When we're alone

Things started so innocently. Just kissing, maybe some light rubbing if I was lucky. But that all changed one night. It was unexpected... and so sexy. I went over to his house and before I even had time to take my coat off, I was forced against the wall with his tongue on my neck. He held my wrists above my head and put his knee on the soft spot between my legs. I could feel the temperature within me rising and my pussy grew wet with anticipation. He picked me up with my legs wrapping around his waist and his hands firmly squeezing my ass. When we got to his room and threw me on the bed under him and started rubbing my pussy on the outside of my jeans. I yearned for his touch, I wanted all of him. I unbuttoned his jeans and could see his dick pulsing in his underwear. But before I could do anything he grabbed my wrists and told me that he was in charge and he was going to do whatever he wanted with me. He tied my wrists to the bed and I had no choice but to submit to him. He slowly began to kiss me, starting from my lips, and down my neck. He unbuttoned my shirt and tore my bra off, exposing my perked up breasts. He flicked my nipple with his tongue and squeezed my boob as I squirmed a little. He continued to go down my torso, leaving bite marks as he went. I was so wet and he knew that, but he wanted to torture me, make me wait knowing I couldn't do anything about it. The more I moaned, the slower he went so I had to bite my lip and pray he would go faster. He pulled my jeans off and starting fingering me above my panties. But it wasn't enough, I needed more than that. He ripped my panties off and teased me with his tongue. He kissed my inner thighs and licked the outer edges of my sweet spot. I was tight and dripping, my body felt like it was on fire. He dove in with his tongue, making my back arch right away. As his tongue continued to devour me, he took his two fingers and made them dance inside me. I couldn't stop moaning. But he took his other hand and wrapped it around my neck, telling me I wouldn't be allowed to cum if I couldn't be quiet. He got up and grabbed a leather strap and tied my ankles to opposite ends of his bed so that my entire body was completely exposed. He reached into the drawer next to him and grabbed a gray blindfold. After putting it on me, he asked me, "does it scare you that I could do anything to you right now?" I couldn't even form the words to answer his question, but I didn't need to. The way my body dripped gave him the answer. I was waiting to see what would happen next when I heard a hum, a loud hum. He put his vibrator on my shoulder and traced it down my chest, placing it one of my breasts. It felt so good, I could feel my pussy just pulsing. He continued to go down my body and stopped right before he got to my dripping clit. And he switched it to a higher setting and put it directly on my clit making me moan and beg for him to let me cum. But every time I was on the edge, he'd pull it away. Always leaving me right there in that spot. It was torture, and I loved it. I was begging him to let me cum, I couldn't take it anymore. And when he finally let me, it flowed down my leg, onto his fingers where he made me suck the cum off of them. When he untied me, I was too weak to get up so we just laid there with my naked body tangled within his.