by Powerone
CHAPTER 5
Morning Delight
She never felt so rested, the sun shining brightly through the French doors. She slipped into the shower, the warm water washing off her naked body feeling good. She closed her eyes, her hand slipping down between her legs, gently rubbing up and down her slit as her imagination ran rampant. She heard a noise, turning towards the door of the shower room, expecting it to open and see Michael with a rope in his hand. She waited, nothing happened. Did Michael somehow know she was masturbating? She finished washing, her soapy hands still slowly running over her breasts, teasing her nipples erect. She stopped abruptly, getting out of the shower, drying her body off quickly. She put on her makeup while still naked, a thing she never did before, almost expecting Michael or maybe just hoping for him to walk into the bathroom and catch her naked. She was disappointed when the bedroom was empty, but on the bed her clothes for the day were neatly laid out. Was it Michael that brought them? Did he see her masturbating in the shower? She hurried to get dressed, the desire to see Michael overcoming her. There was no bra, Keri picked up the pale blue peasant blouse, slipping it on, the off the shoulder top held up by her firm breasts and little else. She pulled on the dark blue panties, pulling the snug fabric on, Michael would enjoy them, one size too small for Keri's taste. She slipped on the dark blue skirt, again Michael making sure that an abundance of naked leg was revealed. She put the low sandals on her feet, catching a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror. The peasant blouse ended high up her belly, leaving a wide expanse of naked flesh between the top and the low ride miniskirt. The skirt clung to her hips and than flared out into ruffles. What did Michael have planned for her today? She looked, Michael standing in the doorway, surprising her by his quietness. She smiled. “Have you been watching lo
"Long enough. You look ravishing. Good enough to eat.” Michael's eyes devoured her body, the clothes doing more to entice than cover, the way a girl should be dressed. “Breakfast is just about ready.” He waited for her, watching the gentle sway of her hips as she walked towards him, looking up to see the lovely bounce of her naked breasts beneath the blouse, her generous cleavage and shoulders revealing much and hinting at more.
God, she could almost cum at the way he was looking at her, Keri feeling self conscious as her breasts bounced free beneath the blouse, feeling her nipples begin to harden as they rubbed so salaciously over the fabric. And the panties, tightly digging into her mound, sure that her clit was hard and erect from the constant rubbing of the fabric against her. “Famished,” she replied, licking her lips sensuously. But it was not food that her body sought.
He could imagine that sweet tongue lashing at his cock, her lips wrapped tightly around the shaft as he fed her his erect cock. He had plans for her today. She would learn more of her body and what turned her on. And what turned him on.
She felt comfortable as Michael's hand slid around her naked waist, goose bumps popping up on her skin as he pulled her close to him as they walked into the dining room. The table was already set in a lush style, Camilla ready with orange juice and coffee, the smell of bacon cooking in the kitchen making Keri's mouth water. Keri sat down, Michael's eyes gazing lustily at her naked legs as she struggled to keep the mini skirt from exposing all of her charms to him. She shivered when he put the cloth napkin on her lap, not failing to let his hand run over her naked leg before he moved away, Keri breathless. God, how could breakfast be so arousing?
Michael was enthralled with her beauty, the simple peasant blouse making her luscious tits more inviting, his hands eager to set them free from their cloth enclosure. He watched her intently as she ate, erotic thoughts entering his head each time her lips allowed the fork into her mouth.
Keri saw the way Michael was looking at her. “I hate to think what is in your head,” she commented to Michael. She licked her lips almost absently. Or maybe she really would like to know, the arousal between her legs increasing, Michael's order not to masturbate making it all the more difficult.
"You are such a lovely sexual creature,” he quipped. “You just don't realize it. It just needs to be unleashed in you.” His eyes took in the gentle swell of her breasts, able to make out her hard nipples beneath the top.
"Is that what you are going to do? Unleash me.” She paused for a moment. “Or are you going to leash me? Like you did last night with the rope.” The memory of the tight rope on her wrists came back to her suddenly, the helplessness she felt as he took advantage of her body while she was bound. Stripping her naked, his fingers deep inside her, unable to stop until her body began to orgasm under his skillful touch.
