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“
What's
wrong?” he asked, looking somewhat offended.

“
I
have vomit breath.”

“
I
hardly noticed. But you're right. You should go rinse your mouth
out.”

I got up and headed
to the bathroom, though I doubted rinsing my mouth out would help
much. My breath was rocking, and not in the good way. After rummaging
through the cabinet and finding a tube of toothpaste, I brushed my
teeth with my finger as best I could and then rubbed them down with
toilet paper. They weren't very clean, but at least they smelled
minty fresh.

When I reemerged
from the bathroom, Damien was gone, and I was forced to track him
down. I found him in the living room, watching the news, looking
relaxed. Reluctantly, I went to sit beside him.

“
I
should go,” I muttered.

“
You
should stay,” he replied almost absentmindedly, and then added,
“I don't want you driving all doped up.”

“
Okay,”
was all I could think of to respond.

We sat in awkward
silence for several minutes. Well, at least it felt like awkward
silence for me. Damien was intent on watching the news, though it
bored me to tears. I needed a different type of entertainment.
Something more . . . physical.

Nonchalantly, I
placed my hand on his thigh. He looked down at it, then glanced at me
and said, “Are you sure you really want to go there?”

“
I'm
curious about the lesson you had planned for me today.”

“
You're
injured and drugged up. I'm not sure it's such a good idea.”

“
Unless
the lesson involves me sticking my injured finger up your ass, I
think I'll be fine.”

He gave a light
laugh and then turned the television off before standing to lead me
down the hall. Instead of going back to the classroom, Damien led me
to the Master bedroom, which I could only assume was his. The bed was
absolutely huge, one of the biggest I had ever seen, and there was a
mirror hung over it. I smirked when I saw it.
Damien Reed, you are
a very naughty boy, and you never cease to amaze me.

“
I
would have thought you'd have something like that in the classroom,”
I commented, pointing up at the mirror.

“
I
haven't gotten around to putting one up yet,” he said, barely
even glancing at it. “If you haven't guessed, we're going to
have the lesson in here tonight.”

I had guessed, but
didn't bother to say anything. As was the standard protocol for our
lessons, I took a seat on the bed. Damien went to his chest of
drawers and extracted an object. When he turned around, he held it up
for me to see.

“
Tonight,
we're going to play with sensory deprivation.” He approached me
with the blindfold in hand, and I sat as still as a statue while he
tied it around my head, taking away my vision. “When you can't
see, all of your other senses become heightened.”

Damien caressed my
thigh. A cool shiver shot up my leg as our skin made contact, moving
straight to my heated core to swirl and throb there. I had felt
Damien's touch dozens of times before, but somehow it was different.
My body involuntarily tensed when he took his hand away, wondering
what would happen next.

His fingers touched
both legs this time, sliding up under my skirt to push it up my
thighs. Cool air seeped between them, sweeping over my heated lips,
and I hoped that Damien's hands would soon follow. He was teasing
though, rubbing my outer thighs, making no attempt to move in towards
my center.

My body ached for
his touch, but I dare not ask for it. This was not a man who needed
instruction. He knew exactly what he was doing, that he was teasing
me relentlessly, filling me with want for him.

“
How
does that feel?” he asked.

“
Good.”

His palms trailed
down my thighs, making gentle circles over my knees before they
finally changed direction and slid up between my legs. My breath
hitched as I waited for them to reach their sweet destination, but
they stopped short, receding back toward my knees, leaving me
wanting. Such an evil, evil tease.

On the second pass,
they reached higher, his knuckles kneading my inner thighs, his
thumbs playing along the seam of my quickly moistening panties. I
stifled back a groan, my breath already becoming ragged in
anticipation. It took everything in me to remain steady. My body
itched to grab his hand and shove his thick fingers inside my wanting
cunt. He had control though, and as much as he was driving me insane,
I knew I would have to wait until he was ready.

After a few more
minutes of relentless torture, I began to wiggle, inching myself
towards him as his hands made a stroke up to my thigh. As if to
punish me, he withdrew completely, leaving my body burning for more.

“
Not
fair,” I whispered grumpily.

“
You're
impatient.” There was amusement in his voice.

“
I
want you.”

“
Do
you?”

“
Yes.”

The hands returned,
and I sighed in relief as they ran all the way up the length of my
thighs to grasp onto the waistband of my panties. I was more than
willing to lift my butt, so he could pull them down, knowing now that
they were off, my pussy would be getting more attention.

When his hand
returned again, it went straight for my wet folds. He petted a finger
over them, running back and forth across the slickness of sweat and
desire. I spread my legs a little wider and then blushed from my
obvious display of need. It couldn't be helped though. My body was
aching for him.

Damien's thick
fingers made a few more passes up and down my engorged lips before
they nudged inside, spreading my petals to get to the nectar of my
feminine flower. When he flicked a fingertip over my erect nub, I
thought I might choke on my own breath. I hadn't even realized I had
been holding it up to that point. Warmth flooded through me as oxygen
and pleasure coursed through my body. His fingers were undoubtedly
skillful, rubbing and massaging and driving me insane.

