Wild Nights(30)

I said nothing as I grabbed his hardening cock out of his pants and pulled it to my mouth. I licked and twirled my tongue around it, sucking hard on the head. I heard him moan as he threw his head back and let his arms drop to his side.

I took the whole thing in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down, cupping his balls, and massaging the shaft.

“Fuck, Molly,” he moaned. “You’re so fucking good at this.”

I moaned a little, giving him a bit of a hummer, and continued sucking. I could tell he was trying to make himself last longer than usual. I was sure it was on purpose, but I didn’t care. I was going to keep playing his little game and focusing on my end goal.

After several long minutes, I could tell he was getting close. I could feel him trying to fight it, so I rubbed my breasts up against him and reached my free hand up to massage his rippled chest.

“Oh, Molly,” he moaned again. “Ahh.”

I moaned harder, hoping the vibrations from my mouth would be all that was needed to send him over the edge. Desperate times called for desperate measures.

Soon I could feel him pulsing and three quick shoots later, his cum was dripping down the back of my throat. I swallowed it all at once, then sat up and planted the fakest smile I possibly could on my face. I wanted him to think I enjoyed it, even though truthfully I felt dirty, disgusting, and revolted in that moment.

“What was that about?” he asked as he shoved his cock back in his pants and zipped up.

“I don’t know,” I said with a fake, coy tone. “As crazy as you are sometimes, I guess I just can’t resist you. We have this amazing chemistry, you and me.”

I was lying through my teeth and praying to God that he’d believe me.

He stood up and came face to face with me, planting a hard kiss on my mouth. I hoped things weren’t going to progress from there, but I was fairly certain he was drained in more than one aspect of the word, so I figured I was safe.

He nodded back over to the bed.

“You really have to tie me up again?” I asked. I was in shock.

“For now,” he said.

I played along with his psychotic little game and threw myself back over on the bed, completely forgetting that I was in nothing but my black, lace panties.

“Can I get dressed at least?” I asked.

“What for?” he asked with a devilish grin. “I like looking at you.”

I laid on the bed as he maneuvered my arms and wrapped my wrists with tape again, securing each arm to a bed post. My breasts were fully exposed, and I’m sure he was enjoying every minute of it.

Maybe my surprise blow job hadn’t worked that quickly, but I knew it was a step in the right direction as long as I could keep my mouth shut a bit longer. I had to do whatever it took to stay on his good side.

“I’m going to go jump in the shower now,” he said. “Don’t go anywhere.”

He stood there, hands on his hips like he’d just shot a prize buck, and stared at my mostly naked body before strutting off to the bathroom.

He, too, left the door open while he got ready, probably so he could hear if anything crazy was going on outside the bathroom.

I laid there, in the mostly dark room. The T.V. wasn’t on and the silence was almost deafening.

Five short minutes later, he emerged with a towel around his waist and his hair dripping wet. I hoped to God it wasn’t going to be a repeat of the night before. I was in a prime position for the taking, that is, if he really wanted to take me.

To my surprise, he flung his towel off and slipped on a clean pair of boxers followed by a ripped up pair of jeans and a v-neck t-shirt. His standard uniform.

I breathed a sigh of relief knowing that I didn’t have to fuck him, but I did wonder what we were going to do. Knowing him, he had something up his sleeve.

He plopped down on the bed next to me, the smell of his soap and aftershave filling the room, and he kept his hands off me. I was in shock.

“So what’s the plan for the rest of the night?” I asked. “You just going to leave me all tied up here forever?”

He seemed a little agitated that I was asking questions, and he turned the volume up on the T.V.

“Blaze,” I said. “Hey.”

He turned towards me and sighed.

“If you want this to work, you have to at least untie me. I want to be comfortable. It’s really hard to like you when you have me tied up like this,” I hoped I was making an ounce of sense to him, but it was hard to tell.

“If I untie you, don’t do anything stupid,” he said. “Or you’ll really, really regret it.”

“I know,” I said as my heart began to flutter with excitement. We were making progress. Finally.

“I’m serious, Molly,” he said. “You throw one wrench into my plan and you’re done.”