At His Mercy

She could hear the distant sound of her own heartbeat, pounding in her ears as she found herself blindfolded and bound to the bed, completely at his mercy. The darkness that enveloped her was both terrifying and thrilling, her other senses heightened in response.

She could feel the cool air of the room on her bare skin, raising goosebumps in their wake. The anticipation was maddening, her body trembling with desire and fear. She strained against her restraints, testing their strength, but they held firm. She was at his mercy, and she could do nothing but submit.

The sound of his belt buckle hitting the ground sent a shiver down her spine. She imagined him standing there, naked and aroused, his eyes drinking in the sight of her vulnerable form. She heard the soft rustle of his clothes as he undressed, the fabric brushing against his skin, driving him wild with lust.

His hands roamed over her body, calloused fingers tracing patterns on her skin. Each touch was like a spark, igniting a fire deep within her. She felt his fingers brush against her nipples, teasing them into hard peaks. She arched her back, offering herself up to him, desperate for more.

His mouth found her breast, his tongue circling her nipple before taking it into his mouth. She moaned, her hips bucking against the bed as he teased and tantalized her. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the feel of his skin against hers driving her wild.

And then she felt it – the head of his cock brushing against her lips. She opened her mouth eagerly, relishing the taste of him as he thrust deep into her throat. She could feel him pulsing inside her, his hips moving in time with her own. She felt him wrap his hand in her hair, pulling her closer, deeper.

She could feel herself losing control, her body trembling with pleasure. She could hear the sound of her own moans, mingling with his, as they moved together in a primal dance. She could feel herself on the edge, her body tensing, her toes curling.

And then she fell, her body shuddering with pleasure as she came hard, his name on her lips. She could feel him follow her over the edge, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself inside her.

As the darkness faded, she could feel him collapse beside her, his body spent and satisfied. She smiled, knowing that she had given herself to him completely, surrendering to the darkness and to the primal desire that had driven them together.

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