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I force myself not to look as she undresses. I want to turn around and have her full nakedness—her full submission to me—hit me all at once. I want to feel an overwhelming surge of lust blast through my veins like a shot of heroine.

  I hear the bed springs finally creak, and I force myself to not ask if she’s ready. I don’t want to seem overeager, and I know she’ll tell me when she is ready. There’s no point asking.

  I pull the copy of Herman Hesse’s Siddhartha off of her shelf and crack it open.

  “I’m ready,” she says.

  “You’re blindfolded?” I ask.

  “Yes, Dr. Leeds.”

  Her voice is all obedience.

  I turn around to see Ms. Faria sprawled naked on her bed. Her glorious breasts are pointing skyward despite their large size, her nipples hard and pointed. My eyes run down her body, taking in the extreme curves of her sides and waist. Then I see her pussy, and I salivate as the memory of the taste fills my mouth.

  She’s clean-shaven, and even though her legs aren’t spread, it’s nearly more than I can bear. My breath catches in my throat, and I reach down and tug at my belt.

  I smile, noticing she’s spent extra time fixing the sheets before laying down before me.

  My tie is tight around her eyes, and I’m happy to notice she tied it tight and correctly, not trying to sneak in some gap where she could peek through.

  “I see you have Siddhartha,” I say.

  “Dr. Leeds,” she whines. “Please. No books right now.”

  I ignore her, but I undo my belt and drop my trousers. My cock springs out and up. It’s throbbing and engorged, and its thick veins are pulsing up and down its massive length and girth. My balls are blue and in pain. I know from past experience that this offers the greatest possible relief, and the most intense and powerful orgasm.

  I flip through the book. “It’s Hesse’s version of the Buddha’s life. A real departure from what any school of Buddhism teaches...but for me it’s the most likely scenario for a truly enlightened man.”

  She lets out a pleading whine. I laugh, but stifle the sound. She knows that if she complains or begs me, I’ll just make her wait longer, but she’s too annoyed to just silently bear it.

  “This Buddha fucked,” I say, turning to one of the pages where young Siddhartha—not yet an enlightened Buddha—studied the “art of the flesh.”

  “This story really opened my eyes,” I say. “How can you learn about all the forms of human experience if you only deny yourself? Denying yourself everything means a more powerful experience when you finally give in.”

  Hesse didn’t go into explicit detail in his book, but I imagined his Siddhartha being the type of man who could go down on a woman for two or more hours. He’d denied himself every pleasure and luxury for over a decade, so what was two hours of delayed gratification for such a man?

  I stroke my cock gently. A lesser man would blow his load the moment it touched Nicole’s skin, but I’ve trained for this. I cum only when I’m ready to cum—mind over matter—but in this case, my blue balls might be so bad that I’ll have to allow myself to cum sooner than I’d prefer.

  “Now,” I whisper, placing the book back down on the shelf. “I’m not going to cum until I’m deep inside you, Ms. Faria.”

  Her breathing gets so loud I can hear her from several feet away. I watch her breasts rise and fall as the air surges through her parted lips and down into her lungs.

  I free myself of my trousers and boxers entirely and walk toward her. Each line and curve of her body is perfect, and it takes all my willpower to not simply take her right now.

  Instead, I unbutton my shirt and throw it down on top of her dirty laundry. Fully naked, my muscles bulging as much as my cock as the adrenaline spikes, I order her once again.

  “Now get off the bed,” I say, “and find my cock.”

  I’ve given her an orgasm already, so now she’ll serve me.

  I move quietly to another part of her room away from the bookshelf. And I watch as she awkwardly pulls her knees under herself. I watch with fascination the way her body moves as she throws her feet to the floor. When she stands up, her breasts bounce. The way her hips sway as she takes her first tentative step sends me over the edge.

  Still, I stand silently and wait for her to find me.

  She moves toward the bookshelf, her hands out in front of her in case she hits a wall.

  I see her slow down as she reaches the place I previously stood, and she moves her hands all around searching for me, until she touches the bookshelf.

