Kinktober | Damon x f!Traveler - Sensory Deprivation (Patreon)

His fingers burn against the bare, sensitive skin of my stomach. My every breath comes out ragged, the anticipation building up in me with every feathery touch of his.

“Damon, please,” I breath out, trying to tug my hands free from the restraints on the bedposts once more, desperate to close the distance between us, to pull him closer and end this blissful torture he’s putting me through.

“Getting restless, are we?” I can’t see him through the blindfold he has me wearing, but the smirk is clear in his voice as he replies, his fingers leaving a burning trail on my skin as he drags them between my breasts.

He’s been teasing me for a while now. And I, tied up and blindfolded, can do nothing to speed things up.

My chest heaves when Damon’s fingers ghost over my taut nipples. It’s barely a graze of his touch, but with my skin being so sensible from his ministrations up until now, from the cold air in his room, I shiver, instinctively rubbing my thighs together for some friction.

Damon moves his hand up to my neck, and I gasp. This is driving me insane.

I wish I could touch him. I wish I could see him, run my hands through the smooth, dark strands of his hair, lose myself in his deep, sapphire eyes -- eyes I know are watching my every reaction.

But more than anything, I wish he would touch me.

I swallow thickly when Damon runs a thumb over my lips, pulling my bottom lip down. “Open up.”

I comply. 

He slides two fingers in my mouth, and I make quick work of sucking on them, eager for what’s to follow. A sharp breath escapes him as I do, the sound alone more than enough to build up even more heat in my core.

Being unable to touch, to see him, it heightens my other senses so much it’s dizzying. The light scent of mint I’ve seldom smelled from Damon seems stronger, enough to make my mouth water, something I eagerly put to use on his fingers in my mouth.

As he pulls his fingers back out, Damon curses softly under his breath, and I smirk.

Before I can even come up with a smart reply, my breath is knocked out of me when he dives his hand between my legs, fingers dripping wet with my saliva rubbing circles against me.

His motions slowly grow faster, making me squirm under his touch, gasped breaths escaping me as my body grows hotter, the desire for more scorching through my veins.

I curse when he slides his fingers inside of me, my core tightening and clenching around them. My fingers dig into the bedsheets, head thrown back as I try to ground myself against the pleasure from his touch. It’s too much.

Too much, but not enough.

He curls his fingers and I squirm against him, closing my legs in reflex to try and calm the heat continuously building up in me -- but Damon won’t let me have that.

Without stopping his relentless motions, he slides between my legs, and uses his other hand to hold one of them up, letting my ankle rest over his shoulder, his palm hot against my thigh.

It’s ridiculous how good Damon is with his hands. He slides his fingers in and out of me in a rhythm that has me gasping for air. The wet sounds of my arousal seem to echo in the room, a symphony that, mixed with my growing moans, has me torn between feeling embarrassed and wanting to get on my knees and beg for more.

I wonder if he’s naked as well, if he’s hard and throbbing with desire as much as I am, with the restrained need to fully take me in his arms and love me all through the night.

I clench on his fingers, every crooking of them against the spot that makes me cry out pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

Heat builds up in my core, the wet sounds of him fingering me almost muffled by the moans I let out. My climax isn’t far off, and Damon seems to realize it, for he wordlessly increases his rhythm.

The pleasure is overwhelming and I can’t think, I can’t focus on anything other than his hand pressing down on me, his fingers fucking me so well, his teeth nibbling on the soft, sensitive skin of my leg he still holds up.

My body tightens, too hot and too tense for me to try and hold back my climax any longer.

With a particularly intense thrust of Damon’s hand, I break. I fall apart in ecstasy, crying out his name as my body and mind are drowned in the sheer bliss his touch never fails to bring down on me. His fingers still drag inside me, drawing out my pleasure as much as he possibly can.

Slowly -- oh so slowly -- he comes to a stop, my breath calming down at last as he slides his fingers out, a touch I find myself missing immediately.

The darkness is mildly disorienting as I try to grasp my bearings, but before I can voice my complaints over the lack of proximity from him, gentle hands hold my head up, swiftly removing the cover from my eyes.

I blink a few times, readjusting my eyesight to the dimmed lights in the room, and I find myself face to face with a smirking Damon, his eyes dark with what can only be defined as lust. My body still burns with the aftermath of what he’d put me through, my limbs tired and heavy from being restrained, yet it comes as no surprise to me just how ready I am for more.

“Are you tired already?” He asks, a mischievous glint on his eyes.

I nod, but smile as I reply. “Only of not being able to touch you. Won’t you take the handcuffs away?”

“Oh no, Princess,” his breath is hot against my lips, a crooked, dark smirk on his face as he looks down on me with eyes bright with desire, a look that has my insides tingling with anticipation when I feel his hands on my hips. “We’re only getting started.”