Blindfolded

Blindfolded

Author: DKM

Rating: NC-17

Summary: A blindfold can definitely add a lot of spice to a night of passion.

Author’s Note: Oh, whatever… I really need to get a life instead of writing smut. Boredom does this to a person. I’ve had way to much lately. I just hope you liked it.

Disclaimer: This story contains explicit sexual acts and may be inappropriate for anyone under the age of 18 (yadda yadda yadda). This story also contains characters that I did not create (ie: the characters from Fastlane: Van and Billie). Remember, I'm just borrowing. No money making. Only love making! (God, that was corny!)


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He sat quietly on the edge of the canopied bed where she'd told him to sit, clad only in his jeans and boxers. His eyes were closed yet he could hear the sounds of her moving about the room. He felt the bed move as she took her place behind him on her knees. "No peeking," she whispered, her breath warm on his neck, the tiny hairs standing on end. She'd always had the power to make his body tingle with excitement, always anticipating her touch, aching for it.

She placed a black piece of cloth over his eyes and tied it behind his head. He opened his eyes a little, but everything was dark even though he knew there was candlelight everywhere and a dimly lit lamp across the room.

He felt her fingers glide through his hair, knowing what was coming next; she'd done it many times before. She took a handful of the chestnut hair that fell just to his neck and gently pulled his head back, he liked to resist her, not letting her have her way so easily. She sunk her teeth gently into his neck until he softly cried out. Such sweet pain, he thought as she kissed the place she'd bitten him. He'd never told her, but he was sure she knew by his actions, he loved to be dominated by her. When he let her do as she wished it always intensified the moment for him, his orgasms were explosive and left his head spinning.

She took his hands and placed them together behind his back. She wrapped another piece of cloth around his wrists, so tight he couldn't free himself no matter how hard he tried, yet without cutting off his circulation. "Do you feel vulnerable baby?" she asked him, with a smile.

"Mmm, maybe a little," he said softly.

"Good," was her reply. She knew very well that he loved this side of her. His body didn't lie; she knew what every sigh and moan that escaped his lips meant. She'd learned long ago how to read his sounds and movements when they made love; she knew what he wanted without his need to ask for it.

She guided him onto his stomach in the middle of the bed. He listened closely as she moved off the bed and across the room. She returned, kneeling next to him on the bed, watching the muscles in his back and arms ripple with anticipation. His body was on fire already, not knowing for certain what she was going to do next.

A shiver shot through his body when drops of ice cold water hit his back. She was holding an ice cube in her hand, melting it with the warmth of her palm, the drops splashing on his hot skin. Then he felt her warm tongue lapping up the water on his back. He sighed softly in response. The cool drops of water hit his skin again, then suddenly he took in a sharp breath, something very hot was dropping on his skin as well. It burned, it was painful for just a few seconds and then it would cool again and he would sigh with relief until she did it again. She'd never done something like this before, this was all new to him, these dramatically different sensations he found exciting. "What are you doing to me?" he asked softly. He trusted her, knew she wouldn't hurt him, but his curiosity was getting the best of him.

"Shhh, baby, I won't hurt you," she breathed into his ear. She tilted the burning candle she was holding and let a few more drops of the red wax fall on his skin and he gasped, his fingernails digging into his palm. Once the wax hardened she took the pieces off his back and set them on the table. She took the ice cube and slid it from the waistband of his pants to his neck and back down again. He shivered until her tongue warmed him again.

She slid the piece of ice into her mouth while she helped turn him on his side. She lay next to him, her face inches from his. Her lips grazed his; he was so hungry for more. He wanted to taste her, taste the wine he knew was lingering on her lips from earlier. She continued to tease him, biting at his bottom lip. He almost believed she had vampire in her the way she loved to bite him and he desperately wanted to be her victim.

She parted her lips and slid her tongue into his mouth, slipping the ice cube in along with it. He willingly accepted the cold cube, sucking it into his mouth while she ran her tongue down his chin towards his jaw and finally to his neck, tasting the saltiness of his moist, flushed skin. Seems the ice on his back hadn't cooled him off for too long.

