She couldn’t see.
The blindfold had been tight around her eyes for what felt like hours. Or minutes. She wasn’t sure anymore. Time didn’t exist here. Only obedience. Only sensation.
Her wrists were bound behind the chair, leather straps digging into her skin just enough to remind her she wasn’t leaving. Not until he decided.
The air was thick, electric, humming with the weight of what hadn’t happened yet.
She wasn’t alone.
A whisper. Close. Too close.
“You’re waiting for me, aren’t you?”
She sucked in a breath, body tensing at the voice.
His voice.
Deep, smooth, knowing.
A finger trailed along her collarbone, barely a touch, just a hint of warmth against her skin. A promise. A threat.
“You don’t even know where I am, do you?”
A pause.
Then, heat at her neck, breath ghosting over her pulse.
Her body betrayed her, her back arching just slightly, instinctively reaching for contact.
“Tsk.” Fingers closed around her throat, not tight, not yet. Just holding. Controlling.
“Still.”
Her pulse slammed against his palm.
Dark laughter. “Good girl.”
The room grew even hotter as his hand remained, a gentle yet firm presence at her throat, the pulsing of her blood beneath his fingertips syncing with the erratic beat of his own heart.
Her breath hitched, the anticipation building, and she could feel her pussy growing wet with every shallow inhale and exhale she took.
He leaned in closer, his breath hot and heavy against her ear.
“I can feel your excitement,” he murmured, his voice a dark, seductive rumble that sent shivers down her spine. “Do you like playing this game, my little kitten?”
He tightened his grip, just a fraction, not cutting off her air completely, but reminding her of her vulnerability. The sensation was exhilarating, a dangerous dance of fear and arousal. She nodded, the only response she could manage, her voice lost in the thrall of his dominance.
“Good,” he whispered, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her earlobe, sending waves of pleasure through her.
“Because tonight, I plan to explore every inch of you, in every way imaginable.”
His grip loosened, and she felt his hand trail down, his fingers dancing over the swell of her breast. Her nipples tightened into hardened peaks, begging for his touch.
“But first,” he said, a hint of mischief in his voice, “we’re going to play a little game of breath.”
His hand slipped away from her throat, leaving it feeling cold and exposed.
The silence grew heavier, and she waited, her chest rising and falling in anticipation of what he would do next.
Then, without warning, his mouth was on her neck, kissing and nipping along the sensitive skin, his breath hot and erratic.
Each touch was a brand, leaving her skin tingling and her body craving more. He paused at her collarbone, his breathing matching hers, quick, shallow.
“When I tell you to,” he whispered, “you’re going to hold your breath for me. And if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you breathe again.”
His grip tightened around her neck again, the leather of his glove a stark contrast against her soft, warm flesh.
“Now, bitch,” he growled, the words sending a shiver of fear and excitement through her body.
He pushed his hand over her mouth, cutting off any sound she might make. His thumb brushed against her bottom lip, the pressure increasing slightly.
“Hold your breath,” he ordered, his voice a low, hungry growl that sent a pulse of arousal straight to her clit.
She nodded, her eyes wide with understanding and a hint of trepidation.
He leaned in, his breath hot on her ear.
“Good. Now, don’t breathe until I tell you to.”
He released his hold on her mouth, his hand lingering for a moment before sliding down to her chest, his thumb and forefinger pinching her nipple through the flimsy fabric of her dress.
The pain was exquisite, a sharp contrast to the gentle pressure on her neck.
She took a shallow breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
He watched her, his eyes dark with desire as she obeyed his command.
His hand began to move again, the fabric of her dress shifting as he traced a line down her torso, his fingers sliding into the valley between her breasts.
He took his time, enjoying the sight of her straining against the bonds, her body begging for release.
He reached the waistband of her panties, his knuckles brushing against the damp fabric.
She gasped, her eyes squeezing shut in pleasure, and he chuckled.
“Not yet,” he murmured, his breath tickling her ear.
“We have all night.”
His hand continued its descent, the anticipation building with every inch of skin he revealed. He reached the apex of her thighs and paused, his fingertips just grazing her swollen pussy lips.
She whimpered, her body desperately seeking more.
“But first,” he said, his voice thick with lust, “I want to hear you scream for it.”
And with that, he pushed two fingers inside her, filling her up in one swift motion.
She arched her back, her muffled cry of pleasure mingling with the sound of her rapid breaths.
He leaned in closer, his teeth grazing her ear.
“Breathe, my sweet,” he whispered. “Breathe and scream for me.”
With a feral growl, he yanked the blindfold off, revealing his intense gaze that bore into her soul.
He stood before her, tall and commanding, his eyes dark with an insatiable hunger that mirrored the ache in her core.
Without wasting a moment, he flipped the chair over, sending her sprawling onto the cold, hard floor.
The sudden change in position made her gasp, and he took advantage of it, pushing her onto her stomach and climbing onto her.
His weight pressing her into the ground, he grabbed her hips, pulling them up and back, positioning her just right.
The sound of his zipper was the only warning she had before he thrust into her from behind, his thick, hard cock stretching her pussy to its limits.
She cried out, the sting of his rough entry melding with the pleasure of finally feeling him inside her.
He didn’t give her time to adjust, instead, he began to fuck her with a brutal rhythm that matched the pounding of her heart.
His hand clamped over her mouth, muffling her cries as he thrust deeper and harder, his fingers occasionally slipping to pinch her clit or slap her ass, the sting sending shockwaves of sensation through her.
She could feel her orgasm building, a wildfire threatening to consume her.
He knew it too, his grip tightening, his strokes more erratic.
He whispered obscenities into her ear, his breath hot and ragged.
“You’re mine,” he grunted, “Mine to fuck, mine to come inside.”
His hand slipped from her mouth to her neck again, his fingers digging in as he pounded into her with all his strength.
Her body tensed, her pussy clenching around him, and she screamed his name into his palm as she came, her juices coating his cock and her thighs.
He didn’t stop, instead, he fucked her through her climax, his own approaching fast.
With a final, savage thrust, he emptied himself inside her, his hot seed filling her up as she writhed beneath him.
They both lay there, panting and trembling, the sound of their mingled breaths and the wet slap of their skin the only sounds in the room.
He leaned down and kissed her neck, the bite of his teeth a gentle reminder of who was in control
. “Mine,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with satisfaction.
And she nodded, her body still pulsing with the aftershocks of pleasure, knowing it was true.
Power, restraint, surrender, BDSM is a dance between trust and control. This story is purely fictional and should be read as such. Breath play is an extreme kink that requires careful negotiation, experience, and risk awareness.
If you’re interested in exploring breath play safely, always follow consent-driven, SSC (Safe, Sane, and Consensual) or RACK (Risk-Aware Consensual Kink) principles. Learn about proper techniques, risks, and safety measures before engaging.
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