My mind is whirring in the darkness, ears straining for any indication of what is going to happen next. My skin breaks out in gooseflesh, the waiting teasing me into a frenzy of sensation. Then something touches the point of one nipple. I think it's a finger just stroking me there, and then it's gone just as quickly. I arch my back, searching for more, and hear a soft exhale of breath in response. Whoever it is finds it amusing that I'm straining for contact. They're enjoying being in control as much as I am enjoying surrendering it.
The soft sound of feet padding on the floor gets closer. There's a murmur of voices, but I can't make out what they're saying. How many of them are here? What are they going to do? Instinct forces my knees closer, but they won't reach because of the bounds. My legs tremble with anticipation. Then something cold presses against my clit.
"Mmm…" I moan. Cool water trickles over my labia. Someone is holding an ice cube to my most sensitive place. When it's taken away, I squirm, but hands press my thighs open, and heat replaces cool. A tongue rasps over my clit, the sensation so heightened that my hips buck, but I'm held down by strong hands pressing against my belly. Someone makes a tutting sound as though my movement has disappointed them, and my heart skitters. Everything they're doing is perfect. It's like they looked inside my mind and recreated exactly what I need. Something cool presses at my entrance and slides inside me. It's cylindrical, so definitely not ice, and as it grazes my G-spot, I gasp.
Fingers rub just the very tips of my nipples, and I tremble as the tongue flicks harder. Whatever is in my pussy is pushed in and pulled out in an even rhythm, nudging me inside. My body feels wound tight, drawing closer and closer and closer until I'm so close to coming I can almost taste the oblivion. It's like the moment before a rollercoaster drops over the edge and I want to come…I want to so badly that I grunt, and then everything stops.
Fuck.
I pull at my restraints, and someone makes a disapproving noise. The ice touches the tip of my nipple, and I flinch, then it's replaced by a hot mouth that sucks and sucks until I'm arching into the touch. Between my legs, the bed shifts. It feels like someone is kneeling there. Then the thick, blunt head of a cock slides over my slick clit. Squirming again, I try to push closer, craving the penetration, the word “please” on the tip of my tongue. I could beg. I could. But maybe they won't make me.
Hands slide over my breasts, over my belly, and lower until fingers spread my labia until I'm being held wide open. The cock presses at my entrance, forcing its way inside me slow inch by slow inch as my clit is stroked by a lazy finger. I pant, feeling my orgasm building again. All I need is a little more. That big cock pressed deeper. The finger to rub in concentric circles, the mouth to suckle just a little harder. Maybe teeth to hit a different sensation.
"Please," I gasp, unable to hold it in any longer. "Please. Let me."
The finger stops moving. The cock is withdrawn. The mouths leave my aching nipples, and cool air replaces everything that was hot and urgent.
"Please," I say again, but there is no response. No one tells me no, or reassures me that they will let me come at some point. The silence rings in my ears. Then hands begin to untie my legs. When I'm loose, my body is flipped over as though it weighs nothing, and hands begin to caress my back. I'm forced onto my knees, and the middle of my back is pressed down so that my ass is displayed. Hands stroke over my curves and my pussy clenches with arousal. Warm breath caresses between my legs as a tongue licks at my entrance and then higher, circling my taint until I'm gasping. Resting on my elbows with my hands still bound, I struggle to balance. Hands grip my calves, keeping my newly freed legs in place.
And although they have me suspended in this fantasy in a way that has filled the dark place in my mind that always felt empty, a part of me wishes I knew where they were. I want to see who's touching me. I want to know whose caress is whose. I want to know who is giving me pleasure so that I have a chance of returning it.
When a cock presses at my entrance again, this time pushing inside me in one punishing thrust, I cry out. Fingers tweak my nipples, grasping at my breasts. A finger strokes my taint, over and over, never pressing hard enough to penetrate as I'm fucked hard. All I need is a finger on my clit, and I'll come. Just one press. "Please," I gasp. "I'm so close."