  She could tell that he was still very close to her—she felt the heat coming off of him. 

“My turn,” he whispered, pressing his cock once again to her face.

She wasn’t timid this time.  She eagerly opened her mouth and accepted.  When he moaned, she pulled away.  “Tell me why,” she persisted, “or I won’t do this anymore.”

He put himself back against her lips, but she refused to open her mouth this time.

“We’re done,” he stated with a certain amount of finality to his voice.

“NO!  No, please don’t leave me.”

He wasn’t answering but she could tell that he was putting his clothes back on.  Crap!  What had she done?! She didn’t want him to be finished.  She wanted him to fuck her—like she’d never wanted in her life!  The thought of him leaving before satisfying himself was like insanity enveloping her mind. 

“I’m sorry—please, I—I want to suck your cock. Don’t leave.  I promise I’ll stop asking questions.”

All was silent.  She could hear him breathing, and she could feel his eyes raking over her even if she couldn’t see him.  She slowly licked her lips, tasting the remnant of his flavor.  “I want you,” she whimpered.

She felt his fingers slide into her hair, his palm cupping the back of her head as he allowed her to rub her face against his jeans.  He was still rock hard.  She cupped her lips over the place where she knew the end of his cock was and blew warm air into the fabric.  She allowed her teeth to scrape over denim.

“Leave this alone,” he whispered, touching her blindfold.

She swallowed, “Okay.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.  I won’t touch the blindfold.”

As soon as he released her from the straps, her hands felt for the button on his jeans.  She could tell he liked it.  She could tell it was what he wanted all along.  She had completely surrendered to him.  She would leave the blindfold in place until
he
removed it.  She was content to be under his control even if that meant not knowing who he was.

She pulled down the zipper and eagerly found him.  She was hungry for him now; she finally wanted to know what it was like to have a man’s cock in her mouth.  She wouldn’t stop until he came.  She wasn’t sure what she would do in that moment, but she had a feeling he would help her figure it out.

He was pulling his jeans down when her hands drifted around to find the firm, muscled cheeks of his ass.  She gripped them and drew him into her.  That was when it occurred to her that he was clean shaven—there was no hair at the base of his cock.  When she tried to swallow all of him, she gagged and then apologized.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, his hands caressing her shoulders, “I like it.  Cover your teeth.”

She wasn’t sure what that meant so she tried the only thing that made sense by tucking her lips overtop her teeth.  He gave an exquisite moan.  She’d done it right—and it thrilled her to do something right for him!  She tried to swallow when the head touched her tonsils; she still gagged, but this time she brought one hand to the base of his shaft as her other cupped and fondled his balls. 

“Stroke it,” he requested.

As she began to stroke and suck, she could sense that she was about to make him climax.  Breathlessly she pulled her mouth away, but continued to stroke him.  “What do I do?”

“Let me come in your mouth.”

“But I’ve never...”

“I think you’ll like it.”

She was confident now; if he said she would like it then she would trust him.  She felt his legs spread slightly.  She shifted from cupping his balls with one hand to allowing her fingers to slip between the cheeks of his ass.  His groan was primal and heady.  She was certain that her fingernails would not be appreciated, but the pad of her index might be okay.  She felt a little squeamish as she placed her finger against his anus, but she could sense his happiness over her bravery.

“Here it comes, Jade.  Push.”

She was unsure, but she guessed he wanted her to push against his sphincter muscle.  As soon as she did, she realized he was beyond the point of holding back.

He gripped her head and cried out. 

The spurt of his come against her throat scared her but she didn’t stop—she swallowed.  His orgasm was enough to make her wish for one herself as she literally felt his anal muscles pulsing against her fingertip.  She had done this for him and she experienced the deep euphoria of pleasing him.  Wow!! Jade was suddenly unbelievably horny!

He was still breathing pretty hard when she grabbed his hand and guided it between her legs.  His surprise was immediate.

“Fuck you’re wet!”

“Make me come again,” she implored.

He was tipping her back slowly, supporting her neck in one hand and the small of her back in his other as he laid her on the carpet.

“Spread your legs,” he demanded.

This time she had no inhibitions as she parted them as wide as possible.

“You’re going to help this time,” he whispered, guiding her own hand to her crotch.

She’d never felt her body this aroused; her labia felt large and thick, swollen with blood and desire.  Her clitoris was sensitive and stiffened to attention.  She dipped into the lubricious ambrosia flowing from her entrance and played in its exquisite slickness.  Damn that felt good!

She heard him opening the flip top and she wondered if he was lubing his finger.  Then she heard the vibrator.

When the tip of the vibrator pushed gently against her sphincter, she instinctively clinched her muscles.

“Relax,” he whispered.  “Keep playing.  I won’t hurt you—much.”

She swallowed.  This was the first time he’d mentioned any pain.

His hot mouth found her nipple and sucked down—hard.

Damn!  She could feel the quivers starting as she slid her fingers faster against her pleasure.

“Ready?”

“Uh-huh,” she hesitantly responded.

He began pushing the vibrator into her ass, her body now trying to accept it but it was larger than his finger.  The pain was slight, but the pleasure was mounting.  She pulled her hand away from her pussy; she’d never masturbated for anyone.

“Don’t stop, Jade.”

“I-I-can’t,” she cried.

“Do it with me,” he instructed, guiding her hand back between her legs.  He pushed the vibrator in deeper.

She was whimpering at this point, not knowing if she could bring herself to finish the masturbation.