My teeth graze over my lips slowly, capturing it there and letting me focus on that feeling, on that singular thing that I can control. I had no idea that the blindfold would bring me so close to madness! Of course, I know that it's making me crazy because he’s prolonging every second of this for a protracted sexual torture of epic proportions. Daddy wants to make his baby girl wait…and I can’t help myself; that just turns me on more. This wicked predicament is exactly to my liking.
“Spread those legs apart for me, Penny,” Magnus says, breaking the silence around us.
My heart speeds up to a gentle roar of my blood rushing through my body, filling my ears like a shout behind them. I spread my knees apart, careful to maintain my balance. Not knowing if he’s going to touch me now, or if there’s more direction to come first. I'm shivering, so not falling over and simply moving like I need to is much more difficult than it should be. I keep my breathing close in time with my movements, stilling my heart’s crazed beat and I spread my legs, pulling my knees apart as far as I can.
A hand hits my thigh, sharply pausing my movement with the sound of flesh contacting flesh. My skin heats to his touch, and it shoots through me. I ache for every last thrill that the lingering of his hand on me brings.
“Do you want me to fuck you, blindfolded, Penny?” Magnus teases me. He slides his fingers up and down my thigh, tantalizingly slow. His fingers never quite reach the curve under my knee or the apex between my thighs. The pads of his fingers are a rough contrast to the smoothness of my thighs. Without being able to see him, I feel him so much more intricately. Behind my eyes I’m seeing his fingerprints painting heat over my skin with his every touch. “Here and now,” Magnus says in a low growl. I feel his fingers curl against my skin, and his knuckles slide up and touch my pussy, rasping over my clit.
I open my mouth and a whimper escapes me when I mean to answer. “Yes, please, Daddy,” I say in a trembling voice. The raw ache rises in my throat and overtakes my voice. There’s an urgency in my words that I can hear. I hope Magnus hears it, too. Never have I had such intense feelings in my life. Not just being fucked by him, or the anticipation of being fucked by him. His touch, in this here and now, burns like a winter’s fire through my bones. In my blood. I feel almost too hot now. Flush. I imagine my skin is pink with the sensation. I remember my nakedness and it's like I can feel the air between where I know he is and the space between us. I ache for him to close the chasm and to touch me.
“I want to fuck you until you come so hard that you don’t need that blindfold to see nothing but blackness, sweet girl. I want you to cum so much that you think it might kill you. And then I want to fuck you more. Harder.” The low growl in Magnus’s voice is a promise, and one I would beg him to keep if I thought for a second he wasn’t about to touch me.
My prayers are answered; his lips capture mine. I pull my hands up to find his face, to cradle his as he kisses me. Magnus brings his hands to my shoulders and holds there, squeezing me tight. His tongue parts my lips and delves in to explore my mouth.
I’m open and wanting for him, my own tongue caressing his. It takes all my energy to pour all my need into this kiss. Knowing where he is now, I want to climb onto him and drive his massive cock deep inside me. The idea of him filling me up is what keeps me breathing, and the need to wait and be fucked by him is what keeps me kissing him with a passionate fury. Our mouths devour each other and I swear I’ve never felt anything like this before. Kissing him is more erotic than all the fucking I’ve ever done in my life. His hands on my shoulders feel better than any cock inside me. Any cock but his. The tight squeeze of his hands on my shoulders grounds me in reality when the lack of sight and the power of Magnus kissing me makes me feel like I might be floating away.
Dragging the kiss down, his tongue and then his lips on my jawline, I moan with my newly free mouth. His teeth graze my neck, and his hands drop to squeeze my breasts. “Daddy,” I moan. I’m begging, though I don’t know what I want. I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want him to speed up. My voice is just an insistent call for him to know even a fraction of how his touch makes me feel.
“Shh, baby girl, be patient,” Magnus says, but I can tell by the wicked tone in his voice that he knows he’s torturing me and he loves it.
Fuck, that makes me crazy. I could throttle him, if I weren’t utterly his captive. But it isn’t just now. There’s a power that he has over me, so instead of strangling him or climbing on top of him and sinking his cock into me himself, I wait. I endure. And let’s be real, I’m not enduring something so difficult and terrible. His hands on my breasts send shivers up and down my spine and I push my breasts further into his hands, arching my back. My hands fall from his face and I find purchase in squeezing the sheets. I need to be able to hold onto something, squeeze the living hell out of it.