Do You Trust Me?

“Do you trust me?”

The words were innocent enough. And the answer came quickly to his lips, but something in her eyes made him hesitate. He wanted to trust her but when he took a moment to think about it, he realised how much he didn’t know about her.

They fucked weekly. Naked, sweaty, unrestrained sex. He was comfortable to pee in front of her. He was comfortable to let her pee on him. But did he trust her? He realised that for all the nakedness and hours spent licking, sucking, kissing, stroking, inspecting and fucking he knew very little about HER. He didn’t even know her name. He had never been to her house. Normal everyday things like what she looked like when she got out of the shower, how she liked her coffee he didn’t have a clue about.

He avoided her gaze; he didn’t want to answer the question with a bunch of other questions that were milling around in his head.

“I am not sure,” whatever she was planning must be out there or she wouldn’t have asked that question.

“You can ask for anything to stop any time,” her voice was gentle and reassuring.

Now he was really worried. She seemed to be so serious. For all the fucking they had done things had never really gone anywhere that unusual. He felt dark ideas lurking in the corners of his mind. Things he hadn’t really thought about. Things that excited him.

“Do you trust me?” she asked again.

He made a resolution to follow this, “Yes,” his reply was confident, the way he wished he felt.

She smiled; a strange, Mona Lisa type smile. One that made him more curious.

“Lie down,” she pushed him gently to lie in the middle of the bed. He complied letting the butterflies in his stomach flutter around in nervous anticipation. She strapped his hands to the ties at each corner of the bedhead so that he was lying spreadeagled and unable to remove himself. He became almost painfully aware of his cock being exposed. There was no way he could cover himself. The feeling of vulnerability was enticing.

She covered his eyes with a scarf. The thin fabric allowed some light through but obscured his view. Suddenly he became aware of every sound in the room as he tried to ascertain where she was, how she was moving. Air currents passed over his skin raising gooseflesh. He felt the warmth of her mouth on his cock. Moist warm wetness covered his shaft pulling his erection harder. Her head moved up and down and he felt the excitement rising. Just as the first drop of precum formed she stopped.

For a moment there was silence. He could feel the weight of her body on the bed beside him. Her hand encircled his shaft, holding his erection.

“You have such a pretty cock,” her voice seemed thoughtful. His heart beat faster. He felt more vulnerable than ever. He felt the bed move as she reached for something on the nightstand. His mind raced as he tried to remember what he had seen there earlier. When she had arrived, she had brought a silver case. He had been too hasty to undress her to explore the case. Now he berated himself for not paying attention.

He felt the trails of an implement stroking over his thighs. It felt kind of soft, but he still couldn’t place it. There was a slapping sound as she flicked the flogger gently against his thighs. Suddenly he remembered. He HAD seen inside the case; the small flogger had amused him as he had wondered why she would even bother with something so small. The tails of the flogger moved up his thighs and over his balls. His cock hardened more.

The tails of the flogger flicked lazily across the shaft of his cock. There was no sting, just the weight of the leather hitting him. The sensation was like nothing he had ever felt. There was the hint of what could happen but not a threat. Instinctively his hands jerked to cover himself, but the binding kept them in place. He felt more vulnerable than he ever had.

She continued to stroke his belly with the flogger, he relaxed a little, his mind stopped racing and he focused on the soothing feeling of the leather caressing his skin.

The room filled with the sound of a crack as she flicked a little harder. Striking his cock with the tails of the flogger. He gasped, more with surprise than pain. A drop of pre-cum formed at the tip of his cock. He felt the warmth of her tongue as she licked it away.

“I think he likes it,” she seemed to be talking to herself. She stroked his belly with her open palms before cupping his cock again, “Such a pretty cock,” She bent down and slid her lips over his shaft, taking in the whole length of his cock. Her tongue swirled over the head of his cock. He groaned with pleasure.

Her teeth clamped down on him gently, allowing him to feel the power she had over him. He gasped before she released his cock letting it slide wetly out of her lips. He felt the flogger stroking his belly and he tensed, unsure, excited. The sting of the flogger was stronger. His hips bucked in response. She followed with several more slaps, each a little harder. His cock felt as if it would explode. His hands twitched in their bonds.

Again, she placed her mouth on him, this time sucking his balls into her mouth one at a time holding them for a while. He held himself still, waiting, terrified of what she would do, terrified that she would stop. Her teeth grazed his scrotum as she released him catching the last fold of skin and holding it. She pulled her head gently away from him. The pain / pleasure was almost too much.

“Please,” the word whimpered out of his lips. What he was begging for he didn’t know.

The tension on his scrotum released and she paused for a while watching him.

“I want to taste your cum.” Her voice seemed to vibrate with the same excitement coursing through his entire body, “Are you ready to give it to me?”

“Yes,” his response ended in a hiss as her mouth slid down over his shaft. There were no teeth or teasing now just pure pleasure of her mouth fucking him greedily. Her tongue swirled over him and on each up stroke she sucked him a little like a child sucking a lollipop. He felt the familiar pressure rising. The automatic response to hold back almost kicked in but her greedy whimpers tipped him over the edge.

His cock exploded into her mouth. The release was intense. Her whole body undulated against him as her mouth contained all his seed. Several shudders wracked his whole body before he lay, still and spent. Almost reverently she released his cock. A string of cum linked her lips to him for a few moments until she wiped her mouth and grinned down at him like a child who has been given a treat.

“Did you like that?” she asked as she released his hands.

He could only nod in response.

“I think we should get some food while you recover,” she began to dress. “I am not finished with you yet.”

This post was written for this week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt “Trust”. Click here or on the image below to see who else is being wicked this week.

Author: gemmi72

Wife, swinger, blogger. An ordinary woman living life one day at a time dealing with the complications of moonlighting as a sex goddess.

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