Page 89 of Foreplay on Words

I nodded, my nerves keeping me from speaking as I carefully climbed onto the bed and lay down. Evan gently coaxed me into position as he walked around the mattress, clipping each cuff onto the corner restraints as he stretched out my limbs.

He left the room and headed toward the living room, but I wasn’t sure what he was getting. Relaxing was futile as I waited for him to return, but I closed my eyes briefly and took a deep breath.

“Let’s put this on,” he spoke softly after he returned, holding up the silk blindfold with one hand.

I bit my lip and nodded, raising my head so he could slip it on. My heart pounded as I lay there, restrained by all four limbs, completely at his mercy. It really was always the quiet ones you had to watch out for, and I had a feeling Evan was tapping into his inner freak today.

“Still doing alright?” he whispered in my ear, startling me with his proximity. I hadn’t felt the bed move, and he wasn’t touching me, but he was close enough I could smell him. We’d barely started, and I was totally overwhelmed by the sensory deprivation.

“Yes,” I breathed out.

The warmth of his breath disappeared, and I tried in vain to hear what he was doing. After a few moments of absolute silence, I heard a crinkling noise from the other room. The naughty boy was getting something else from the bags.

“Ahh!” I shrieked as something soft yet scratchy passed over my side and across my chest. I shifted on the bed as it disappeared and then started tracing up the inside of my thigh.

My nipples were standing erect as I waited for his next move. This entire situation was unlike anything I’d ever tried with a partner, but I trusted him. And I couldn’t imagine feeling comfortable enough with anyone else in this situation.

“Shit,” I laughed, and my leg reflexively jerked as something sharp but prickly passed over the sole of my foot. “You’re mean.”

Goosebumps formed across my chest as the same prickly sensation traveled slowly down my neck. From the sensations I’d felt, my best guess was that he’d taken out the feather tickler and the Wartenberg wheel. So much for the nipple clamps.

A sharp stinging sensation on the skin at the edge of my areola startled me. I hissed as I tried to lean away from the feeling. The bed dipped beside me as the stinging sensation traveled to my other breast. My nipples were painfully hard, making me wetter, anticipating what he’d do next.

The room was colder than I remembered it being, my skin hypersensitive. They always told you that your other senses would become heightened if you took one away, and being blindfolded accomplished that in spades.

As the sensations all disappeared, my head quieted, and my breathing was the only sound I could hear. The anticipation was killing me, and with the restraints, I couldn’t even rub my legs together to release the tension.

The soft sound of a box being opened a few feet away was quiet, but I heard a small thump from the nightstand next to my head as he laid something down. A soft clicking noise started, and the bed dipped beside me again.

A sharp pinch to my left nipple caused me to cry out, and as the pain dissipated, a weight settled beneath it.

Clamps were intense. The blood suffusing my breasts made me squirm, and my hips rose off the bed, seeking some friction, but my restraints left me unsatisfied.

“Shh,” Evan whispered as his fingertip ghosted over the part of my nipple sticking out of the clamp. He kissed the side of my neck as I felt him gently pull apart the rods on the clamp and lift it from my nipple. His hot mouth descended as the blood rushed back, and I moaned loudly as he laved his tongue against my sensitive skin, my other nipple standing painfully at attention. My hips jerked off the bed again, and he pressed his hand firmly above my pubic bone, holding me down. “Hold still. We both know you’re not going anywhere. I’m not done toying with you yet. Be a good girl and lie still.”

I had no idea how subs could withstand this erotic torture without making a sound and keeping still. My hips and legs thrashed against the restraints as he released my nipple and leaned back. The mattress shifted as he changed positions beside me.

“Oh fuck...” I exclaimed as he placed a clamp over the other nipple. His warm breath cascaded over the skin exposed at the tip, causing me to shift restlessly against the sheets at the sharp pain building in my skin. Something wet touched the exposed tip, and he blew a hot breath over it again.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I groaned as I felt him release the pressure, the blood rushing back in. My pussy clenched as he lightly ran his finger around the engorged skin. I was close to coming, and he hadn’t even touched me down there. I used to think nipple-induced orgasms were some sort of sorcery, but Evan had clearly studied his wizardry.

“Sit tight,” he instructed softly as I felt his weight shift off the bed again.

“Not going anywhere,” I muttered. Between the stinging in my nipples and the way I was already close to climaxing, I was in sensation overload.

The plastic cap of something being flicked open was loud as I heard him shifting at the side of the bed.

Evan’s throaty moan hummed through the air, and I was deeply anticipating what caused him to make that sound.

Everything seemed to disappear for a short while, but then I heard noises in the direction of the bathroom. After a few moments, I felt the bed dip near my feet and a weight settle between my legs as Evan sat in the space between my restrained limbs.

The quiet flick of the bottle lid sounded again, and I heard something wet being spread. My hips jumped as I felt his fingers press gently into the center of my panties.

“Shit, you’re so wet,” he groaned as he pressed the wet lace into my center. Then his fingers gently pushed the material to the side, and I fruitlessly tried to shift into his touch again as the cool air coasted across my heated flesh. “And your nipples are so pretty. Standing up for me, but let’s try to stimulate something else now.”

A low buzzing sounded from where he was sitting, and I cried out as he held the vibrator gently to my clit. He tortured me as he slowly dragged the tip through my wetness, not pushing hard enough to give me relief but just enough to get me even wetter.

As he pushed the tip inside me, I moaned loudly, the gentle buzz starting to permeate through my overstimulated body.

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