This is the first post as a part of the Black Erotica Project, it is written by the super talented Vivi.
Bio:
I write because I have no choice. It’s embedded in my spirit, and without words I feel lost. I started my blog in order to share my work with the world & in anticipation for a book I am working on. I hope you enjoy my work.
Consequences
I leaned up against the door, staring at him; at least what I could see of him. He was clouded in a shadow, his face slightly visible in the glow of the candlelight. All I could hear was breathing cutting through the silence. I could feel my heart beating heavily in my chest, and my clothes screamed to be ripped off of me. But there were rules I had follow.
“Come Here.” Those simple words melted me to my core. My mind drifted to fantasies of him ravaging me, and I must have hesitated because his voice suddenly broke through my thoughts; right next to me, deeply but softly, firmly yet sensually in my ear. “Rule #1, when I tell you to do something you do it. Understood?” His fingers trailed up my arms to my neck, sending chills up my spine. He wrapped his hand around my neck and gripped slightly, showing his power without hurting me. I nodded my head, completely aroused. “Good.” He pulled me close to him, and bit my neck. My knees weakened instantly, and my pussy gushed in my panties, soaking them. He chuckled softly, knowing exactly what he had done to me.”
“You like when I bite you, love?” “Mmhmm,” was all I could muster. His hand slowly moved down my side, and under the black coat I was wearing, which concealed a black cupless bra, and a pair of black boy shorts. All worn per his request. My legs adorned with lace thigh highs, ending in a pair of 6” patent leather pumps with a bow in the back. He liked me this way, and I loved pleasing him. He untied the coat string and watched the whole thing fall to the floor, leaving me exposed. He inhaled, taking in all of me as I stood there. “Damn, you are fucking beautiful.” I beamed at this compliment, the way his spoke words his mouth couldn’t fathom. He cupped my breasts, rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. My eyes closed as I savored the feeling. “Are you ready?” Although I wasn’t sure, I nodded my head, desperate to please him. He pinched my nipple hard, making me jump from the sudden burst of pain, and then licked the same nipple, adding to the need I had. His voice barely audible, he spoke to me, “3 rules… 1 you only speak to me when I speak to you. 2 you keep your eyes on me at all times. And 3 you are going to count, 1-1000 and so on. You have only 1 chance to fuck up. If you fuck up a 2nd time, you will be punished.”
My eyes shot wide open as the rules sunk in. How the hell was I supposed to do this? Every time he even LOOKED at me, my eyes closed, and my imagination went haywire, creating new sensations, and opening nerve endings I didn’t even know existed. I took a deep breath, and quietly said, “Yes sir, I’m ready.” He started walking away and I began to follow him, but he stopped me. “No, you stay there.” I got confused, because I assumed we would be near, if not on, the bed. He walked back over to me and sat a chair in front of the door. He instructed me to sit, and I complied. He kneeled in front of me, and caressed my face, and I fought to keep my eyes on his. He seemed to have noticed this little effort, and told me I was doing a good job. “Now the real test can begin.” He spread my legs open on either side of the chair and rubbed my thighs. His hand ran up my midsection to my lips, and I captured his finger in my mouth; sucking and licking it as if it was his dick. Man I wanted him so badly, I could barely control myself. The entire time I stared into his eyes, bearing my craving to him, making sure he knew just how bad I needed him at that moment. He pulled his finger out of my mouth, and told me to start counting. 1-1000 2-1000 3-1000. He rubbed roughly on my lace-covered pussy, and my pussy reacted just as quickly, and I gasped. I caught myself quickly and continued counting. He grabbed my panties in his hand, and in one swift motion, ripped them off of me. “You won’t be needing these,” and he tossed them to the side. He rubbed on my pussy, staring at me with an arrogant smirk on his face as I struggled to keep count. 10-1000 11-1000 12-1000… He leaned over and began to bite me along my stomach, not hard but enough to get a reaction from me. My body jolted and I stopped counting only long enough for a moan to exit my swollen mouth. I regained my control and continued my count, cursing him in my head for the torture I was forced to endure.
He stuck two fingers in my pussy up to the knuckle, and curved them inside me, rubbing my g-spot ever so slightly; he was teasing me on purpose, that asshole. But man I loved it. 20-1000 21-1000 22-1000… he knelt down and licked my inner thigh while rubbing my spot with his fingers, and my clit with his thumb. I tried so hard to continue counting, but the numbers began to meld in with my moans. 29-1000… 30… 30… 30-1000… 31… 31… 30… and I lost it. My eyes closed, and I moaned louder than I can ever remember. He stopped and cocked his head to the side, a look of cockiness, and entertainment in his face. “Damn, that soon? I haven’t even started. Well, I told you I would give you one shot, and you have officially used your one shot. I warn you now, to keep your count. I felt sweat forming on my forehead, and my hands were clenched into tight little balls. I worked hard to keep count. He began to work his fingers in and out of my pussy, the wetness so loud, it seemed to echo through the room. My scent filled the room, evidence of how horny I was. I needed him so bad I could hardly stand it. I just wanted him to fuck me already, and make me cum, but I knew he had more plans for me.
65-1000… 66-1000… suddenly he twisted his fingers slightly and hit a spot I didn’t even know I had, and I yelled out. I stopped counting, closed my eyes, and forgot all about the rules. All I could think about was that spot, and I badly I wanted him to keep rubbing against it. “You bad girl, now you have to be punished.” He slid his fingers out of my sopping wet pussy, and put into my mouth. I eagerly licked all my juices off his fingers, my need blinding me, causing me to ignore that he was about to punish me. In the past, my punishments included, being spanked until my ass was red; him fucking my face mercilessly until he came all over face; and my favorite, tying me up and fucking me relentlessly until my pussy was swollen, and sore. So I wasn’t really worried about his “punishments” because I always ended up having an intensive orgasm. I loved it. He stood me up, and walked me to bed. “Lay on your back, spread eagle positioned.” I obeyed him, climbing onto his bed, loving the feel of his purple satin sheets on my body. He straddled my stomach, making sure to keep his full weight off of me, and my arms together and above my head. He clasped a Velcro tether around each wrist, and pulled. “NOW you will be punished.” My mind ran through all the possibilities of what my punishment could be, and I got my answer sooner than later. My legs were placed in the air, and spread as far as they could go. “Stay just like this.” With that simple phrase, he slid all the way inside me, filling me so nicely. I moaned, and tried to wiggle, as if he could get any deeper. “No, stop moving. This is punishment, remember. Now… Count!”
I began to count every stroke he gave me, his dick feeling wonderful inside me. I moaned in the middle of the counts, but I kept it up. He started speeding up until he was on top of me, my legs up to my chest. I couldn’t count anymore, it felt too good. He reached around my legs and started rubbing my swollen clit while he pounded my pussy, my juice dripping down my ass. I screamed, and called his name, cursing him and telling him how good he made me feel. I felt my orgasm building higher and higher, and I knew it was going to be a big one. Then… it happened. He pulled out, and came. I continued to moan as my pending release slowly went away, and tears flowed down my face. He wiped me off, and lay next to me. I realized my hands were cuffed for a reason. Usually if that had happened, I would have rubbed my clit until I exploded, with no problem. He knew this, and cuffed me to make sure I couldn’t finish the job myself. “You fuckin’ asshole,” was all I could say, before he cut me off. “Don’t worry love, ill make sure you cum hard… in the morning. Now go to sleep.” He put the blanket over me, and cuddle close to me, while I laid there, still aggravatingly horny. Oh I couldn’t wait until I was free; he was definitely going to pay for that.
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Erotic Infusions
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