Camilla came and took the empty plates, Michael seeing that Keri finished all of her breakfast. She was ravenous in more than one way. He got up, her eyes staring directly at him as he walked behind her chair. He felt her body tremble as his hands touched her naked shoulders. “Arch your back Keri."
She knew what he wanted. She arched her back, her firm breasts pushed out almost obscenely, his hands pressing on her shoulders until he was satisfied with her position. She looked at her breasts, the arch forcing them up high, the blouse sliding down lower, leaving a wide expanse of her bodice uncovered. She waited, her body on edge, waiting for his touch. “MMMMMMM,” she moaned as his hands slid down the front of her bosom, his fingers tracing down her cleavage. God, she could feel her nipples swelling, threatening to burst unless he touched them. She didn't even care if Camilla walked in. Anything just let him touch her.
He teased along the naked flesh of her bosom, her eyes closed, moaning with desire. It wasn't time yet. “Let me show you my ranch.” He pulled out her chair, her eyes opened wide in surprise, the look of disappointment in them. “Do not worry Keri. I will not leave you in such a state for long."
She got up, wishing he would take her to the bedroom again, wishing for the rope around her body. They walked outside, Keri taking in the beauty of the ranch. They were in the foothills, the sun coming up over the peaks, flooding the ranch in its brightness. The ranch was huge, the white fences seemed to go on endlessly into the distance.
"I raise some horses here. Mostly for riding, but some have gone on to be successful race horses. We breed the horses, many of the foals fetching high prices.” Michael led her past the large barn. “There are over thirty stalls in the barn, though many of the animals prefer the open fields. Derek is in charge of the ranch and the house. He has been with me for over twenty years, I trust him as I would a brother."
"What do you do for a living?” While the ranch was huge, it didn't look like it could provide for the obvious opulent lifestyle Michael had. His hand was still possessively around her waist, though it had slipped lower down over the flare of her hip. Every movement of his hand on her set her body on fire.
"I own a number of corporations, all in the US. Most of the time I work from here, though I do travel extensively back and forth to keep on top of them. I also entertain many of my senior employees as well as friends here at the hacienda. While it is out of the way, I have a heliport over the other side of the hacienda. My friends like the tranquil lifestyle here at the ranch, many bring their wives or girlfriends for a few days.
"And you. Do you have a wife?” She looked up at him. “Or a girlfriend?"
"I have never been married. While I have had girlfriends, I do not have any at the present time. Though I do tend to lavish my attentions on one girl at a time.” He drew her closer to him.
It never dawned on her to look at his finger to see if he wore a ring. She enjoyed the way his hand pulled her closer to him. “You know that I am married.” It was more of a statement of fact than a question.
"Though not happily if I remember from our first conversation. Or permanently from the way you ran away.” They walked around the hacienda for the next two hours, the conversation kept light, but Michael's hands and eyes never left her body. His cock was hard in his pants, finally walking around to come on the French doors leading to her bedroom.
She wa
sn't surprised to see her bedroom again. Nor was she disappointed. She looked at him, seeing the lust in his eyes again, the coil of rope on the neatly made bed not at all out of place. It was funny how here perspective was changing.
"Take off your shoes,” his voice reflecting his lust. He picked up the rope, taking a length of the rough rope, waiting as she bent over to take off the sandals, Keri doing nothing to keep the mini skirt from slipping up over her ass, revealing the crisp blue panties pulled tightly over her cheeks. “Kneel on the bed,” his eyes feasting on her body as she scooted onto the white comforter, a wide expanse of naked leg revealed.
She got into the center of the bed. She looked up at her reflection in the mirror, the doors and windows open for anyone that walked by to see her. She felt Michael get on the bed, moving closer to her. She saw the rope in his hand, waiting for his next command.
"Take off your blouse."
