She squeezed his testicles and made him jump.
“I like that,” she said as she squeezed them again.
She leaned further forward as her fingers grabbed his shaft and massaged him slowly.
And then, as he continued licking at her clitoris, her mouth engulfed him.
Warm and wet, her tongue danced along his shaft. Her lips sucked hard. Her tongue licked at the tip of his cock and then her head bobbed up and down. She started slowly, but quickly built up speed.
He could hear her moaning. He wanted to reach out and grab her, to run his fingers up and down her back, to play with her wet folds, but he was tied and could do nothing more.
She rocked back and forth on his face as she sucked harder and longer.
John closed his eyes and tried to hold his passion back. He didn’t want to cum until she was ready. He wanted them to reach orgasm together.
He held on for as long as he could, but he couldn’t stop it. Her tongue and lips in combination were too good, too perfect.
Wonderful.
Images of her flooded his mind and danced before him. On the sofa, spread out on the bed, her diamond, her belly button, her breasts, her figure, her hair, and her shaved bare mound.
He opened his eyes once more as he started to twist and turn. Even though the ropes held him down, he began to squirm in ecstasy.
And then he exploded in her mouth.
She kept sucking, kept massaging, making the orgasm last; the pleasure long and exquisite.
His breathing was fast and heavy, and he moaned for a long, long time.
And as his moaning subsided, so did the sucking.
As she licked him, she began to buck faster and faster, rubbing her mound against his face.
Her breathing got deeper and quicker, her anus tighter. She threw her head back, strands of her hair escaping from her ponytail.
She came as she continued to massage him with one hand, and squeeze his balls with the other. She let out a long deep moan that lasted for quite a while and she wiggled her hips as he tongued her more.
Her juices smeared across his face, dripping into his mouth and down his throat.
Eventually, she stopped rocking back and forth. She just sat on his face, breathing hard, until John stopped licking her clitoris. When he did, she moved backwards slightly, moving her clitoris away from his tongue. He sucked on one of her flaps instead, sucking it deep into his mouth, stretching it as far as it would go.
She moaned and leaned forward again, licking the last few drops of cum from the head of his cock.
“That was nice,” she said as she lifted herself off his face.
He didn’t want her to go.
She turned around and faced him.
“Wasn’t it?”
John nodded.
“You still thirsty?” she smiled wickedly at him.
“Not as thirsty as I was,” he said, licking his wet lips.
He could still smell her. She was on his skin now. Her juices were still with him, smeared around his nose and mouth.
He licked his lips again.
“Have you ever had it so good?” she looked him in the eye as she lay down on his chest.
“No,” John replied without hesitation.
“Honest?”
“Honest.”
She smiled and played with some of his chest-hairs.
“Good,” she said. “I’m glad. I wanted this to be special for you.”
“It was.”
“I wanted you to know what you were missing.”
“Well, I do now.”
“It’s only fair, Johnny, for us to get what we always wanted.”
He stared into her eyes.
“Life should be all about that,” she said. “Getting what we most want.”
John nodded.
She lay on him for quite some time.
The heat from the fire kept them both warm.
John wasn’t too sure how much time had passed, but eventually she lifted her knee and slid it up his leg, rubbing it across his cock and balls.
“I don’t suppose,” she smiled. “You’d like some more already?”
With little effort, John found himself hardening again.
“Do you want more?” he asked.
She nodded her head.
“I want all of you,” she said.
But then her face fell and she said in a small voice. “But I can’t have you. I’ve been bad. I’ve done bad things.”
She pouted and her eyes fell to his chest.
Her hand reached down by his side and picked up the whip from beside him.
“Will you teach me a lesson?” she asked.
Is she serious?
“Do you want me to?” he asked.
“Whip me,” she said as her eyes grew with excitement. “Please?”
John nodded, “Okay, if you want me to.”
“I do,” she nodded. “I’ve been a bad girl.”
“But I can’t, I’m tied down.”
He tried to move his left arm, but it was still numb and he didn’t want to risk splitting the stitches anyway. So, then he tried to move his right arm, but it was pressed tightly into his chest by the ropes binding him.
Zoe had climbed from him, and loosened the rope tied around his chest. He managed to pull his right arm free and she handed him the whip.
“Whip my ass,” she smiled at him as she climbed back on the table. “Whip it hard.”
This can’t be happening, he thought.
But it was.
She turned away from him and crawled down his body. She stopped when she reached his groin and licked the top of his pulsing cock.
She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled, “You ready?”
John nodded.
“Okay,” she turned around and bent forward, taking him back into her mouth.
She crawled backwards slightly, raising her arse in the air in front of his face.
And John had begun whipping her.
He shook his head as he thought about it now. The girl lying next to him so quiet and peaceful was the same girl who had bucked on his face and wanted to be whipped.
