Basement Time

by SmilingSatyr

story tags: erotica, blindfold, romance, romantic

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When the mask is there, it's playtime.

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The mask was waiting for her when she got home. It was the only thing
dangling from the coat hook, and the message was clear. Persephone
stared at it, shivering in place. It couldn't have been there long. The
rules were clear. If the mask was there for longer than fifteen minutes
without her being in her proper place, there would be hell to pay.

Persephone pulled her work jacket off and threw it to the side. There'd
be time to pick it up later. She kicked off her shoes and unbuttoned
her shirt as quickly as possible. The rules were simple. Persephone was
to take off everything and put the mask on. There was no or else. She
was a good girl. There didn't need to be an or else.

She grabbed the mask and hurried through her house. Like usual, there
was that sharp, sudden fear that there would be other people waiting
for her, watching her scamper through her home in her birthday suit.
Even with the house completely empty, her skin crawled at the feeling
of a thousand imaginary eyes traveling up and down every inch of her
skin.

It only got worse when she opened the door in the hall and carefully
made her way down to the basement. Each step moaned out her arrival.
The basement door was already open, and the dim bulb hanging from the
ceiling cast a low light over most of the room. It wouldn't matter to
her. Persephone stood underneath the light and put on her mask.
Darkness was now her only companion.

The mask had no slits for eyes. The basement was cold. She stood up as
straight as she could, feeling the familiar sense of fear come over
her. She hadn't been given a chance to shower, to groom, to do anything
to prepare herself. She could feel that little extra paunch she'd been
trying to get rid of. She didn't feel pretty or desirable, but it
didn't matter. Persephone would wait, like she always did. She was a
good girl.

The creak of the basement door as it closed with a slam sent a violent
shudder up her spine. She suppressed it, standing still, hands at her
sides, chest jutted out. Slow, thunderous footsteps echoed behind her.
He was there. Who knew how long he'd been waiting.

"You cut it close," Sir said behind her, getting closer. Enormous, warm
hands cupped her shoulders from above. It never failed to shock her,
how massive he was compared to her. If Sir wanted to, he could do
anything he wanted to her. He was always patient. He always took his
time. "You only had two minutes left on the timer. What kept you?"

"Traffic," she heard herself saying from miles away, on autopilot. "I
was let out late, and I hit traffic. I'm sorry, Sir."

At first he said nothing. His hands squeezed until Persephone could
feel the raw power in them, at his command. They slid down her arms,
down to her sides, tracing her skin lazily. Her skin burned where he
touched her, immediately cooled again by the frigid basement. He
brought them back up again, right hand going up to her neck and cupping
it.

She held very still as Sir's hand took half of her neck in his grip and
gave it a gentle squeeze. A sigh escaped her lips before she could hold
it in. She felt more than heard his quiet, rumbling laughter. "What am
I going to do with you, pet?"

"Anything you want, Sir," Persephone replied without thinking.

Sir paused. His hand tightened on her neck until she was sure he was
going to choke her, then all it once it was gone, replaced by his
laughter. "Good girl," He rumbled.

All at once he was pressed up against her, as naked as she was. She
only came up to his chest, and she could feel the coarse hair of his
body against her neck and back. She could feel the outline of his cock,
still mostly soft but hardening against her. His hands enveloped her
breasts and squeezed. Persephone whimpered.

Sir lifted them up and toyed with them. It was always his favorite way
to start, whenever he was feeling especially playful. Persephone always
thought they were too big for her little body and hated the way they
hung on her. Sir loved them. His fingers cupped, squeezed, and rolled
the sensitive flesh over in his hands. Persephone leaned into them,
breathing growing heavy. She shifted in place, determined to stay
strong, to resist. Sir loved it when she held out.

Then his thumbs found her nipples and drew lazy circles around them.
Each touch was like a jolt to her long, hard, pink nipples and she
jerked against him, letting out a sharp cry. Heat flooded her face, her
stomach, and between her legs. Sir didn't let up. His fingers met and
pinched the sensitive nubs with increasing pressure. Persephone bucked
against him, letting out a long, high whine.

"Oh? Does my little pet like this?" he teased.

The bastard. He knew full well what she liked. Sometimes Persephone
thought he knew what she liked better than she did. She gave a quick,
sharp nod. She didn't trust herself to speak. Not with his hands
playing over her breasts relentlessly, driving her crazier and crazier
with just his touch.

"Good." The word echoed in the basement. He stopped, holding her
breasts but no longer teasing her. Sir shifted behind her, lowering
himself down until his lips were against the back of her neck. Kissing
once, twice, along her shoulders. Lazy. There was no rush to it, no
urgency from him. He was taking his time, keeping her captive to his
slow hunger. She loved it. She hated it.

Then his lips went up her neck, to the side. She froze. He kept going.
Persephone moved away from him, but he pulled her back against him. She
knew where he was aiming right as his mouth found her earlobe. He took
it in his mouth, kissing and sucking it right as he pinched her nipples
once more.

