She doesn’t answer me with words. Instead, she takes me down her throat and I damn near break the fucking showerhead off the wall. I stumble, but there’s not far to go before my back hits the icy tiles.
“You okay, puppy?”
“Yeah. Shit, sorry. I didn’t expect—” She does it again, taking me even deeper, and when the tip hits the back of her throat, I can’t stop myself from yelling out. “Fuuuuuck!” She works her throat and cups my balls as I stand on my tiptoes, screaming her name and listening to it echo off the walls.
“Jesus! Ren, holy shit!” She gags and chokes a little, and god, I wish I could see her. I’m going to come faster than a fucking teenage boy with his first hard-on at this rate. What the fuck? Then she’s gone again. WHAT THE FUCK?!
“Ren!?”
“Shh, not yet. I’m still playing with my new toy.” Her lips slide over my abs and she cackles when the back of my head slams against the wall. “Do you take your shirt off in the movie you’re filming?”
“What? Uhhh, movie…right…y-yes. Yeah. Why?”
“How about your pants?”
“Uhm, no. I have a scene in my boxers.”
“What’s the safe word?”
“Octopus.”
“Are you doing okay?”
“Fuck yeah.”
Her nails graze the sensitive skin inside my thighs and I’m on my tiptoes again, thrusting into nothing as she continues to tease me. Anticipation floods my body, forcing fear and anxiety to retreat to the shadows as she replaces fingernails with her tongue. My mind races and my head spins like a tilt-a-whirl—it’s incredible. I have no idea what’s coming next, but I trust her.
She was right before when she said she still had to gain my trust. I haven’t trusted anyone in years. I don’t remember how. I didn’t, anyhow.
She continues to explore my body with her hands, nails, and her mouth. Electricity coats every kiss, and every touch sets another part of me on fire. The inner demons called self-doubt and shame have fucked off, unable to compete with the way she’s rewiring my brain. Something about her, about how open and delicate she’s being—it’s like she’s found the switch that releases thoughts and feelings and fears I’ve held onto for too long.
Cool air blows over my stomach, followed by a quick burst of pain on my upper thigh. It lasts only a second or two before she does it again. It’s a similar sensation to being super high, but better. It’s all new to me, these nips and scratches, this whole game. She’s keeping the marks high up my inner thigh, ensuring no one will see while I’m filming. I will, though. I can’t wait to look in the mirror at how she’s marked me. Claimed me..
“Has anyone ever worshiped your cock before, Chase?”
“N-no? I don’t… I mean…no.”
“That’s sad, because you’re absolutely beautiful.” She’s leaving soft, kitten kisses up and down my shaft between words. I can only manage pathetic whines, which she praises me for. “Your cock fits like it was made for me, like the perfect key, filling me up and making me comesohard. Did you like that, Chase? Did you like how it felt to fuck me with this thick, pretty cock?”
Words. I can’t remember words. “Uh, huh!”
“You have a beautiful cock, Chase. It tastes so good, I can’t get enough of it.” She takes the head in her mouth, sucking it like a lollipop while she cups my balls, giving them a gentle squeeze.
“Fuck! Jesus fuck!” I almost don’t hear the pop when she releases me over the static in my brain. “Do you wanna come for me, puppy?”
“Yes! Please!”
Her tongue glides up and over the tip, sucking hard as she hums and I scream her name. She takes me down her throat again, giving me the most delicious and dirty moan. I want to record her doing this, taking me apart like this. She releases me again and I’m right on the edge of pain. I want to come—need to. But she eases me back down.
“Where do you want to come, Chase?” she asks before moving back to my thigh and biting so hard I yelp. I don’t use the safe word, though, because it still feels too good. I had no idea I was into this. “You want to come on my face? Paint my face with your cum? Oh, I bet you wanna come on my tits, don’t you, puppy? You really liked those last night. I bet your enormous cock wants to come all over my tits, doesn’t it?”
“Yes!” It’s a high-pitched yip like some kind of animal. Her tongue laps at the bite marks she’s left and I just as I begin to relax, her breath hits my other leg.
“Remember, don’t break your showerhead, puppy,” she hums the words right next to my dick and bites my thigh.
I’m gonna break the fucking showerhead. She’s massaging my balls and jerking me off. Fuck, I wish I could see her. I want to watch her nails rake down my leg, or my pre-cum slick on her fingers. She takes me all the way down again, and when she pulls back, she tells me to come. I lose whatever sense of control I never even had in an instant.
I almost black out, thrusting into her hand over and over as she praises me. All without touching her. Without even seeing her. It’s… magical.
