Room Full of Candles

The room was filled with the heat of what seemed like thousand of candles and a sweet yet spicy aroma of burning incense. He was blindfolded, but from what he could tell other then the beating of his heart and his slow even breaths the man was alone. However he couldn't be completely sure.

The man didn't know what was going on at all, but that didn't stop him from loving every minute of it. One moment he was in his flat the next he was attacked, bound, gagged and taken to God knows where. He had been roughed up by his unknown assailants then stripped of his shirt, shoes and socks.

Only once did he hear something, and it sounded like a female. To him it was a light breathy noise, not quite a gasp or a moan. And so he couldn't be 100% sure. But as soon as he heard that tiny betrayal his attention was abruptly brought back to his mysterious captives. They threw his arms up in the humid air, bound his wrists; tighten just enough to cause him a slight discomfort as the invisible hands guided him to some kind of suspended hook.

That was hours or minutes ago (he couldn't tell) and now the silence was playing tricks on him, making him not sure of what he hearing, keeping him thinking about what was (or wasn't) had happened to him. All sense of time seemed distorted as the man shifted slightly in place. However that didn't stop him from getting excited in fact his erection straining against his pants, it was sweet torture.

He could feel his pre-cum dripping on his underwear, every now and then his throbbing cock would twitch. Sometime after the keepers had hung him in the air he felt a light feather touch. It was followed by a sharp nip at his exposed skin, finding nearly all the sensitive spots that drove him wild. Soft lips began their magic at his neck on that spot right at his collar bone. They followed his pulse up to just below his ear, shivering the man swayed against the restraints.

When she (?) bit that special spot he saw stars despite the fact he was blindfolded. And she didn't stop, she kept biting that one point over and over, sending him to heights of pleasure he hadn't known he was capable of. His cock was virtually weeping now; he was so hard achingly hard. Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse those luscious lips parted and her moist tongue began to whirling, swirling on his neck.

'Oh God!!' He cried out mentally. Those lips, those teeth, and that tongue all over the sensitive area, torturing him making every cell in his body tingle. He was trembling violently, making whimpering sounds despite his mouth piece. His cock was as hard as it ever been, he felt like he was about to burst. It was exquisite pain with every lick, every bite she gave him on his neck.

And then as quickly as it started it stopped, the man whimpered in protest of that lost of indescribable sensation. The mystery woman let out a delicate sound of amusement, but he certainly found nothing funny about this whole situation. The man found himself suddenly frustrated; his pants were becoming uncomfortable against his straining erection that was harder then anything he's ever known. In a burst of sexual frustration he pulled harshly at his restraints trying to do something.

The man was unprepared for the stinging slap across his cheek, startled he stopped all movements at once. His chin was firmly grasped and his head jerked down forcibly.

"No!" came the soft alto command. The man shuddered at the sound of her voice.

'Oh god her voice!' He moaned mentally again, to him it was like warm velvet chocolate being poured all over him. The temptation was great; he very much wanted to try his restraints again just so he could hear that velvety voice once more. He needed to hear her voice again... and just the thought of her whispering dirty suggestions in his ear made him nearly cum right on the spot.

So caught up in his fantasy of her triple x word play, the man was caught off guard when the woman bit the same spot on the opposite side of his neck. He had no idea that spot existed, so he was ill prepared for the onslaught of erotic fervor that hit him. She attacked that spot just as viciously as she did on the other side; it was as if she instinctively knew just perfect combination to drive him to the brink.

His legs became weak, almost as if they had turned to jelly no longer able to support him. But he also never felt so very much alive, his cock was hard, heavy and beyond stiff with need. His balls were so tight and full he knew he could cum with just the slightest touch. Never before had he got so worked up and all that was done to him was kisses on his neck. The man wanted nothing more then to free himself, and bury his weeping cock inside this... this... goddess of pleasure and torture.