This has got to end, and end soon, he thought. There’s too much left to do. Problems to solve and people to find. But if I do what she wants now, she’ll help me find Fox!
The sun was setting, its light getting weaker. Soon it would be gone completely.
He felt guilty for having sex with Zoe, but he was powerless to stop her.
Yeah, right, and you didn’t enjoy it one bit.
John felt worse now. But he consoled himself that if he could’ve stopped it, he would’ve.
Really? Did she force you to whip her?
I didn’t have any other option!
Did she force you to enjoy it?
I had to do it.
Did she force you to cum in her mouth or lick her clit?
John opened his eyes, trying hard to force the thoughts from his mind.
Come on, John told himself. Concentrate on getting out of here.
He turned his head to look at Zoe. Her eyes were shut and she had a contented smile on her face. He ran his hand through her hair once more.
So beautiful, he thought. And so dangerous.
But maybe it wasn’t her fault. Maybe this was normal for her.
Is this what Fox always wanted? Did he teach her all these warped sex games? Does she really think love is about this?
I didn’t hear you complaining.
Shut up!
Well, don’t call them warped sex games, you enjoyed them.
Gotta concentrate.
And you would do them again.
Gotta work out a way to get out of here.
You’d do her again if you got half the chance.
Zoe’s forehead furrowed.
John held his breath as he watched her. He didn’t know if she was asleep or not. But if she was, he didn’t want to wake her. It could be his only chance to think clearly about
what he had to do.
She smiled again then, and he looked at her full, round lips.
A white crusty stain sat in the corner of her mouth.
He reached over and slowly peeled it from her skin.
He lifted the dried film over the side of the table and let it fall to the ground.
And then he thought back.
He had started by only whipping her lightly, but she complained that it wasn’t hard enough.
So he had hit her harder. The sound of the whip on her skin had echoed around the walls of the church.
When she began to yelp and the marks on her arse turned blood red, he would ease up.
Eventually, she stopped telling him to do it harder.
Instead, she began to bite his cock.
“If you slow down again,” she’d said. “I’ll bite down hard, comprehendo?”
John had nodded.
She only had to bite into the base of his shaft twice before he realised she meant it. He had kept the whippings fast and furious then, no matter how she whimpered or bucked.
And the more she sucked and massaged him, the more he whipped her. And the more excited he became.
And after a short time, John was peaking again, shooting himself deep into her mouth once more. Enjoying his second orgasm as much, if not more, than the first. It felt different this time, she was doing different things to him. But it was wonderful no matter what, having her lick and suck it all out of him.
And he laid back on the table, exhausted.
His right arm was stiff from the strain of whipping her and his balls were aching with a dull ecstasy.
He closed his eyes and breathed deeply.
She’s great, he had to admit it. She’s absolutely wonderful.
He could feel her as her soft oiled hands continued to massage his cock. The tip of her tongue licking up any last drop of his juices.
After a while, she changed positions and started crawling up over his body again.
She was all soft and so oily, he didn’t want her to stop.
Her nose nuzzled his and her hot lips landed on his own.
He opened his mouth and she opened hers.
The warm flood of his semen spilled between them and into his mouth.
At first, he didn’t know what it was. It was hot and heavy, sticky and tasted foul.
And then he realised.
He went to close his mouth, but she was quicker.
Her mouth clamped down on his and her tongue danced with his through the thick hot fluid.
She kissed him hard, their tongues sticky and wet. Semen spilled from the sides of their lips, slowly rolling down his cheek and into his hair.
But he didn’t care.
Not now.
She pulled back slightly and he opened his eyes.
Her tongue slurped from his mouth and ran over his top lip and up his nose. He could smell his own semen now, strong and nutty. She brought her tongue away from his face and into the air, a long thin stream of semen connecting them still, until it broke and fell across his cheek.
She smiled at him and licked at the spilled liquid, spreading it over his cheek and chin, down his throat and to his chest.
He looked down at the top of her head, watching her tongue eagerly lap at his white fluid. More hair had escaped her ponytail now, some of the strands stuck together in clumps of his juices.
She looked up at him and stared straight into his eyes.
They locked on again.
“Swallow it,” she whispered. “Swallow it all.”
He did so, without a second thought.
And she smiled at him.
“Good boy,” she had said.
He had smiled back.
“You’re a hard man to break, Johnny,” she’d said as she crawled closer towards him and rested by his side. “You’re strong too. Stronger than I thought.”
She had rested her head on his arm.
“But I got you,” she said as she closed her eyes. “I got you.”
John’s stomach rumbled louder as he turned to look at the half-heart pendant lying to one side of Zoe’s neck.
If only she weren’t wearing that pendant, he thought. This would be a lot easier.
