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it. Plus, I have to admit, I’m curious what she has in store for me, because I’ve come to find her brand of torture alarmingly hot considering all she does is leave me with blue balls.
    “Get on the bed. On your back, hands above your head.” She instructs. Same as before. She gets my tie and winds it around my wrists, securing me to the headboard. Again. When she yanks the material tight against my skin, my dick twitches, hardening against my stomach. She moves away and I’m expecting the strip tease from last time, but I don’t get it. She goes to her handbag and takes something out before walking back to my side. When she lifts her hand I see that it’s a silk scarf. Pulling it tight between her hands she holds it in front of my face and cocks an eyebrow, a wordless question. She wants to blindfold me. I lift my head and she wraps the material around my face, tying it at the back of my head. I lay there on the bed, naked, bound and blindfolded. I listen for her footsteps, but they’re so muted by the carpet that I can’t work out where she is. I hear the hushed rustle of material, the lowering of a zip, something hitting the floor. My heartbeat rises as the anticipation builds. The bottom of the bed dips so I know she’s on here with me, but she makes no move to touch me. The first thing I feel is a warm breath, right across my cock. I tense, waiting. It’s long seconds before I feel the tentative brush of her tongue and my senses are so over alert that the small touch has my abs tensing like a steel band has been wrapped around me. I grit my teeth, panting through the sensation that has my entire body on edge, trembling desperately.
    “When you deprive someone of one sense, their others become more attuned.” She says slowly, her voice husky. “They stop seeing and they start feeling.” I say nothing and feel the light scratch of her nails over my abs, then it’s gone. Again, I get the hint of her breath against my cock, before she swipes her tongue, root to tip. My arms tense, fighting the restraints. The more I fight though, the tighter they pull, cutting into my skin. Her fingers wrap around my ankles and push, until my legs are bent and spread with my feet flat on the mattress. And then my balls are in her mouth. Both. At the same time. She pulls and sucks, rolling them around in her mouth and dragging her tongue over the seam between them. I’ve had some serious blow jobs in my time, and ball sucking has never really done much for me, but all I can say is I’ve clearly never come across a woman who really knew how to suck some balls. She pulls away and my balls slip from between her lips, making me groan. Her tongue dips lower, flattening against my taint in a way that makes me clench and tremble. Jesus, the woman’s mouth is equal parts heaven and hell.
    Without warning she fucking swallows my dick. Her lips touch my balls and my cock hits the back of her throat. A choked groan escapes my lips and her hand slides between my legs, her finger brushing over my taint, teasing, tickling. Without any fucking warning she slides lower and her finger brushes my arsehole. I tense, flinching away from her instinctively. She releases my cock with a small pop.
    “Shh.” She presses her finger more firmly against my arse and I’m seriously uncomfortable. “Relax, Kaden. I promise you’ll like it.” Can I even argue the point if I don’t? I’m an escort, not to mention the fact that I’m tied up.
    She slides my cock back in her mouth, working over me until I’m thrusting up against her, barely able to think about anything that isn’t her lips, her tongue, the graze of her teeth. I’m hurtling towards an orgasm, when she slides her finger in my arse. I don’t have time to think about it as she pulls forward, applying pressure to one specific point. I come instantly. Well, come would be an understatement, it’s like a volcano just went off. I have never come so hard in my life. She pulls away,