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Valeria

T he first thing Zefarin did sent bolts of pleasure straight into my core.

My hands grasped the scarves tightly, hating that they couldn't touch and explore his smooth skin.

My body arched toward him like we were pulled together by a magnetic force, unable to fight it.

His fingers entangled in my hair, and his hand caressed my hot flesh.

The simple yet searing kiss had me drowning in desire for this man. Our lips collided with passion and longing as if we were each other's oasis in the desert. My tongue darted into his mouth, wanting to taste as much of him as possible.

But he pulled away, making me groan in disapproval. His fingers gently grazed my lips, and his nose brushed against my cheek. I wriggled in the restraints, turning my head to find his delicious lips, yet he only chuckled at my pointless fight.

"Patience, Valeria," he whispered, pressing his index finger against my lower lip, and I opened my mouth. "You'll get everything. I promise."

A quiet moan escaped my throat as I worked his digit, and he massaged my breast. I hated that I couldn't wrap around him and melt into his body, but at the same time, I was aroused by my powerlessness.

The scarves held me tightly, exposing me so he could admire every inch of me, and the blindfold heightened my senses. His lips were hungrier than I remembered. His hands were rougher and firmer than my last memory of them. The experience opened my eyes and forced me to perceive reality differently.

A tender brush of something smooth on my inner thigh directed my attention from the slight frustration to the tingling sensation. The touch was delicate, like a chaste kiss from a lover, sending chills up my tense spine. It moved up my hip and to my breasts, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

"What is this?" I breathed, pushing my head into the cushion and lifting my chest against it. It teased my nipples and, at the same time, made my stomach flutter like something alive was trapped there.

"Peacock feather," Zefarin answered, moving it up and down my neck, making me shudder in delight. "Almost as soft as your skin, mon c?ur."

My skin prickled as the feather traveled around my body. The sensuality of the strokes forced moans to break free from my throat. My legs were spread apart, but I needed to close them to ease the ache between them, yet my gentle tormentor didn't allow it.

"Hold your gorgeous legs open, Valeria," he said with a hint of a warning in his low husky voice. "Or do you want me to tie them, too?"

"No." I instantly spread my thighs, feeling his hand on my pussy.

"That's a good girl," he praised breathily, his fingers brushing my folds and easily finding the magical button that made me gasp for air. "The view and accessibility are perfect."

Zefarin's lips brushed against my shoulder before he retracted his hand and the feather from me. An eerie silence settled around me, swallowing me until I caught a buzzing noise on my right side.

The mattress dipped under Zefarin's weight, suggesting he joined me, and the noise echoed next to my hip. My breathing quickened while my mind raced with possibilities about what he planned to do.

"Meet my favorite massage wand," he announced, making me squeal in surprise. The device touched my swollen pulsating clit, sending shots of intense pleasure into my body.

"Oh, fuck!" I cursed, surprised by the intensity. He moved it to my wet opening leisurely, circling it while his large hand cupped my breast .

A series of loud moans escaped me as I experienced a combination of sensations. His fingers played with my nipple as the buzzing devil worked my pussy relentlessly, and I felt my body shaking and sweating.

My orgasm was building rapidly with the stimulation of my most sensitive areas, and I completely forgot about Zefarin's presence. My ears were focused on the sound, my skin tingled, and my heart raced. My dry mouth released noises I’d never heard before, and I fiercely tugged on the restraints.

After a few torturous moments and moves of the wand, the pressure in my core became unbearable. I pressed my legs together, caging it, but before my body exploded in an earth-shattering orgasm, Zefarin pulled the toy away. I gasped for air, hissing in disapproval.

"What? Why?" I groaned, lifting my hips to meet my release. But the space around me was empty.

"I told you, hold your legs open, mon c?ur," he uttered calmly, his large hand grasping my thigh. I relaxed my muscles, trying to catch my breath into my deprived lungs.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, opening my legs as much as I could. "I won't do it again," I promised desperately, wriggling my fingers to ease some tension from my body. I have never begged to be fucked. It was an utterly different feeling from what I was used to. "Please, continue."

"Sweet, beautiful Valeria," Zefarin purred. His voice was even deeper than usual, and the butterflies in my stomach woke up with the new fervor. Their tiny wings attacked the sensitive spots, creating an all-new quivering sensation to charge through me. "You'll get what you crave, but on my terms."

His hand tangled in my long hair, and he raised my head. Something wet, soft, and salty pressed against my lips, and I obediently opened my mouth, recognizing his hard cock.

My tongue worked in circles, licking and sucking the tip, but my teeth clicked with something metal, disturbing me. Inspecting the cold jewelry, I was sure he hadn't worn it before.

"Is it a piercing?" I asked between the tiny licks .

"Yes," he replied breathlessly, moaning when I took him inside again. I would give anything to see him enjoy my mouth, but I had to make do with my imagination.

"You prettied it like this for me?" I blew some air on him, listening to his heavy breathing.

“For who else, mon c?ur?” he countered, his fingers brushing my cheek. "There is no one but you."

Grabbing my hair at the base of my head roughly, he tilted my face up, his rock-solid erection sliding into my mouth.

"Enough talking," he rasped, pushing deeper and making me gag. "I'm going to enjoy fucking this delicate little opening."

My mouth was filled to the brim with his length and grith. I moved my head teasingly slow but gasped when he pressed the vibrating magic wand against my pussy again. I pulled away, catching my breath, yet he pushed his cock back inside, holding my head.

