I expect Macy to crawl onto the bed but instead, I hear her feet padding softly away. I lift my head... tilt it to the side, and yup... the receding echo tells me she's walking out of the bedroom.
"Where are you going?" I call out.
She doesn't answer, but then again, I didn't expect her to. She said she wanted me to concentrate on touch, which meant she was going to deny me as many other sensations as she could. She's taken my sight, and she's doing what she can to diminish my sense of hearing by withholding her sultry voice.
It's utterly quiet for a moment, and then I hear her moving around in my kitchen. I can hear drawers being pulled open, and then the swish of them closing again. The clang of metal... I think she's in my utensil drawer, and that starts a small kernel of apprehension to bud within my chest. A drawer closes and her footsteps come back into the room.
A noise comes from the dresser and I think she may have set her purse there, because I can hear the muted noise of keys jangling. I envision in my head that she's rooting around in there for something, and I have to wonder what in the hell she brought.
Not as much as I wonder what in the hell she took from my kitchen drawer, but I expect I'm about to find out soon enough.
Finally, the mattress dips and then Macy's familiar weight is back on me, now straddling my lower stomach. I can feel the heat emanating from her sex as she sits against me. She takes a moment and pushes the hem of my t-shirt up my chest. I can feel her hair as she must be bending over, and then she presses soft lips into the center of my sternum. It's a sweet move and marginally relaxes me.
She lifts up, leans to the side as pressure increases just above my right hip, and then she's centered again. She lays something cold on my stomach, and my muscles seize up. I have no clue what it is. A knife? Spatula? Egg beaters?
Before I can even think to voice my concern, the cold object is gone and Macy is pulling down hard on the collar of my t-shirt. The fabric stretches and she pulls it down so far, her knuckles graze right over the center of my chest where she just kissed me. She halts her movement. I tense, and then instantly relax as I hear the sound of fabric being sheared.
Scissors.
She got scissors out of my drawer, and now she's cutting my t-shirt from my collar down the middle.
I let out a breath of deep relief as I realize she's stripping me the only way she can since I'm effectively tied to the four corners of the bed.
Just as quickly, I hear the cutting noise stop. A slight shift and I know she's dumped the scissors because now both hands are free and she's pushing the material of my t-shirt up again. I can tell by the way she smoothes her hands along my skin at my ribs, making pushing motions against the material in the back, that she didn't cut all the way through, and I can't imagine why.
That is until she swiftly enlightens me on her intentions by leaning forward, bunching the remaining material, and pushing it up over my chin. I open my mouth to ask what she's doing because I only have the sense of touch to go by, and then she's tucking the banded t-shirt into my mouth.
Effectively gagging me.
I give a muffled groan and a slight buck of my hips to let her know of my annoyance, but truth be told... it's kind of hot.
I can almost see her in my imagination smiling down at me in sensuous promise.
I wait to see what she does next.
Chapter 6
Macy chuckles softly, I'm sure amused at her handiwork so far. I give another buck of my hips, playfully reminding her that I still have power left. She makes a tsking sound as she moves down my body, nudging my legs to spread apart.
I gladly comply because now we're getting to the good stuff. Now my cock is going to get some attention.
The mattress shifts, and then Macy is running the cold safety edge of the scissors against my lower abdomen. When she pulls on the elastic edging, I realize she's getting ready to cut my underwear off me.
Very close to my beloved cock and balls.
My body tenses, but I don't make a sound. I'm not about to give her the satisfaction of knowing that, at this moment, I'm singularly terrified she might make a slip and cut me. I know she wouldn't do it on purpose a la Lorena Bobbitt style, but still... no man wants scissors near his tender jewels.
Macy nudges my cock to the side, and then shields it effectively while she puts the scissors to work. She only gives a quick nip through the elastic, and I know this because I can hear the scissors hit the hardwood floor, then both of her hands are pulling hard on the material, and my briefs are ripping straight down the middle.