"FUCK," She hissed, fighting to get away from him again. Sir didn't let
her leave. He held her in place, mouth working at her overly sensitive
ear while his powerful hands all but mauled her breasts as she
struggled against him.

"You fucking bastard," she managed to moan out. Her entire body was hot
now. He knew her weaknesses, and he didn't play fair. He never played
fair. She hated the way he could play her like this and turn her into a
wanton slut. She loved the way he could please her without even trying.

Persephone broke. She writhed against Sir. Her hands went up to go
around his shoulders, holding herself up while he played with her body.
She rubbed her thighs together, stoking that fire he built inside of
her, desperate for a bit of relief. He adjusted seamlessly, grinding
his own naked body against her, promising her what was to come while he
toyed with her and drove her past the point of careful control.

The darkness the mask provided condensed her world down to his hands on
her tits, and his mouth on her ears, her neck, her lips; whatever he
could get as she struggled to stay upright. She couldn't stop the
constant stream of whimpers and high pitched moans coming from her if
she tried, and Persephone was far from caring.

Sir gave her tits one last loving squeeze before he dropped her.
Persephone crumpled to the ground. The concrete was freezing against
her knees, and wet. Her face lit up as she reached down to feel her
pussy. She was dripping, and kneeling in her own juices. Sir's hands
pulled hers away.

"Did I say you could touch yourself?" he barked out. His voice echoed
in the basement, silencing and stilling her. His hand stroked her hair
softly, as if to balance out his voice. "You're not behaving very well
today, pet. Has it been a long day for you? Has it been too long since
we've had a session down here?"

Persephone hesitated, then nodded. She didn't need to clarify. He just
needed to know that she wanted it, wanted him, and that she was willing
to play by his rules. Sir was kinder and gentler than he should've been
to her. She leaned into his touch, and he cupped her cheek.

"I should just leave you down here, on your knees, until you cool off."
Persephone whimpered. Sir chuckled. The next thing she knew, she could
feel him shift and press the length of his thick, hard cock against her
cheek. The heat was searing. "Or I could let you make up for your
behavior..."

Persephone didn't need to be told twice. She nuzzled his cock sweetly,
running the length of it across her cheek, back and forth. She pulled
back and planted a sweet, innocent, lingering kiss on the bulbous head.
She didn't remove her lips, but instead kept pressing little kisses. He
thought he could tease her until she fell. She could do all that and
more to him. She reached up to wrap her fingers around his cock, but
his hand slapped hers away.

"No," he sighed, stroking her hair once more. "No hands allowed. Not
tonight. You don't get it that easy. Try again, pet." His deep voice
was both scolding and impish. Persephone scowled. That just made him
laugh harder.

She ignored the tip of his cock and went straight for his balls. She
nuzzled against them once before opening her mouth and taking one
inside, sucking on it and tugging it. He stopped laughing. Her tongue
lapped at the sensitive orb and she moaned around it. Persephone heard
Sir curse above her, shifting in place.

As much as she loved and worshiped his cock, his balls hung low and
were amazingly sensitive. She loved the way he smelled, and the way he
tasted. Most of all, she loved the way his hands buried themselves in
her hair and held on as she bathed first one testicle and the other
with her tongue. Even with his commands, she could play dirty.

Persephone finally let his sensitive balls plop out of her mouth. She
stuck out her tongue and licked up the underside of his cock slowly.
She tasted each inch of his flesh, swirling her tongue around the thick
vein that she loved to tease him about. Up to the tip, where she
slurped up a dollop of his pre-cum.

She licked at it slowly and sweetly, like a cat getting a small drink
of water, but going no further. She didn't need to be able to see to
imagine the look of frustration and lust on his face. And a second
later when he pulled his cock back and let it slap against her face,
she couldn't help but let out a giggle.

"Pet," he warned, though his voice was strained.

That was all Persephone needed to hear. She opened her mouth and
swallowed his cock inside it. Her lips formed an O that she pressed
against his thick erection, moving her head forward until she could
feel him at her throat. She pressed just a little harder until she
could feel the tip start to turn down, and she swallowed. Hard,
quickly, enough to drive him crazy without delivering what he wanted.
Sir let out a strangled grunt. She had him.

Persephone bobbed her head back and forth. The slurps of her tongue
lashing against his hard cock were obscene sounding, even to her. It
made her suck harder, moaning around the thick piece of meat in her
mouth. Sir struggled against her, surprised at her onslaught. She
longed to grab a hold of his legs and keep him there, at her
mercy...But she was a good girl.

"Fuck fuck fuck," Sir snarled above her. He grabbed her hair with both
hands. She waited for him to pull her forward, driving his cock down
her throat; she was eager for it. Instead he just pulled. Her scalp
burned in the best way. Then she was yanked off of him. Some of her
drool splashed on her chin. Persephone looked up at Sir blindly, giving
him a sweet smile that would just set him off even more.

