Holly's eyes under the blindfold flew open in shock. He was biting her and it felt incredible. Not enough to break the skin or cause any real pain, but he was definitely using his teeth on her. Was that normal? Should she like it so much? Probably not, but she couldn't seem to help the way her pussy pulsed in response to his rough treatment.

"Yes, I like that." She said, not recognizing her own voice, it was so husky.

"Hmmm… I could do this all night. Your nipples are as sweet as honey. Has anyone ever told you that?" He said, switching his attention to the other breast.

Holly just shook her head from side to side.

"As much as I'd love to make you come just by sucking on your nipples, my dick is feeling pretty left out. So, you ready to relinquish your hold on my hair? I mean, your hand feels good back there, but I'm gonna be bald if you keep that up."

Holly finally noticed that her hand had been clutching at his nape, so tightly that her fingers were actually cramping from the way she'd wrapped the strands around her knuckles. "Oh. I'm so sorry," she said, yanking her hand out of his hair.

He grabbed her fingers and brought them back up to his lips. "Honey, don't apologize. It makes me feel like a god when you lose track of what you're doing like that. If making you feel that good costs me a few strands of hair then I am so willing to make that sacrifice. I've got lots to spare. Maybe not in twenty year, but right now, yank away."

Holly felt herself smiling. "Well, I'll try not to yank anything else quite that hard again."

He groaned and began sliding her hand down his neck. "Remind me not to kiss your nipples while your sweet little hand is on me, okay? I don't want to end up in the hospital tonight if I can help it."

This time she actually laughed. "I'll keep that in mind. Now, you're turn. Are you sure you trust me down there?" She asked, allowing him to smooth her hand over his collarbone. She couldn't see the path her hand was taking, but she could imagine from the smoothness of his skin that his chest was mostly hairless and very muscular, like he worked hard to keep it big and tight.

"I don't, but my dick is pretty enthused about the idea." He circled one of his flat, round nipples with just the tip of her index finger and groaned when they contracted in response.

Holly felt her own answering groan well up, but she bit her lip to prevent it from escaping. The texture of his warm flesh under her palm was like rough velvet over granite. He gently forced her hand down his rippled stomach, slowly tracing the ridges of his defined abdominal muscles with her fingers until her journey stopped when she touched the waistband of his pants.

She hesitated, unsure how to proceed. She wanted to touch that massive erection he'd been teasing her with for what seemed like hours, but still couldn't quite make herself do it voluntarily. She was fairly certain he would be both amused and aroused at her lack of expertise rather than repulsed by it, but still, she didn't want to break this sensual spell between them, so she waited, and continued to let him take the lead.

With infinite gentleness, he moved her hand past his belt loops and down the front of his body until her palm was pressed against the solid evidence of his arousal. He flexed his hips and spread her fingers so she could feel exactly how big and firm he was under his zipper.

"Do you feel that? How hard I am for you?" He asked hoarsely, rubbing her hand in a circular motion that matched the slight rolling motion of his hips.

"Yes. Yes. I feel it. That can't be comfortable."

He gave out a bark of choked laughter. "Well, you're right about that. And I would give just about anything right now to have you slip you hand inside, wrap it around my cock so nice and tight, and maybe give my balls a little tickle while you're down there, but I'm not going to make you. If you want to touch me then you're going to have to do it on your own. Cause I've pretty much reached my limit with this whole dubious consent thing."

"What do you mean?" She tried to yank her hand away but he held it tightly against his thick arousal.

"You heard me. I want you to touch me because you want to or better yet because you just can't help yourself. Not because I'm forcing you. Now, are we done here or are you going to start participating?" He moved his warm hand away from where he'd been holding her fingers against the juncture of his thighs, and waited for her decision.

Holly was appalled. This was not part of her fantasy. She was supposed to lie here quietly and be forced to do things against her will. Why was he doing this? And why did she want so desperately to touch him exactly as he'd described. She needed to feel that big cock of his in her hand and know that she was the one in charge of his pleasure. More than that, she wanted to experience her own release and strongly suspected that she would never get another chance. Especially not with a man like this who made her hot and amused and irritated even under the most uncomfortable circumstances imaginable.

Instead of answering she smoothed the fingers of her one free hand up his zipper and to the single button holding his pants together. She struggled to open the closure but was unable to quite manage it. She was relieved when he assisted her, and hoped that he would take over again, but once the button was released he just slid both his hands up her ribcage to her breasts where he resumed teasing the nipples with his fingers.

"Oh, Thank God," he whispered, when she began tugging on the zipper. "I'm sorry, Honey. I just need you to touch me so bad. But if you don't want to, you don't have to. This is your fantasy, and I shouldn't be high-jacking it like this. I'll go back to bullying you if that's what you want."

Holly thought about taking him up on his offer, but her curiosity, not to mention her slick pussy, prompted her to proceed with this new and empowering version of her fantasy. "No. It's okay. I want to do this. I'm just not very good at it. And being half-shackled isn't really helping with my awkwardness." She said quietly as she finally unfastened his zipper all the way. Tentatively, she reached into the opening, expecting to touch cotton underwear of some sort. Briefs or boxers. Instead a huge, warm column of flesh met her fingers and she found herself touching his bare penis.

Unable to help herself, she wrapped her hand around the impressive girth of it. Surprised, she nearly pulled away when she realized that her fingers didn't meet when they encircled his rock-hard erection. Incredulous, she slid her fingers up, wanting to see if his length was just as impressive. Her hand eventually reached the silky, plum-sized head and she circled it with her thumb, and then resumed her path back downward to the base.

"Jesus," he hissed. "I thought you said you weren't very good at this."

"I'm not; I just can't believe what my hand is telling me. You're big. Too big."

He groaned. "As much as a guy likes hearing that, I'm pretty sure it just seems that way because of the blindfold. Everything seems bigger."

"I've never heard that before." She said suspiciously.

"I swear, my dick is pretty normal."

"Hmmm… normal for a horse maybe."

He laughed again at her appalled tone. "Well, later, when I'm sliding all of it deep between those pretty thighs of yours, you can tell me if you still think I'm too big then, okay?"

"And then what?"

He tweaked both of her nipples and let go of her breasts. "We'll get creative. Let's worry about that later. Now, why don't you slide that hand down a little further, like this." With one of his own hands, he guided her fingers down to the root of his aching cock. "Now, slowly squeeze it all the way up to the tip. Just like that. Nice and firm. Yeah. That's so good. Keep doing that." He let go of her hand and pushed his pants down his slim hips as far as they would go, exposing his body entirely from his powerful thighs upward.