  “You moved,” she says.

  I laugh through my nose, not making a sound. I can see her ass now, and I can’t help but stare at it until she turns around and faces me.

  Her room is small enough that she’ll find me soon enough, and I see her walking almost straight toward me.

  She slows down as she nears me. I watch her nostrils flare as she sniffs. “I can smell you, Dr. Leeds.”

  I don’t make a sound. I even hold my breath.

  She turns toward me and takes a half step until she’s less than a foot away from me. We’re both completely naked, and my cock is as hard as any legendary sword. Nothing stands between us but a blindfold and however Nicole plans to follow my order. She could just grab me, or she could draw it out now that she’s found me by smell.

  “You just ordered me to find your cock,” she whispers.

  Her whisper drives home just how close she is to me. She speaks as light as a feather, but still I can hear her clear as day.

  Yes, the ambiguity was intentional.

  “I’m going to…” she says, pressing her finger onto her bottom lip and pressing her tongue against it. “Find you with my mouth.”

  She slides her finger into her mouth, and I watch as her lips suck onto her finger. She slides her finger in and out of her mouth a few times, then pulls it out with a loud pop.

  Fuck.

  She tilts her chin up toward me. I can’t see her eyes, but I realize she knows exactly where I am. “I found you, Dr. Leeds.”

  I look at her lips, still glistening with saliva, as they drop down. She goes down on her knees, and I look down to see that she’s eye-level with my cock. She’s close enough that I could nearly just sway forward and she’d be touching me, but I stay still as stone to see how she’ll do this unprompted.

  “I should be able to find it,” she says. “You ordered me to find your cock, and nothing else. If I really want to obey you, I should only touch your cock.”

  I take in a huge breath, unable to hold it back.

  She laughs up at me.

  “Your cock will be straight up,” she says. “No way you’re not hard right now. But it should be protruding out further than anything else. I’m sure I can find it. It will just be like bobbing for apples.

  She leans forward further, sliding her knees along the carpet.

  I now have to strain to stay still. If I move forward at all, she might feel it.

  She opens her mouth wide and then I see her lips press together. I feel her hot breath hit me right in my abs, four or so inches left of my cock.

  “Hmm,” she says. Then she blows another puff of air, closer this time.

  I sigh in anticipation, and she begins to blow a small but constant stream of air across my lower abs. Suddenly, the air hits my cock, and when it traverses fully across and hits my abs on the other side, she stops.

  “See,” she says. “I felt the air hit something. I wonder what that could be?”

  She blows again, moving across my cock in the opposite direction.

  “Ah, I found him,” she whispers.

  She begins blowing side to side up the length of my cock, until her hot breath touches my head. Her breath hits the single drop of precum on my hole, and it chills me to the core.

  “It’s here,” she says. “Now tell me you’ve ever seen someone follow your orders as well as I have. With as much passion as this.”

  Before I can think how to respond, I watch
her mouth open up wide, and she plunders herself down around my cock. Her thick lips slide against stone-hard skin and throbbing veins, until I feel the skin of her cheeks stretching over my increasing girth. I hear a small gag in her throat as she takes me in deeper, and as she coughs and chokes, I feel her hot saliva dripping down my cock. I feel the spit running along the counters of my veins, until it drips down across my balls.

  My eyes roll back in my head, and she stifles her gags and takes me in deeper still. When she’s as deep as she could possibly go—but still several inches from my balls—I feel an intense suction as her cheeks suck against my cock.

  More saliva drips out as she struggles to form an airtight seal, and then she slides her lips up along my full length, until the tip my head hits her lips. She pauses a brief moment, then sucks me back all the way down.

  I feel my abs tighten in agony, even as pure ecstasy rushes through me. I focus on my breathing as my mind struggles to gain control of my body—namely of the reflex to cum. It’s probably a more intense need to cum than any I’ve ever felt before in my life, but I manage to hold it back just as it nears the point of no return.

