Page 12 of Idée Fixe
“Oh my God, yes, fuck yes.” I can’t contain the whimpers I release as he begins vigorously rubbing my swollen nub again.
“Don’t pray for God, when the Devil is staring back at youpequeño.” Removing his hand from behind my back, he grips my chin tightly, pulling my mouth open. Lifting his mask just above his lips he spits directly into it. “Fucking swallow.” The moment his saliva lands in my mouth I do as instructed. Holding onto my throat, as he begins working my clit faster, my mouth falling open.
Heavy breathing permeating the air with a slight hint of desperation. “Do you like doing this?” he asks, slipping his fingers in and out of me and bringing them back up to my clit where he rubs his fingers from left to right this time. Switching the performance up. “Fucking men you only just met.”
“No,” I whisper through gritted teeth trying to look down and watch. The crack of his fingers against my pussy makes me jolt and cry out.
Not because it was painful but because my adrenaline in this moment is so high, its more pleasurable than anything else.
“Tell the truth.” Sliding his fingers back inside me, he begins finger fucking me with an upturn of his fingers. Reaching that curve and hitting the spot every woman loves. “Tell me what a dirty little whore you are.”
“Oh, fuck. Yes!.. I’m a dirty little whore.” He begins working me faster, and this time, instead of pushing his fingers in and out, he leaves them deep inside me. Fingers still curved up, his hand begins moving back and forth and I can hear myself getting wetter and wetter the more he plays with me. A new feeling enters my stomach, and I can’t ignore it.
My lower stomach tensing, “wait.”
Shit, I might need to use the toilet.
Gripping the wrist trying to stop him, he smiles. “Don’t hold that feeling in, when I tell you to, I want you to bare down and push.”
“W-what?” I stutter, my eyes rolling back in my head, the wet sounds of him fingering me like a man possessed make me cry out. The pressure rises and I can feel myself clench tightly around his fingers
“Come for me now, Cairo. Right… fucking… now!”
“Oh my fucking… SHIT!” I scream the last word, doing exactly what he says as he pulls his fingers free, sliding them up to my clit and rubbing me through this intense feeling. In that moment, I realise what’s happening. I’m fucking squirting, the sound of my release hitting the floor between his legs.
“That’s my girl.” Standing up with me in his arms, he spins, placing me in the chair. “Now close your eyes, if you look down at me, if for a single second you open those eyes, I’ll stop.”
“Okay.” I respond quickly, already desperate to come again. I know what I signed up for, and initially I never expected to be chosen. But now, fuck I’m glad I did. I close my eyes and wait for his mouth to descend on my pussy.
Pushing me back, he places his arms under my thighs and drags me forward slightly, lifting one of my legs over his shoulder, he presses the other on the inside of my knee. Keeping me wide open and completely exposed to him, with my eyes closed, I wait patiently for his tongue to meet my bundle of nerves and the minute it glides along my slit, I groan. If I wasn’t so turned on, I’d be embarrassed. He sucks the remainder of my release into his mouth and aggressively spits it back against my throbbing cunt and repeats.
The sound and feeling of him doing something like that turns me on more than it should. I feel him rise up my body, and I make sure I follow the only rule he gave me. Pulling my jawdown, he spits my release into my mouth, then covering it with his hand.
“Taste yourself.” His breathing just as ragged as my own, our sounds melting together. “Fucking glorious.”
Leaning back down he takes my clit into his mouth, his tongue swirling over it in circles. I hold the back of the seat and my other hand sits on top of his head, gripping the nylon fabric of the balaclava tightly in my grasp. My abdominal muscles clenching as the feelings of euphoria and sensitivity bleed into one.
“Yes!” I cry out. “Oh fuck, Deckard, yes!” at this man’s complete mercy. I thought his fingers were good, but his mouth is fucking unbelievable.
He moans around my clit, sending the vibrations directly over it, bringing both his hands between my legs, he leans back slightly, using his thumbs to spread my pussy lips open, then moving back in. Devouring my pussy with his mouth. Eating me out like he will never get another chance.
My body is screaming, chills running up my spine as he works me. Not missing a single part of me as his tongue dips in and out of my hole too.
“Fuck, Cairo,” he moans. The same feeling as before begins to build, the butterflies in my stomach becoming more aggressive. The tip of his tongue flicking over my clit so delicately and at the perfect angle that I’m sure my screams can be heard from outside.
“Please, can I come… Please, please!”
“Just like you did before,” he laughs. “Remember what I said.” I move my other hand to the back seat -eyes still closed tight- and I’m sure all my knuckles are white from the way I’m gripping the wood. I squirt again. His mouth pressed against my pussy for a few seconds, before pulling back and rubbing his hand over my release, spreading it over my pussy and thighs.
“Good whore. That’s a good fucking whore.”
He hums, elongating the praise and I’m fucking dying. I haven’t come that much and that fast since I started having sex and never in my wildest dreams did I think I would enjoy it.
I thought it would be fun to try something new.
“Fuck.” I’m breathing heavy, arm swept over my face.
“Oh no, don’t die on me yet.” He laughs hoarsely, pressing a kiss to my throat, “Open your eyes.” The moment I do, his face is covered with the balaclava again. Grabbing me by the throat, he drags me from the chair back down to the floor. “Take my cock out, Cairo, but keep your eyes on me.”