With a muffled groan the man brought himself back to the present. The heat of the room seemed to have gone up several degrees. In the air along with the incense that was still burning was the musky scent of his arousal. Sweat trickled down his back, his chest... everywhere really. His arms were sore and stiff from being suspended for god knows how long. He longed to get off in more ways then one. After a few moments he shifted his weight trying to get some kind of relief but nothing worked. He was still cramped, he was still painfully hard, his balls were probably purple and they hurt like no body's business. He had no clue if the woman was still in the room with him, the man thought he heard the sound of a door opening then closing.

As if someone heard his thoughts, there was a husky chuckle and once more the man froze. So he wasn't alone... she was there still and all this time she had been watching him. Enjoying his discomfort, he wanted to be angry or furious even but instead he got even more aroused. (If that was at all possible) There was another noise then nothing, the man strained to hear something anything. But there was nothing, nothing at all.

The man nerves were virtually non-existent, every little sound made him twitch. To know that she was in the same room made his cock jump slightly, and not knowing her exact whereabouts sent chills down his spine. He blood was boiling he felt like a pressure cooker set on too high; his heart was thumping wildly in his chest. The fact that she was just watching, just watching him not doing anything but staring at him... he could barely handle it.

He never knew that his nipples could be so sensitive. Not until her... this goddess got a hold of them. A low gut wrenching groan escaped from him when he felt her moist warm tongue come in contact with his taut nubs. The moan was followed by a gasp as her teeth bit down on his right nipple, while simultaneously tweaking his pert left one.

"Ah... you like this huh?" she mused quietly in her rich low seductive voice. He trembled and nodded in agreement he hoped she would say something more but again the woman fell mute.

Needless to say his cock was crying a river, the heat and dampness penetrating through to his pants. He balls had tightened to the point of agony, and then he felt her lick his nipple again. His hips thrust forward on their own accord, his cock bobbled as if begging for the same attention his upper body was receiving. If it wasn't for the mouth piece gagging him, he would have begged her for release. He wanted that mouth of her on his cock; he wanted her sucking and licking his pre-cum.

The man yearned to have that talented mouth make his cock disappear down her throat. He could picture it, that velvety tongue of hers caressing his head traveling down the length of his erection... he stifled a moan and his cock pushed against his pants again. It was torture, it was agony...

It was pure bliss...

And then she bit him... hard. What ever blood that was left in his head, rushed down to the other one he cried out loudly and wantonly. The man didn't care he was bombarded by both pleasure and pain of it all.

As the woman began to swirl her tongue clockwise/counter clockwise over and over his extra sensitive nubs, the man thought he would die from the seer agony of it all... only to be reborn in ecstasy in spite of it. As she transitioned from one nipple to the other his knees gave out completely. He sobbed loudly, crying out his frustrations and passion.

'Oh god!'

'Oh god!'

'Oh god! Please don't let her stop! PLEASE!!'

That was the only thought in his frantic lust hazed mind. He knew he wasn't going to survive this ordeal for much longer.

He couldn't stop the tremors even if he wanted to (which he didn't). The woman was taking her time; she was being slow and deliberate in her exploration of his body.

He made a high pitch gasp when her nails clawed down his chest. The sensation... he felt it from the roots of his hair to the bare sole of his feet. He didn't know who or how this woman manages to get a response from him. He was harder then he'd ever been in his life, the man knew that the moment his cock was encased in something warm and wet it would all be over. He calculated two maybe three thrust max.

Her hands raked his back leaving stinging tracks in their wake, the man wince as his sweat ran over the welts. In some places her scratches drew blood and the salt of his sweat burned some. However he was long past caring he could feel her making her way down towards his bulging cock.

She was lapping up the beads of sweat running down his belly; she bit a tender spot by his navel and pelvis. He groaned, his cock hopped and proceeded to weep more pre-cum. Running her tongue back and forth the woman mimic her actions that she did before. The only difference was that she was closer to him all she had to do was go down a few more inches...

"Heh... somebody is excite now aren't they? Do you want me to..." she trailed off and lightly palmed that man's cock. He flinched at the contact, her touched seem to sear straight through to his engorged organ. His cock in turn pulsated against her gentle grip.

"You want me?" she inquired in a conversational tone. He groaned bobbing his head all the while thinking,

'Yes... yes... oh god YES!'