"Suck it, Valeria," he ordered, the device between my legs making me crazy. The scarves around my wrists dug into my skin as I yanked them, releasing primal noises past his hard dick. I tried to hold it inside, but it became impossible when he added pressure on my pussy.

My saliva ran down my chin as he roughly fucked my mouth, and I shook violently when an orgasm took over me. My body exploded in euphoria, the pleasure overcame my senses, and his name broke free from my throat.

"Fucking beautiful," Zefarin hushed, grazing my over-sensitive pussy with his long fingers. He pushed them inside of me slowly, my inner walls trembling as he gently worked it again.

My mind was clouded with bliss, and I was submerged in a comfortable mattress when his tongue licked my pussy. I squealed at the unexpected tender attack on my insanely sensitive clit forcing my legs together.

"Easy, mon c?ur," he whispered soothingly. "Let me enjoy the late dinner."

A shudder fanned over my entire body caused by his words and touches. His massive hands massaged my tits while the strokes of his tongue spread pleasure into my every cell. I arched my hips against his skillful mouth, trying to draw more from him, and he gave me everything.

He licked and sucked on my clit and hole, making me wriggle, moan and scream. I desperately wanted to be free from the scarves to press my hand against his head to get more pressure from his tongue.

My second climax was in sight. The knot in my lower abdomen tightened to the point of bursting, and the stars danced before my covered eyes. I couldn't stop moaning and whining.

Zefarin held my thighs apart as he licked the life out of me, sending me between the clouds. Waves of unbelievably consuming pleasure washed over me, leaving me breathless.

"Oh, shit," I whispered, unable to almost catch my breath. It was the wildest orgasm I’d ever experienced. My body felt weightless, and my soul momentarily left my body for sure.

"Your pussy is delicious, Valeria," Zefarin breathed between the small kisses he placed around my wet center. "I can't get enough of it."

If I hadn't been so drained, I probably would've blushed. No one ever praised me so much. But I was depleted of every ounce of energy. I could barely inhale and exhale without feeling devoured.

"Did you enjoy my tongue as much as I enjoyed your pussy, mon c?ur?

" my tormentor asked, kissing his way up my abdomen, through my breasts and neck, until he finished on my lips.

I didn't answer. I was too exhausted. I reciprocated his tender kiss, tasting my juices when I licked my lips, and a tiny smile tugged on my mouth.

"It was amazing," I muttered, lying limp with my hands still tied. He freed them but left the scarf over my eyes, and I didn't even try to remove it. I’d made my peace with him concealing his face from me. I believed he would show it to me when he was ready.

"I'm not done with you yet, Valeria," he whispered against my earlobe, cradling my wrists in his hand and pinning them above my head. My arms were sore, but I was more preoccupied with his plans than my aching muscles.

"You'll be my doom," I murmured, gently biting his chin as I felt his colossal body hovering over me. His cock poked my thigh, and while still exhausted, my pussy clenched in anticipation of some good pounding .

"I told you before that I'll be the only man on your mind.

" He kissed my temple, forcing a smile on my lips.

"I'll be the one these eyes want to see.

" He placed two kisses on the scarf above my eyes, making my eyelids flutter.

"And I'll be the last man those lascivious lips will ever kiss.

" He connected our lips in a long, loving kiss that thawed my heart like ice in the sun.

I wrapped my legs around his hips, arching my back, and he moved down so our bodies melted together. I rubbed myself against him, craving the feel of him everywhere on me and in me.

As if reading my thoughts, he entered me, and I moaned into his mouth in satisfaction. He nibbled my lower lip, pushing me into the mattress with his torturously slow thrusts.

"Let me touch you," I pleaded, trying to free my hands from his hold. He allowed it after a few moments of a fight, and I instantly enveloped myself around him like a snake.

Effortlessly, Zefarin lifted us, and while we were still connected, he sat me on his lap. His cock pierced my pussy, burying into the depths of my body.

"Ride me, baby," he commanded in a strained voice, holding my hips when I circled them.

I grasped his shoulders for support, and he helped me move up and down his shaft.

Tilting my head back, I relished every thrust of his hips.

The piercing of his cock hit my inner walls, adding additional pleasure to my already overwhelmed body.

We moaned in unison, lost in bliss, while our bodies sang the sensual melody.

"Fuck, you're perfect," Zefarin whispered, quickening my rhythm. I dug my nails into his firm back, feeling my pussy muscles tightening around his cock.

Everything in me was prepared for another explosion, and I knew he was almost there, too. I felt his throbbing dick. His heavy breathing resonated through the open space. His hands gripped my hips with a bruising force. We would climb to heaven together.

I finished with another wall-crushing scream, and he quickly followed. He spread his load into me with a few loud groans that were nothing compared to my wails.

Zefarin's face was buried in my neck. His breathing fanned my skin while I panted, and my body trembled from exhaustion .

"You're the best rider, mon c?ur," he breathed, and I laughed, exhaling the last remains of any energy I had left in my poor, drained body.

Clinging to him, I kissed his forehead and brushed his sweaty hair. My chest pressed against him, and I enjoyed the delicate pecks he placed on my shoulder until my breathing evened, but I wasn't ready to let go.

"I want to see your face," I whispered, pressing my cheek to the side of his head.

"Soon, Valeria," he replied, kissing me under my chin.

"Promise?" I breathed desperately, overcoming the urge to cry. The sudden surge of feelings took me entirely by surprise, and he reacted immediately, probably sensing the change in my voice.

"I swear, mon c?ur." He broke free from my tight grip, cupping my cheeks. "I can't live without you."

Before he claimed my mouth in yet another passionate kiss, I thought the same.

I can't live without you, either.