Page 76 of To Save Him

“I’m not convinced.”  I felt my brow furrow and I made sure my voice was filled with more emotion when I repeated the words.  He said, “That’s better.”  He cleared his throat, a half smile on his face again.  “But first things first.  Turn around.”  I obeyed, already the willing student.  “Hands behind your back.” Oh.  I knew where this was going.  The restraints—the sash that we’d discussed earlier, that he’d held in his hand minutes ago.  As I felt the soft, silky fabric wrap around my hands multiple times—around the wrists, between them—I knew I wouldn’t be able to get loose, no matter how slippery the material felt.  He asked me to twist my wrists, probably just to make sure I couldn’t get loose, and then he let go of them so that my hands rested against my backside.  “That’s not too uncomfortable, is it?”  I shook my head in answer.

He turned me around by my shoulders.  His voice was soft but his eyes told me he was serious.  My entire body was primed, on edge, feeling prickly and eager for his touch…but also ready to please him.  “On your knees.”

Getting down was harder than it normally would be, because I didn’t have my arms to use for leverage or even for making sure I didn’t tumble or fall to the ground.  I had to bend first one knee and then the other, but I managed to do so without hurting myself.  I had no idea how I’d be able to do that if my legs had also been restrained.

But there I was, near the foot of my bed, on my knees in front of Brandon, waiting for him to fish his cock out of his pants.  I again wondered how I’d give a blowjob without my hands.  I realized my mouth did most of the work anyway, but my hands had always been great assistants.

I leaned forward, sitting up a bit, and tentatively licked the tip of his cock.  Why the hell did I find it so arousing that he was almost fully dressed while I was just shy of being completely naked?  In the back of my mind, I pondered that it too was probably part of this weird power exchange going on between us, that there was a lot going on here that I didn’t quite understand on the conscious, logical level but underneath, in my heart, I was responding tosomething, much as an infant responds to the sound of his mother’s voice.

There was something here that I needed…that I desired more than I knew.

Slowly, I drew just the head into my mouth and fondled it with my lips and tongue.  It fascinated me how smooth and soft—even tender—the skin was there and yet it was rigid, solid, rock hard just underneath that.

And it was because of me.

I could feel my entire body singing, begging to be touched and pleasured, on fire because of whatever was going on in my head. Soon enough.

I opened my mouth and throat, ready to take him in all the way, and I felt his fingers running along the top of my head until they reached the crown.  There he wound his fingers into the strands of my hair but he let me continue to do the work I’d started, the only indication that he was enjoying it his occasional sigh.

I’d never realized until I was without the aid of my hands how much I relied on them to help me do this job.  Brandon somehow sensed that, because after a few minutes of me taking him in completely, he had both hands on my head, in my hair, and he was, for all intents, guiding what I was doing, just like he had before.

It was a fucking turn on.

Yes, it was giving up my control and that was where it all lay inside.

Even as we progressed and I had to time my breaths and control my gag reflex, I felt myself climb close to orgasm, even without his hands manipulating me in the places that seemed to lord over those senses of mine.  At last, though, he let go of his seed, my throat filling with his heat, surprising me that I hadn’t even had a chance to think about it.  It just happened.

But his grip of my hair continued to be tight, and I didn’t mind it.  I felt impatient, though, and needy, but I was learning that I couldn’t be demanding.  My role didn’t allow for that sort of assertion.  Instead, I had to hope that he was going to be good to me as well.

He pulled his dick out of my mouth and I instinctively licked my lower lip, pulling it between my teeth as I sat back on my heels, feeling squirmy.  I ached with desire but knew I needed to keep my mouth shut.

Brandon pulled my hair back slightly, forcing my head to tilt up.  “That was…a thing of beauty.  Your mouth is beautiful and amazing.”  I allowed myself to smile slightly, trying to stop a look of desperation from crossing my face.  He shoved his cock back inside his jeans and zipped them up before leaning down and helping me stand.

I realized as I watched him, wanting his approval, that age really didn’t make a difference with us.  Not right now and likely never again.  Age had nothing to do with this strange game of power play that we’d jumped into.  And a glimmer of something snaked through my brain, asking how exactly this was helping Brandon.  And why did I feel like it was helpingmesomehow as well?

But those thoughts flitted away as I searched his eyes, wanting and needing something from him.  “Were you okay with being restrained?”  I gave a slight nod.  “Be honest.”

I nodded again.  “Yes, I was.  I didn’t know for sure but…it’s kind of…hot.”

A slow smile turned his lips up.  “You liked it?”

“I think so.”  Why was I so breathless?

With one index finger, he touched the bottom of my chin, tilting my head up to look at him.  The other finger he touched just between my breasts before trailing down to my navel.  He brushed his lips against mine, teasing the sensitive skin there, as his finger continued traveling downward.  But, much as my body ached for him and in spite of how my nether regions were clenched tightly together and begging for relief, he merely fingered the lace at the top of my panties.  Though I would have doubted it before, his actions made me hornier than ever—but, being tied up, there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.  I was completely at his mercy.  For everything.

Why the hell was that such an unbelievable turn on?

That I might not get any relief from him barely crossed my mind.  I wanted to kiss him back, but he seemed perfectly content taking his time and keeping things light.  He drifted his finger down the front of my panties and it took everything inside me to refrain from grinding against that digit.  I already understood that a good lot of what Brandon was doing had to do with control—refraining and the restraining, delaying, holding back until some designated time.  He got something from that control, something he hadn’t been getting from his day-to-day activities.  Somehow, controlling everything in the bedroom was helping him through some of his issues.

And it was doing something for me too.  I just wasn’t sure what yet.

God…it was so hard not telling him what to do, holding myself back from begging and pleading with him to just fuck me and put me out of my misery, especially when his finger went lower and he lightly stroked the fabric over my clit.  “Youdidenjoy that, didn’t you?”  I opened my eyes and could see the amusement in his.  I nodded but said nothing.  He seemed to appreciate my silence overall—well, not my silence, but only speaking when spoken to or when absolutely necessary.  Besides, I didn’t trust myself with words.  “So what do you want me to do about it, Kimberly?”

Oh.  Now he did want me to speak.  And what the hell was I supposed to say?  “I’m not sure what you mean.”

As if to punctuate his words, he stroked his finger over my clit once more, making the breath charge out of my mouth.  “Do you want me to fuck you?”

No question.  “Oh, yes.  Yes.  Please.”

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