The woman chuckled and increased the pressure of her hand ever so slightly on the man's enlarged shaft. He thought he was going to die right then.

"I said... do you want me?"

'Yes!! I want you! I will worship you please! I'll do anything you say!! Just don't stop touching me!'

That's what he said but it came out as incoherent groans, moans, and cries. Frustrated the man sobbed a little and pulled at his restraints he wanted to be free of this, he had to show her that he indeed wanted what she had to offer.

Her laughter was like warm massage oil being poured slowly on his body, and his body jerked in reaction to it. Her voice caressed him in a similar fashion as her hand that was cupping his cock did. It felt so good he never wanted it to stop and he thrusted cock forward hoping she take the hint.

"My, my aren't you eager? Hmm you've been such a good boy... maybe I should..."

Another pause, the man lean forward still trying to hear what was going on. He knew she was still there he could feel her hand, but that was it nothing more. Clenching his fist the man growled defeat, then he slumped his shoulders once more and sighed softly.

Was he ever going to get release?

It was so faint that he nearly missed it, even in this silent room. It was a snap followed by a distinct metallic glide of a zipper. Then dainty hands rested on his hips and began to gradually pull down his ruined trousers and underwear. He cock burst free when the restricting garments fell away.

In spite of the stuffiness of the room, it a tad bit cooler to his freed member. The man's cock bobbled and throbbed as if seeking the mysterious woman who was responsible for his agonizing state. Mean while that goddess pulled his pant legs down, first one leg then the other.

The sound of material being thrown was like music to his ears; finally he was free, standing proudly naked before his goddess. And he could sense her approval of what she saw. She stroked his hips lingering at the small of his back; he moaned when she moved behind him and cupped his cheeks.

She smacked his ass and the crack sound seemed to echo in the room, unconsciously he flexed his ass cheeks. She smacked his cheeks again in the exact same place as before and he clenched his fists.

"You like it..." She told him however this time there was odd note in her honey silk voice.

*SMACK*

"Say you like it!"

The man bobbed his head up and down, but apparently that wasn't enough for her because she smacked his ass cheek with violent force. He groans and his cock leaked down his shaft.

*SMACK*

"SAY you like it!!" she demanded anger seeping into her tone. The man flexed his ass cheek and bowed his head in submission.

'I like it!! By the powers that be I LOVE IT!!' he replied but the mouth piece muffled his answer. He wanted to whimper or cry but he did neither he just continued to answer her demands.

But his body was growing taunt, that familiar tingle in his balls was signaling that he was coming close to his end. His hips moved on their own thrusting in the air as if it was a warm wet mouth or pussy. As her smacks grew harsher, his thrusts and answers grew increasing frantic. The woman kept repeating the same question over and over, he kept trying to answer to give her was she desired. He was screaming behind the gag several long minutes into this demented dance. He was shaking, screaming, shuddering, and crying everything imaginable. But still she kept on; punishing him for not doing she wanted.

'but I am... I AM!!' he cried silently it was no use however; she refused to listen to his muffled pleas. His cheeks were on fire, and so was his inner thighs, but it felt so damn good! The tingling feeling grew stronger with ever smack delivered he was so close! Very, very close!

So when she stopped the man shrieked his objection behind the mouth piece. He couldn't believe she would be so cruel, he wanted this! He WANTED to be punished, the fact that she would stop nearly crushed him. Sagging again the man whimpered and pulled at his restraints. He didn't know how much of this on/off torture tease he could stand.

A low mechanical hum brought the man's head up abruptly, turning his head this way and that he strained to hear the source of this new sound. It seemed to be coming from across the room from what he could decipher. The man soon got his answer to what exactly was that noise when the suspended hook began to move.

It raised him up until he was forced to stand on his tiptoes then it stopped. This was a new feeling, being stretched to just before his limitation kicked in. Gravity was doing its job on making the weight of his erection more leaden. It pushed down on him making his ball sacs feel like dumbbells attached to his cock.

The man was forced to spread his legs in order to get any kind of alleviation and in doing so he played unknowingly right in to the mystery woman's plans. Without any warning ankle restrains was snapped into place, keeping him right where she wanted him.

