Convergence: Part 3
Smiling at him I lean forward and whisper, “Good boy”, into his ear while biting hearing him gasp from the slight sharp pain.
Sliding off his back I walk around him and grab for the metal collar that lay on his bed. Turning around I tell him to sit up while I tightly lock his collar into place. “Stand up,” I tell him. When he does it allows his cock to come head to head with me. I look up at him knowing he can’t see me down here because of the blindfold. That’s why I end up just staring at his cock for almost 5 minutes. I haven’t even touched it yet and he hasn’t said a word. He’s been standing super still and I know he’s extremely aroused since I can see some pre-cum dripping out of his cock. I also know he’s anticipating how my hands will feel around his cock.
Finally allowing myself the pleasure of touching his cock, I gently start to tease his head while reaching down and grabbing the cage. Sliding the metal piece over the head of his cock making sure the urethral plug slides into place, I then grab the part that goes underneath his balls and pull it tightly closed allowing me to lock the cage into place with a padlock.
Sitting back on my heels, I start to examine my master piece before me. Looking at him, I keep trying to find something. He looks right, but something is missing. I slowly start to run a finger down his muscular abdomen watching goose bumps follow in my wake. Leaning forward I allow myself to open up just this once and place a delicate kiss to his right pubic bone. Feeling him take a deep breath, I slightly smirk not letting me lips leave his skin. Knowing all this is doing is messing with his head, just depends which one is doing most of the thinking right now. Opening my mouth I start to run my tongue over the imaginary mark I branded his skin with that one kiss, knowing this isn’t satisfying my cravings.
Inhaling deeply I can smell his scent; it’s a mixture of musk, pheromones and sweat. This is the smell of sex, desire, or full arousal. And this is just the beginning, this is where I take what I want and purposely forget his needs. I am going to use his body for my pleasure and eventually his mind will follow. This is why I place my teeth over his skin and bite. I bite so hard I hear him moan and feel him tense trying to mask the pain which all it does is fuel me to bite harder.
I bite so hard I get a metallic taste in my mouth and that’s when I let go and push him away from me. Taking a deep breath I wipe my mouth and spit in his face hoping to ignore the thoughts that are running through my head, I know I shouldn’t be like this. I shouldn’t get aroused by seeing him in pain, but that’s only a fraction of what’s going on. Deep down I know it was blood. His blood.
And to be honest if you only knew the state of arousal I am right now, the wetness of my panties, the physical toll my body is enduring would be considered masochistic in some eyes. Is it sick that I want to beat him to bloody pulpit that those are the thoughts that run through my head. Knowing my sadism is at high I try to gain control of it and use those sick twisted thoughts for my own benefit and pleasure.
This is why I end up sliding onto his bed, moving toys and tortures devices out of my way and tell him to lose the blindfold.
Watching him nod his head in silence I see him reach around his neck and pull the blindfold loose and drop it to the ground. Seeing him get accustomed to the lighting in the room, he blinks a few times and drops his head to the floor.
“No I want you to look at me” I say out loud. Following my orders he tilts his head back up and I start to feel his eye explore my body. Slowly I start to unbutton my blouse and untuck in from my skirt I start to speak. “Do you have any idea what you have made me do? Look at this shirt I got blood all over it.” Knowing there isn’t a speck of blood on it I keep going on saying “How dare you tempt me enough to do such a horrible act. Do you have any idea what kind of thoughts are running through my head right now.” Widening his dark russet eyes, he shakes his head in confusion unsure if he should speak. “Because you choose to be a little tease, I think it’s time for some punishment and trust me it’s not the kind that I want to do to you right now, but one of us can’t be losing control can they?”
Finally speaking he says “No Angel, what do you wish of me to do?”
Smirking to him I slowly dip my hands to the buttons of my skirt and say, “Just watch”….
Running my delicate fingers over the buttons I start to snap them and lean back into his bed.
“If you’re going to be a little tease then it’s only fair for the same treatment don’t you agree?”
