"Faster," Mr. Stone whispered in my ear again. I couldn't hear where he was over my own body going crazy but then I felt him behind me, felt his fingers trail over my ass and down to the wetness between my legs. I moaned as he pressed his fingers against me before he stepped away and was gone again.
I unbuttoned my top and dropped it beside me before my bra followed. Finally I slipped my underwear off and dropped them to the floor. I kept closing and then opening my eyes under the blindfold as though I'd suddenly be able to see something but I was in complete darkness.
I heard another clink of metal on glass to my right and then a scraping sound. I felt a rush of bumps flood up my arms with every new sound. What was Mr. Stone doing? I heard another clink of glass before he spoke again.
"Two steps forward."
"Yes, sir."
I took two steps and then stopped, now trying to remember the layout of the room and what was in it. There were tables and all sorts of sex toys all over the place. Half the things I had no idea what they did.
"Reach down and feel the bench in front of you. Turn around and sit down."
"Yes, sir," I answered and reached down. My fingers touched a soft warm surface with a firmness underneath. I ran my hands outwards and around and felt it was about twice as wide as me. Not a bed but a bench with a soft covering. Using my hands to guide me, I sat down on it.
"Now lay back and put your hands above you, little slave," Mr. Stone said.
I lay back on the bench, feeling the warmth of the material against my back. As I raised my hands above my head I felt Mr. Stone's strong hands grab my wrists and he pulled me back, sliding me further up the bench. I felt two leather bands clasp around my wrists, locking my arms in place.
I heard a single footstep and then he was gone again. I strained my ears to hear where he was and felt like my whole body was vibrating with the effort. I heard a soft scrape of glass from across the room.
Then his lips. Hot, burning. His mouth enclosing my nipple, a tiny trickle of hot liquid running down the side of my breast. I gasped and heard him swallow. In the darkness I could smell hot green tea. I heard a soft sip of liquid and then Mr. Stone's burning mouth covered my other nipple. Its heat rushed through me and as his teeth grazed against my breast, I moaned.
Mr. Stone moved with hot kisses down my body, across my stomach, moving away and back so I never knew where he'd touch next. He bit my earlobe and then sucked it into his hot mouth before nipping at my breast, kissing under down my left arm and then suddenly kissing me on the lips. I opened my mouth and drank the hot tea from his mouth, desperate for it.
He moved away and then I shrieked as freezing cold brushed over my breast. His mouth closed over my nipple and I felt an ice-cube rub across me. He kissed with his cold mouth down my body again and I almost screamed at the sensations rushing through me. A moment later I felt the tip of his finger touch me and it was hot and wet. He must have put his fingers in hot water. He stroked down my body and then twisted my nipple between his fingers. The heat hit the cold and I moaned something incomprehensible.
I felt him move down my body then, kissing from lips to neck to breast to stomach and down my thigh. Over my gasping I heard him sip something and before I could wonder if it was hot or cold I felt his lips press against the slick wetness between my legs. I was on fire for him but it didn't match the temperature of his tongue. I felt his hot mouth move against me and then he covered my clit and swirled his tongue around it. The hot tea shocked through me and then I felt him swallow before pressing his tongue against me once more.
He started in a circular motion, swirling his tongue, pressing against my clit, then around it. I immediately felt myself starting to twitch. I had waited all day for this. Waited since he'd kissed me out the front of my apartment and I'd felt his cock press against me.
He continued around and around and I started to gasp in short breaths as the pleasure became too much.
"Come for me," Mr. Stone said, his deep voice sending a vibration through my clit. He swirled his tongue at double speed and I felt his hands gripping my waist. Somewhere between one circle and the next, I came, my hips bucking back and forth involuntarily. Mr. Stone slowed as I gasped, every nerve sensation turned up to maximum.
His licks turned into gentle kisses, down away from my clit, to my thigh and back again. I had all of a minute to recover before he slipped two fingers inside me and pressed his lips against my clit again.
I felt his fingers rub against my g-spot inside me. That feeling halfway between pleasure and pain where too much is not enough. His tongue swirled around my clit in a wide circle and as it did, he moved his fingers inside of me.
The pressure against my g-spot from inside my body took over. Without my sight I was just a hot throbbing mass of nerves being played like a piano. My arms were tied so I couldn't move away and I couldn't move closer. I was completely under Mr. Stone's control.
He moved his hand up and down, slow at first but then speeding up and at some point his took his mouth off my clit. His fingers inside me felt like his cock and his palm was pounding with a fast rhythm against me. My first orgasm hadn't faded and now it came roaring back for an encore. This time my legs were shaking and I screamed something but I don't know what it was. Every thrust inside me was a new electric shock through my body.
Somewhere between my orgasm and gulping breathes, Mr. Stone pushed my knees up, tilting my pussy, and moved up against me.
"Quiet now, my slave," he said.
I felt his hard cock pressing against my opening and I tried to calm myself but I couldn't. One orgasm on top of another ... hot tea ... cold ice ... and now his cock.
I took two or three deep breaths, feeling the aftershocks of my orgasm still zipping through me. I was about to say "Yes, sir" when he pushed the full length of his cock inside me and my eyes rolled back in my head. He felt so big, stretching me out, filling me up.
He was over the top of me, his body pressing against my legs. I felt small beneath him, completely within his power. Then I felt his hands against the back of my neck and the blindfold slip away.
Mr. Stone pulled my head up, our noses almost touching. All I could see was his face. His blue-green eyes flashing like he wanted to fuck me or kill me or kiss me. He moved his hips and pulled me against him and I curled up underneath him. Somehow he'd loosened my restraints without me noticing and I found myself clasping my hands in front of me like I was praying as Mr. Stone began to fuck me.
With every thrust his hard cock rubbed past my g-spot and then his body hit my clit. Inside and out the pleasure rushed around, down my legs and up again, up my spine. He fucked me and I went somewhere past orgasm and into pure pleasure stretching out for eternity. I don't know how long it lasted. The entire world was Mr. Stone and I was his slave, sliding back and forth beneath him, his strong hands clasped behind my neck. I was begging and moaning and just when I thought it couldn't feel any better he'd speed up and jolt me along with him. All through this our eyes were locked together. He was my entire world and I was his.