Bondage Fantasy, Part 4

I can't see, but I can hear, I hear laughter and footsteps. I hear liquid on ice.

I can't see, but I can smell, I smell man and something.... else?

"drink!"

a straw is pressed to my lips, thank you, I'm so thirsty. I take a big drink, swallowing on reflex but it isn't water. Vodka? Maybe, I'm not good at name that alcohol. After the first swallow I stop.

"DRINK!"

I suck more down until the glass is empty. I hear the unmistakable sound of a lighter.

"Smoke?"

I nod my head as a lit cigarette is held to my mouth. I inhale deeply.

"You're mine to do with what I want, do you understand?"
"yes" the sound whispers out of my mouth

"DO NOT SPEAK! YOU ARE MINE AND YOU WILL DO WHAT YOU'RE TOLD! Do you understand?"

I nod my head yes.

"That's good, understand this" he comes close to my ear, whispering in a silky voice "No one can hear you, you can scream for help for days... and no one will come and save you. You Are Mine"

My body starts to shake, tears leak out of my eyes unbidden. He moves away and with no warning there is a mouth on each nipple, one hot, one with ice, I gasp as the sensations run through my body. Another mouth lands on my clit, fingers slide in my wet and waiting pussy. They slide in and out slowly, but picking up speed. I'm on fire. My body clenches and writhes. They move faster, slamming in and out of my pussy. I can't breath, fireworks on my eyelids as I thrash against my restraints. So much heat, so much pressure....

my back arches as I let go, the cum squirts out of me, drenching the bed, the face between my thighs. My breathing is ragged, like I've run a marathon. The aftershocks are huge, I fall back on the bed, shaking and completely under. It's all I can do to breath. Just Breath.