She rolled him on his back. He adjusted himself so that he was comfortable lying on top of his hands still bound behind him. Straddling his legs she opened the button of his jeans then slid the zipper down, exposing his belly. Her tongue flicked across his navel and his skin erupted in thousands of good bumps. His breathing became raspy as her tongue moved down his belly and to the waistband of his boxers. Her fingers lightly grazed his skin as she hooked them around his jeans and slid them down his hips, tossing them on the floor. She could see the small amount of pain and pleasure she'd given him was already working, his cock was straining against his cotton boxers, begging to be freed. She crawled the length of the bed, making sure she kept her skin in continuous contact with his. She placed her lips just inches away from his ear. "Do you want me to continue my game?" she whispered. He nodded yes. "Have you been bad, baby?" she whispered. Again he nodded yes. He was dying for her to touch him; he wanted her lips wrapped around his cock, her hands in his hair, her nails scraping down his back. How he wished he could see her, but being oblivious to her next move made his desire for her touch all the more exciting.

He could feel her hair brushing against his cheek. How sweet it smelled, he'd always been intoxicated by the scent of her perfume, her shampoo and that special scent that was hers alone. He felt her lips on his chest, her fingers running down his smooth skin. When her fingers or lips almost made contact with his nipples he'd arch his back, begging for her to touch them, but she didn't. She found teasing him to be more entertaining. He whimpered, he couldn't help himself, this was pure torture and knowing her the way he did, she could do this for hours. That was her pleasure; she didn't necessarily need him to make love to her to enjoy herself. There were times though that she could no longer control herself and he'd find himself madly thrusting his cock into her, so hard that he was sure he was hurting her, but her cries were of passion not pain. He knew that if he was hurting her, she'd tell him.

"What do you want, Van? Tell me," she whispered. She knew exactly what he wanted, but she loved hearing him say it, the tremble in his voice when she had him this vulnerable was a thrilling sensation. She knew the power she possessed over him; he was hers, mind, body and soul.

"Bite them…please bite my nipples…," he replied, his breath ragged. "Bite them…" he murmured one last time.

Her tongue traced little circles around his nipples, but avoiding them, not willing to give in to him just yet. She wanted him begging and she knew if she held out for just a few more seconds he'd do just that.

"Please," he moaned, tossing his head back and forth. "Please….you're killing me…."

"Come on Van, I know you can do better than that," she whispered, urging him to beg for more.

He began struggling with the cloth tied around his wrists, desperately trying to free himself. "Oooh please, I need to feel your lips," he pleaded. She could hear the desperation in his voice. He continued to struggle against his restraints, until the sound of cloth ripping stopped them both in their tracks. "Now you're in trouble," she told him.

She rolled him onto his stomach, examining the ripped cloth before retying it securely around his wrists. She straddled his hips, sitting on his ass. She leaned down, grabbing his hair, pulling his head back and whispered in his ear, "You know I have to punish you now, baby."

"I know," he replied softly. As much as his voice made his response sound fearful, he was getting just what he wanted.

She moved off of him and yanked his boxers roughly off his body. She ran her fingernails down the cheeks of his ass and he squirmed. "Does that tickle?" she asked.

"Yes," he replied. She ran her fingernails down them again, harder this time, leaving red streaks on his skin. He yelped in pain.

"Didn't tickle that time did it?" she grinned, digging her nails in once more.

"No…no, I'm so sorry I tried to free myself, I won't do it again," he replied, breathless.

"That's better," she replied, releasing her hold on his ass.

She helped him turn over on his back once more and she picked up where she'd left off on his chest. She was feeling slightly generous and gave him what he'd been begging for. She circled his nipple with her tongue and finally took it into her mouth. He moaned softly his back arching upwards, "Oh yesss!"