Cool air flutters over my balls, and my cock stretches and swells further. I can feel Macy pushing the underwear remnants to each side, but she makes no move to pull them all the way free from my legs.
She's utterly still for just a moment, but not a moment too long before her mouth is taking me in deep. I groan into my gag and my heels dig into the mattress, raising my hips off the bed.
Yes, yes, yes.
A blow job from Macy while I'm tied up is a sacrifice I can make if it's really needed.
Her movements are expertly fluid. She licks, sucks, and scrapes in all the right ways. One hand goes to rest on my stomach, the other flutters in between my legs so she can massage my balls. I spread my legs further to give her better access, and without even slowing her pace or lifting her head to see what she's doing, I can feel her fingers give my balls a tiny break while she pushes and maneuvers the remnants of my shredded briefs backward until they are bunched up under my lower back.
Now she has unimpeded access, and she goes to town on me. Mouth working hard, fingers gentle on the jewels. She lightly strokes the skin behind my balls, and moves closer to my ass. I know what she's going to do, and I tense and yearn for it at the same time. She taught me something new about myself when she first sucked my cock--that there were parts of my body I had absolutely no clue how they worked.
But now I know and even spread my legs a little further in silent invitation because I'm still gagged and only able to groan out my desires.
Macy immediately rewards me by pressing a soft fingertip to my tight hole, and I bite down hard on the cotton in my mouth. I want it, but I don't want it, and that only heightens my senses all the more to her touch.
But then her fingers are gone, and her mouth lifts off my cock. Cold air causes tingles to race up and down the slick skin she left behind. My balls throb for her touch again.
I can feel Macy rise up a bit on the bed. She shifts her weight, which I can now sense from the dipping of the mattress, then I hear the clear and unmistakable sound of a bottle of lube clicking open.
The sound seems to reverberate in the air, promising me something sinful and dirty.
I twist against my bonds. My ears strain to hear more. I strain to see past the thin film of hazy light underneath the tie that rests over the bridge of my nose. My cock strains upward for more of Macy's mouth.
A soft hand comes underneath my right thigh, urging me to raise my leg a bit. I place my foot flat on the mattress and lift my leg, but Macy directs it higher and spreads it out a little further. She turns her body... and... is that her shoulder now under my thigh? More maneuvering as the bed dips near my ass, and the next thing I know, my leg is resting across Macy's back and shoulder. At least I think that's what I'm feeling, and I'm picturing her on her hands and knees with her face very close to my aching dick because I can feel her breath wafting over my skin.
This position causes my leg to come completely off the bed, my knee pushing back toward my chest with Macy carrying all its weight. I consciously try to hold it up off her, but there's no doubt as to the effect she was going for with all of this positioning. She wants me spread wide open for her and the reason why has my cock leaking mightily.
A quick dip of her head and Macy does nothing more than give a hard suck to the tip of my shaft before letting it pop free. It's unexpected, slightly painful, and yet I'd kill to have her do it again.
I hear the lube squ
irting free and a nanosecond later, it's dribbling over my balls, running downward toward the crack of my ass.
She squeezes more lube... more silky streams running down in between my legs.
I expect her fingers to follow. I expect her mouth back on my cock. I expect I'm going to have a massive orgasm before too long.
What I don't expect though is an unfamiliar object being pressed against my ass. My butt cheeks reflexively try to squeeze tight, cutting off the foreign invader. The object stops right against my hole, but Macy doesn't put it away. She gently rests a hand on my stomach, keeping whatever that is down below pressed to my sensitive skin. Her fingers stroke my belly, silently telling me to be calm. To trust.
I try to relax, and maybe I do marginally, because her hand is gone from my abdomen and she starts to push the object at my back door slowly. God, if she's got a fucking nine-inch glass dildo she's trying to fuck me with, I'm going to kill her. I have no doubt in my mind I'll be able to tear these binds if she tries to push that in me.
