52. July 15th

JULY 15TH

Sylvan

Holy sugar on saltines!

Tentatively, she placed the blindfold over his eyes, wrapping it around his head, and tied it in a flat knot behind his head. Adjusting it to ensure it was over his eyes, she checked to make sure it was tight enough to prevent it from coming off. "Can you see?" she asked.

"No."

"Is it uncomfortable?"

She watched him swallow. "No."

"Okay." She withdrew her hands and placed one over her stomach to quell the butterflies. "Lie back on the bed with your head on the pillow."

Hands behind him on the edge of the bed, he hoisted himself onto the bed, then slid back on the covers so that he was lying in the center.

Gingerly, she climbed up onto the bed next to him, rope in hand, then straddled him, careful to avoid sitting on his jutting cock. Afraid she would refuse to follow through, she let the rope unwind, its length laying loosely on his chest and trailing off the side closest to the floor. Gathering his hands in hers, she put them together, wrist to wrist, and wound the rope several times around them. Gently, she guided his arms above his head and helped him find the center post behind the pillows and part of the bookshelves' support system. Once his hands had gripped the post, she tied off the ends, draping the excess length on the bookshelf, then slid her fingers between the rope and his skin to make sure that it was tight enough not to slip loose, but also not too tight to abrade his skin, just like he had always done with her.

"If you feel any numbness, tingling, or pain, you tell me immediately."

He licked his lips, which were just short of a grimace, but he nodded.

"Words, TB."

He chuckled tightly. "Well played, princess. It's uncomfortable. But no more so than it was for you, I imagine. I haven't been in this spot since I joined my first kink club."

Jealousy reared hard. "You've been tied before?"

"It made sense to me that anything I intended to do to a submissive, I needed to experience myself. I wanted to understand what she would feel."

"Everything?" she squeaked.

He smiled again. "Yes. Everything," he emphasized to her. "But you can put the green-eyed monster away, princess. It was one time for each of those things, and not with anyone I was attracted to. Being dominated by a Domme is not something I wish to repeat," he admitted. "I would only do this again for you."

She pitched forward with a speed she didn't know she possessed and slammed her lips down onto his. Hungrily, she swept her tongue over the seam of his lips, forcing it into his mouth. She flicked his tongue with the tip of hers, then slid it along his.

She could feel him vibrating beneath her. He was trying to remain submissive to her, but he was struggling.

This man. To have him at her whims? For him to allow her to have this unprecedented control over his pleasure? This truly was everything that he could give her.

"You trust me, don't you, TB?" Flame asked.

"I would never put myself in this position with you if I didn't. But I would like to make one request."

Even when he asks for something, he doesn't phrase it as a question. Dominant to his core.

"Which is?"

"Call me Micah."

He wants me to use his real name. Oh, sassafras!

From her perch astride him, she leaned down, bringing her lips to barely brush against the hollow in his throat. "Micah." His name came from her mouth like a sigh, and his body seemed to relax a fraction.

Sylvan found herself at a loss. What should she do with him? This was so much easier when she just had to exist. He was responsible for all decisions, and she had only to experience. But now she was expected to lead, and she felt awkward despite being given free rein to do with him whatever she liked.

She returned her mouth to the hollow of his throat, this time pressing a kiss there. The tip of her tongue slipped between her lips to taste his skin. It was warm and tasted slightly of salt. Sweat from nerves at being restrained? She felt her power increase.

Emboldened by his taste, she dragged the point of her tongue across his clavicle, then down to his nipple. Her tongue traced a circle around the disk, and when it had made an entire journey of three hundred and sixty degrees, she used her front teeth to ever-so-gently grip the nipple and tug.

He hissed, and his back arched slightly off of the mattress. "Fuck, Sylvan. Again."

"What do you say, Micah?"

"Please," he gritted out through his teeth.

"Very well done. I guess I have to reward you for that."

She crossed over to the other nipple and repeated the process. But before she bit and tugged this time, she whispered, "We can't have this nipple feeling neglected, now can we?"