Without warning she bit down hard on his nipple. He sucked in his breath, the need to cry out again taking him over. She gently licked his nipple to ease the pain she'd caused him. He sighed; he didn't know how much more he could take. She knew how to confuse his entire being, one minute she was causing him pain and the next she was the gentlest woman in the world. He loved it nonetheless; he loved her like no other. She fulfilled every side of his personality.

"Ahh," he cried out again, her teeth sinking into his tender nipple again. As she moved onto his lap and straddled his thighs, he realized that at some point when she'd left him she'd undressed as well. His cock was pressed up against her pussy, she was warm and wet, but she wouldn't allow him inside. She leaned down, her naked breasts coming into full contact with his chest, her hardened nipples pressing into him. She whispered, "How much do you think you can take this time Van?" He could feel something tickling his arm, something with many strips of material dangling from it and he flinched.

"As much as you can give me," he replied boldly, knowing this would only provoke her to torture him longer.

"We'll see about that," she replied, jerking herself off of his lap. He felt her move off the bed. "Get up!" He obeyed, moving towards the edge of the bed and standing. She forcefully turned him around and untied his hands. He rubbed his wrists, but only briefly before she grabbed his hands again. She stood him at the bottom of the bed and he felt the cold metal and heard the sound of the clicking of a pair of handcuffs being placed around one wrist. She placed the other handcuff on the other side of the metal pole of the canopy bed frame and locked it around his other wrist.

He felt the same leather material from earlier moving up his back when he realized what it was….a cat 'o nine tails she'd bought a few weeks ago. He wondered when he was going to get to feel it on his skin the day she'd brought it home and showed it to him. His cock had strained against his tight leather pants instantly when she took it out of the bag and dangled it in front of his face with a wicked grin.

"So," she said, breathing in his ear, "you think you can take all I can give, huh? Feeling rather bold tonight aren't you?" She moved closer, grabbing his hair again and pulling his head back, "It's not wise to test my limits."

He was silent. She pushed his head forward, bending him slightly at the waist, his ass sticking out, waiting for the first blow. His skin tingled with anticipation. She tickled his ass and back with the strips of leather, dragging them up and down his skin. He sighed softly, relaxing his muscles.

In an instant she drew back and gave Van the first blow, the sound echoing through the room. He cried out throwing his head back and gripping the metal pole tightly in his hands, his knuckles turning white, his entire body tightening. Once more the strips of leather landed on his skin and he arched his back, his ass sticking back farther, begging for another. She obliged him with a grin.

"Do you like it?" she demanded. He nodded and she immediately grabbed his hair forcefully, "I want to hear you say it!"

"Yessss, yes….I love it," he moaned.

She released his hair and lovingly stroked it, his lips curved into a smile but it wasn't for her to see, he hoped she hadn’t seen. He wasn't allowed to show her how much he enjoyed her domination. She didn't want to see that, not in such an up front manner. She wanted to break him, make him beg for her to be gentle with him.

He heard her drop the small whip to the floor and her footsteps moving around him, in front of him. He was afraid she had seen him smile and was plotting his punishment, but she hadn’t. Instead he felt her fingers grazing his thighs and her lips closing around his. "Mmm, Van, your lips taste like heaven," she whispered. He knew she was losing some of her control; she was beginning to give in to her own needs now. He found it very ironic, she was the dominator, but in truth he was the one with the real control of the situation. Her actions were determined by his responses, which placed him in the dominating position.

Her lips left a trail of kisses down his chin, his neck, his chest, pausing briefly to give his nipples some attention again. He longed to reach out and touch her hair, run his fingers through the silky strands. She knelt in front of him, her hands on his hips and he gasped when her lips wrapped around his cock. Her tongue swirled around the head with the expertise only she would know he loved. His hips rocked slightly, matching her in and out rhythm. She started to hum softly in the back of her throat, a trick she'd learned with a former lover. The vibrations of her humming sent chills racing up Van’s spine. She pumped his cock in and out of her mouth slightly faster, completely swallowing him, her tongue pushing hard against the underside of his cock. Her fingers crept down her body, finding their way to her drenched pussy and softly stroking her clit. She let out a small moan at her first touch. He knew instantly she was pleasuring herself while she sucked his cock.

