by Diana Hunter
“Test them.”
She did, pulling her arms apart, twisting them from side to side; she was firmly caught. Her thong received a fresh moistening as she realized she could not even bring her arms to either side. Convinced she could not escape them, Lissa sighed and smiled. This was exactly what she wanted. The independent voice did not speak.
Lissa felt Richard’s hands on her shoulders, turning her around to face him. He pushed her forward so that her breasts hung down a bit, but her hair fell down to block her view. His view as well, apparently, for he lifted it and placed her hair along her back. The woman had such a beautiful, long neck he did not want his view of it obstructed. Someday, he would see that slenderness encased in a collar put on by his hands. That was, if he didn’t scare her away tonight.
He pushed her into position as if she were nothing but an object; she held herself gingerly, her breathing shallow and did not fight him.
Lissa watched as Richard made a loop out of a portion of the rope and settled her left breast into it. With a deft pull, he tightened it and Lissa gasped as the sudden pressure encircling her breast caused an arousal that made her giddy.
“You like that, I see.”
“Yes.” Lissa could not control the raspy breathlessness of her voice.
“Good.” In the confines of his pants, Richard’s cock twitched; he ignored it. He had searched too long for a woman who could surrender to him; too many times he had been disappointed. The woman whose breasts he now bound, however, showed a remarkable ability and desire to submerge herself in submissiveness.
Adora was too fragile for his more aggressive sexual tastes, although he loved her tremendously independent spirit. But her demons kept him at bay, and neither of them found satisfaction in their lovemaking. He’d tried other women; some enjoyed his bondage, but wouldn’t submit with anything other than lip service; others became too nervous or begged too much. There was only one Master in the room at a time. So far Melissa showed a wonderful fortitude and desire for his touch. A little flame of hope flared inside; the trainer flashed a carnal smile at his unbroken mare.
She chanced a glance up at him. His dark eyes smoldered with satisfaction and lust. A small smile played around his sensuous lips, lips she longed to have cover her own, possessing her mouth as he had before. He stalked her, played with her. Her pussy twitched as he manipulated her mind as well as her body, desiring her total submission to him.
Several times he circled the rope around her breast until it formed a small, constricting collar. Her breast swelled in the bindings, turning a light pink.
“Open your mouth.”
Surprised, Lissa did so, and Richard placed the rope in her mouth. “Bite down,” he instructed and she did so, holding the rope taut as he now made a second loop for her other breast.
She was part of her own binding, she realized as the rope got wet with her saliva. He purposefully was making her be a willing partner. All she had to do was drop the rope and the game would be done. She clenched it tighter with her teeth.
He noted the twinkle in her eye as he made her clench the rope taut. Once again his cock stirred; the little minx enjoyed what he did to her! Putting aside thoughts of what was to come, he concentrated on binding her body and soul.
Both breasts bound, they turned a pretty pink. Showing no emotion, Richard took the rope from Lissa’s mouth, reinforcing her understanding that she was just an object for his use. Keeping both ends of the rope taut, brought them around behind her. She could not see what he was doing, but felt the rope cross her arms just above the elbow. The next thing she knew, her elbows were being drawn together, forcing her breasts into the confining collars.
Her knees almost buckled.
Her head swam as the blood in her body rushed to her pussy, which now twitched uncontrollably. A touch and she would come.
But Richard was no novice; he knew what he was doing, and what his actions were doing to her. He let the arousal run its course; peaking and subsiding without reaching a climax before he tied off the rope. She would come at his command when he willed it. And at no other.
A large hook hung just above where they stood; he threw the remaining length of cord over it and anchored Lissa’s body to the ceiling.
While her feet were still firmly planted on the floor, Lissa felt slightly off balance; the rope tied to her arms would not allow her to fall, yet her arousal made it difficult to focus. Nor was Richard finished with her. “Open your mouth,” he instructed her again, this time placing a gag between her teeth. Only a cotton scarf with a knot for the gag, but effective nonetheless. Once it was on, Lissa tossed her head, and worked at it with her tongue, but it was not coming off.
“Yes, my dear Melissa. You are quite helpless now.” Richard perched on the low cube and watched her. “You are quite the sight to see, you know. I love to see you struggle against your bindings.” His soft, seductive baritone caressed her spirit even as the words enflamed it. “Go ahead, enjoy the helpless feeling and know you can do nothing to stop me from having my way.”
He was playing with her mind again. Even though she knew that, his words sent a panic through her. What was she doing? Why had she allowed this to happen? Frantically, she struggled against her bindings, turning and twisting, shaking her head as she tried to get loose. The more she fought, the more her juices flowed between her legs until they dripped down along her thigh.
And to see that man just sitting there, so obviously enjoying her predicament. Did he see her arousal as well? Lissa slammed her thighs together, suddenly embarrassed to have anyone know how much this feeling of being totally helpless, totally at his mercy, aroused the wild mare.
He let her struggle a bit more before standing and resting his hands on her shoulders. She quieted immediately, staring up into his eyes, pleading for release, but not a release from her bonds.