Biting my lip I watch him watch my movements. Sliding my hands underneath my skirt and panties I finally allow myself the pleasure of touching my pussy. Running a finger in-between my lips I feel the wetness that’s been coating my panties. Moaning out loud I say, “Oh look at the mess you have caused...” “Can’t you just imagine the taste, the wetness down here all because you have to be such a tease?”
Pulling my hand out from underneath my skirt I look up into his eyes, knowing he will follow my movements with his eyes. Placing my wet fingers in my mouth, I start to lick my juices off of them.
Looking down, I see his cock straining in the cage. “Oh do you want a taste?”
Nodding he steps forward not realizing I didn’t say yes, but because I really can’t wait to feel his mouth on my clit I allow him the luxury of watching me up close.
“On your knees…”I say and immedietly dropping to his knees I scoot up to the edge of the bed but bring a pillow to lay on. Allowing my legs to dangle of his bed, I allow myself to get comfortable and stick my shoe in his face.
“Yes Angel...” he says while grabbing my ankle softly and slowly unclasping my heel off me foot.
While he continues to do the same to the other foot I search the bed for my little bullet that got moved earlier. Finding it I turn it on and slid it underneath my skirt and panties and start to play with my pussy while he undresses me.
Once he gets my heels off he hesitates what should come off next but must have decided that my skirt should be next since that is what I feel get tugged off of me. I’m not even watching him anymore, I have my eyes shut and I am letting the bullet tease my clit but I know he is taking my skirt off so I gently open my legs and press my feet into the bed allowing him to slide my skirt off. Peeking I see him fold my skirt and place them on the floor, then turn back to me and that’s when he doesn’t even ask he just does. He starts to run his hands over my legs that are encased in stockings.
Moaning from the pleasure the bullet is releasing on my clit and the mixture of his hands on me I say. “You better hurry up or you will be in that cage the rest of the night”.
Watching him unsnap each stocking from the garter and carefully yank them down my legs he sets them with my skirt and shoes.
Sitting up I take off my blouse and toss it to him and he folds it and sets it down with the other clothing.
Feeling the wetness in between my legs I lean back but before I do I grab his collar and pull his face down into my panties but say “No licking”.
Knowing he can feel the vibration of the bullet and the wetness of my panties I look beside me and find the pinwheel.
“Now since we are in this situation, I think it’s safe to say that I get to cum and if I feel like you have deserved a release I will let you know. Understand?”
“Yes Angel” he says not thinking twice about it.
“Good now take my panties off.” Feeling his hands on my waist he slowly tugs my panties down over my thighs and legs and drops them to the floor. Peeking down at his cock, I can tell he is incredibly aroused but can’t fully take advantage of the state he is in. Damn cruel devices, aren’t they such a lovely thing.
“Go ahead boy clean up the mess you have made,” I say rubbing my fingers in-between my pussy.
Now this is where I would have thought he would have dived right in, but no the damn humble bastard hesitated and brought his mouth down to my thighs and started to kiss and nibble all the way up to the outside of my lips and then down the other thigh.
Getting even more aroused and agitated I grab him by his hair shove his face into my pussy feeling him immediately lick my clit. “You damn fool; you are so totally getting punished for that.” Feeling him smile he keeps running his tongue down and in between my lips tasting my wetness and arousal from the bullet and the obvious effect he has on me.
Biting my lip, I start to dig the pinwheel into his back knowing how sharp those little points can be. Watching his back flinch I dig deeper which makes him speed his movements with his talented tongue. “Harder you little tease.”
Finally feeling two sets of finger slid into me, I moan even louder.
Knowing I’m close to cum I make a drastic decision and kick him off of me.
Not expecting my reaction he falls back and looks up at me with confusion.
“Oh you silly man, you think you’re going to let me cum that soon. Oh you have so much more work to do. I plan on cumming the first time when I am inside you.”
Swallowing he realizes what I mean to that and looks for the strapon that lies up near the headboard of his bed.
“Stand up and turn around...” I say while grabbing the rope beside the strapon.
Starting with his wrist I start to bind one of them and then cut it with some scissors leaving enough rope to tie his wrist to the headboard. After getting both done I stand up and tell him to lay flat on his stomach and not to move. Getting his wrists tightly bound to the headboard I move my way down to his feet but grab a flogger the fell on the floor. Grabbing one ankle I wrap it up with the rope and tie it to the end of the bed making sure there isn’t any slack.
