Page 49 of Desperately Delicate Viper

His footsteps draw closer, and then I feel the heat of his body behind me, towering over me in this position.

“Do you trust me?” he asks, brushing something silky along the back of my neck. My skin prickles and I nod.

“Always,” I answer without hesitation.

He hums happily and presses a soft kiss to the back of my neck. I shiver and let out a soft gasp. Anders straightens up behind me and dangles a scrap of black silk in front of my face.

“Enough to blindfold you again?”

I huff out a laugh and nod. “Yes, Sir.”

Anders gives a satisfied little purr and then puts the blindfold over my eyes, blacking out the world around me. Something metallic rattles again as he deftly ties the fabric behind my head. I let out a happy sigh, my shoulders sinking a little and my knees giving a small twinge of pain. There’s such a beautiful, perfect peace in letting go, giving myself over to Anders and knowing he’ll give me what I need.

He puts a hand on my shoulder and I lean into his touch. The helplessness of being without my sight amplifies the feeling of his hands on me, the abrasive drag of the denim of his jeans against my bare back, the sound of his heavy, even breathing filling the room. My skin heats as he slides his hands down to my chest, brushing his fingertips lightly over my pecs, back and forth in a slow pattern, getting closer and closer to my sensitive, peaked nipples with every pass.

I squirm and Anders laughs. His breath ghosts over my earlobe, and then he catches it sharply between his teeth. I gasp and my hips twitch.

“I can’t get enough of you, Luca,” he says in a low voice, sweet and commanding at the same time.

He finds one of my nipples with his thumb and forefinger and pinches it roughly. I hiss through my teeth, my cock jerking violently at the hot rush that surges through me, precum drooling from my slit. The jangle and clank of whatever he’s holding gets a little louder, and then the unmistakable feeling of a thin metal chain dances over my skin. It’s warm from being in his hand, but I shiver again anyway.

Anders squeezes my nipple a little harder and a throbbing ache ricochets through me, straight to my cock.

“Please,” I gasp, not even sure what I’m begging for. More pain, more touch, moreAnders.

He sinks his teeth into my shoulder, I moan and convulse, and before the pain of the bite has a chance to fade, something sharp pinches around my already throbbing nipple.

“Oh fuck,” I shout, jackknifing my hips forward involuntarily, humping the air with dizzying desperation.

My nipple burns, pulsing with every beat of my heart, the sensation coursing straight down to my cock and constricting around my balls. Anders drags his hot, wet tongue over the spot on my shoulder that he bit, but I can hardly even feel it in comparison. I gasp for breath and he pinches my other nipple the same way he did with the first. He tugs it and rolls it between his thumb and forefinger, every squeeze amplifying the blazing ache in the other one.

He clamps it, and I thrash and thrust again.

“Anders, Sir, baby…fuck…” I whine.

“Mmm.” He tenderly kisses the back of my neck again. “I knew my pretty pain slut would love his present.” He runs his fingers gently between my pecs, the pain radiating from my nipples making even the slightest touch feel infinitely more intense, every nerve sparking and sizzling, from the roots of my hair all the way down to my toes.

That metallic rattle sounds again and both the clamps tug sharply. My cock jerks violently and another wet rush of precum pulses out to dribble down my shaft.

“This floor is too hard on your knees, and I don’t think it’s the good kind of pain,” Anders says wryly. I rasp out a hoarse laugh. I was barely aware of the ache in my knees. “Why don’t you climb up on the bed and get on your hands and knees for me.”

He tugs the chain between the nipple clamps one more time and I wail with need. It’s hard to remember exactly how far away from the bed I was when I knelt down, and with the pitch darkness cast by the blindfold I can’t begin to guess. I fall forward onto my hands and knees, and crawl slowly, extending one hand out in front every inch or so to feel for the bed.

Anders moans, and I try to imagine what I must look like to him right now, crawling around helpless and blindfolded, my cock painfully hard, swinging between my thighs, bruises and bite marks both old and new marring my skin. It’s humiliating and so fucking hot I can hardly keep from wrapping a hand around my erection.

My outstretched hand connects with the familiar shape of the bed frame. I clamber up onto the bed and get onto my hands and knees like Anders told me to.

The rustle of his clothes as he undresses feels like it goes on forever. My nipples continue to pulse and throb with every rapid beat of my heart, and so does my cock. Every inch of my body feels oversensitive and ready to ignite at the slightest touch. My hole twitches and flutters, achingly empty, and I twist my fingers around the bedsheets to remind myself to stay still and wait. Thewhirrof his zipper makes me vibrate impatiently. We got tested a few days ago; is tonight the night Anders takes me bare? Is he going to fill me up with his load and leave it dripping out of my wrecked hole?

“Look at you,” he growls appreciatively. I’m so oversensitive I jump at the light touch of his hand between my shoulder blades. “I have one more present for you. Are you ready for it?”

I whimper, and IthinkI nod, but I can’t be sure. All I can do is tremble and pant.

Thesnickof Anders opening a bottle of lube makes my hole twitch again and my nipples pulse. I wait for the cold drizzle of it down my crease, but it doesn’t come. Instead, I hear a squelch and then his slicked hand wraps around my cock.

I moan and jolt forward into his fist, my eyes rolling behind my blindfold and my cock swelling with an orgasm I’m already teetering right on the edge of.

“I can’t…” I gasp.

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