And he would give her release. Just not yet. To break an animal without breaking its spirit was something that could not be rushed. Melissa stood still before him, her breath calming as she sought his eyes.
She did not want him to ask how she was doing; he remembered her emphatic statement the last time they met. And so he did not ask. His hands cupped her bound breasts, ostensibly to check their warmth, in reality, to watch the effect his touch had on her. The rounded bulbs of stretched flesh were smooth under his hands; he had not tied them tightly this first time, but in a binding strict enough to produce arousal in her. And did it?
“Spread your legs for me, Melissa.”
Tears sprang to her eyes as she complied. He would see her soaked thong and damp thighs. Humiliation turned her cheeks bright red.
One hand continued to cup her breast, his other traced through the broad cleavage made by the confining ropes, and downward to the top of her thong. A finger slid under the fabric, arrowing straight for her swollen clit. And when he touched it, she cried out her need through her gag.
He withdrew his finger immediately. “Is that what you want, Melissa? Do you want to come?” A teasing glint in his eye enjoyed her torment.
“Yes! Yes, please.” Between the soaked gag and her desire, her voice was muffled almost beyond recognition. Yet her meaning was clear. Lissa’s body sagged against the ropes as her weakened knees struggled to hold her up. “Please, Sir, please let me come.” A tear escaped to trickle down her humiliated cheek.
“Then come for me, my slut. Come hard for me.” Richard plunged his finger down past the fabric to sink deep into her pussy. His thumb rubbed against her clit and Lissa cried out in a pleasurable pain that dangled her on the edge of the world. The ropes took her weight entirely as she hung suspended in time.
“Look at me, Melissa, and give me your release.”
She could not disobey the power in that voice. Forcing her eyes open, she stared into his eyes as her body suddenly heaved and convulsed. She screamed and cried out as wave after wave plunged through her body. And when she thought she could take no more, Richard pressed again on her clit and a s
econd time she balanced on the border between pleasure and pain for an eternity before plunging again into the abyss.
And when he pressed a third time, she cried out for mercy. Her entire body shook from her orgasm; she had no strength left. With little space between them he had forced three powerful climaxes from her body. Never in her life had she ever had more than one. Exhausted, she let the ropes hold her upright as Richard pulled away his hand.
Vaguely aware that Richard was undoing her bindings, Lissa was content to float in the haze within her mind. When he picked her up in his arms and carried her out of the room, she put her arms around his neck and nuzzled her cheek against the fabric of his shirt. Only then did it dawn on her that he had yet to take his pleasure. When he placed her on the bed and pulled down her thong to expose her completely, her juices flowed again, knowing what came next.
* * * * *
If Lissa were a perfume, she’d be something spicy, David decided, whereas Adora would be a beautiful flower from the garden. Not a rose; that was too strong a scent, too delicate a flower. More like a peony, he thought. Needing the help of an ant to open the blossoms, but once opened, gorgeous and spectacular.
Adora’s naked body lay beside him now. Her turtleneck was somewhere downstairs, her skirt was on a step someplace along with his shirt. They had run up here like two kids, scattering clothing as they went. His pants lay in a heap in the hallway; her panties not too far away.
There was a joyous abandon in the woman that David realized he loved. The ability to throw away the past and enjoy the present. If he had his way, someday she would never again be haunted by her history and this present happiness would be her permanent condition.
They had fallen onto the bed, their bodies already entwining. Now David sat up and pulled Adora’s slender arm from beneath him.
“Don’t want to break this—you might need it later on.”
“For what? This, perhaps?” She reached down and firmly grasped his swollen cock. He felt it twitch in her hand, responding to the warmth of her grip. He did not intend to spend his entire evening comparing Lissa to this woman, but when Adora’s hand turned sensuous and she slithered down along this body to kiss the tip of his cock, David knew he had found heaven.
“You like this?”
“It’s wonderful. I never, er, that is…” He faltered as her tongue reached out to tease the tip.
Adora’s head popped up in surprise. “Lissa has never done this for you?”
“I’ve never wanted her to. I couldn’t ask that of my wife.” He realized how demeaning that sounded and hastened to explain. “I mean, she’s not…”
Adora laughed and little silver bells rang. “Stop there, David. You’re going to, what is the American phrase—dig a hole for yourself’?”
He grinned. “That’s the phrase all right.”
“I would have thought she might have done this for you even without your asking. But some women do not like the taste of a man’s cock.” Her grin was mischievous. “I, however, happen to like it very much.”
David couldn’t help himself. “Do they all taste the same?”
“Have you ever noticed how two people can stand side-by-side and use the exact same ingredients to each make a pot of spaghetti sauce, and yet both sauces will come out slightly different? So it is with men.”
As if that were enough explanation, Adora dove down and took a big, long lick of David’s slightly softened cock to bring it back to full hardness. It worked. His cock swelled again, the purple veins standing out in low ridges along the shaft.
Adora flitted off the bed, her pert breasts barely bouncing as she did so.
“Put your feet off the bed and sit up, this is a good position for me to play in. And I will make you come!”
