Previous Part: Being a slut in an onsite assignment – Part 3
The sun had set, casting a sultry ambience over the room as I, Radhika, awaited Faizal’s arrival. Our previous encounters had ignited a wildfire within me. I yearned to explore my desires deeper and surrender to the unknown. Little did I know, Faizal had something exquisite planned for this very craving.
The sound of knocking snapped me out of my reverie. My heart quickened as I rose to welcome him. Faizal stood at the door, his eyes full of promise. He held a small bag. I felt a tingle of anticipation as I realized it might contain the tools for our upcoming adventure.
“Good evening, beautiful,” he said, his voice dripping with anticipation. “Are you ready for a journey into the unknown?”
I smiled, both nervous and excited. “I am. But first, I want to blindfold you.”
Intrigued, Faizal allowed me to lead him to the bed. I gently tied a scarf around his eyes, depriving him of his sight. I wanted to take control, to guide him through a sensual maze of my design.
With his vision obscured, I knew his remaining senses would heighten, making him more receptive to every touch and sensation. I started by trailing my fingers lightly over his chest, enjoying his sharp intake of breath. Then, I kissed him, my lips soft and insistent, tasting the salt of his skin.
My hands explored further, reaching for the belt of his trousers. With slow, deliberate movements, I undid it and then the button and zipper, freeing his straining erection. I moved downward, my lips and tongue leaving a wet trail along his abdomen.
I teasingly used my teeth to pull down his underwear, releasing his hardened cock. I took him into my mouth, sucking gently, my hands caressing his balls. Faizal moaned, his hands gripping the bedsheets, surrendering to my touch.
After bringing him to the brink, I withdrew, leaving him breathless and wanting. I stood up and slowly stripped off my clothing, piece by piece, allowing him to hear the sounds of my disrobing. I wanted him to imagine my body, to anticipate my every move.
Returning to his side, I guided his hands to my breasts, letting him feel their fullness and the stiff peaks of my nipples. Then, I took his hands and placed them on my hips, making him feel the curve of my ass. I wanted him to know my body, to memorize every inch with his touch.
“Radhika, you’re driving me crazy,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire. “Take off the blindfold. Let me see you.”
“Not yet, my love,” I replied with a playful smile. “Tonight, I’m in control. And I have something special planned for you.”
I retrieved a length of soft rope from Faizal’s bag and gently bound his wrists together, securing them to the bedpost. He was now completely at my mercy, unable to touch or see, his senses heightened even further.
I stood back, admiring his bound form, his chest rising and falling with anticipation. Then, I brought out a pair of nipple clamps adorned with delicate feathers. I gently attached them to his erect nipples, causing him to hiss at the mixture of pleasure and pain.
The clamps would stay in place, intensifying his sensitivity and sending pulses of pleasure throughout his body. Next, I surprised him by attaching a leash to the collar of the clamps. I gave it a gentle tug, leading him to lift his head, following my guidance.
With each tug, he would be reminded of my control and the pleasure I had the power to give or withhold. Moving downward, I ran my hands over his erect cock, now begging for attention. I teased him, running my fingers lightly up and down his length, enjoying his sharp intake of breath.
Then, I straddled him, positioning myself so that my wet core hovered just above his tip. I lowered myself slowly, taking him inch by inch until he was fully sheathed within me. I began to move, riding him with slow, deliberate strokes.
My hips circled, enjoying the fullness he provided. Faizal moaned, his body tensing with pleasure. His bound wrists strained against their restraints, a visual testament to the depth of his desire. With each thrust, I increased my pace, my breasts bouncing in rhythm with our lovemaking.
I leaned forward, my hair cascading over his chest, and kissed him deeply. Our tongues are tangling in a passionate dance. His mouth tasted of desire, and I craved more. Breaking the kiss, I sat up straight, my hands gripping his thighs for leverage.
I rode him harder, faster, my body slick with sweat, our flesh slapping together in a rhythmic symphony. The sound of our passion filled the room. I knew Faizal was lost in the pleasure I was providing. I reached behind me, caressing his balls, massaging them gently as I continued to ride him.
Faizal’s breathing quickened, his hips bucking to meet my thrusts. His restrained state heightened his senses. I knew he was experiencing pleasure unlike any other. Suddenly, I withdrew, leaving him empty and yearning.
