“Tyler,” he whispered into the dark. “Tyler, it’s time to wake up and receive your punishment for disobeying me last night.”
I woke with a start, panicking in the darkness. “Shh, it’s okay,” he whispered in my ear as he sat beside me. “I’m only here for pleasure, Tyler. Always pleasure.”
“It’s you? My stranger?”
He trailed a finger down my arm, making me shiver. “Yes.”
I should have been scared. I should have been screaming but, for some reason, I was rooted to the spot. In the end, I had my suspicions about what happened last night, but I put it down to me just being paranoid. It was my stranger who came to me last night. It was my stranger who fucked me, made his mark, and left without a trace.
“You marked me.”
I felt his nose trail up and down the base of my neck as he circled my breast with his finger. Within an instant, my nipples reacted to his touch, just bursting for him to feel them.
“It was necessary to let everyone know who you belong to. Who do you belong to, Tyler?”
His finger was suddenly there, brushing up against my nipple as I caved into his touch. I’m not sure what kind of power this man possessed, but all he had to do was open his mouth and the fires burned like nothing before. I couldn’t understand how he could make me feel this way. I didn’t even know what he looked like, but something was telling me he was powerful, raw, tough, and so fucking sexy. My body insisted on telling me this. It was the only thing that gave me away to him every time he touched me.
“I don’t belong to anyone,” I managed in a shaky voice.
My stranger giggled into my neck, making me shiver again. His hands were masterful as he caressed every inch of me. He seemed to know exactly what parts made me go crazy.
It wasn’t long before his hand trailed from my breast to my pussy. He tenderly stroked my clit before pushing a finger inside me. I couldn’t help the gasp that escaped me.
“So ready for me already, aren’t you, Tyler? You may deny me, but your body doesn’t. Your body gives you away every time. It wants me to touch it. It wants me to send it to fucking heaven. Isn’t that right, Tyler? Do you want me to send you to heaven?”
I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips as he brushed his thumb against my clit. His arm was strong and straining against my entrance. As I caressed my hand across his arm, I felt every muscle, every tweak, and every flex as he pushed his finger deeper. “Yes,” I gasped breathlessly, unable to hide my desire.
“I can show you all there is to know about desire, about need. I can show you the world if you let me, Tyler. I can show you just how fucking good it feels. I can make your dreams come true, fulfil every fantasy. Would you like that, Tyler?”
His thumb brushed my clit again as his lips found the base of my neck. He was pushing every one of my buttons. “Yes,” I said, unable to hide how fucking turned on I was. I didn’t know this guy, but that only heightened my desire for him.
It wasn’t long before his beautiful onslaught started taking its toll on my body. I could feel the build-up, feel the climb as my orgasm was about to rip me apart at the seams. My stranger seemed to sense my impending explosion, and sped up. This was only our second encounter, but he seemed to know my body.
I could feel it even harder now. It was coming thicker and faster as his movements sped up. I was going to go at any minute and I knew it was going to be beautiful.
But just as my moans were about to escape my lips, releasing me of my climax, he stopped. “No!” I screamed, unable to hide my disappointment.
“Shh,” he replied, holding a finger to my lips. “Remember when I said I was going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours?” He trailed his finger over my lips, making me taste the evidence now on his hand. “Do you?” he asked again, nibbling my ear. I nodded. “Well, I suggest you take that pretty mouth of yours and suck my cock.”
I didn’t know why, but he demanding I suck him made me more turned on than I have ever been. I wanted to suck him, but I also wanted to feel my release so bad that it was burning me from the inside out.
“Will you finish what you started if I do?” He nodded. “Okay.”
Holding my arm, he manoeuvred himself to the edge of the bed. “Now,” he said, pulling me up. “Get down on your knees.”
I was standing there and got to see him properly for the very first time. He was wearing a hoodie so I couldn’t see him very well, and he was so careful in the way he guided me, I couldn’t possibly see his face. I wonder what I would see if he let me? It all fascinated me so much, I instantly thought of Beauty and the Beast. Not that I’m saying I’m beautiful, but it was the similarities in this little game he liked to play. I could tell he was strong, I could tell he was definitely all man, and I could tell he liked to keep fit. I only had to touch him to realise that.