Run Through Me Like Bad Drugs

In the darkness behind the blindfold, his eyes went wide. A strong tingling sensation washed through his body, as if all the sexual energy inside him was convening, swelling and bursting around that focal point. He fought to regain control over himself and what he was experiencing, but it was like trying to climb aboard a flimsy raft from a swirling ocean in the midst of a crashing storm.

So overwhelmed by the new sensations sweeping through him, he momentarily forgot that he was not alone, until a stiletto heel came to rest on his bare chest, and shoved him hard. He reeled in surprise and, thrown off balance with his hands tied, landed heavily on the floor. The leash on his collar went taut and jolted him back, making him choke and sputter, but before he could recover, he heard the subtle squeak of latex, and then his mouth was covered by the essence of her as she settled herself onto his face. Automatically, his tongue went to work, licking and dipping into her moisture as she shifted her hips slowly back and forth.

"Mmngh… yes, just like that… ohhh, yes, mmm, good boy… You're being so good for me tonight, my darling." Long fingernails traced his inner thigh, making him jerk. The button clicked again, and suddenly he was moaning and twisting to the intensified buzzing inside him.

Hearing him writhe, she sat back once more, at the same time bending to lick the head of his length. Wrapping one hand around the base of his shaft, she reached between his legs with the other and wiggled the vibrating toy, relishing the muffled, helpless cry that sounded in response.

"Aaahh…! E– Mis– hah…! Edi– Edith you can't– p-please! Please!"

She paused. He had never begged like this before, but he hadn't invoked their safeword. Still, it would be best to stop teasing him like this. Lifting herself off his face, she turned around and poised her hips above his, then slowly lowered herself onto him, while appreciating the sight that lay before her.

His tied arms forced him to arch, dark head thrown back to expose the long white neck on which the black leather collar tugged. His lean, powerful body was stretched out under her, and she couldn't resist adding to the red marks from her flogging by raking her fingernails down his chest. He groaned hoarsely, straining. When she finally began to ride him, she made sure to take him in from tip to hilt each time, before gradually picking up speed.

By this time, he had begun to lose sense of himself. All he was conscious of was the burgeoning erotic energy inside him that felt like it was going to spill outward at any moment, yet somehow kept on churning and building because he couldn't harness it. His whole body shook with the endless vibrations that ran through him, which only intensified with the rhythm of her weight pressing down on his abdomen. He felt unbearably close, but somehow release kept edging beyond his reach, even when she clicked the button a third time, causing him to thrash.

Edith, excited by the intensity of the play and the frenzied reactions and raw sounds she was wringing out of him, peaked quickly, her movements going wild and uneven as she cried out and came. Feeling her constrict around him, he dug his heels into the ground to drive his hips desperately up towards her, his insides clenching around the vibrator, and was met with an explosion of acute ecstasy which swept all the way through him, then continued coursing on and on, and on, and on, past levels of pleasure he hadn't known existed. His blindfolded vision went white.

When he finally regained awareness, he couldn't feel his limbs. Someone was saying something just beside him, but he couldn't make out the words; it seemed he had temporarily gone deaf. Unable to move, he lay there, struggling to remember how to breathe, and felt himself be rolled onto his side. His bindings were loosened. The sash around his eyes was undone, and he could vaguely make out her features in the blur. When she slid the toy out of him, he moaned through a ragged throat, and faintly realised he must have been shouting. He barely registered her cool touch on his numb face, her tender kiss on his lips, as he faded out of consciousness.

She was always struck by how guileless he seemed in slumber, how tame. Although the residual pleasure made her steps uneven, she managed to get to the bedroom and wrestled the quilt off the bed to drag it into the living room. She laid it carefully over him and slipped underneath, tucking herself under his arm, resting her head on his shoulder, her arm across his chest, skin against hot skin.

He's mine. She couldn't help but smile at the thought as she drifted off to sleep. But when she next opened her eyes, it was already mid-morning; she was back in her bed with the quilt tucked around her, and Keary was nowhere to be found.

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