His groan at the pulling from her mouth was part laugh. "You're enjoying using my words and tactics against me way too much. Use this opportunity wisely, young lady. You will never get it again."

"Mmmmmm," she hummed as her tongue licked a path back up to his throat, where she latched on like a nursing kitten. "Never say never," she mumbled against his skin, then went back to sucking lightly at the spot.

Sylvan wiggled her way back along Micah's torso until she felt the gentle nudge of the tip of his cock against her ass. She felt a slight wetness against her skin from him, and she smiled to herself.

Get ready, my lovely giant. I'm going to rock your world.

He was hissing slightly again, so she looked up at him from her sprawled position. She placed a well-manicured finger against his lips. "One more sound out of you, young man, and I'll stop what I'm about to do."

She knew he couldn't see her face, but it amused her to imagine what he'd picture in his own head at what she was doing or going to be doing. Rising onto her knees, she took her weight off of his chest and hips. The only place they were now touching was the insides of her knees and calves to his hips and thighs. Placing her hands wide of his body on the bed, she swung her left leg over him so that she was kneeling on the outside of the bed at his hip.

He didn't speak, but she could tell by the clenched jaw that he desperately wanted to give her a command. One that likely held the threat of a spanking if she didn't comply with what he wanted, and quickly. His hips even rose slightly off the mattress as if trying to follow her body.

"No, no, no, Micah. Your job is to simply lie there. Your pleasure is my responsibility now."

"That's mean, Sylvan."

"Oh, so it's not mean when you say that to me?" she teased.

"No, it's not. You need me to tell you that, or you don't get the maximum amount of pleasure out of our time together. You rush toward your pleasure. My job is to make sure you savor it, even when it's passionate. Even when it's quick, you can't rush it. There's a difference."

"Well, don't ‘rush' me by thrusting your hips into the air like that. We'll get there," she repeated yet another of his phrases, trying desperately not to giggle at his frustration.

"Woman, I am so going to paddle your ass when I get loose."

"Perhaps I should keep you tied up permanently, then, hmmm?"

Facing the foot of the bed, she pressed her lips to his right hip, at the very start of the V-cut to his groin. Her tongue slipped out between her lips again, and she traced the cut all the way to his cock. Then she snaked her tongue back into her mouth but drew her index finger up the wet stripe she had drawn from cock to hip.

She placed that same index finger into her mouth and began to suck on it, gathering her saliva onto the digit. When she let it go, she made a popping sound so that Micah would hear it and wonder what she was doing.

"Sylvan?" he questioned.

"Quiet, Micah. You'll like this."

Taking her wet finger, she touched it to the root of his cock and drew it to the underside of the mushroom cap at its tip. With the last of her wetness there, she circled around the cap, then stroked it to the tip, which was weeping precum. She swirled it lightly around the tip of his cock, then took what remained on the tip of her finger, opened her mouth, and proceeded to clean her finger off by dragging closed lips from the webbing of her fingers until the tip exited her mouth, again with a pop.

"You taste so good, Micah. I think I need some more."

Still facing the foot of the bed, she placed her left hand on the top of his left thigh. Her right hand on top of his right thigh. Then agonizingly slowly, she began to lower her mouth to his hard cock. She stopped just short of the tip, so close he'd feel the heat of her breath but far enough that he'd be desperate for her to finish the connection.

"Do you want me to taste your cock before I fuck you, Micah?"

"Ex-xcuse me?" he asked.

"I'm sorry, wasn't I speaking loudly enough?" she teased. Raising her voice in volume just a little, she repeated, "Do you want me to taste your cock before I fuck you, Micah?"

"Holy shit," he whispered on a groan. "You did not just say those words."

"What words?" she asked innocently.

She was hovering just over the tip, precum still leaking from it, the head growing a darker red with each passing moment.

"You said the words ‘cock' and ‘fuck.' I've only ever heard you swear once. My little Flame doesn't swear, let alone say dirty words during sex."

"Well, I can stop if you'd prefer."