  Once the urge is suppressed, I just lean back and appreciate the embrace of Nicole’s lips locked around me. The wet kiss of her tongue sliding up and down, spreading her saliva all along my shaft.

  I watch in amazement as she works. She’s holding her hands behind her back as if I’d bound her. Even after “finding” my cock, she keeps her hands back, sticking to her promise of finding me with her mouth...and nothing else.

  The pressure increases, her wet cheeks squeezing my cock with incredible suction, and whenever the seal of her lips to my skin breaks even briefly, there’s a loud, wet pop sound.

  Her head bobs up and down, and I watch her breasts sway as she swallows me whole over and over. I don’t reach down to touch her—not yet.

  My mental shield begins to break as she sucks me in better than any woman ever has. I have to reinforce my mental defenses to stop my cock from blowing a load so big down her throat that she’d surely drown.

  Reluctantly, I pull myself away, and my cock bursts out of her mouth with a loud popping sound. Precum drips down the edges of her mouth, and she looks around.

  “I didn’t finish,” she says sullenly, looking up at me.

  I can’t see her eyes, but I imagine they’re filled with disappointment. My cock is dripping wet from her saliva and my precum, but I’ll not finish in her mouth.

  “You will finish me off,” I say. “But not with your mouth.”

  15

  Nikki

  I can still taste his fat cock in my mouth, and the delicious droplets of his seed on my tongue.

  I wanted to finish him and suck him dry. I wanted to lick off every last drop of cum and swallow it all down like a good, submissive girl.

  But that’s not what Dr. Leeds wants.

  I feel him grab me from behind, and I jolt back in shock, my back slamming against his bare chest.

  “Jesus,” I yelp. “I thought you were still in front of me.”

  “No,” he says huskily, and then I feel his powerful hands clasping my waist. He pulls me up against him, and I feel the intense and burning warmth of his erect cock pressing into the small of my back.

  “Mmm,” I moan, trying to slide up against him, but knowing I’m not tall enough to get his cock pressed against my ass cheeks.

  He pushes me forward, and I stumble a few steps. He presses me one more time, and I feel my shins hit the bed frame. He shoves me harder, and I fall face first into the bed cushion.

  I laugh and struggle to get up onto my knees, but then I hear a loud slap from behind me.

  Just as the slap is ringing through my ears, the spike of pain hits me. My whole ass burns in pain, and my body involuntarily jolts forward. Tears well up in the corners of my eyes.

  As the pain subsides, I feel adrenaline pulsing through me, and it rushes through the tender skin on my ass, filling me with a warm intensity that replaces the pain. It feels as if Dr. Leeds has slapped the boring and dull monotony out of me, and replaced it with pure adrenaline.

  “I spanked you because you laughed,” he hisses. “You are always free to disobey me, Ms. Faria, just know that there’s always going to be a consequence. If you laugh, I will spank you.”

  His words hang in the air, and tension builds through the silence.

  My brain is rewiring itself to obey him, and to understand what he’s really saying.

  If I want him to slap me again, which I do, I just need to laugh.

  “Dr. Leeds,” I say, “you’re such a stern teacher.”

  I giggle, and before I can even inhale again, he strikes me on the left cheek. The pain is just as intense as before, and I feel my fat ass shaking for some time even after his hand has moved away. I yelp as he hits me, and the force knocks the tears loose from my eyes. They stream down my cheeks, and when I bite my lip, I can taste their salty wetness on my tongue.

  “Ms. Faria,” he says. “Such disobedience almost leads me to think you like this.”

  I’m soaking wet between my legs, and my ass is tingling in pain, but my chest and blood is on fire. My senses are all running in overdrive. I could hear a pin dropping on the tile in the kitchen, even through the closed bedroom door.

  “No,” I say. “I...I’ll behave.”

  My ass hurts so badly even though it feels good. I don’t want to risk him hitting me again now that both of my cheeks are so red and raw.

  The blindfold is still tight around my eyes. Maybe that’s another reason my other senses are so heightened. Many people close their eyes during sex anyway, so could it be that it really does make everything feel better?

