Chapter3

Madam G said he knew nothing, so it was impossible for him to know why I was doing this.

“The blindfold,” he repeated. His voice was far deeper and more authoritative than I had anticipated. I hurriedly pulled the blindfold off. I stood looking at the shadowy figure before me, and it sent an involuntary shiver down my spine—a visceral understanding that I was in the presence of something powerful, utterly dangerous, and now, unnervingly aware.

The room was barely lit; all I could see was his shadow, the outline of him. He was tall, and the closer he got to me, I realized he was taller than anyone I’ve ever seen. He stood in front of me; I had to look up. I didn’t.

“Nervous?” He asked

“Yes.”

“Don’t be,” he replied, taking my hand and leading me to a corner of the room. He put a glass in my hand. The smell of the wine was strong and pungent, and I knew these were the expensive ones. I never made it a habit of drinking, but I needed liquid courage. I leaned the glass to my lips and tipped it back, drinking it all at once.

I heard him chuckle, “I’m not going to hurt. you. Well, I intend to fuck you, but that is more of pleasure and not pain,” he said. His warm breath on my neck. I could feel my body shaking.

“Another glass?” he asked

“Yes, please.”

He took the glass from me and then handed it back to me, and I drank it all at once. God help me. I could feel him behind me; Jesus, he was tall.

“Last chance, darling.” He said

“Let’s get it over with,” I said, the wine starting to take effect.

When his hands closed around my neck, an involuntary moan escaped my lips. He picked me up off the floor.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he said, his voice husky and laced with something else. The minute I did, he took my mouth, kissing me, his tongue speared into my mouth, causing me to groan. When he dropped me onto what I think the bed was, he leaned over and pulled me up and took the dress off. In one second, he had my bra off, and I felt my body jerk as he ripped my underwear off, and for a second, I was afraid.

He leaned over me, causing me to lie back on the bed, his mouth on mine.

“Don’t worry, darling, I’m not a brute; I just needed to be able to touch every inch of you,” he said with lust.

When he sealed his lips over mine, my hands went to his hair, sliding through and tugging. He moved, and then his mouth surrounded the tip of my nipple. I let out a gasp. When I felt his hands pushed between my legs, I felt like I was going to combust.

"Have you ever had an orgasm before?" he asked.

“No,” I said with a moan.

"Good.”

When he slid a finger into me, my eyes closed against the feeling. My back bowed as I clenched eagerly around his finger. I couldn't hold back anymore and started moaning.

“Your moans are fucking music to my ears,” he said with a groan.

Jesus Christ, he was undoing me. Is this normal? Was this what other women felt? I didn't feel him move; when his tongue speared into me, it was so intense that I lost all control. I never knew it could feel this way; I knew I would never forget this.

“Fuck, women shouldn’t taste this sweet,” he said with a growl.

The pad of his thumb rubbed my clitoris in gentle circles. As he continued to torment me with his tongue, it was driving me insane.

“Come for me, darling,” he said, and everything tightened in my core. He massaged my clit and pushed his fingers in and out in a steady rhythm.

“Come,” he ordered, and I climaxed with a cry, my grip on his shoulder as my hips pumped onto his hand. Jesus, this felt unreal; I never knew this was a feeling. When his tongue touched my clit, fluttering over it, the hunger built again. It was so intense that it scared me. I never knew I was capable of feeling these feelings.

He kept teasing my trembling slit and taunting me with the promise of another orgasm, and I knew it would happen. When his tongue speared into me, I let out a loud groan. I came a second time, my body shaking violently. He moved and was over me, staring down at me silently.

His fingers hovered for a moment, and a shiver ran through me, a mixture of anticipation and dread. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. His fingers slid into my wet heat, and a quiet sigh escaped me as I felt myself tighten around him, my flesh clinging to his digits like a sucking mouth. He stretched me wider with his fingers as he sucked my tongue before releasing my lips and making his way down my small frame to my chest. I whimpered as he licked and sucked on my flesh, every touch a searing brand.

“Open for me, darling. I’m going to fuck you with my fingers first to get you ready to take me.”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t

He played with my clit with his thumb while sucking a nipple deep into his mouth. I was already wet, so wet, but he worked me, sliding in and out with his fingers until I was drenched, drowning. I clenched my legs tight around his hand, trapping his palm against my heat.

“Please,” I whimpered, a sound escaping me I barely recognized. It was too much for me.

“I’m going to give you my mouth now.”

He slid down my body until he lay between my widespread thighs. He pulled his fingers from inside me. He spread me open with his fingers before giving me his tongue. A low growl came from the pit of his gut and reverberated through my core. I felt his hand pressed against my flat tummy, holding me in place for his tongue that was now fucking in and out of me. I could feel myself slipping deeper under his spell. He ate my pussy and thumbed my clit with his hand on my stomach while holding my ass in his other hand like an offering.

It was so passionate; my hands instinctively clasped his head, holding him in place as he sunk his tongue as far into me as it would go. I thrashed around on his tongue; my moans filled the room. I tried to move, but he grabbed my legs and pulled me to him, pushing his head harder against my pussy until his teeth scraped gently along my clit.

My response to his ministrations left me speechless, and only the intense, consuming sensations he evoked were all I felt. I could feel how careful he was trying to be.