Something Different

His lips moved over hers, consuming her. He was the best kisser she’d ever met, the only one who’d ever given life to that old romantic novel notion of ‘making her swoon from his kiss’. When he finally lifted his mouth, her head fell forward against his chest. His hands held her close.

“Let’s try something a bit different, hmm?”

She nodded even as her heart raced. He loved to mix things up, to intrigue her, to keep her guessing. There was great excitement in that, even as it unnerved her. He leaned away for a moment; the blindfold slipped over her eyes before she could react.

“Over here now, I’ll guide you.”

He moved her across the room, toward the bed, she thought. His hands on her shoulders were firm as he stopped her. The buttons of her dress were released, his finger teasing a trail to each one. The shiver was born of pleasure-and tickles. She felt the soft swish as the fabric slid from her shoulders, and the soft ploosh of air as it landed around her ankles.

“Lift your feet now, step clear.”

A few more steps, and then he turned her again, pushing her gently backwards. The bed was soft against her bottom, his hands warm as he lifted her up.

He’s going to fuck me now, me all naked and splayed here half-on, half-off the bed…’ but his hands turned her, breaking her thoughts with a little sigh of disappointment. Sometimes she just wanted to be used, taken. And sometimes he did. Then again, this was the first time with a blindfold, so who knew what he was up to tonight.

He lifted a wrist, her right wrist, up to the headboard. Where she might have expected rope, there was the cold hardness of metal, the snicking sound of a cuff, the tight bite of it against her skin. His hand traced from her captured wrist down the length of her, touching the side, but not the desperate tip, of her breast, over her hip, down the outside of her right thigh, calf, until his hand cuffed her ankle to the foot board of the bed.

Having a blindfold on changed her perceptions. Though she strained to hear him move across the room, the thick carpet muffled all sound. Wiggling her wrist, she heard the soft ching of the ‘bracelet’ it now sported. She jumped when his hand grabbed her left ankle, when he firmly cuffed it. This time his nails scraped along her left side, making her belly quiver at the sudden shock of pain, the first tonight. The cuff ratcheted closed against her wrist, and she lay, open and vulnerable. And very, very turned on.

“I’m at your mercy,” she murmured, her voice husky with needs unspoken.

His mouth on her nipple was the only response. The hot, wet touch made her wild. Sucking, biting, she arched up into him, moaning. His free hand moved over her other tit, pinching and twisting its peak. Her pussy lurched. Nothing made her as excited as him playing with her tits; it was as if her cunt and tits were wired together. The bed moved as he moved. Her nipple, caught between his teeth, throbbed, her clit responding in kind.

Fingers separated the lips of her pussy, a mouth began licking and sucking. Her mind tried to take it in, that He  was still sucking at her breast, yet someone else’s mouth was eating her pussy.  Her body shook as fingers slid into her pussy, her ass. The orgasm wracked her body like a tsunami, leaving her gasping and shivering. The mouth on her breast never stopped. The mouth on her pussy sucked up the juice and demanded more. She shook, her body on overload. Something different, He’d said. He wasn’t kidding. He was full of surprises tonight, her rational mind thought, before another orgasm wracked her.

His teeth bit and worried at her nipple, tugging relentlessly. Her right tit was throbbing, painfully excited, sore from his vicious attention. Her clit was swollen, sucked between teeth that didn’t belong to her Dom, while fingers danced with wild excitement inside her. Something different? Oh hell yes!

The bed shifted, legs against her armpits, the heat of a body hovering over her. There was a tap on her cheek, a cock banged imperatively against her lips. Her mouth opened trying to speak, trying to …yet the thick shaft slid inside, hot velvet skin across her tongue.  She tried to swallow, remembering to breath through her nose, but she knew one thing for certain. This cock was not her Dom’s.

The shaft slid deeper as she tried to scream. Her tit, bitten painfully hard by her Dom, burned with that fiery pain. The mouth on her cunt nipped her clit. The cock in her throat gagged her.

‘Something different’ she thought, as her body arched in the slamming shock of another orgasm, as she fought to breath without panic as the cock slid into her throat. ‘Some…thing….dif…..

About vanillamom

For over 8 years--(EIGHT?!) nilla and M have been a D/s couple. I'm the "small s" side of that designation, as he often reminds me. I'm silly and prone to giggling at inopportune times. He's a wicked Sadist, who feeds me my drug of choice--pain. My brain is always spinning dirty and dark little fantasies, which I sometimes share with the world. Welcome to the nilla-verse. It's wet and slippery here...with a dragon or two lurking.
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13 Responses to Something Different

  1. michelle says:

    Mmmmmm, a wonderful example of how good different can be.

  2. Cille says:

    Something different indeed… Gorgeous piece! Love the surprises. They just keep coming. (See what I did there?)

    • vanillamom says:

      *giggling*….I see what you did there, Cille!! And coming and coming…. *huge grin*

      So glad you liked this one!

      nilla

  3. Yuppers, just when you learn what to expect…expect the unexpected…hehehe

  4. This is such a fantasy of mine, so fucking hot. Well done

    • vanillamom says:

      Thank you, cammies! much appreciated. This is a primo fantasy of mine…oh the things my head comes up with under the shower…!

      nilla

  5. Kayla Lords says:

    OMG, something different indeed, and from this subbie’s perspective – very much coveted. Rawr!

    • vanillamom says:

      We all have these fantasies, don’t we? or most of us seem to. There’s something so hawt about being used that way. *fans face*

      nilla

  6. Twiglet @ 100AcreSub says:

    I loved the surprise and the ‘bit different’ element to this. Very much on a yes please list. Thank you.

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