He petted back and
forth between my folds, moving from my pleasure button to my slit.
When his fingers reached my waiting hole, he plunged two inside, and
my body almost involuntarily bucked towards his hand, my mouth
forming an O of approval.

“
Yes,” I
whispered shamelessly as he began moving in and out, thumbing my clit
while he fingered me.

“
Are you going
to come for me?” he asked, though he was too confident to need
a response.

I leaned back,
feeling his fingers pick up an aggressive pace. The friction coupled
with the pummeling against my clit quickly worked to drive me up the
hill of insurmountable pleasure. My cunt made a squelching sound as
he really began to pump, proof of my body's unrelenting hunger to be
fucked. Soon, I could hold on no longer, and the world around me
exploded into euphoric bliss as the tremors took over, rocking me to
my very core.

Damien's fingers
stilled inside of me, and his thumb focused on my numb, pressing and
rubbing to milk out every last contraction. I gasped, wanting to sink
back against the bed in exhaustion, but I knew we were far from over.

“
I want your
cock,” I said greedily, though I wasn't sure which end that I
wanted it in.

I groped for him.
The blindfold had suddenly become an annoying nuisance, but I knew it
would displease him if I took it off, so I left it in place, fumbling
around like a blind person to find his manhood.

“
Stand,”
I requested, and he did as he was asked.

My hand zeroed in on
the bulge in his jeans, feeling the outline of it. He was already
nice and deliciously hard for me. Once my mouth began salivating, I
knew which end that I wanted his cock in first.

I moved to unbutton
his pants with an urgency I'd never felt before. Within seconds, the
velvety skin of his shaft was in my hand. It felt so smooth, so
strong. I leaned forward and kissed at the tip, moaning as the
wetness of pre-come painted my lips. My tongue lapped over it,
tasting him, and he groaned in response.

I could have teased
him like he had me, but my lust was far too great. Like a cock hungry
slut, I accepted him into my mouth, wrapping my arms around his hips
and practically face fucking myself. My strokes were long and deep,
taking him all the way to the back of my throat while my tongue
working to massage his veiny underside. As I bobbed, I groaned, so
aroused from sucking on him that I felt like I might come again.

Damien reached to
pull my shirt over my head, and I broke away from his cock just long
enough to allow it. Then he lifted up my bra and took a nipple
between each thumb and forefinger, twisting and tugging on them,
sending need straight down to my recovering clit. As he did this, he
began to buck. I moaned and opened my throat, allowing him to fill me
with his meaty fuck stick.

After a while, he
let go of my nipples and gripped the back of my head instead, curling
his fingers into my hair and thrusting. For a while, I thought he was
going to come in my mouth. I wouldn't have minded. My body was
totally receptive to anything at that point, whatever his pleasure
may be.

Eventually, he
pulled away, leaving my mouth feeling empty. The only thing that made
it better was knowing what was coming next. While there were many
things about Damien Reed that were still a mystery to me, I did know
him on a more carnal level. He wouldn't be able to resist claiming me
soon.

My mound throbbed in
anticipation, wanting him inside of me. His fingers had been good,
but his cock was even better, thick and filling.

“
Turn around
and get on all fours,” he told me, and I was quick to obey,
groping around blindly to make sure I was staying on the bed.

He grabbed me by the
hips and pulled me back. I half expected him to slam right into me,
but instead, he took his time, placing his hands on my ass to squeeze
and caress my skin. My body shuddered with pleasure at his touch, my
pussy aching needily. It was like the orgasm I had earlier hadn't
even happened, my body felt so ready for more.

Still, Damien took
his time, worshiping me with his fingers, which quickly trailed
between my legs, slipping inside of me. I groaned, arching my hips
back to take them in.

“
You're very
wet,” he noted.

“
You make me
that way,” I breathed.

Then he did
something unexpected. He pressed two of his fingers deep inside and
angled his hand so that his thumb could rub over the tight ring of my
asshole.

“
That's an out
hole,” I warned.

“
Is it?”
He didn't sound convinced.

“
Hard limit,
remember?”

“
It's not
dirty, Chey, no matter what you think.”

“
It is to me.”

“
You might
change your mind if you let me—”

“
No. Nope. Not
happening.” I shook my head.

Relenting, he
dropped his thumb and focused on finger fucking my pussy. I groaned
in approval, trying not to feel like such a bitch for not giving him
his way. There were many things I'd do for Damien Reed, but that
wasn't one of them.

My body rocked in
sexual bliss under the weight of his hand, clamping and relaxing
around his fingers, feeling him spread me wide in preparation for a
larger intruder. The moisture between my legs felt like it was
practically dripping, the heat of my sex begging to merge with him.

As if reading my
mind, the hand withdrew, and I heard the crinkling of a condom
wrapper before I felt something bigger take the place of his fingers.
Damien's thick mushroom nudged at my entrance but didn't break
though. Almost instinctively, I pressed my hips back, wanting to
devour his manhood with my pussy.

“
You're so
wanton,” he noted with amusement in his voice.

“
Give it to
me, Damien. Please.”

“
What if I
don't?” He pressed it in just beyond the threshold, then pulled
out again, rubbing tight circles around my entranceway.