by Amber Heart
“It quite sweet. Try it. If you don’t like it, I’ll drink yours.”
“Okay. Why not?”
“There are ways to use alcohol responsibly. When you want to go home, let me know.”
The small crystal glass sparkled in the light. She took a sip. Then another one. “It’s good. Thank you.”
“So I think we have a good idea to get your started at work on Monday.”
“Didn’t you have other things you were going to teach me?”
“Rachel, I won’t hold you to that. We were in a moment. What I do… the way I get off, well, I’m not sure it’s for you.”
“I know about BDSM. I’m not stupid. I’d like to try.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” She drank her port. “Yes, I am sure. Don’t forget you need to punish me…Master.” Rachel parted her legs to give him a view of her stocking tops.
“Sir, Rachel. You can call me Sir.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Your father is a very powerful man. If he ever found out…”
“Exactly why I won’t be telling him.”
“Good.”
“Where do we start?”
“Get undressed, Rachel. Leave on your stocking and underwear.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Ben smiled. “I like a fast learner.”
Rachel’s stomach churned as she undressed, what if he didn’t like her body? What if her smaller breasts turned him off? She took her dress off over her head and went to remove the lace body suit.
“Wait.”
She looked at him.
“If you have more body suits, leave that on but you won’t be taking it home with you.”
Rachel left it on.
“Turn around for me.”
She turned slowly.
“You have a perfect body.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Come here, Rachel.”
When she approached him, he took her hands in front of her and led her to a door. “My bedroom is in here. Don’t be alarmed. I’m not intending to be too harsh for your first time, even though you have been a very bad girl. A slut in fact.”
“Yes, Sir.” She followed him through the doorway. Around the walls hung all manner of torturous looking equipment. Rachel swallowed. Perhaps one night of this would be enough.
Her pulse pounded through her body. Fear rose in her throat. She took a step back.
“Rachel. I promise I won’t do anything to hurt you. I’d be crazy to do anything you don’t like because if you go back and tell your father, I’m toast. While we are at it. Perhaps that can be your safe word.”
“Father?”
“Yes. It’s sure to put a stop to things immediately. Look, try and push yourself to your limits but if you need to stop, just say father or simply say stop. Okay?”
She let out the breath she’d been holding. “Okay.”
“Now, I’m going to bind your wrists and strap them your hands to the bedpost. Okay?”
“Yes…Sir.”
The silken bands were quite soft but very firm. “Lay on the bed.”
Rachel did so and Ben pulled her arms up and tied them fast to the bedpost.
“So, you’ve had clothes pegs on your nipples?”
“Yes. Sir.”
“And you liked it. Let’s see if you like mine later. Open your legs.”
Rachel did as she was ordered.
“Oh, come on, a bad girl like you can get them wider. Pull your knees up.” Ben walked around the bed and looked at her with her knees bent and her legs wide. “Beautiful.” He pulled out more silk sashes from his pocket and began to bind her lower leg to her thighs in the bent leg position. “This is called a frog tie. You can relax and ties will hold you steady. You’ll be wide open for me.”
But Rachel wondered why he was binding her, because she still had her underwear, bodysuit and stockings on. He moved his body over hers then and his mouth gently kissed hers. Nothing harsh, just a sensual, deep kiss with his tongue gently teasing hers. Her clit ached and she’d never been this aroused before.
Ben stopped kissing her and caressed her hard nipples through the material. He pulled down the top of the bodysuit and reached around to unclip her bra which he then pushed up over her breasts. “You nipples are magnificent. Long and thick. Made for clamping and sucking.” He pulled on them gently and stretched then around in wide circles.
Rachel groaned because she really could come, right now and that was a first. He hadn’t touched her clit yet. She was right about an older man knowing a woman’s body. His hand now moved over her pussy, rubbing and pressing to her clit.
“You’re wet. You like this, don’t you?”
“I do…Sir.” She swallowed, what was he going to do next?
“I’m going to look at your clit now. Then I’m going to put my finger inside you to feel how tight you are.” Ben unclipped her body suit at the crotch and pulled her tiny panties aside. “Well, Well. Look at the big clit. Is it aching dirty girl? Does your clit and cunt want to cum?”
Rachel clenched her teeth and nodded.
Ben touched his finger onto her clit and Rachel’s body jerked. “You are very eager, Rachel. But you must wait. You must wait until I tell you to cum.” He moved his finger a little and Rachel thrashed her head around. “First, your nipples need to be dealt with.”
He waked away to a counter and came back with metal clamps. He put one on each of her nipples. Rachel whimpered a little but she wanted more of that pain.
“Now, how much do you want to cum?” He sank a finger inside her. “A lot by the feel of you gripping my finger. Do you want to cum hard?” He pulled his finger out and smiled.
“Yes. Y…yes, Sir.”
“Alright then. My cock is hard now. I’m going to put it inside you. It will fit you now. Eventually. Then I’ll keep making you cum until you beg me to stop.”
