Sasha POV

Title: A Thousand Tongues: Sasha’s POV

Sasha’s heart pounded in her chest as she stepped into the dimly lit room, the door clicking shut behind her with a soft thud. The air was thick with anticipation, and the scent of leather and musk filled her nostrils. Mark Rockwell, the man she had admired from afar for so long, sat-bound and blindfolded on a plush velvet chair, his muscles tense with anticipation.

Sasha sauntered over to him, her hips swaying with each step, the fabric of her sheer black robe whispering against her bare skin. She reveled in the power she held over him in this moment, a power typically reserved for men. With a coy smile, she knelt before him, her fingers tracing the hard planes of his chest.

“Hello, Mark,” she purred, her breath hot against his ear. “I’ve been looking forward to this.”

Mark’s breath hitched at the sound of her voice, and he strained against his bonds, desperate to touch her. But Sasha was the one in control here, and she intended to make the most of it.

With a slow, deliberate movement, she untied the sash of her robe, letting the silky fabric slip from her shoulders and fall to the floor. She stood before him, naked and unashamed, her curves illuminated by the soft glow of the candles that flickered in the room.

Mark licked his lips, his mouth going dry at the sight of her. He could feel his cock straining against the confines of his jeans, ached to touch her, to taste her. But he remained still, allowing Sasha to dictate the pace of their interactions.

Sasha knelt back down, her hands roaming over Mark’s chest and abs, teasing him with her touch. She could feel the heat radiating from his skin, the way his muscles tensed beneath her fingers. It made her wet, made her ache to feel him inside her.

But she had plans for him first.

With a wicked grin, she unzipped his jeans, freeing his throbbing cock from its confines. It sprung out, hard and ready, and Sasha couldn’t resist taking it into her hand, stroking it gently as she studied it.

Mark let out a low moan, his hips bucking forward instinctively as Sasha’s hand wrapped around his shaft. She could feel him pulsing in her grip, could sense how much he wanted her.

“Shhh,” she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. “We’re going to take this nice and slow, lover. I want to savor every moment.”

With that, she leaned in and ran her tongue along the underside of his cock, from base to tip. Mark shivered at the sensation, his fingers clenching and unclenching as he tried to resist the urge to reach for her.

Sasha took her time, exploring every inch of his shaft with her tongue, relishing in the way he tasted, the way he felt against her lips. She circled the head with her tongue, teasing the sensitive spots she knew would drive him wild with desire.

When she finally took him into her mouth, it was with a slow, deliberate suction that made Mark’s head spin. He could feel her tongue undulating along the length of his cock, could hear the soft, wet sounds of her mouth working his shaft.

Sasha bobbed her head slowly, taking him deeper with each pass, her hand working what she couldn’t fit into her mouth. She could feel him throbbing against her tongue, knew he was getting close.

But she wasn’t ready to let him come yet. Not yet.

With a soft pop, she released his cock from her mouth, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening shaft. She grinned up at him, her eyes dark with lust.

“Not yet, love,” she purred, her voice low and sultry. “We’re going to do this my way.”

She stood up, swaying her hips as she walked over to a nearby table. She picked up a feather, running it along her skin, teasing herself as much as she was teasing him.

When she turned back to Mark, the feather was in her hand, and a wicked glint in her eye. She stalked back towards him, running the feather along his chest, his abs, his thighs, everywhere but where he wanted it most.

Mark was panting now, his chest heaving with each labored breath. He could feel the frustration building inside him, the need to come, to explode, to bury himself deep inside Sasha’s willing body.

But she wasn’t going to let him. Not yet.

The feather continued its tortuous path, trailing up and down his body, never quite touching where he needed it to. Mark clenched his fists, his jaw, his muscles, trying to hold back the stream of curses that threatened to spill from his lips.

Sasha watched him with a smile, enjoying the knowledge that she held the power here. She could feel her own arousal growing, her pussy wet and ready for him, but she was determined to draw this out, to savor every moment.

Finally, when she thought Mark might just explode from sheer frustration, she relented. She took him back into her mouth, working him with a frenzy, her hand pumping his shaft in time with her bobbing head.

Mark let out a guttural moan, his hips bucking forward as he finally, finally found release. His cock pulsed in her mouth, spilling its load down her throat, and Sasha swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of him on her tongue.

When he was finally spent, Sasha released his cock, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She stood up, swaying towards the door, leaving Mark bound, blindfolded, and completely satisfied.

“Until next time, lover,” she purred, her voice husky and low. “Sweet dreams.”

And with that, she was gone, leaving Mark alone with his thoughts and the memory of her touch, her mouth, her taste. He knew he would be dreaming of her, of this moment, for weeks to come.