To be honest I don’t plan to be nice. I had trained him for this all those months; I just hope he knows how brutal I plan to be. If not he does have a safe word, but I’m pretty sure he doesn’t want to disappoint me and I know the level of pain he can handle. I may not be nice but he will learn something from this. One doesn’t fuck with a sadist and two if you can’t resist watch your back.
“How are you feeling”... I say noticing he is a bit tense.
“I am alright Angel...”
“That’s not what I asked.” Knowing he isn’t saying what he wants.
Taking a deep breath he says, “I’m a bit nervous, but I trust you and I don’t want to disappoint you. I can take it.”
“Yes you can, but I am going to help you in the beginning. I am going to give you a taste of pain that is going to be worse than what I plan on doing to you with the strapon.” “We’ve prepared for this and you know what you have to say if…” Cutting me off he says, “Yes Angel, I know what you are going to say but I’m alright. I am ready.”
And with those three words he gives his body over to me.
Nodding silently, I take a deep breath and pick up the flogger. Taking a step back I take a few practice swings testing the level of pressure I should use. Once I get where I want I say, “We will do 50. I want your back and legs burning and stinging when I take you.”
“Count with me...” I say and with that I start to layer his back and legs with marks and welts. Hearing him echo a number after each blow, I keep going all the way till we reach 50 knowing he is about to reach his limit.
Dropping the flogger to the floor I look at my canvas that has been painted with welts and marks. None that will be permanent but there will definitely be bruises. Grabbing the strapon and lube, I start to put the harness on and that’s when I hear it.
He says it so softly but I heard it.“Thank you…”
Of course he would thank me, god this man could be the death of me.
After adjusting the straps I slide the feeldo inside of my pussy and pull the head of the strap on through the harness hole. Grabbing the lube I coat the blue strapon running my hands up and down it.
“You’re welcome, but you shouldn’t be thanking me yet.”
Placing my knees in between his legs I carefully mount myself over him and grab more lube.
“Remember… relax…” Feeling him take a deep breath and letting it out slowly, I pour lube onto two fingers and start to spread his cheeks apart.
Rubbing my fingers over the rim, I coat him very thoroughly making sure that when I penetrate it would be that bad. In real honesty he has taken bigger anal plugs than this but I never let him fuck himself with them.
Feeling him take another deep breath I start to finger slide a finger in his ass, opening him up. Grabbing the strapon I move the head of it right where I had my fingers and slowly start to apply pressure. Slowly I feel him take it in and that’s when I run my hand to his waist and grab his caged cock. Pushing deep into him, I stay still and find the padlock of his cage. Feeling him lift I grab the keys around my neck and unlock him from his cage while still deep inside him.
To be honest I do want him to enjoy this as much as I do. If I can make him come from this alone, then I’d be pretty damn proud of myself.
Sliding the cage off of him I set it down on the bed and go back to his cock feeling it hard.
“So you do like this…”
“Good… let’s see how much you can take.”
Grabbing his cock I start to stroke him while I move my hips in and out making the strapon move inside him.
Hearing him moaning from the mixture of pleasure I smile to myself and finally let go. Moving my body in rhythm with the strokes I unleash on his cock I bring myself to the edge feeling the feeldo in my pussy rub against my clit.
With the mixture of pleasure, pain, humiliation, submission, I finally let myself go and cum. Driving myself into him hard and fast not letting up until I hear beg.
Begging for his release he says, “Please Angel… I need.”
“Shhh…” I whisper to him knowing what he wants and finally giving it to him.
Sliding out of him, I unhook the strapon and harness and grab the scissors. Cutting the ropes he turns over and grabs me by my waist and drags me to his lap.
Feeling his erection in between my legs I push him back on the bed grab his cock.
Straddling him, I look down and watch him watch me slide his cock in between my pussy.
Feeling his hardness I lower myself down on him moaning when I finally take him all the way. Grabbing the headboard I start to ride his cock while he fondles my breasts.