He went back to the counter and undressed. His cock really was so fat. He stretched a condom over it and walked back to her. “Now, young lady, let’s begin.” He grabbed a pillow and placed it under her ass cheeks, then he knelt on the bed, sitting down on his ass and moved his thighs under hers until she felt his cock nestled at her entrance.
The tube of lubricant he’d brought with him was squirted all over her pussy. It was ice cold and she cried out as it hit her clit. Ben laughed. Rachel opened her eyes back up and saw him smoothing lube over his cock.
“This will only hurt at first. Then you’ll beg for more.”
“Yes. Sir.”
Ben smiled. Rachel could feel the burning stretch as he pushed his cock into her. He held her hips steady and kept pushing inside her. “Does it hurt?”
“Yes. You’re very large. Sir.”
Ben moved his fingers slowly over her slippery clit and the pain quickly became desire. “There. Is that better?”
Rachel nodded and threw her head back because she was so close to cumming it wasn’t funny. Ben kept working her clit and his cock moved in even further. “There now. A little more and I might let you cum.” He pushed in even more and Rachel loved being so full. “If you cum back again, I’ll stretch your ass as well.”
His fingers were back on her clit again going so fast. Rachel tried to arch up, she tried to get more cock inside her. She wanted more no matter how much it hurt. He thrust suddenly and she knew she had all of his cock inside her.
“Oh, god. Oh fuck. Yes, yes.”
Ben stopped his fingers on her clit and just thrust in and out of her in short, deep strokes. If only she could touch her own clit, make herself cum. Her skin was on fire, and her clit throbbed so hard. Her nipples stung when he pulled on the clamps. “You can beg me. I might let you cum.”
“Please can I cum…Sir?”
His fingers expertly moved over her clit again. “No. No you can’t cum until I say. You hold on or I’ll whip your clit hard.” He stopped with his fingers again and thrust in his cock hard and long this time.
Rachel cri
ed out. The pressure building inside her. The gorgeous pain of being fucked hard. “Please… Sir can I cum. Please. I can’t hold any longer.”
Ben massaged her clit hard and fast again. “Yes. You can cum, dirty girl. Make it hard. I want your cunt to strangle my cock.” He pushed up hard inside her and held his cock inside.
Rachel let her orgasm rocket through her. She’d surely turned inside-out, as her body jerked and twitched along with the pulsing of her cunt around his cock.
“Oh, yes. Yes. You’re cumming so hard around my cock. I like it so much you can do it all again.” Ben kept his fingers going on her clit. Rubbing firm and in circles.
Rachel could hardly stand it she was so sensitive but somewhere inside she knew she wanted to cum again. Ben was magic with his fingers and he just kept applying more pressure as she needed it and the second orgasm went through her like a flash of power.
“Oh, even harder, you bad girl. You love to cum hard. I bet you’ve never cum this hard before.”
Rachel couldn’t speak. She just panted and groaned because he still didn’t stop working her clit. “One more. You have to cum one more time.”
“I can’t…Sir. I can’t cum again.”
“Yes, you can and you will, Rachel. You will. You’re going to keep coming around my cock until I cum. You hear? So you’d better cum hard and fast.”
Rachel shook her head, but she never wanted to say stop. This was above amazing. Beyond incredible and Rachel wanted to keep coming so Ben could cum.
Ben put more lubricant on her clit and took the clamps off her nipples. The sensation rushed to them and Rachel gasped. She didn’t think she could take much more. She clenched her cunt as tight as she could.
This time she would make him cum. She would. Ben pressed his fingers to her left side labia and stretched her clit open while his other hand rubbed impossibly fast, sideways across her clit. The climax was coming and she made sure she clamped as tight as she could around his cock.
He groaned, and Rachel smiled now. She couldn’t move any other way but she could milk his cock dry with her pussy. His fingers continued to work their magic. Rachel cried out again and again, begging for release. Needing it to happen soon. Ben thrust his cock in and out in small strokes and groaned.
“Yes. Yes that’s it dirty girl, strangle me. Strangle my cock hard.”
“Yes, Sir. Cum with me. Cum with me please, Sir,”
When she launched into outer-space, she screamed loud and long. She swore and cursed. Her body couldn’t survive this. But she heard Ben cry out as well and knew he was cumming. Her cunt clenched over and over and her sight went dark for a second.
Would the pounding in her head ever stop? Then it was over. Finally and completely. Her body was like a limp dish rag, and pleasure still buzzed through her causing her to shudder at varying intervals. Ben brushed her sweat soaked hair off her forehead with his hand and slowly withdrew his softened cock from her.
“Rachel. You are an exquisite gem. So, so perfect. I’ll untie you now. How do you feel?”
“I can’t even put into words how I feel. That was amazing.” Rachel meant it too.
“I think perhaps you could cum one more time to thank me properly.”
“What? No. I don’t think so.”
He got off the bed and went to the counter. He came back with a vibrator. “I think so.”
Rachel couldn’t possibly cum again, could she? Was it humanly possible? Ben climbed back on the bed, and moved in close between her thighs. He licked at her clit, soft and slow. Then he used the tip of his tongue and Rachel couldn’t believe that she felt the desire rise in her again.