The command surprised her. She expected him to do it when she was bound, not for her to have to submit to him. To strip her body to her waist in front of him, her breasts bare beneath the top. She looked into his eyes, knowing he wouldn't be denied the pleasure of humiliating her. Her hands slid down to the bottom of the blouse, pulling it up over her head, feeling the material brush so sexily over her nipples as it slipped from her body. She threw it over to the corner of the bed, her hands pressed hard over her bare breasts, hiding them from Michael's view. Her eyes were shut tight, attempting to hide her shame.
"Your hands at your side. You have lovely tits. It is a shame to cover them.” He waited, seeing her hands slowly move away, her hands clenched in fists as she lowered them. “Open your eyes.” His cock jerked when he saw her firm breasts, the twin peaks capped with the pinkest nipples, already hard, dark areolas highlighting them against her alabaster flesh. She looked at him, her face already red in shame. Her breasts stood out so proudly, the firm flesh standing out with no sag. “Very lovely tits Keri."
She watched in shame as he stared at her chest, her bosom red, Keri humiliated to be sitting on the bed half naked. Michael's hands gathered up a length of rope, the excitement tingling between her legs when she saw the rope.
"Put your hands in front of you."
She complied instantly, feeling Michael's hand grip her wrists, pulling them together, his other hand already looping the thick rope around her thin wrists. Three times he circled each of them, knotting them tightly in the middle. He flipped the rope over the wooden beam that was above the bed, three beams running the width of the bed, one in the center and the others at each end. She never saw them before, her eyes always drawn instantly to the mirrors in the canopy. Her arms rose up as Michael tugged the other end of the rope, Keri looking up with a certain amount of fear. Her arms were pulled up high before Michael stopped, tying off the rope at her wrists. She tugged on the rope, the thick rope giving no slack. She looked down, her arms up high, her naked breasts vulnerable to Michael. She felt so vulnerable, tied kneeling on the bed, half-naked.
"Very lovely Keri. But there is more.” He picked up another piece of rope, this one longer. Her eyes followed his every movement as he moved behind her, Keri looking into the mirror to see him. He took the rope, looping it around her upper chest, pinning it tightly to her skin. Four times he circled her upper torso, the dark rope digging harshly into her white skin. He tied a knot before he moved the rope down, this time looping the rope around her, snuggling it up tightly to the underside of her lovely tits. Four times he let the rope bite into her sensitive flesh, enjoying the look of fear in Keri's eyes.
What was he doing? The rope cut above and below her breasts, Keri trembling each time he came near her nipples, the hard buds throbbing with desire. She was confused when Michael tied the rope behind her, this time pulling the free end of the rope over her shoulder, criss-crossing her cleavage, the end of the rope slipping underneath the bottom ropes. Michael moved in front of her, his hands busy with the rope as Keri watched him almost hypnotically. The rope slid between her cleavage, cutting her twin breasts in half, Michael looping the rope through the upper ropes. She now understood. Her beautiful breasts were going to be bound!
"You'll feel a little pressure now.” Michael smiled as he tugged the rope tighter, drawing the twin ropes that circled above and below her breasts together. The ropes compressed, her ripe breasts caught between the rough ropes, squeezing the firm flesh, her white skin turning red.
It felt like her nipples would burst, her breasts trapped as if they were in a vice, the blood rushing to the only place left to go, her swollen nipples. She looked down, seeing the hard tips swell as the blood rushed to them.
But Michael wasn't finished yet, two more small pieces of rope, each at her side, drawing the sides of the ropes together, her breasts compressed into smaller and smaller space, the harsh rope unyielding. Her lovely breasts were now bound out of shape, trapped between the harsh ropes. Keri didn't understand the feeling. Her breasts felt like they were trapped in a vice, her once beautiful breasts crushed between the ropes. At the same time, her nipples had swelled to twice their size, Keri looking at her nipples as they throbbed, the blood pulsating through the tips. It scared her because it also felt good, Keri arching her back, sure that if Michael touched them they would explode.
