Heaven or Hell

This is my 1st attempt at writing this style of fiction. I hope you enjoy it.

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You wake up surrounded by soft sheets after your long flight. Having been asleep since the second your head hit the pillow last night, I let you sleep for as long as you need.

You open your eyes, but can’t see anything, you try to move your hands to your eyes, but you can’t. Finding that your hands are loosely bound behind together with rough hemp rope, you struggle a little, only to realise that you have ropes around your thighs too, and that you can’t move on your own.

You call my name. I don’t speak nor do I make any noise. Simply, I put a cigarette in between your lips. Spitting it out, I gently slap your face and return it to your beautiful mouth.

You suck on the tip gently, inhaling the acrid smoke. You realise that this isn’t just a cigarette. Inhaling the smoke readily now, you take three or four hits in quick succession, relishing the flavour and unmistakeable taste of Jamaican pot.

I take the joint out of your mouth and you hear me toke on it too, inhaling and exhaling the smoke into your open mouth.

Kissing you deeply, I whisper, ‘you might enjoy this…’

Whimpering, you reply, ‘I hope so.’

I take the sheets off you as the dope hits your system and I see your eyes glaze slightly. A slight smile appears on your face. ‘Shit, that’s good gear,’ you say, giggling a little.

THWACK! I slap your right breast with the palm of my hand, leaving a slight red imprint. Your nipple hardens to my rough touch. ‘Hhmm,’ you whisper.

I put the joint back into your mouth. You begin to toke on it feverishly, holding the smoke in your lungs until you have to let it out, coughing and choking violently.

As you cough, I notice that the joint has fallen onto your neck. I leave it for a second before picking it up and putting it back between your quivering lips.

The joint has left a little mark on your skin; you feel the heat and try to ignore it as best you can.

I run my fingertips across your tits, brushing your nipples as I cross your alabaster white skin, working my way down to your wispy thin pubic hair. At my request, you’ve grown it in a little.

I comment that it looks perfect to my eye and you smile as you take yet another deep toke on the joint. After I take the joint from between your lips, you tell me, ‘it itched like fuck for ages. I hope you like it.’

I tell you I am very pleased, and slap your other nipple as a reward, leaving another red palm print for the world to see. You are mine; you are my plaything, to do with as I please. What I want and where I want.

Running my dry finger across your clit, and down your sopping cunt, I linger by your asshole, before poking it up there to the knuckle.

I hold it there for a minute before slowly pulling it out. I press it between your lips. You refuse to taste yourself, so I slap your cheek and whilst your mouth is open, I push my finger into your mouth – forcing you to suck it, and taste yourself.

‘Slowly,’ I say as you suck on my finger, ‘there’s plenty of time.’ With my other hand, I pat your clit, gently at first, but as you want me to use you like my slut whore, I hit you harder and harder. I can see the pleasure on your face, so I slap harder.

My cock is rock hard now and even though you can’t see it, you can feel its presence, as I move it to your cheek, tapping your face. You instinctively open your mouth to receive it.

I brush the tip of my cock against your lips, but don’t let you taste it. I don’t want you to do that yet. I’m teasing you by running my cock head against your cheek and your chin. You flick your tongue at me lots. I laugh.

Your pussy feels wet. That’s good. I rub my finger in your pussy juice and rub your brown ass hole, lubing you up slightly. When I enter you there, I don’t want it too comfortable for you.

I take hold of your legs and pull them upward toward your head. It’s uncomfortable for you I think, with a smile on my face.

I place the restraining rope that’s tied to your wrists and thighs around your head and neck, so that your legs will stay in position with out either of us having to hold them.

Then I move around to your side of the bed, haul your ass a little to the side so it’s on the edge of the bed, slightly hanging out. Getting on my knees, I part your pussy lips with fingers and admire your erect, throbbing clit. I can see your juice glistening in the morning light in contrast to your pink flesh.

I lean in and flick my tongue against your clit, sending little shockwaves of pleasure rippling through out your body.

Rubbing your clit a little harder now, I bend down to lick your juicy cunt. It tastes like nothing I’ve ever eaten before. Sweet as honey with a hint of salt. Yummy!

Knowing that your cunt is tight, I push in my finger as deep as I can get it. When I remove it, it’s covered in a thin film. I lick it gleefully. Repeating the fingering, I tell you to open your mouth so that you can suck my finger too.

‘Hhmm,’ you say after licking my finger clean.

Whilst you were licking my finger, I’ve moved in between your legs and positioned myself at the entrance to your hot, wet love hole.