But I still don't tighten back up, and I realize... even though I just imagined my worst nightmare when it comes to sex, there's no way Macy would do that to me. There's no way she'd try, knowing it was going to hurt... a lot.
I give over to the moment, completely relaxing my legs, and I can almost feel the air around me change as Macy realizes my submission is complete. The object is smooth, slightly cold, and as the tip breaches my hole, I realize it's not very thick. Maybe the size of my own index finger.
I'm guessing an anal dildo, possibly made of stainless steel, which... that's fine.
Actually... more than fine.
Feels really fucking good as it ever so slowly inches inward, grazing against the skin covering my prostate. But then the sensation becomes more intense... it's feeling fuller, and I now understand that what is in me is a plug, flared wider near the base.
There's a sharp sting of pain as I stretch to take it, causing a groan to tear out of my chest, only to get stopped by the gag in my mouth. It's overall not too bad, and then my ring of muscles relax as it tapers again, indicating it's fully engaged. Macy gives a tiny pat to the flat surface, which moves it slightly inside me. My hips jerk against the sizzle of pleasure that slings through me.
I have a fucking butt plug in my ass.
Macy put a goddamn butt plug in me, and Jesus... it feels fucking amazing, and now, more than ever, I'm grateful for her kinky side.
Now... I really expect Macy to get back to sucking cock, but she scrambles from the bed, causing my right leg to drop to the mattress, which jostles the plug in me again. Damn, that feels good.
I'm only bewildered for a second, then her hands are grabbing my ankles and she's pulling my legs together. It makes the fullness inside my ass increase exponentially as my ass cheeks constrict inward, and then she's quickly tying more silk ties to bind my ankles together. I don't even think to try to deny her, because I'm still a little overwhelmed over what she's done to me so far.
Her soft footsteps come closer to me... around to the side of the bed. Macy crawls up, swings a leg over, and straddles me. She leans in and kisses my neck... open mouthed with a flick of her tongue. It's sweet and gentle, and then it's gone.
Because she's grabbing my cock in hand, bringing it right to her entrance, and then she's pushing down, surrounding me with tight, wet heat. She sinks down, all the way, and then grinds against me when she reaches the end. That pushes my ass into the mattress, causes friction against the plug.
"Nnnnnhhhh." I give a garbled moan into my mouth full of cotton.
Macy gives me no respite. She's immediately rising up and in my mind, I can envision the muscles contracting and releasing in her thighs as she fucks me. Rises up to the tip, slams back down... jams the plug against the surrounding tissues.
She's fierce in her fucking... riding me hard. I know I'm hitting her deep because she's immediately moaning. I don't feel her hands on me so in my mind, she's got them on her breasts, tweaking her nipples with her head thrown back in ecstasy. Macy bounces up and down on me viciously, the slide of my cock along her pussy, the plug almost seeming to thump inside of me.
It's just too fucking much.
My balls tingle. Pressure forms in my lower back. My ass cheeks squeeze hard, and my orgasm starts to bubble. I'm almost there--
Macy shrieks out into the silence, a long wailing, "Y-e-e-e-s-s-s-s..." and her pussy strangles my cock in a strong grip. I've watched her come so many times already that I don't need the visual to know. I know her neck muscles are elongated yet corded, her eyes are squeezed shut, and her mouth will be parted as she gasps for air.
And even as she's in the throes of her own passion, she never stops fucking me.
Not even for a moment.
And that is my undoing.
That she is still making this all about me. Even though her body is so sensitive to me, to our brand of fucking, and will usually erupt on a dime, she doesn't let it distract her from her main purpose of giving me the ride of my life.
She only gets to stroke me two more times before I make a feeble effort to thrust upward into her, which is impossible the way I'm tied, and then my cock is unloading. With every pump jetting into her pussy, my ass contracts around the plug, which in turn causes major tremors to erupt once again.
My groan is once again so muffled that the only way that Macy knows I'm coming is because of the tightening of my muscles and the warm liquid splashing against her insides.
Fuck... feels so good.