The woman groped his ass cheeks firmly and whispered 'Nice very nice...' to no one in particular. His abused rear end was further mistreated as she smacked him as hard as she could. And he yelled out his ecstasy, his sweat and musk flying in the air.

For some unknown reason his response made his goddess giggle, such a display of feminine was the final straw. His cock twitched and he felt the white hot stabbing of an orgasm about to erupt.

Just as he was about to spill is seed everywhere, a vice like grip seized his throbbing cock cutting the orgasm off prematurely. The man bellowed with all his might and rebelled against the invasive touch. He jerked, bucked his hips and tried to implore the woman to finish what she started... it didn't work.

"I don't recall giving you permission to cum yet." The woman declared thinly, as the man muttered against his mouth piece she grip on his suffering cock tightened. His yelp of despair and discomfort seem to amuse her greatly, because she let out another feminine giggle.

Chest heaving, the man panted some what tiredly. His nerves and body were raw; he was one big mass of hypersensitive flesh. If he could only find release... if she would only give him that, he would die a happy man.

xxXxx

He was ill prepared for the return of that moist perfect tongue of hers, and his body went into shock as he realized just what she was doing. With a steel grip still on his cock, the woman had maneuvered herself and was now playfully licking his engorged sac.

The sound of his frenzied moans and groans of feverous pleasure bounced off the walls. His body broke out into spasms bordering close to seizures, his hips franticly lunged forward in her grip. His pre-cum leaked into her palm, his thighs flexed and clenched as his body went ridged.

She worked the foreskin of his sacs with her lips and tongue. He could barely feel her teeth at all; it was a mind blowing experience. Never before had any female that the man had been with paid him this type of attention. Through the feverish hazed lust he again wondered who she was.

However the woman stole all his concentration the moment she manipulated both sacs into her mouth and suckled. With her free hand on his hip, she expertly sucked and licked his balls. Then ever so gently scraped her teeth on the sensitive flesh, the man lifted up and nearly blacked out. It was too much entirely too much to bare.

Whimpering the man head fell back, his was wet and hot. His hair was plastered to his skull, he felt sticky. The room had gotten unbearably hot, it was almost suffocating. The smell of sex was overpowering to him, it was not just his arousal he smelled but the woman's as well. She wanted him, yet she was just content in teasing him, driving him mad.

A sob escaped him when the woman halted her stimulations, but his heart all but stopped the moment he felt her lips touch his head. It was tentative at first, from what he could tell she was licking his pre-cum covered cock clean. She then ran her tongue over him, whirling it around the bulbous tip. The woman moved her hand down his cock, and her mouth followed until she took him all the way in to the hilt.

The man was past making any kind of sound at his point; all he could do was quiver with unspeakable rapture. She sucked him like he was her very own crème-cicle; alternating between sucking and licking the again scraped her teeth gently along his harden cock.

He was sobbing dry tears, because his goddess was doing just enough to bring him to the brink, but not enough to let him fall over. He pre-cum was dripping in her luscious mouth, her saliva mixed in with it. Her tongue coated his cock with their mixture and he felt her hands cup his cheeks digging her nails into the taunt muscles.

When she moaned, he found his voice. He knew she was as hot as he was, and he realized she was having trouble portraying the calm air now. As he thrusted in her mouth she kept up with him. Her nails digging and kneading his buttocks painfully, she was moaning loudly now and he could feel her limbs tremble just a tiny bit.

So he when faster and faster trying to get regain the release that had been denied him for so long. And his goddess kept up the pace going faster and faster with him, his balls were slapping her chin. The sound of flesh against flesh was so erotic to his senses he never wanted this to end.

They kept the furious tempo until he was on the edges of an orgasm, yet before he could come any closer her mouth slipped away.

'No... no... No... NO!!' He cried with dry hiccups and gasps, she couldn't stop not now! She stroked his aching weeping cock in pace with his thrusts but it wasn't the same he wanted her delicious mouth on him not her hand. As if hearing his unspoken please she responded to him.