Michael moved behind her again, feeling her jerk away as his hands circled her naked waist. He held her tighter, pulling her against him. “How do you like it Keri?” He watched in the mirror as his hands moved up to cup the twin peaks, his fingers poised over her swollen nipples. His fingers lightly touched her nipples, Keri gasping.
"AAAHHHH,” she hissed, her swollen nipples bursting as he touched them, so sensitive that even Michael's light touch sent tremors through her body. His fingers traced over her nipples, rubbing his palms back and forth over her tips. God, they felt as they were growing bigger. His fingers traced around her nipples, the tips so sensitive that it felt like sandpaper rubbing them, Keri arching her back. Michael's fingers suddenly gripped her nipples between two fingers. “OOOHHHH, GGGGGODDDD,” she moaned, her hands clenched in fist, held tightly above her head as Michael pinched her nipples, squeezing the twin tips.
He could almost feel her pulse in her nipples, his fingers gripping the tips and pinching them her low groans exciting him. His fingers traced circles around her nipples, her lower body beginning to move in a hypnotic rhythm. He lowered his head, his mouth engulfing one swollen tit, his lips capturing her nip.
"NNNNOOO!” She felt his stubble rubbing harshly against her sensitive skin, sliding along her cleavage until she felt his moist lips capture her nipple, his mouth sucking it in, his tongue lashing out at the trapped tip. She clenched her fists as he suckled her breasts like a baby, but the powerful suction of his mouth drew the nipple far from her breast. His other hand gripped her bound breast, squeezing harder, Keri sure the blood would burst out her nipple if he didn't release it. She had never had her nipples worked over so expertly, Michael's hands and mouth playing with her bound breasts, leaving Keri panting with desire. His mouth moved from one nipple to the other, the cool air dancing over the wet nipple when he abandoned it for the other. Her breathing was ragged as her bound body responded to her helplessness.
Michael's hand crept down over her hip, finding the side of her skirt, making quick work of the zipper and button. He slid her skirt down over her legs, pulling it off quickly, leaving her clad in only the tight panties that covered her ass like a second skin.
Keri almost welcomed his stripping off her skirt, her pussy wanting so badly to be touched, if it weren't for it being so light in the room, anyone from outside could see her lush form. Michael's eyes devoured her half naked body as he stripped her for his intimate examination. She looked down as Michael's hands slid down her flanks to tease along her abdomen, Keri holding her breath as he moved close to her sex. His fingers teased along the edge of the panties, flaring out to push between her tightly clenched thighs.
"Spread your legs for me Keri.” His hands e
njoyed the smooth, silky skin of her inner thighs as he pressed out on them, Keri submitting her knees shuffling along the comforter as she opened up her body for his intimate examination. Her knees were spread two feet wide, the panties pulled tightly over her mound. Michael pushed against her ass cheeks, his cock throbbing as he felt her firm flesh, his hands sliding up to the vee of her crotch, fingers on each side of her mound. He pushed with his fingers, her ass responding by pushing hard against his cock.
"MMMM,” she moaned in pleasure, unable to contain the lust that Michael extracted from her body. His cock felt so good nestled along her ass, his fingers teasing her lips, her juices soaking her panties. She felt like such a whore and looked like one, her image in the mirror frightening her, her half naked bound body spread on her knees, the unmistakable lust etched in her face. “GGGGODDDD,” she cried out as his hands rubbed over her mound, his fingers pressuring the panties into her slit. Her body trembled, Keri fighting not to cum, wanting to enjoy the pleasure that she knew Michael would bring to her body.
Michael's fingers danced over her sex, pushing the tightly fitting panties into her gash, her lips closing around the material, trapping it in her wet insides. He enjoyed the way her ass pushed against his cock, the hard member jerking as his shaft slipped between her cheeks. Would she be so willing if she were naked, his cock snuggling against her anus, ready to enter the hot depths of her asshole? He enjoyed the tight asshole of a girl, their gasps as his thick cock stretched them painfully open only inciting his lust for deeper penetration.