Grab me off!

In the silence of the room, only the soft humming of the ceiling fan could be heard. The heavy and thick curtains repelled any external light, immersing the room in a warm penumbra like a summer night. I'm standing up, my hands shaking nervously as he watches me with a mix of tenderness and sadism.

He approaches slowly, then his imposing presence fills the space between us. With skilled and sure hands, he starts undressing me. Not subtle, he pulls off my clothes and I'm about to ask him not to tear them, as I don't have another set, but it seems he can read my intentions and puts his finger in my mouth, silencing me.

First, he unbuttons my shirt, revealing my torso covered by a white top. Then he takes off the belt from my jeans, which slides down my legs like a whisper. He puts my belt over his shoulders and continues, as each piece of clothing falls to the floor, my defenses retreat one step towards surrender. Finally, he lifts up my arms and removes my top, runs his hand along the side of my body and slips off my bra.I close my eyes, I feel vulnerable and exposed, my breathing accelerates with each gentle touch of his fingers on my skin. -Sit down- he orders in a hard, grave, and firm voice. I obey without hesitation, adjusting my body to a wooden chair just in the center of the room. I can feel the roughness of the seat against my bare skin. I don't want to complain, I take a deep breath and remain silent.

Prio turns around for a moment and returns with shiny metal handcuffs. His eyes seek mine, I feel him staring at me. I nod and my defenses retreat even further. The cold metal traps my wrists, contrasting with the warmth of my body. With surprising softness, he puts on a black silk blindfold, plunging me into total darkness. Privileged of sight, but not of my other senses, which become more acute... I can hear the constant rhythm of his breathing, I can feel every subtle movement in the air around me, the silences have the electricity of uncertainty, my heart beats faster, I take a deep breath...

-Trust me- he whispers in my ear, with a warm breath that makes me shiver. With my eyes covered, each word, each touch, becomes a new and amplified sensation. Now he takes my ear and says: -You are mine, my girl slut, and you'll do what I tell you- Each syllable vibrates inside me and awakens even more desire. I can only repeat that phrase seven times, although I can't see him, I know he's smiling, I'm familiar with it.

His lips descend to my neck, kisses and bites leave a mark on my skin. He keeps going... now he kisses, licks, sucks, and bites my breasts. He stops satisfied, my nipples are wet from his salty saliva and my erect and sensitive nipples. I think who the hell is making me do these things, I'm nervous, I take a deep breath to calm down, squeeze my thighs, that gives me a pleasant sensation, my crotch is wet, as if I had peed. My defenses have fallen. Now I only hear footsteps behind me... Around and the sound of a match igniting, I take a deep breath again and there is a fragrance, I try to figure out what it is... is jasmine? I feel a slight warmth near my arm and understand it's a scented candle, its fragrance is intoxicating. Suddenly a strange heat close to pain but not quite, something that comes and goes quickly but makes my body tense up in the chair, it's Priot leaving the melted wax between my breasts and then on my nipples. I beg for a little rest.

-You're a naughty girl- I receive as a response.

Now I feel like something is running through my body, passing through my arms, my chest, my stomach... it's my belt, the one Priot had removed when he undressed me... each caress is a stimulus that leads me forward, to the edge of the chair, searching for more. It stops in front of me and separates my thighs with force and takes his fingers to my pussy. I jump off the chair, it doesn't matter much to him and continues exploring it, penetrating me with his fingers which he then puts inside my mouth making me taste my fluids. He gives me a couple of soft slaps on the breasts and vulva with the belt. I take a deep breath and each breath takes me to a place of abandonment, where only the present and pleasure existed.

Priot explores my body at his whim with firm and sure hands, exploring every curve, every fold, every imperfection and every corner. I moan with pleasure from the caresses, I'm lost in a dreamlike place, suddenly everything changes and my body tenses up pulling me out of my abandonment, I feel cold. A cube of ice slides into my body and draws a path from my neck to my navel, and then down further, causing me to close my legs and try to move away from Priot, who prevents it with his force, he has it easy because I'm still handcuffed and every time I try to move the metal bites into my skin. Finally, he separates my labia and puts the cube of ice inside me. I feel him walking away and closing the door. There she leaves me, restricted in mobility, hypersensitive, unable to see, penetrated by ice but with my body on fire, feeling like the most sluty and not completing the act.I take a deep breath, try to calm myself and think, think about how Priot took me to the edge of ecstasy again and again, playing with my desire, with my sensations. He takes me to the brink, to the edge but doesn't let me fall. Piece of son of a slut. Grab him I scream at him with all my strength, In the other room Priot began to play the third movement of Kadály's Sonata in B minor. I smile because I know he does it for me and that when he finishes playing, our best part will begin.