There was no command in her voice, only instruction and since this was so new to him, David was willing to follow her lead. He sat on the edge of the bed and let his feet touch the floor, his cock at attention. Adora knelt between his legs, getting comfortable on the floor before reaching forward to cup his balls with her hand, kneading the stones in her fingers.
“These are also nice to suck on, you know,” she informed him as she ducked her head down and pulled first one and then the other into her mouth. David gasped and fell back onto his hands as powerful tremors of carnal arousal coursed from his center. His cock throbbed as she studiously ignored it, concentrating on his balls.
Just as he thought he could not stand another moment of the sweet torment, Adora let each stone pop from her mouth, covering them with her hand so the air on his wet testicles would not adversely affect David’s obvious need. She continued to massage them with her hand as her mouth now began to work magic on his cock.
Wet warmth surrounded him as the woman took the tip of his cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the soft skin, dipping into the slit and teasing him until a bit of pre-cum formed. Scooping it out, she swallowed it down and David moaned in his haze of sexual pleasure.
Now her mouth really went to work, taking his long length deep into her throat, pushing her nose against his belly. His body responded of its own accord, thrusting up to meet her mouth, pumping against the back of her throat. Adora’s lips were everywhere, at the base of his cock, then hugging the tip, then off and sliding along the outside letting her tongue tease him. His heart raced with the caress of her mouth on the velvety smooth skin of his cock. When once again her mouth covered him, the sight of her beautiful face looking up at him, eagerness in her bright blue eyes, those luscious pink lips surrounding his cock, he could not help himself. He reached a hand out to rest on her golden head, guiding her as he thrust deep into her mouth. With a groan, he pulled out as his cum shot forth; he watched it hit her in the face. She smiled as more and more sticky fluid came out, covering her with gloppy strings of white.
David stared at the sight of her, smiling and enjoying the fact that he had just come all over her face. But then his elbow buckled and he fell back onto the bed.
“Be right back.”
He lifted his head enough to see a naked Adora lightly prance out of the room. Running water noises came from the direction of the bathroom and he dropped his head to the bed again, his softening cock still wet and sticky, his heart still pounding. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensations.
Something warm and wet covered his cock and he popped his head up; Adora knelt between his legs again, a warm cloth in her hand, cleaning him. Her face still bore his cum. She took care of his needs before her own. There was something deeply satisfying in that thought.
He got up onto one elbow and watched her; she said nothing, only smiling up at him from her position on the floor. Once she was satisfied that he was clean, she used the cloth to wipe her own face. With another grin, she took the cloth back to the bath.
When they entered the room, David had turned on only the bedside lamp; they hadn’t taken the time to light his carefully preset candles. He grinned to see them still there, unused and unneeded. Shrugging, he left them alone. Pulling back the covers of the bed, he crawled in, leaving room for Adora when she returned.
Only another moment, and the two were snuggled together under the warmth of the sheets. Usually David helped Lissa to come first, otherwise he was too tired to continue after he came. Tonight, however, he did not want Adora to go home unsatisfied. Although lethargy threatened to overtake him, he fought it easily; Adora’s hardened nipples pressed against his chest and he longed to taste them.
His hand enclosed one breast in his palm; so small each one could fit in a champagne glass. Didn’t the French consider that a perfect breast size? David thought he read that somewhere. He certainly didn’t mind it. His thumb flicked her nipple and Adora’s intake of breath made him smile. Apparently he was doing it right.
Now it was his turn to slither down, his mouth coming to rest between her breasts. She turned over onto her back, her fingers entwined in his hair and he leaned forward, changing from his thumb to his tongue.
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sp; If men’s cocks had different tastes, so did women’s breasts, he decided. Her nipple was sweet and he closed his lips around it in a gentle kiss. Her body arched up to him so he let his free hand slide down along her flat stomach to play for a moment in the thatch of blonde hair that covered her mound. And when she arched again, inviting him to go deeper, he accepted the invitation, sending his fingers exploring along the slit that opened beneath them.
For several moments, he fingered her clit with his middle finger while the companion fingers pressed against her labia, rubbing those twin lips growing slick from her arousal.
David had never licked a woman to her climax; the idea had always seemed a bit repugnant to him. But that was before Adora had shown him what kind of magic a tongue could work. Did she not deserve the same favor she had done for him?
He slithered down the bed, positioning himself between her legs. Twin lips, wet and pink with arousal, urged his investigation. Parting those lips with two fingers of one hand, he inched his face closer. Her scent filled his nose, the fragrance both musky and light. Dipping another finger into the crevice, he drew out the creamy white moisture he knew he would find. Grinning at her when her head poked up, he stuck the finger into his mouth and tasted her.
He wasn’t sure what he expected, but it wasn’t the slightly salty, but quite sweet taste he now savored. David dipped in again, gathering her juices on his finger and tasting her once more. He cocked his head to one side as if considering.
“Well?” Adora’s head, framed between her pert breasts looked undeniably beautiful in the light from the little lamp.
“Not bad. Not bad at all.” David’s grin turned wry. “I may need some help here. I’ve never done this before.”