Her other hand was busy caressing Van’s balls, gently squeezing them, adding to the sensations he was already experiencing. "Baby," Van said, knowing he had every right to call her that now, he was in control even with handcuffs wrapped around his wrists, "let me watch you…I want to see you suck my cock and stroke your pussy."

"Mmm, not yet," she replied, she wanted the control she knew she'd lost to return to her and keeping him blindfolded was a way of doing that. She wrapped her hand around his cock moving it to the same rhythm as her mouth, long even strokes, stretching him as she pulled him out. The handcuffs dug into his wrists as he strained against them.

His body shuddered and a growl escaped his lips as he came into her mouth. She lapped up everything he offered her, eagerly tasting him. His entire body was alive and on fire and now he wanted, no needed, to taste her.

Their roles reversed again. "Take me out of these handcuffs," he growled. "Now!"

She obeyed him, taking the handcuffs off immediately. He ripped the blindfold off his face and forcefully grabbed her in his arms. His mouth found hers, exploring it with his tongue. She sighed, melting into his body. He pulled away from her, gazing into her eyes, his hand creeping down between her thighs, coating his fingers with her essence. "I want to taste you, Billie," he whispered, placing his moist fingers into his mouth and sucking her juices off of them. He pushed her back on the bed and took his place between her open thighs.

He kissed her inner thighs, dragging his tongue over her skin. She shivered with excitement, longing for him to slip his tongue into her. He wrapped his arms around her legs, opening her pussy widely with his hands he dipped his head down and took his first taste. It was her turn to whimper. He was very skilled with his tongue, circling her clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. In between he'd slip his tongue into her opening, then flattening it he'd slowly lick all the way up to her clit, like she was his favorite flavored ice cream cone. He slid a couple of his fingers inside of her, fucking her with them while he nibbled on her throbbing clit. She moaned her response, "Oh Van." She tangled her fingers in his soft hair, pushing him closer to her. He sucked her clit into his mouth and gently rolled it between his teeth. Her hips bucked up towards him, begging for him to continue. He fucked her with his fingers harder and faster, keeping the same rhythm as his tongue until she screamed his name in ecstasy, her juices flowing out onto his hand and lips, her hips pushing into his face. He slid his fingers into his mouth as she watched him, savoring her unique flavor.

Her body was exhausted, he'd taken everything out of her, but he had other plans. In the time it had taken to pleasure her and the fact that it turned him on to please her, his cock had hardened once more. She eyed him and he grinned at her as he placed himself between her thighs and plunged his cock into her sopping pussy. She cried out with each thrust, each time his body came in contact with her still throbbing clit. She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him closer, burying his cock deeply inside of her. She tightened her feminine muscles around his cock as he slid in and out slowly. Pulling almost completely out and sliding back in. She leaned forward and her lips found his nipples, he'd admitted to her that he loved it when she'd suck them while he fucked her.

Van grabbed her hair and pulled her away from his nipples and to his lips. He devoured her mouth hungrily, moving towards her neck and biting her flesh. She flinched, her breath coming in ragged spurts. It was her turn to feel that sweet pain.

The constant pressure of Van’s body hitting her clit sent her off and she came again, slicking her pussy up once more. This extra lubrication only aided in Van’s thrusting. He felt her tighten around his cock, her muscles pulsing, milking his cock, begging him to explode inside of her. He pounded into her, feeling like he was going to rip her apart at any moment, but she encouraged him. "Fuck me Van, oooh yes, baby, fuck me," she whispered. She grabbed his hips and he slammed into her one last violent thrust and exploded inside of her.

"Oh Billie…..yesssssss!!!!!"

He fell on top of her, breathless and spent. She ran her fingers through his hair as he waited for his breath to return to normal. He closed his eyes and held her close.

"I love you, Billie," he whispered.

"I love you too, Van," she replied, kissing the top of his head.