I stood up, my body glistening in the soft light, and undid the clamps, causing him to gasp at the rush of sensations. I removed the blindfold, and his eyes, now adjusted to the dim lighting, devoured my naked form.
“Radhika, you’re breathtaking,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe.
I smiled, a mischievous glint in my eye. “Tonight, I want to explore your boundaries. Are you ready for the unknown?”
Faizal nodded eagerly, his eyes full of trust.
I reached into the bag once more and retrieved a leather flogger. The soft falls caressed my skin as I ran my fingers through them. “I’m going to whip you, Faizal. Does that excite you?”
“Yes,” he breathed, his eyes narrowing with anticipation.
I positioned him on his knees, his ass raised, vulnerable, and perfectly presented to me. I wanted to mark him, to leave my imprint on his skin. Gently, I ran the flogger over his ass, feeling the soft leather brush against his flesh.
Then, swiftly, I brought the flogger down, landing a sharp crack on his left cheek. Faizal tensed, his breath catching at the sting. I could see the mixture of pleasure and pain on his face. I knew I had found one of his erotic boundaries.
I continued, landing blows on alternate cheeks, creating a rhythmic pattern of sensations. Faizal’s ass cheeks reddened, each strike marking him as mine. He remained still, surrendering to my dominance, trusting me to explore his limits.
I intensified the blows, landing them with more force, listening to the satisfying smack of leather against my skin. Faizal’s body quivered, his breath coming in short gasps. The pain was an aphrodisiac, enhancing the pleasure coursing through his veins.
Pausing, I admired my handiwork—his ass cheeks aglow, my marks proudly displayed. I gently caressed the reddened skin, feeling the heat radiating from him. Faizal moaned, his body craving more, his desire for me palpable in the room.
“Please, Radhika,” he begged, his voice hoarse. “I need you. Now.”
I smiled, feeling powerful and desired. I undid his bindings, allowing his wrists their freedom. He reached for me, pulling me close, his mouth seeking mine with a hunger mirrored mine.
Our lips fused, tasting each other’s passion. Faizal gently pushed me onto my back, his mouth trailing kisses down my body, worshipping me with his tongue. He reached for a condom, sheathing himself, before entering me in one smooth stroke.
His cock filled me, and I arched my back, my body welcoming him home. Faizal began to move, his hips thrusting slowly at first, savouring the depth of our connection. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting more of him.
Our mouths collided in a kiss, hungry and desperate, as we moved in perfect unison. I ran my fingers through his hair, tugging gently, urging him to go deeper. Faizal obliged, his thrusts becoming more rapid, more primal. The sound of our bodies collided.
The wetness of our passion filled the room with a symphony of lust. Faizal’s hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he drove into me with force. I met his thrusts with my own, matching his intensity stroke for stroke. The pleasure built within me, a volcano ready to erupt.
“Don’t hold back, Faizal,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire. “Take me to the edge.”
He obliged, his eyes locking with mine as he thrust harder, faster, his body slamming into mine. I cried out, my nails digging into his back, marking him as he had marked me.
“Cum with me, Faizal,” I begged my body on the brink. “Let go.”
With a final, powerful thrust, we tumbled over the edge together. Faizal roared my name as he spilt himself inside me, his body trembling with the force of his release. I followed, my body shaking with pleasure, my cries muffled by his kisses.
We lay entangled, our breathing slowing, our hearts pounding in our chests. Faizal gently caressed my hair, his lips kissing my forehead softly.
“That was beyond words,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe.
I smiled, satisfaction and desire mingling within me. “I want more,” I whispered, already plotting our next erotic adventure. “I want to explore every fantasy, every desire that burns within us.”
Faizal’s eyes darkened with promise. “And we shall, my love. Together, we will unlock the depths of our desires and experience pleasures beyond imagination.”
Our lips met again, sealing our pact—a promise of future sex adventures bound together by trust, desire, and the unquenchable flames of passion we ignited in each other’s arms.
The night had unveiled a new layer of our erotic bond. I knew that our journey into the unknown would continue to push the boundaries of our pleasure, forging an unbreakable connection between us.
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