  I’m still on my knees. He must see just how wet I am, so why is he waiting?

  I feel his light touch on my thigh, and it runs up along my ass. He touches me so gently now that there’s no pain. He can give me such good pain and pleasure, or like with the spankings, he can mix the two at will.

  As he runs one hand along my hips and waist, I hear a metallic jangle.

  “Is that,” I whisper. “I mean, are those…”

  Then I feel the cold metal pressing against my wrist as he takes hold of me. I hear a series of loud clicks, then I feel the metal tightening around my wrist.

  “Handcuffs,” he says. “Yes.”

  “You only cuffed one hand,” I say. “Where’s the other one going?”

  “You decide,” he says. “I’m going to finish off inside of you, so make sure it’s not too restrictive.”

  All the vanilla ideas pop into my head. I could have him cuff me to the bedpost. He could cuff my hands together behind me. Or getting slightly more creative, he could cuff me to the bottom leg of the bed, so that he’d have to take me on the floor. That could get more interesting.

  Then, suddenly, I remember how he left me tied to the projector screen all alone after he made me cum.

  The obvious idea hits me. “Cuff me to you.”

  I hear his laugh, and I know I’ve pleased him.

  “Where on my body?” he asks. “The cuffs have only six inches of chain between them.”

  “Your wrist,” I say.

  I considered saying his ankle, or something else more difficult, but I want him to be able to fuck me good and hard. If I restrict him too much, it might make this less than it could—or should—be.

  “Good,” he says, and I hear the other cuff click shut as his body presses me down onto the bed.

  He strokes my hair back with his free hand, pulling it back and tossing it over my shoulder. “I’m going to fuck you from behind, Ms. Faria, but you’ll look me in the eyes when I finally let you cum, do you understand?”

  “Yes,” I say, nodding my head quickly.

  I feel his thick cock pressing into the small of my back, and then it slides back across my body. He squeezes me with his cuffed hand, digging his fingers in as his cock moves between my ass cheeks.

  It slides furth
er back, and his warm hardness is now just inches away from my swollen outer lips and throbbing wet hole.

  Finally. Fucking finally.

  I feel his hips move, and then his swollen head presses up against my opening. I breathe heavily into my pillow, wondering if this is really going to happen. I’ve waited and dreamed of this for so long, how can it finally be happening after all these years?

  He presses in. I feel my lips parting for him, and I draw in a breath. It catches in my throat, and turns to a high-pitched whine as Dr. Leeds’ thick, throbbing girth feels like it’s splitting me in two.

  It’s been over a year since I’ve had sex. And I’ve never been with a man close to Dr. Leeds’ size. He stretches me so good as he presses deeper inside me. I feel my juices soaking him with each inch he plunges in. The pain increases as the full girth of his cock slides into me, and then it spikes. I cry out, and fresh tears soak my pillow.

  “Pain is good, Ms. Faria,” he says.

  It’s not an order, but I take it as one. The pain is good, and I buck my hips against him to feel it even more. He slides another inch or two inside of me, and the sharp pain turns to a dull soreness, but beyond the pain, I start to feel his intense warmth. I can feel his throbbing veins pumping inside me. I can feel the slick wetness of my juices on his cock as it slides further into me.

  I become suddenly and intensely aware of his hand still on mine. The cuffs binding us seem almost irrelevant now, because his cock inside me binds us more closely than any metal or chains ever could. But his hand grips mine with a ferocious possessiveness, even as he’s ordering me to enjoy the pain and dominating me with his swollen cock, he’s holding me tightly in his hands. I’m his, and that thought makes my inner walls seize up and clench around his cock in rhythmic waves.

  A high-pitched whine escapes my throat. I resist the urge to laugh, worried he’ll follow through on his threat of spanking me each time I laugh. I don’t want him to spank me right now; I just want him to slam into me with his cock. To ram into me, in and out until we both cum so hard that the bed sheets are soaked with our combined sweat and juices.