Page 27 of The Ties We Break

Declan continues to speak as though I never said a word, and I just roll my eyes as I listen to his instructions. “As you can probably tell, these curtains open, and we will have an audience for this scene. If you do not want an audience or want to stop at any point, you must remember your safe words. I will also be very much pushing your pleasure-pain barrier today in ways we haven’t tried before. In addition, I will be showing you how much more intense sex can be when your senses are removed. So, all the normal rules apply, and you can use your safe words anytime. This will be your most intense experience to date, and hopefully your best. Are you happy to proceed?”

As soon as I agree to Declan’s plans, his lips press against mine once again, and he seems pleased by my confirmation. What he doesn’t realise is that I fucking love experimenting with him, and I can’t wait to learn everything he has to teach me. The only problem is that whenever he instructs me on something new, and he takes me to that edge before I free fall into oblivion, each time becomes that little bit less satisfying, but not in a bad way. It still feels fucking amazing, but also like I’m missing something. Like I need more. I know at the height of my pleasure, when I am losing all control of my body, the one thing I crave is to feel his cock inside me. Ironically, the one thing I desire most is the one thing he won't ever be able to give me. His cock.

His kiss is intense and passionate, just like Declan, and as his tongue devours my mouth, I can't control myself. I throw my leg over his until I’m straddling him. I run my fingers through his silky black hair, grasping the strands tightly, and causing Dec to hiss into my mouth. At the same time, I grind down on his denim-covered, but still very noticeably hard cock, causing a moan to escape me as it brushes over my exposed clit.

Declan’s hand slides up my thighs, under my skirt and grabs hold of the top of my thighs, his fingers slightly touching my ass. At first, I think he will stop me from grinding down onto his cock, but he doesn’t. Instead, he pushes me down onto him even further. My moans echo as much as they can whilst being swallowed by his kisses.

I’m so engrossed in the feeling of his cock, even though it's still covered by his jeans, rubbing up and down my slit before pressing hard against my clit. I feel as though the rest of the world disappears. I love that Declan lets me take control of this situation, to grind against him as much as I want, basically taking whatever I need from him until I feel myself reaching that peak. I remember the rules, and reluctantly, I pull my lips slightly from his to ask his permission. “Please, Sir. Please, can I come?”

I continue to ride him, slamming my body down against his and taking advantage of the roughness as his jeans rub against my most sensitive spot. My moans are no longer being drowned out by his lips and are reverberating around the room. The longer Declan refuses to answer, the more I beg until he finally takes pity and replies. “Have you really got yourself so excited just by dry humping me, beautiful?”

I waste no time replying, knowing he’s trying to embarrass me and push me, but I’m not ashamed of my body or its reactions. This is what he’s trying to teach me in his own way. “Yes, Sir. I am. I can feel your big, hard cock through your jeans, and it’s rubbing against my naked pussy. The more I grind against you, the more sensitive my clit becomes. I need more, Sir; I am so close. Please, Sir. Please let me come.”

His responding kiss lets me know I just said exactly what he was hoping for. As I try to devour him with my lips, he pulls back slightly until his lips barely touch mine, but now he can look me in the eyes. “Come.” It’s just one word, one loud whisper that is not only music to my ears but also the command I’ve been waiting for. My body, well trained after just one week of play, wastes no time at all, and I fall apart right there on Declan’s lap. He holds me close; his kisses both soothe and swallow my cries of pleasure.

As I come down from my peak, I collapse into Declan’s arms, feeling well and truly exhausted from such an intense orgasm, but Declan wastes no time at all. He lifts me as though I weigh nothing and sits me in the centre of the sofa, indicating with his hands that I should keep my legs wide open, and since my dress is still pulled up around my waist, I am fully on display.

Looking up, I’m shocked to see the curtain has opened. I can’t believe I missed when that happened. What surprises me most is that the glass looks clouded, and I can’t see anyone on the other side. Part of me is glad because I can convince myself that there’s only Declan and me here. Indicating for me to stay still, he walks over to the cabinet and gathers a few things in his hands.

Tracking him out of the corner of my eye, he approaches me from behind. Placing the items on the small table behind the sofa, he reaches over and touches the sides of my face before sweeping the stray tendrils of my hair back over my ears and out of my eyes.

