BDSM: CAPTOR TALES 2

I had allowed the deception associated with feelings swallow me. I am a slave to his touch, a prisoner of his desire, trapped in the web of pleasure. His touch deepens with each trail over the edge of my skin and reawakens the dormant butterflies fluttering within. His fingers visit my thighs and rest within my temple. And with a gentle touch strokes my grown pubic hair, just the way he likes it. A touch at a time. He twirls the hair around his fingers and with his thumb massages my clitoris and rubs my libia together and with his less busy hand he caresses my breasts.
Paradise is softly approaching and I am dancing toward it’s castle in excited breath and hushed moans, before I feel myself revisiting earth. His hand rests on my neck and I feel myself losing breath as he chokes me, lowers his lips onto mine and delves two fingers into my pussy. This touch is not that of compassion but a rawness and hunger to unravel his desires.
‘You disobeyed my orders, I heard you moan’
I could not escape my punishment and even if I could run, the pleasure was not something I could forfeit for the normal romance that I could see. He drags me by the tip of the hair, unhooks me from the tip of the bed, brings out his cock and shoves it into my mouth. I recognize the familiarity of his penis and his hardness stuffed in my mouth doesn’t surprise me, I dance with my tongue around the tip of his dick, and in calculated movements slurp my tongue from the tip down to his balls before swallowing, and repeating those steps I shove his hardness inside my mouth, slowly, until I have all of him to myself. He is thirsty and pushes my head further till I feel myself gasp for breath.
He flips me over and spreads my legs wide apart, hanging it in the air and I look on tensed for what he has to offer and I see him flip a huge vibrator before me and every breath in me dies.