Why? Conscience starting to prick you?
Shut up!
Why should it start now, after all this time?
SHUT UP!
Why don’t you just admit you enjoyed it!
“Stop it,” John whispered.
“Stop what?” she said, without opening her eyes.
It shocked him to find she was actually awake.
“Nothing,” he replied quickly, running his hand along her shoulder.
His stomach rumbled again.
“My, you are hungry!” she said as she smiled. “I’ll have to fix that for you.”
John saw his chance.
“If you let me up, maybe we could go down to that bar in Hepburn Lakes for dinner.”
Her smile grew bigger.
“That’s a great idea, Johnny,” she agreed as she opened her eyes.
Yes! I’ve done it!
“But you’re not going anywhere,” her eyes cut through to his soul.
And with those words, John looked past her to the windows of the church.
He watched as the sun set and the last rays of light died away.
Died away.
Just like his hopes of escape.
Thirty-nine
“I’m not being a good host, though,” she said as she climbed off him. “I’ve got no food for you, and that’s rude of me.”
His eyes watched her back as she slid off the table and walked away from him towards the spiral staircase. Her arse cheeks were still red from the whipping he had given her and he noticed the bandage on her left buttock had slipped slightly.
“I promise I’ll feed you in the morning, Johnny.”
“But I’m hungry now,” he replied.
She stopped walking as she reached the stairs.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be hungry in the morning too.” She turned and smiled at him. “Much hungrier. Anyway, there’s just too much to do.”
He let his head drop back to the table and he closed his eyes.
The morning? Am I going to be tied to this table until then? he wondered. I can’t. I won’t let it happen. I’ve got to get out of here somehow!
He heard her stilettoed heels ring out on the metal of the staircase and echo around the church. He opened his eyes and tilted his head back.
She came into his view as she reached the lectern, upside down now because of the way John was looking at her.
“Lucky you didn’t manage to open this access hatch earlier,” she smiled down at him. “It would’ve ruined your surprise.”
Hatch? For a second John didn’t know what she was talking about. Then he remembered the locked access hatch in the base of the cross on the wall behind the lectern. The one he had tried to open on Saturday night, but couldn’t because it was locked.
Zoe bent down and disappeared from John’s sight.
He heard the sound of keys jangling and then the hatch squeaking open.
She had the keys to the hatch all the time?
With Zoe out of sight, John looked around quickly, trying to spy anything that could help him get out of the ropes that held him to the table. But there was nothing within reach.
His right arm was still free and he tried to slacken the ropes around his chest by pulling at them. But they were still too tight. He wished he had the use of his left arm to help with the struggle. He looked down at it once more and traced his eyes along the puffy ridge of his wound. It looked red and ugly, but the stitches were holding firm. For the first time, he flexed the fingers on his left hand. He readied himself for the pain, but he was surprised that there wasn’t as much as he thought there would be.
Maybe there’s a chance.
He flexed his fingers again.
At least they work.
Preparing for any
sudden stab of pain, he slowly lifted his left shoulder, trying to drag his left arm out from under the ropes.
The dull pulsing pain began to spread through his body, but he thought he could live with that if it meant he could escape.
He lifted his shoulder more.
His arm began to shift under the ropes.
That’s it! Come on, a little bit at a time.
The sound of the access hatch slamming shut cut through the silence.
John dropped his shoulder and returned to his lying position.
Damn!
Zoe’s footsteps sounded louder than before as she walked down the staircase and back to his side.
She smiled down at him.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hi,” he said back.
“You’re bored, aren’t you?” she smiled at him.
“Huh?”
“Sick of lying there on that uncomfortable table?”
John stared at her.
Could it be this easy?
It can’t be!
Just play her game and be ready for any chance of escape!
“Yes,” he replied. “As a matter of fact, I am.”
She nodded, “I thought so. It’s time I let you up.”
He smiled at her, “Thanks.”
“No problem. You deserve it. You’ve been a very good boy so far.”
So far?
John’s feeling of unease was steadily growing.
What sort of game is this?
She squatted down and reached under the table. John stared at the top of her head. Her hair was all combed back into her ponytail again. He could feel the ropes move slightly across his chest as she began to loosen the knots.
Keep her talking… Keep her mind on the important things to her.
“We really should be getting after Fox,” John said.
“I know,” she replied from under the table. “But there’s plenty of time for that. We’re not finished here yet.”
Dread washed over John. He didn’t want this to continue.
“Zoe, look,” he began. “I’ve had a lot of fun, really I have, but I think we need to get after Fox while we still can.”
The ropes began to grow tight across his chest once more. Tighter than before.
John fell silent.
Don’t ruin your best shot! Shut up! Play the game her way, you’re almost free. Don’t anger her now!
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