Then her mouth was free, and she felt the figure move to the side, behind her again. She suddenly felt the energy, his urgency.. Oh God, she thought…
“I know we didn’t talk about this, but I just need it one more time… Its so fucking good…” She could hear the uncharacteristic desperation in his voice. He was off script. She knew in that moment she had won, she had them both captured.
He was rough this time, like an animal. She felt him push right into her messy wetness, not caring at all how used she was. She could tell he was thinking only of himself now, badly needing a final release.
Strangely, she felt turned on, even after the romping she’d just received. She felt herself being filled completely with his size, his lust familiar to her, the wetness she already received from them making her even more available. Oh god, she thought, I need to come.
The feeling welled up from her middle, straight up to her third eye. She felt him being rough, but it was hitting just the right spot. She moaned loudly and lost control. She felt her hips being held while she rode the wave, gently bucking through the storm, then heard “oh God I cant” and felt his warmth for a second time deep inside her.
She was too spent to feel him pull from her. Her knees were weak. Suddenly she wanted out of the restraints. To lie down, to be in her lovers arms.
She felt her lover instinctively react, feeling him at her side almost immediately as remnants of their combined lust trailed down her legs. A kiss on the lips, a loving hand through the hair. “I’m here.” She heard locks coming off, felt the weight come off from around her neck, felt herself being lifted, steadied. Felt the blindfold being untied. His loving arms around her. The light was jarring but she squinted around the room, noticing the pillory she had been on moments ago, other contraptions in the corners.
Her blurry eyes scanned the space.
But she didn’t see the stranger. He had gone, disappeared. Forever a figment of her imagination.