Then he was done tying my hands fast, and he crawled back down until his legs were nestled between my own. He stroked my hair.
“Psyche,” he whispered, “you must trust me.”
I could tell, by the gusts of breath that hit my skin, that his lips were hovering over my face, moving here and there as if he was trying to decide where to kiss me.
I opened my lips, sure that his own mouth was just in front of me. “Why should I?”
“You will see me, in time,” he said. “Patience.”
And then he kissed me, sucking at my lips, drawing out my last shreds of resistance. I sighed into his mouth. His hands were on me everywhere, fondling gently and squeezing roughly. His palm folded around my neck, his thumb stroking beneath my ear. His hand caught my thigh and pulled it up, spreading my legs. He reached beneath me to grip my ass, kneading until I whimpered and arched into him.
I was lost again. I wriggled, just to feel his skin sliding against mine. I thrust my hips up, circling until his shaft ground against my clit.
“Psyche,” he murmured, nibbling at my ear, “what do you want to do now? Tell me.”
I swallowed, remembering the silken feel of his cock against my cheek.
“I want to kiss…” I ventured, nervously. I stopped, my face growing red.
“Kiss? As we have been?”
I bit my lip, falling silent.
“Or perhaps you want to kiss me elsewhere.”
I swore I could hear a smile in his voice.
“Perhaps you want to kiss my hand? Or my chest. My feet?” He thrust his hips against me, his voice lowering to a hungry rasp. “Or would you like to kiss my cock, Psyche? Is that it?”
I sucked in a sharp breath. He chuckled knowingly and rose. I felt him crawling over me, and then the soft spongy head of his cock touched my lips. I slipped my tongue between my parted lips, wetting them. I nudged his cock to the side and rubbed it, tentatively, with my nose. I planted my lips on the shaft and slipped my tongue through, a wet kiss. He grunted.
I swallowed, heady with a sudden rush of lust. I slid my lips up the side of his cock, measuring the length of it, feeling out its shape with my mouth. My kisses grew more passionate, my tongue swiping out between my lips to taste him. His shaft was soon slick from my kisses.
He grunted, pushing his hips forward. I explored further, sliding my nose down his shaft until I found the tangle of coarse hairs at his groin. I felt the soft shape of his balls. I nuzzled his thigh.
He guided his cock to my lips again, pushing the head against my mouth. I kissed it again, licking lightly and tracing the shape of the head. He groaned.
“Suck it, Psyche,” he urged, pushing it into my mouth. I opened my lips to receive it, taking a breath before my mouth was filled by his girth. He pushed slowly, meeting resistance at the back of my throat. I clamped my lips tight, licking thirstily at his shaft.
“Yes,” he groaned.
But he pulled away, drawing his cock out of my mouth. The bed buckled as he moved over me. Then he pushed his cock against my lips again. But this time it was thrusting down at a different angle, and his lips touched my thigh. I sucked his cock back into my mouth, tipping my head back to swallow him further. He thrust, gently, prodding at the back of my throat.
All the while his own mouth was exploring between my legs. He kissed my thighs, pulling them apart. Then he kissed the lips of my sex. His tongue flicked out and touched my clit. I groaned, the sound humming around his cock. I forgot how to use my tongue, and merely sucked hard at his member. I squirmed my hips under the onslaught of his tongue.
His thrusts grew faster, more desperate, and I almost choked on the plunge of his cock into my mouth. I could feel his growing tension in the grip of his hand, squeezing my thigh. His tongue pressed relentlessly against my clit, circling again and again until I arched and moaned. I clamped my mouth around his cock as I came, sucking hard on his thrusting organ. He stiffened, and shuddered, and I felt the gush of his seed over my tongue. I sucked and swallowed as he spasmed in my mouth.
He withdrew and pulled me into his arms again. He reached up, loosening my wrists from the headboard. But they stayed tied, stuck behind me. He rested his chin on my scalp.
My eyelids fluttered. The heavy darkness seemed a comfort now, blanketing me, dragging me down into sleep.
“Tomorrow night,” he murmured, “you’ll meet me here, won’t you, Psyche?”
“Yes,” I sighed.
“Good girl,” he said.
I waited for him in the bedroom that night. The door swung shut, plunging the room into darkness. He pounced on me, throwing me onto the bed, taking me roughly. He tied me again, but this time he forced me into a different position, bending me over the bed with my feet on the floor. He plowed me from behind, reaching between my thighs to finger my clit until I came hard, bucking against him.