She wasn't disappointed. Sir didn't pull her to her feet so much as
grab her by the shoulders and drag her with him. Persephone squeaked,
reflexively fighting to get back to her feet. Sir picked her up and
dumped her on the workbench on the back. The impact knocked the air out
of her and she fought for balance.

Sir pushed her forward until her legs were dangling off the edge, ass
in the air waiting for him. At least he'd been considerate enough to
put a blanket on the bench beforehand. Persephone looked over her
shoulders, stifling a curse as she still couldn't see if she tried. She
didn't need to see to know what was next.

Sir put one hand on each of her legs slowly. He squeezed, spreading her
apart and pulling her closer to him. Once he was satisfied she wasn't
going to fall off, Persephone felt him press up against her. His entire
body covered her as he moved into position. Like usual, he pushed
himself up against her and stopped, waiting.

Persephone didn't say anything. Instead, she just wiggled her ass
against his cock. Slow at first, then more insistent. Her round, fleshy
ass slapped against it as she pushed back until she could feel his
cock, still covered in her spit, against her achy, needy cunt. She had
been ready for this since the moment she saw the mask hanging.

His hand caressed her ass tenderly. It was the last bit of tenderness
he was going to give. Persephone shuddered with anticipation.

Sir thrust forward with all the subtlety of a bull in a china shop. He
held on to her spread legs to steady her and slammed his hips forward
the moment he was clear.

Persephone cried out as she felt his cock split her open. She was wet
enough to allow his thick member to push through any resistance her
tiny body might've had. Her pussy clung to him like a second skin as he
bottomed out in her with another couple of inches left to go. It hurt
as much as the first time they had made love, but now she craved the
pain.

Pulling out took an eternity. An eternity of feeling every inch of his
cock vacating her, while her pussy all but cried in protest as he left
her empty. Then he slammed home again. Persephone cried out, pushing
against him. She wanted more than he was giving her. He owned her then,
more than any other time. She pushed back against Sir, but he pulled
out again slowly.

"P-please," she whispered. Sir stopped halfway inside of her and stood
very still. She tried to wriggle backwards to force more of his
throbbing cock inside of her. Sir held her in place. She grew more
desperate by the second. "Please!" she begged.

"Please what?" Sir purred above her. His hand squeezed her ass hard
enough to leave a bruise. Persephone's back arched.

"Fuck me!" She cried out. "Stop playing with me and just fucking fuck
me! I'm tired of - "

Sir gave Persephone exactly what she wanted. He slammed into her hard
enough to knock the air out of her. His cock hammered inside of her
tight, wet, hungry pussy. The table wobbled and slammed into the wall
with each thunderous thrust.

Persephone's mouth opened in a silent scream as her lover finally took
her for real. Her body tightened, bucking against his involuntarily as
her senses left her and all that remained was a bitch in heat. From
miles away she was dimly aware of his hands burying themselves in her
hair. A second later he jerked back and she gasped.

She closed her eyes and let go. Her entire world was reduced to her
body. Her scalp and cunt burned so sweetly. Sir hit a button deep
inside her, and that beast grew and grew. Her legs twitched uselessly,
spread far apart for the easiest access possible.

He fucked her for minutes, hours, days. It all blended together as she
rode the high, squeaking each time his hips slammed against hers,
sending his balls slapping wetly against her clit. She could've stayed
like that forever, ever climbing to heaven. He couldn't.

His thrusts grew shorter and more frantic. His hand on her hair pulled
harder, tilting her head to the side. She felt his hot breath against
her neck, and then his lips on her neck once more. He slammed his cock
into her once more, bottoming out and still struggling to go deeper. He
growled and bit down, and that's all it took.

Blackness deeper than the blindfold on her face took Persephone.
Perfect, silent, sweet darkness. A second later, it all crashed into
her as her body clenched tightly around Sir's buried cock, milking him
for every drop of his hot cum. Warmth exploded in her cheeks, her
stomach, and between her legs. Her body was alive and out of her
control.

Sir panted against her, kissing and groaning and murmuring wordlessly
into her ear. Her body weakly cried for more, before that need died
down, replaced with a lazy contentedness. She wriggled against Sir. He
groaned and pulled her against him, arms wrapping around her middle as
they rested on that table.

Eventually he tugged the blindfold off of her and tossed it to the
ground. "I love you," he whispered. The words struck her like a bolt of
lightning. He stood up, pulling her with him. He threw the blanket on
the ground and took her with him, snuggling against her right there.

"I love you too," Persephone echoed with a sigh. "Where are the kids?"
Now that they'd had their fun and the blindfold was off, she was
herself again, and his beast was sated. She could do whatever she
wanted. All she wanted to do was stay right there with him, feeling the
delicious aching of her sated body.

"At my mom's. Gone. For three whole days." Her husband's lips pressed
against the back of her neck. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" His
hand went up to cup her left breast, squeezing teasingly.

"Order pizza, get drunk, and watch cartoons?"

He sighed.

"I fucking love you so much."

Story Tags: erotica; blindfold; romance; romantic

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