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could hear his breaths coming quicker, the saliva quietly sloshing around in hi s mouth when his tongue shifted, his teeth clinking together when his jaw clenched. I never would have noticed these subtle sounds before—and it was making the situation that much more visceral.
    His hardness went deeper into my throat as he held my head, fucking into my mouth with his hips. I fought the urge to gag and succeeded, deep throating him, taking him as far into my mouth as I could. He growled loudly, a man that had become a slave to his own pleasure. His motions were almost mechanical as his body began to approach orgasm. By that point, my mouth was familiar with every bump and ridge on his cock, a beautiful map that haunted my mind as I worked. I pulled away from the cock and focused my swirling tongue on the underside of his head, my lips focusing on the rest of the tip.
    "Oh god, yes! Yes, pet!" Roland moaned loudly as he released his seed into my mouth. I was hit with spurt after spurt of salty cum, swallowing it all as it arrived. His taste was so mild, salty, but not overwhelming so. His cock contracted again and again, pressing up against the roof of my mouth wi th every clench of his muscles. He pulled away after his orgasm had concluded, leaning down to kiss my lips. I eagerly accepted the kiss.
    "Just beautiful, pet. You've come so far already." His breaths were loud and deep, almost like the inside of his body was made of hollow steel.
    "Thank you, Sir," I said. I really liked that he was complimenting me. It felt so warm and authentic. I couldn't believe the rollercoaster ride of sensations I'd experienced while not being able to see. Yeah, I didn't want to be blind going forward—but this had actually proven to be a pretty great experience thus far. The abundance wetness between my legs confirmed that fact.
    "Okay, the scene still isn't over." His hands grabbed me around the waist and helped me stand up again. He pressed my body against the cross and secured my ankles, facing me forward this time. I felt a spark of anticipation in my belly, one that was lighting a small fire in my belly. My hands were released from the handcuffs and then planted and re- secured against the cross, one by one. It was now my ass that was exposed, pointing forward into the room like some sort of soft monument. Moisture continued to pool between my thighs, slowly trickling down my legs.
    Roland's fingers parted my pussy lips, gently easing inside for a moment. I shivered with excitement as he touched me, up until the point where he slid the small egg-shaped object inside of me, leaving it there. It was thick, but it didn't hurt. I didn't totally understand it at first, instead trying to just be patient and see where things went.
    "We're going to start very simply here, my pet . Please, try to relax." His voice was lower than it had been before, huskier. There was a clicking sound and then I heard him squeeze a bottle. He gripped my ass, spreading the cheeks apart, and teased my puckered little asshole with his lubed finger. The lube was cold at fi rst, causing me to fight him initially. "Shh," he said. "It's al l right. You've got such a beautiful virgin asshole, my pet. So pure and unused."
    Oh shit. Can I really deal with this?
    His finger eased into me, all the way up to the first knuckle. The lube helped a lot, but still it was so painful at first, my muscles tensing up and holding his finger in place. He moved that finger around gently, stretching me just a little bit. Next, he followed with his second finger—and it was too much .
    "Sir, please!" I whined. I was having trouble acclimating to this new sort of pressure. Honestly, I'd never even been remotely interested in anal play ever in my life.
    "There is no debate," he said matter-of-factly. "You will like this. I have been right every time thus far. I am your Dom , pet, and I am responsibl e for exploring your pleasures— both the ones you know about and the ones you don't.