Having absolutely no control.
No ability to move, to see, or to even make dirty talk. I couldn't thrust my hips inside of her. I depended on her for every single bit of the pleasure I just received, and it fills me with immediate tenderness even as my cock is still pulsing inside of her.
I feel an undeniably deeper connection to Macy because she set about testing my trust in her. That means she wants my trust. She also set about making sure to rock my world, which means she cares. This was all about me, and for a self-proclaimed selfish bitch at times, Macy was unconditionally generous to my body.
Macy Carrington is changing in ways she never even dreamed.
I never even dreamed.
She collapses against me, her head thumping against my collarbone and making me wince. Her breath fans over me, and I can feel the mad gallop of my heart against her weight. We lay together, her utterly depleted, me still with no choice to but to hold my current position. Our breathing slows... calms to a normal rate, and still she just lies on top of me.
Finally, I hear her take in a deep breath and let out a gloriously sated sigh. I'm momentarily blinded as she pulls the tie from around my face, and once I'm able to blink away the harshness, I see Macy peering up at me. Her chin rests on my chest, my cock is still inside of her but rapidly softening, and I can even feel my semen starting to leak out and dribble down over my balls.
With what seems like great effort, she sits up on me and gently takes the t-shirt out of my mouth. I flex my jaw a few times side to side to work out the stiffness and roll my tongue a bit to produce some saliva.
Macy looks down at me expectantly while I still lay completely trussed up with a butt plug still lodged deep in my ass.
"Are you okay?" she asks... not quite hesitantly, but almost shyly.
I nod and because my throat is as dry as dust, I practically croak. "Yeah."
She stares at me, almost trying to judge the truth of my words. Her eyes flicker as they probe deeply, and after a moment, she seems satisfied. Her smile is warm and infectious and in a rare bout of spontaneous intimacy, she leans in and gives me a beautifully profound kiss filled with contentment.
As soon as her mouth is gone, though, she's scrambling off the bed, rounds the other side, and bends over. When she stands back up, I see the scissors in her hand. She immediately cuts the bindings around the hand that's closest to her, and then bends over the bed to reach my ankles. I get distracted a moment as her breasts sway with he
r movements, but then feel the cold steel against my skin as she slips it under the silk ties to cut my legs free. In just moments, she has the rest of my body free, and the moment I pull my arms inward, they immediately flush hot with blood, then start prickling as the feeling returns.
I gently pull my legs apart, trying not to jostle the plug. Now that I'm not in a haze of lust and raging hormones, it feels odd and intrusive.
As if sensing my discomfort, Macy walks to the end of the bed and as if she were nothing more than a medical clinician, she reaches between my legs and gently pulls it out of me. She gives me a wink and then tosses it on top of the pile of cut ties. "I'll handle that later," she says as she inclines her head to the discarded plug.
Macy then crawls up the bed and lies down beside me, her arms naturally wrapping around me, her head to my chest. My arms reciprocate, and I pull her in tight.
"You owe me new ties," I murmur before grazing my lips against her temple.
"I'll go shopping tomorrow," she says, nonplussed. "I'll even buy extras so I can do that again."
"I have rope if you want it," I tell her, and she chuckles deep in her throat.
We're silent, enjoying the peacefulness that comes after a mind-blowing orgasm. It's typically a time that Macy's defenses are at her lowest. While I know she won't give me much, I go ahead and ask for a little.
"Tell me something," I whisper to the air surrounding us. "Tell me something I don't know about you yet."
She hums low in her throat, indicating she's thinking about my request. As she smoothes her fingers tips over my ribs, she exhales softly and says, "At this moment... right this very moment... it's one of the happiest of my life so far."
I smile.
I mean, one of those smiles that actually starts from deep within you and then radiates outward. She can't see it with her head on my chest, but I know she'll hear it in my tone. "Yeah... that's about how I feel right at this moment too."
Chapter 7
From the Diary of Macy Carrington:
Dear Diary,