Your Guilty Pleasures Part Two

Your Guilty Pleasures Part Two

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Once again, I'm having issues adding chapters. Sorry, guys. Here's part two.

Summary

Once again, I'm having issues adding chapters. Sorry, guys. Here's part two.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Your Guilty Pleasures Part Two

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Once again, I'm having issues adding chapters. Sorry, guys. Here's part two.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: December 12, 2015

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: December 12, 2015

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I can't quite fanthom how I ended up here, with you. Let alone why, or for how long. The lines were blurred: and there had been no paperwork. All I had known was that I'd be up in the basement of the brothel I worked at. That was it.
From the moment I heard your footsteps coming up the stairs I knew I was in trouble. I didn't really want to escape, though, as the words "Help me" left my parted lips. You hadn't laid a finger on me and I was already squirming against my bonds.
I silenced myself the best I could, hearing you bark at me to shut up. That was enough to send me reeling gently back into the bed I was bound upon, wondering what it was that you would do to me next. I had my ideas, but you also had ideas of your own.
Beneath the darkness of the blindfold pain seared my vision: something had lashed over my abdomen, making me yelp out and recoil backwards instinctively, arching up. My breath had caught in my throat, having not expected such a sudden ambuse of feelings.
I could already feel a welt budding up from where you'd just hit me: probably making my skin red. That would leave a bruise, for sure.
I am not sure why, or how I kept coming back for this. It hurt, but.. it felt good at the same time. Colour me a masochist in denial.
You leaned down: your heavy breath on the side of my face. My chin was grasped, along with my jaw, by your fingers, keeping me up so I was forced to imagine what kind of face you were pulling over the blindfold that obscured my vision.
My hips, raising from the bed, arched up towards you with a back that was already risen from the lashing you'd given me just moments before. I just couldn't help myself. I wanted you, badly.
As if you could read my mind, though, I felt the cool kiss of a blade travel down my hip and over the top of my panties, threatening to tear them off. I naturally writhed beneath you, doing my best to keep still. It was difficult.
"Mpfh.." I muttered, struggling to gather a hold on my senses. "P-please, Sir." Left my lips in a whimpered moan before I'd had a chance to think about what I was saying. I could tell you were smirking, even if I couldn't see your face. Smug bastard.
My jaw was released, and I heard your footsteps going in the other direction. Then I heard the sound of metal on wood. I knew there was a table there, but not what was on it. Oh fuck. What were you going to do to me? I was beginning to wonder if I wanted this to go any further or not: anticipation budding in my belly.
Soon enough though, and before I really had a chance to react, I felt the shuddering steel of a sharp object glide over my stomach, and then down beneath my panties. Something told me I should probably keep as still as possible, now. Mpfh.
I was already damp, and getting wetter by the second at the feel of whatever that cold, sharp object was up against me. The tip of it was held against my clitoris and unf, how that felt, words could not describe. Cold, sharp, lethal.
My lips parted, forming an "O". You'd dragged the blade down, and it was now pressed up against the spot between my heat, and my ass. I didn't know what to think or how to react, it was all happening so fast.
My hips squirmed, unsure if I wanted you to take this any further. I was okay with cuts, but not -there-..
Soon after though, you began slowly pulling the blade up, and away. I don't think time had ever gone by so slowly, damn. I shuddered inwardly, and outwardly as the cold, now slightly warmed blade glided up along me once more, delibrately passing the tiny bundle of nerves between my legs and pressing down some before finally becoming free.
I finally let myself fall back against the bed, dotted with beads of liquid persperation. Your kind of games were dangerous, but damn, I was hooked.
 


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