“Remember your safe words? Do not hesitate to use them if you need to. Do you trust me?” With a breathy moan, I tell him I do trust him. I don’t even think about it, the answer just comes instinctively, and I know I mean it.

His hands leave my face, and just seconds later, they return, only this time he slides a silky material over my eyes. Once he finally has it in position, I realise it’s a large, soft blindfold that he has tied securely at the back, just underneath my hair bun. No matter how hard I try, I cannot see a thing. Just like Declan said, my other senses become heightened. I listen more closely, trying to work out precisely what he’s doing next, but just as I locate his footsteps walking away from me, he begins playing some soft orchestral music. He’s doing it to prevent me from hearing too, and it’s working. I can’t hear where he is in the room anymore, so I sit still, knowing I will soon feel or maybe even smell his typical Declan scent when he gets close enough.

Sure enough, it doesn’t take long before I feel a dip in the sofa cushion next to me, and Declan’s rough hands gently touch my arms. I try to follow exactly what he’s doing, but without my primary senses, it isn’t easy. Until I feel him start to pull the hem of my dress up and over my head. I allow Declan to manipulate my body; however, he needs to until the dress is off. Barely a second later, I feel him gently take hold of my hands. He pulls them together before wrapping the same silky material around my wrists, binding them. We have never tried tying me up before, but I did indicate on my sheet that it was something I wanted to try, and now that it’s happening, my heart races with excitement.

Once my hands are bound, Declan pulls my knees up, opening my legs further to ensure everyone has a very clear view of what I’m sure is my glistening pussy. I sit there for what seems like ages, just waiting for something to happen. It probably hasn’t been that long, but it sure feels like it. Then, out of the blue, I feel one of Declan's rough fingers swipe through my slit, gathering as much of my juices as possible before gently circling my clit. He does this a few times, and even though he’s done this lots before, because I’m lacking my other senses, I feel his touch so much more, and every bit feels unexpected and new. So, when he stops, I can’t help my resulting groan.

I don’t feel lost for long because seconds later, something large and cold presses against my clit. As soon as the low vibrations begin to tingle, I know exactly what it is. Declan has set the wand vibrator on its lowest setting, just enough to stimulate me and get me wetter, but it’s not enough to get me off. Or at least, that’s what I’ve learnt from the few times we’ve played with it in the past.

The head of the wand is lightly pressed against my clit, whilst also stimulating my lips too, but it isn’t quite enough. I want to shuffle slightly, to push it harder against my clit, and create more of the throbbing sensation that I need, but I know moving risks pushing the wand further away. Or worse still, it could anger Declan so much that he wants to punish me. So, I stay still.

While concentrating on the feeling the wand is creating, I almost miss Declan starting to play with my nipples. At first, he just rolls them between his thumb and forefinger, getting them slightly more erect before he lightly begins tugging on them. I’m sure they are fully erect now, and Dec wastes no time alternating between taking one in his mouth while his fingers play with the other. My nipples become hypersensitive in less time than usual, and my cries of pleasure break free as I push my chest against Dec’s face.

I’m so overcome with the sensations I barely register that the wand’s position is moved slightly. I’m unsure if I’m starting to feel it less because I was moving too much while my nipples were being stimulated or if the other feelings were overwhelming. But before I can overthink it, Declan’s tongue gently begins to swipe across my slit a few times before finally paying attention to my clit. The feel of his tongue against my clit feels incredible, and like all the other sensations, it’s heightened. The feeling of him licking and sucking on my nipple is so intense.

Wait a second. What the fuck? How can he be licking my clit and sucking on my nipple at the same time? That’s impossible! Suddenly, I hate not being able to see who is in the room with me. So, I call out to him, desperate to know he is still here. “Declan, what’s going on?”

The mouth on my nipple stops, as does that beautiful wand vibrator, but the person licking my pussy doesn’t stop, and they continue to devour up and down my slit. I also feel them gently probing my wet entrance with their tongue, which drags a moan out of me despite me trying not to. I’m even more surprised when someone lightly sweeps their tongue over my puckered asshole. I yelp, more out of shock and surprise than anything else. It feels so naughty to have anyone down there, let alone someone I can’t see, licking away at my forbidden hole. But I can’t deny that as their tongue gently rolls around my tight entrance, I like it.

