Chains

He asked me about my safe word. I made it up on the spot, then laughed. Such a ridiculous word. I couldn't hear a smile in his voice, and oh how I was listening for it. He shortened it for me, and I inner-smirked thinking that I'd never use it anyway. I don't remember the sequence, as if the blindfold made it all nonsensical. I let it all go. Forgot to think what it looks like, is this attractive, am I sexy, what is he looking at right this moment. It all disappeared in a second, and I just...was.

Then that felt hard, and soft, and good, and oh those clamps and yes, I love this, my mouth is so empty...please. Clamps again and christ that burns hot all the way through but still no safe word. Soft again, and sweet and care and don't you dare back away from me now, and then that pump and the pressure and his hand and telling me how swollen it looks, still I don't know the sequence. Inside me and all around me and twisting and how long did that last and his voice again, you may NOT. I'm so good, I'm so good, I didn't but I wanted and still I can't see, just feel.

Now it's light and there is his face and I watch while he pumps his cock in my mouth but I can't watch long because I won't be good.