"Stop what? Stop talking dirty? Or stop having sex? Don't you dare stop either, or I'll spank your ass raw."

"Well, I think you'd have a very difficult time doing that, Micah. After all, you're all tied up and can't touch me. I can basically do whatever I want. And I want to taste my cock. And it is mine, Micah. Make no mistake."

Wasting no more time, in one swift movement, she swung her leg back over Micah's body, but this time with her legs on either side of his head and her mouth hovering over his cock. "Less talking and more licking, Micah."

She heard a groan from Micah and felt the brush of his hair against the insides of her thighs. His firm tongue muscle slid between her folds, gathering up the arousal that had already been forming and escaping her body. She mimicked his movements by swiping up the fluid his body was releasing, recognizing that eventually, he would need to be slick to enter her.

Sylvan found herself lost in the sensation of his skin under her tongue and the ghost of response he made against hers. She heard a low moan, at first not realizing it was her. Her lips were wrapped around the head of his cock, her tongue cradling his tip, and she felt saliva pooling in her cheeks. As slow as she could manage, she slid down his length, keeping her tongue connected to his shaft until her lips reached contact with his groin.

Perspiration popped from her skin at the strain of holding back. Tears leaked from her eyes. Her mouth ached with the stretch around him, and his head lodged in her throat, but she was not letting him go because when her lips met his skin, the most amazing feeling began inside her. He had responded in kind by making his tongue a long, stiffened point, and he buried it inside her channel as deep as he could. He began using it to scrape along the roof of her walls, and she felt her insides trembling, tickling, curling up, burning, and then releasing in a tidal wave against his mouth.

An involuntary muffled shriek issued from deep inside her, and she forced herself down his cock just a bit further before she swallowed around the head of it. His body reacted in kind by jerking further into her mouth, releasing what felt like a flood of cum, and his own muffled groans over the sensation. Both refused to withdraw their mouths from the other until their bodies stopped twitching in response.

Sylvan pulled her core up from Micah's mouth and her mouth from his cock. Not bothering to wipe her mouth from the last of his fluids, she swung herself around one hundred eighty degrees so that she was now facing him. His breath was sawing in and out, his lips and face shiny from her, and she knew that she would look similar. They both would look as if they'd been thoroughly fucked, but they weren't done yet.

Her hand grasped for his cock, which was still hard despite his orgasm, and she slid herself down its length until she was fully seated, her walls twitching with aftershocks.

"Sylvan," he groaned. "Need your mouth, princess."

Hands on his shoulders, she eased down so that their mouths meshed. The kisses lacked finesse, both still grappling with trying to breathe normally. But neither one of them cared because each breath meant moving bodies, and moving bodies meant friction of skin on skin. His cock was still pulsing, her walls were still twitching, and both were desperate to feel that hot rush of pleasure run through their bodies again.

Using her grip on his shoulders as leverage, she raised her weight off of him, sliding up his cock, hesitated at the top, then slid back down and ground her clit against him as she rotated her hips. She repeated the movements, trying to establish a rhythm, chasing the electric tingles pulsing through her bloodstream. Micah was in perfect sync with her—his knees bent to form a V for her body to feel saddled to him and to keep her feeling caged in, his heels digging into the mattress so that he could punch his hips up to meet hers thrusting down.

Sensation after sensation bombarded her. He was the one bound and blindfolded, but suddenly, she was the one who felt restrained. Despite his closeness and feeling safe, she still felt panicked inside. Sylvan collapsed onto his chest, her forehead to his, her hair forming a curtain to block out everything around them. "Micah," she pleaded, her whisper trembling on her lips.

"Sylvan? What's wrong?"

She didn't want to answer. She tried to hold back, but she couldn't. "Yellow."

A sudden twist of his hands above his head, his muscles bulged, and there was a ripping sound. Then his hands were free, and he was tearing the blindfold from his eyes. Immediately, he jackknifed upright, swept an arm underneath her backside, and clutched her tightly to him without dislodging himself from inside her.

"Wrap around me, sweetheart."