“Just go with it, beautiful. I know you are enjoying it.” Declan's words sound husky and full of passion. Whatever he can see is turning him on too, because I can hear the desire in his voice. That spurs me on even more. I always knew this moment was coming. I had previously agreed that I wanted to try a threesome, as long as Declan was part of it with me. I guess that time is now.

When I don’t reply, he returns his attention to my nipples, but instead of sucking and gently nibbling on them, he begins to pull them until they start to hurt. They’re so sensitive from the abuse they took from his tongue and his fingers, it doesn’t take much for them to go from sensitive to painful. Declan seems to know exactly how far to go, and despite my cries of discomfort, he continues to squeeze my nipples, pulling them slightly. Before I even get a chance to vocalise the pain, I feel something cold like metal touching my nipple. Then, as Declan lets go, the cold metal clamps down on it, causing spasms to reverberate through my nipple and breast. I scream out in agony, and Declan whispers soothingly into my ear. For the first time since we started playing together, I considered using my safe word. But as Declan gently peppers kisses across my neck, telling me how proud he is of me, and whoever is eating my pussy licks more until the sensations all start to override the discomfort, and I begin to compose myself.

Not long after I calm down, the same thing happens to my other nipple, but this time I expect it. I still scream out, but I know to concentrate on the sensation between my legs so the pain dies down quicker. Although I’ve never seen a nipple clamp before, I have read about them in one of my raunchy books. I remember seeing the reference on my sign-up sheet, and I debated for a while over whether or not this was something I wanted to try. I decided I needed to know what it feels like before I say I don’t like them. At the moment, the jury is still out on them. But I trust Declan, and I will give it a shot if he thinks I will like them.

After a while, the ache in my nipples starts to die down, and all I can concentrate on is Declan’s lips against mine, combined with the sensation of the stranger's tongue licking my ass and pussy. It doesn't take long before I can feel my body starting to sing; all the muscles in my lower abdomen clench, as my vaginal walls begin to cramp, and my hands reach out desperately to grasp something, but with my hands bound, all I can do is clench my fists.

“Sir…Please, Sir. I–I need…I need t–to come. Can I?”

Declan doesn’t reply. Instead, I feel fingers pressing into my pussy. I try to focus on the feeling, to identify any clues that might tell me who is in the room with us. Thinking about who it might be, I consider Kian first, but as soon as I feel the fingers in my pussy, I start to think it might be a girl. I can feel two fingers, but they’re not as big as I’m used to with Declan. Despite going slower than I usually like, the person knows precisely when to hook their fingers to hit that perfect spot, and I lose my mind.

Between breathy moans, I can’t stop begging and pleading with Declan to let me come, but he remains silent. As soon as I feel the magic wand vibrator press hard against my clit, while Dec sucks and nibbles on my neck, I know he’s ignoring me on purpose. He wants me to come without permission so we can have some fun together using our prearranged punishments. At this moment in time, I’m so fucking desperate to come, I’m willing to take any of his punishments.

With one final plea that falls on deaf ears, I can’t help but fall apart. My moans fill the room, and I announce I’m coming as my pussy clamps down on the strangers’ fingers. Then, at the height of my orgasm, Declan removes the clamps from my nipples, and as the blood rushes back into my numb nipples, my pleasure-filled screams ring loud. The sensation is overwhelming, and with the fingers still moving in my pussy, and the wand vibrating against my over-sensitised clit, I can’t even begin to explain how delicate and raw my body feels. For the first time, in between my rapid breathing, I beg them to stop. They continue, and shortly afterwards, another orgasm ripples through my body, catching me completely off guard.

Everything is so overly sensitive, and I can't even understand what I’m mumbling about. Tears roll down my face as I beg and plead with them to stop, to give me a small amount of time to regain control of my body. Despite being overwhelmed by the feelings, I still don’t use my safe word. I might feel like I have lost all my composure, but I don’t hate it or want it to end. I just need a minute. Luckily, Declan listens and realises I’ve reached my limit. The fingers pull out of my pussy, and the vibrations stop. Dec wraps his arm around me as he unfastens my hands and pulls me onto his chest for a hug. I cling to him, wrapping my arms around his bare chest, loving the feel of his hard muscles against my cheek. I listen to his heart rate and use that as the guide to slow my breathing down.

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