Page 13 of Idée Fixe
Lifting my shaking hands to his waistband, I find the button and pop it through the hole, dragging the zip down slowly. My eye’s flick down and within a split second, he clicks his fingers in front of my face, and I look up.
“Right here.” He points to his own eyes.
I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing right now. Allowing a man to treat me this way should disgust me. Not knowing what he looks like should frighten me, but instead, I’m wetter and more excited than I have ever been.
Wrapping my hand around his cock, that’s when I feel them.
Six metal bars on the underside of his shaft.
My eyes widen in surprise, still never leaving his and a devilish grin forms under the black fabric of the balaclava, his eyes creasing at the corners as he looks down on me.
“Mouth open, tongue flat and breathe through your nose. Nod if you understand me.”
Instead of nodding, I perform the instructions for him, and he brushes his hand over the top of my head. Lining the head of his thick shaft up with the opening of my mouth. My tongue brushing the sensitive underside of his cock causing him to groan deep within his chest.
Bending slightly at the waist, he entwines one hand in my hair on top of my head and the other on the underside of my jaw,widening my mouth open as far as it can go. Before I even have a chance to protest, he pushes his shaft in my mouth and down the back of my throat, until my nose is pressed to his pelvic bone.
I struggle slightly but he holds me in place. “Hold it, Cairo. Don’t you dare fucking gag.” After a few seconds, he pulls out, strings of thick saliva connect from my mouth to his cock, and I take in the deepest breath. “Such a good girl, taking my cock like a hungry slut!” I take another deep breath, my eyes starting to water. “Again?” He questions and I nod immediately.
Doing the same things as before, he pulls my head forward and slides all the way down, but this time he begins fucking my throat forcefully. Saliva seeping from the corners of my mouth and down my chin, the sounds of him moving in and out of my throat have me making a guttural, wet sound deep within my throat.
Tears streaming from the corners of my eyes, trailing down either side of my face. The burning in my chest from not being able to breathe causes panic within me. As though he knew, he pulls back a little.
“Look at you, on your knees. Just another bunch of holes for me to fuck, right?” He pulls out of my mouth, and I cough. Saliva dripping over my chest. “Answer me, Cairo.”
“Yes!” I shout, not expecting my words to be that loud.
Shoving his cock back down the back of my throat he holds it there again and I heave slightly. Pressing his hand behind my head, pulling my face closer to his groin, and forcing himself farther back, as far back as he can go. My chest heaves and he pulls out swiftly the moment I cough around his cock. I fall back, my hands splayed out behind me to hold me up. “Yes fucking what!?” he bellows.
“I’m another bunch of holes for you to fuck!” I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. Jesus fucking Christ how can I have someone speak to me like this and be as wet as I am?
Crouching in front of me, his eyes crease behind the balaclava. “You have a sixty second head startpequeño.Use it well.” With that, he winks, standing up and readjusting himself back into his black combats. “Run my girl, because the moment I catch you, no matter where you are, I’m going to fuck you.” Clicking his fingers loudly in front of me, I scramble to my feet, pulling my skirt down as I run.
My heart is beating out of my fucking chest. The way Cairo just took everything I gave to her, makes me so proud, and so fucking excited to chase her. There’s one little catch though, I know where she is at all times. That little gold band she has wrapped securely around her wrist, has a little tracker inside it. Small enough that she wouldn’t even know.
The moment I tasted her sweet little cunt I was obsessed, but when she squirted all over my face, I was a goner. Cairo tasted like heaven mixed with deep rooted sin. I didn’t expect her to perform the way she did either, taking me so far down the back of her throat that if I’d have fucked her face a few moments longer, I’d have easily come down the back of it.
I wasn’t prepared to let that happen though. My cum is going straight in that tight little cunt of hers… or her ass, I don’t give a fuck which comes first. Knowing I get to act on some Primal and Knife play this evening, fills me with excitement and I haven’t felt in years.
She gave me permission; she understood the rules and not once did she use the safe word. If she would have, as muchas it would’ve killed me, I’d have stopped. Hurting her that way, hurting any woman that way is never acceptable. Being a dominant is more than control, it’s allowing yourself to hand all that control over to the submissive and accepting that theyallowyou to do the things you do.
“I have to admit that was fucking hot,” X speaks in my earpiece.
“What the-” snatching the balaclava from my face. “You were fucking listening?”
“Look, you didn’t exactly shut the earpiece off,” Nix laughs. And I pinch the bridge of my nose.
“Taking my cock like a hungry slut,” Z repeats my previous words to her, my blood rising to the top. The three of them begin pissing themselves laughing.
“Did I mention I hate the fucking lot of you?” I grind out, walking over to the draw by the side of my chair and lifting out a fresh balaclava, sliding it over my head. The ear piece still remaining. “Do you know where she is?”
“Bathroom, washing her face,” Nix sighs.
“She looks fucked up,” X laughs again. His cackle grating on me more and more as the days of us being friends pass by. “Then again after what it sounded like you did to her I’m not-”
“Shut up!” I shout. “Jesus fucking Christ!”
What the fuck is their problem?
