“It’s our wedding night,” I say. “I want to be able to see you. To touch you. Sir.” I add on at the end.
“Don’t worry,” he says. “This isn’t the only thing I have planned. You’ll be seeing plenty of me.”
He retrieves a blindfold and covers my eyes. My heart begins to race, and I bite my lip. I always get nervous at first. Matthew knows that, and he strokes his hands down my body, knowing exactly where to touch me to relax and arouse me, and make me forget that I’m blindfolded. He undoes the ties of my corset, slowly loosening until he can remove it completely. I can breathe so much deeper, and yet I feel even more vulnerable. Being tied in so tight is kind of like armor, and now that that’s gone I know that we’re here, in the scene. I’m his.
“You know the drill,” he says. “What is your safeword?” I squeeze the ball in response. “God girl. Squeeze that and I’ll check in with you, find out what’s going on.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Open.”
I open my mouth, and he fits the ball of a gag between my teeth. We don’t often use these. In fact, we don’t often use any of these things, which is probably why he saved them for tonight. And then there are headphones placed over my ears and the world goes utterly silent.
Almost immediately it feels like I’m floating. No sound penetrates the headphones, and I’m suspended in nothing but black. There’s no sense of time or space, only the infinite, peaceful darkness.
Something touches my skin and I jump. It’s a flogger, grazing along the outside of my thigh. It tickles, and the sensation ripples through me. I’m so aroused, it goes straight to my clit. The flogger plays over my skin, never harder than a thud, up and down my body, warming my skin and making me aware of even the slightest touch.
The leather flicks harder across my breasts and I gasp because the leather is followed by Matthew’s hand. Massaging my skin, rolling my nipple between his fingers. My back arches toward him, and I’m a little off balance because of the frame. Another strike on my breast and more fingers. More stroking. My nipples are hard peaks in his hands and I gasp when his mouth covers one.
Matthew has an incredibly talented tongue, and it swirls and flicks over my skin, sending lines of pure heat through me. And then he switches to my other breast, taking his time. His teeth scrape my skin and by the time he lets me go my nipples are so hard they’re aching.
Pain bites into my skin and I lose my breath for a second before I realize what it is—just in time for the second pain to hit. Clamps. He’s using clamps on me. Oh god. It hurts, and yet the pain throbbing with my heartbeat makes me even more aware of my body. I can feel my pulse everywhere.
Matthew tugs on the clamps, and I moan. It hurts and feels good and I’m not sure which it is. I’m not a masochist, but somehow he manages to make me like the little pain he gives me.
I cry out through the gag, because there’s the slightest touch on my clit, and I’m so sensitive that it feels so good and even more so because I don’t know what’s going to happen next. The touch increases, and—oh god it’s his tongue. He licks into me, softly at first and then faster, deeper, and I come. I flood his mouth with it, and the orgasm rips through me like a match being struck because it’s been a week of non-stop torture and always being ready for it.
But Matthew doesn’t stop, he keeps working my clit with his tongue, sealing his mouth over it and sucking deep. My thighs are shaking with it, because it feels like I don’t stop coming. I’m drowning in the dark pleasure, writhing against it, sinking deeper into it. He fucks me with his tongue until I’m sagging against my restraints, spent with the pleasure, and only then does he let me go.
His mouth is immediately replaced by a vibrator, and I groan through the gag. The vibrations send me straight to the edge, and there’s nothing I can do about it. I’m completely at his mercy, and the thought sends me over a third time. I scream against the gag, and I can feel my orgasm running down my legs.
The lack of my other senses amplifies everything I’m feeling. Intense isn’t enough to describe it. The vibrator disappears and the flogger is back, this time on my stomach and ass, harder than before. It’s enough to sting and I’m so aroused that the pain immediately dissolves into pleasure. I lean into the strokes, wanting more, and when he lets the flogger land directly on my clit, I scream. I’m on the edge of yet another orgasm, and I think that another one might very well kill me.