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then her left, feeling ungainly and off-balance as she settled on her heels, the thin spikes digging lines into her ass. He moved behind her and she heard another click, and then another. Suspicious, she tried to move her arms up and felt them tug on the ankle straps of her shoes.
    The locks are real , she thought.  
    You can say hippopotamus any time , she reminded herself. The thought held no allure.
    He moved to her front again and stayed there for a moment. Valerie could imagine the predatory look on his face, hungrily looking at her in a corset and thong, trussed for him to use however he wanted. Below the blindfold, she licked her lips again, waiting for whatever was next.
    Right in front of her face, she heard his zipper slide down, and then a soft rustling sound.
    “Move your head forward a few inches,” he said, and Valerie did, knowing what she would find: the warm, soft head of his cock, hard against her lips.
    She opened her mouth just enough to allow the head in, sucking at it and running her tongue along the bottom, swirling it around the ridge. He tasted salty and sweet at the same time, an intoxicating combination. Blindfolded and bound, the only thing Valerie could feel was him in her mouth and she reveled in it. It was like he was made of steel covered in velvet: his cock absolutely hard, the skin on it soft.
    Valerie opened her jaw a little more and drew   more of him in, sliding the shaft past her lips, still running her tongue along the underside, then pulling her head back, careful to not touch him with her teeth.  
    She was rewarded with a low, soft groan, almost closer to a growl, and the knowledge that was pleasing him blossomed in her.
    She opened her jaw again, even wider now, touching the head of his cock to the back of her mouth. Valerie tried to relax so she wouldn’t trigger her gag reflex and moved slowly, pushing her lips as far down the shaft as she could, but she could tell she was getting nowhere near the root of his cock, that there was still an inch or two left to go. She pulled her head back, sucking at his greedily as she did, taking a moment to hold the head in her mouth again, swirling her tongue around it for a few moments before sliding him back into her mouth and nestling the head as far back in her mouth as she could, pushing against her gag reflex, always just about to trigger it.
    As she pulled him out again, swirled her tongue, she felt his hand lightly on the back of her head.
    “Have you ever deep throated a cock?” he asked.
    “No, Mr. Declan,” she answered. To be honest, she’d never been particularly interested in giving blow jobs before—she did it because boyfriends liked it so much, but she’d never enjoyed it enough to learn to deep throat. Not until now, at least, because in that moment, there was nothing she wanted more.
    “I can try,” she said, face tilted up at him.
    “Not now, pet,” he said. He brushed one thumb along her cheekbone and she turned her head against it, wanting his touch more than anything. “We can work on it.”
    His cock bumped against her lips again and she went for it hungrily, determined that even if she wasn’t able to deep throat him today, she’d still give an amazing blow job. That goal in mind, she plunged her head down along his cock, letting it hit the back of her throat. She held back and gag and then swallowed, massaging the head of his cock before pulling her head back and letting it out of her mouth with a slurp. Her tongue danced along the underside and she lapped at the head, tasting his salty precum, her reward for a job well done, before taking him into her mouth again, pulling him out, taking her in.
    Valerie’s jaw began to ache, but she was determined, particularly as Jasper’s groans grew louder and his hand clutched ever more firmly at her hair.
    Finally, with a long groan, he pulled out of her mouth and held her head back with her hair, even as her lips sought for his cock.
    “That was very good,”