Ben stopped licking her and put the tip of the vibrator on the most sensitive centre of her clitoris. Holy fuck. She came almost immediately. The waves of pleasure rolled through her spent body. She couldn’t possibly, but she was. Then it subsided again and she exhaled expecting Ben to move the vibrator and untie her.
But he pressed the vibrator harder to her. Moving it around her clit. He turned it up and before Rachel could say anything the pressure built again.
“No. No more. I can’t. I can’t…Sir please.”
“You can. You can cum more. You will.”
He moved it over her clit, around and around. Rachel thrashed her head around and cried out. She couldn’t, she just couldn’t.
Ben turned it up again the super-speed vibration tipped her over the edge, and the pleasure raced from her clit out to her extremities.
‘Oh my God, Ben. Please. No more. I can’t. Please stop?”
“Stop?”
“Yes. Please. Stop.”
“Rachel. Are you certain? I think you could cum just one more time.” He pressed the vibrator to her clit again.
“Father.”
Ben switched it off and began to untie her. “Well done. You’re very good at this. I hope you’ll come back.”
“Definitely” she muttered.
The Mechanic
A Biker Romance Story
By Amber Heart
Chapter 1
“Hey there, boss man,” Eli said from under the hood of a massive Suburban he’d just finished changing the brake fluid in.
He’d been afraid that he wouldn’t get to it that day, but he’d managed to work it in by skipping lunch. The owner was taking all three of her kids out to the lake that weekend and the only other car she had was a Corolla. He’d basically saved their vacation. And, with the way she’d talked to him as she dropped the car off, he wasn’t ruling out the possibility of a more personal thank you which might have been a motivational factor in the whole thing.
“How’s it going?”
Shane had been gone all day, picking up a car for a client. Eli was actually surprised that he’d gotten back before closing time, since he’d been asked to close up the shop.
“How’s it going?” Shane repeated, sounding almost dazed. “Eli, this may be the best day of my life.”
Eli dropped the hood with a clang and looked across the garage floor. Shane, the owner of Harris Garage, was grinning at him. It wasn’t just any grin either, the man wore an ear to ear grin of pure excitement.
“What’s up?” Eli asked, wiping his hands on the rag he kept tucked into his belt.
He’d never seen Shane so excited. Of the two of them, his friend was the one that always kept his emotions in check and under control. Eli was halfway tempted to ask if he’d met someone on the run out to meet the new client. That was definitely the smile of a man in love.
“Come on over and see.”
Okay, so it probably wasn’t a woman. Eli followed Shane over to the next bay and then his jaw dropped. Shane hadn’t told him what he was going to pick up and Eli hadn’t bothered to ask. It was usually a decent mix of classic and run of the mill vehicles. Harris was a pretty well-known garage in Kansas. But they’d never gotten their hands on anything like this.
“Oh my God,” he said, aware of the reverence in his own voice.
“I know,” Shane replied in the same hushed tone.
“That’s...that’s a 1970 Plymouth Superbird.”
It was almost a question, even though Eli knew damn good and well what he was looking at. It was just that he’d never expected to see one up close like this. He took back his previous assessment. Maybe Shane was in love. If so, Eli hoped like hell that his friend would share.
“I know,” Shane repeated.
They stared at the car in silence for a few moments longer. It gleamed back at them, black and sleek and perfect looking under the fluorescent lights of the bay.
“They made less than 2,000 of ‘em.” Eli said after they’d passed nearly a minute simply staring.
“I know,” Shane said for the third time.
Eli laughed. “Is that’s all you got to say?”
Shane crossed his arms defensively. “Maybe I’m in shock, you hick. And if you keep talking like that, you’re not going to get to help me work on her.”
“You wouldn’t d
o that to me,” Eli said confidently. Then, unable to resist anymore, he stepped forward and ran his hand over the hood. The paint was good and he couldn’t see any rust on the body. It didn’t surprise him. Anyone lucky enough to have one would take damn good care of it. “So, what needs to be done?”
“A few things,” Shane said. “The guy that I picked it up from today just bought it from an estate sale. There’s nothing too wrong with it, but it’s been sitting since about the late eighties. We’ve just got to get it tuned up and running well.”
Eli nodded, trying hard not to look too eager. “Then it sounds like we’ll have it for a while?”
Shane grinned at him over the hood. “Yep. He said to take all the time we need.”
“Perfect. When do we get started?” Eli was already cataloging everything that would need to be done. Check the engine, the transmission. All the fluids and seals. The water and fuel pumps would probably need to be replaced. Maybe the rear end... “I can stay late tonight if you need me to, do an inventory on everything we should check. I can tell that we’re not going to have to worry about paint or the interior, but--”
Shane shook his head and held up one hand to stem the flow of Eli’s planning. “Sorry, man. We can’t start tonight.”
“What? Why not?” Eli demanded. He was itching to get his hands on the engine and play around. “That Suburban is done and all the Tacoma needs is a--”
“I know. But we have to close up early. That’s why I hurried back.”
“What for?” Eli felt like a kid who’d just dropped his ice cream cone.