“You’re so beautiful Angel…”
“Hmmm…. You are something else my boy..”
Rocking against him, I speed up my pace knowing he is close. Grinding my pussy deep into him over and over again, he finally says “Angel… Please...”
Riding him harder I let go and dig my nails into his chest and give him permission to cum by kissing him on the mouth and saying “Cum for me.”
Reaching down he grabs my waist and starts to match my movements bringing him to the edge. Over and over he plunges deeper into me, and that’s when he cums. Feeling him release himself in me, I smile to myself knowing what I have plan for him.
Laying my head on his chest, I listen to his heartbeat not quite wanting to get up yet but knowing he has a mess to clean up.
“Sorry Angel…” He says while running his fingers through my hair. “I shouldn’t have cam inside you”.
Sitting up I look into his dark russet eyes and say, “Oh don’t be, you can clean up your mess with your mouth” Sliding him out of me I move up his body and straddle his face.
Feeling his tongue run over pussy, he starts to lick up my juices and his cum. Over and over he sucks and licks, making sure he doesn’t miss a drop. Feeling clean I tap him on his shoulder and he stops after placing a kiss on my pussy lips.
Shaking my head, I look down at him and say “Good night.” Placing a kiss on his lips tasting the mixture of us on I knock off all the rest of the toys and push back the blankets and sink deep into the covers.
Feeling him wrap his arms around me and pull me close. We lay there like that not saying a word. I’m not sure how long we ended up lying like that. It could have been minutes or even hours. I really didn’t even fall asleep at first but when he started to place small kisses on my shoulders and rubbed my back, I couldn’t help but fall asleep.
Waking up I look around and notice it’s still dark out. All my toys and clothes are picked up and placed nice and neatly on his dresser drawer. Sliding out of the bed not trying to wake him, I go search for his bathroom. Walking in I shut the door and turn the lights on. Looking in the mirror I look at myself and noticed that I am still naked from our session and it’s probably like 3 in the morning. Turning the faucet on I wait till it gets warm and start to splash warm water in my face.
Reaching for a towel, I dry off trying to not think about my phone.
Knowing that I should probably check it I shut off the lights and open the door in search for my phone. Finding it by my tote, I grab it and notice I have 4 missed calls, and 12 texts, I shake my head knowing who it is.
Walking over to the corner of the room and sit down on the floor I start to go through my phone. After getting the confirmation I set it down and look at him asleep on the bed. He looks peaceful, happy, and sedated. He doesn’t look like he regrets anything, and that’s problem.
Once he realizes who I really am then it will change. Deep down when I decided to meet him, I knew this was going to be a one-time ordeal. It’s not that I don’t want him. I do, if you only knew how much. But I have come to realize that sometimes we are not afforded the opportunity to have what we what. That sometimes we have to settle for what we have or just accept that things are not meant to be.
To be real honest all that is a crock a shit. I am just denying myself a great chance at a fresh start but I’m not ready, nor will I ever be ready.
This is why I grab my clothes and get dressed quietly grabbing my tote of toys and shutting the door.
Walking down the hallway to the stairs, I go down them in search of some paper.
Finding some in the kitchen, where all our food lies uneaten. I reach in my tote and find a pen and write out a letter to him.
You can call it a good bye letter, but I am not much into good byes.
Since really there isn’t anything good about this.
After signing my name below three simple words, I leave the letter by the kitchen sink.
Walking to the front door, I turn around one more time hoping I am making the right decision and decide to walk out the front door.
Hoping he will believe the simple lie I told him, hoping that my behavior will make sense, hoping that I didn’t hurt him.
Walking to my car I get in and start it hearing my gps coming to life. Pressing home, I reads out 3 hours and 22 min away.
Backing out of his driveway, I leave him and my lies at his door step.
The lie that read, “I am married… Angel”…
This is not how I really wanted this story to end. But it was the best ending I could give, maybe you the readers can think that her being married didn’t change anything, but to me I believe that was the only way for an ending to come. I really couldn’t continue this story on the way I wanted to since my feelings and emotions wasn’t in it the way when I first started it.