by Dan Moran
“Oooo, it turns you on, does it?” Justine asked in a husky, sexy voice, seeing me grinding. She tapped the crop against my left cheek once, then once more, a little harder.
“Ooo,” I said with a smile, and she struck my right buttock several times with the same light force. “Oh,” I said, and “Ah.”
“You like it,” she said, tapping my buns again. “You love it! You’re helpless! You’re totally in my power now!” She flicked the crop against my quivering bare butt with each emphasized word, now increasing the intensity of the strokes.
“Oooo!” I grunted. “Ouch! Ah!”
“Oh, you’re mine!” she went on. “You can squirm, but you can’t get away! This crop is going to whip every single inch of your squirming little ass!” She wasn’t shouting, but she showed her vehemence with a velvety sexiness in her voice, the sound alone making me want to come. And, indeed, the crop did find every last inch of my ass. Her strokes were lighter than the last time we’d done this, but she gave me many, many more of them, completely covering my wriggling buns with small, stinging swats, then covering them all over again. I writhed, half in ecstasy, half in pain, but I didn’t get very far, bound securely as I was to the frame of the bed, unable to escape the sharp kisses of the crop against my tender flesh.
“Oooo....!” I cried as I struggled. “AAAhhh! Mmmmnnnnhhhhh!”
“Oh, you just love it! I can tell!” She increased the force of her strokes. “You’re going to come! Aren’t you?! You’re going to come! COME!” And she whipped rapidly and hard as I ground against the bed more urgently.
“Yes!” I hissed. “Yes yes ye... Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...” and I gasped and panted as my vast load of semen came spilling out, drenching the bed under me and spilling out between my legs. “Oh... oh God....”
Justine placed the crop down on the bed and began rubbing my ass gently. “There,” she said. “There you are. That’s just what you needed.”
“Oh God, yes,” I sobbed. “Fuck, that was intense.”
“I’m glad,” she said, bending down to kiss me. “Now we can make dinner.” And she started to untie me.
“God, I love you,” I said as I watched her.
***
After dinner, Justine showered while I cleaned up the kitchen. When I was through, I waited for her in the bedroom, putting on some of her favorite classical music. I turned off all the lights except for one of the bedside table lamps.
She came in a few minutes later, wrapped in a large red towel. She smiled when she saw me naked on the bed. I stretched out my hand; she took it, and I pulled her into bed, gently spinning her onto her back and leaning over her. I gave her a long, deep kiss and then lifted myself up off of her. Sliding my index finger under the top of the towel, I followed its folds down her body, tugging as I did so, opening it as if it had a zipper. I gently peeled back each side of the towel, unwrapping her fresh nakedness, and I bent down to lick the warm, clean skin of her belly. She smiled and said “Mmm” faintly.
I kissed my way up between her breasts, nibbling at her throat a bit, tonguing along her jaw and up to her ear, where I stopped to blow soft hot breath. I moved her arms out to her sides as I lingered over her lovely throat. I had an idea. I lightly coaxed one of the loops of rope, still affixed to our bedposts, over her right hand. Once it was in place, I kissed her hand, then reached up with both hands to cinch the rope snugly around her wrist.
I broke the kiss and moved my head back to look at her and see how she took this. I suppose part of me expected her to immediately yank on the rope and say, “Hey! What are you doing! Take this thing off my hand!” Instead, she just looked into my eyes and smiled. I smiled back, and she offered no resistance whatsoever as I gently guided her left hand into the rope on the opposite side. When I got off the bed and walked to its foot, she even spread her legs to make it easier for me to secure them. As I tied the last knot, I glanced up and saw her looking down her naked body at me, her smile lovely and excited. Looking back at her, glancing over her invitingly open legs, over her smooth pale skin and between her breasts to where her eyes met mine, I was incredibly aroused. I climbed back onto the bed from where I was and kissed her right foot, her shin, her knee, then turned my attention to her other leg. I caressed and kissed as she wriggled just a little, the bonds holding her tightly in place for my eager pleasure.
I moved into a sitting position beside her and touched her right wrist with just a fingertip. Slowly, lightly, I drew a line down her arm, across her body, around the outer edge of her breast, across her trembling stomach, and down her left leg, stopping at the very tip of her big toe. I then touched her right toe and drew another long line up her body, all the way to her left wrist. I did this several times, making a big “X” across her naked form, on each pass coming just a little closer to the insides of her thighs, to her nipples. I picked up the pace a little and brought more fingers into play, also pressing just a little harder with my fingers. I began to fondle parts of her as my hand traveled over her delightful smooth skin, and she panted and gasped slightly as I did so.
While my right hand roved over her, I put my left index finger to her mouth, and she moved her head up to suck at it eagerly. I used it to draw wet, slick strokes down the center of her chest, on her forearms, around the underside of each breast, always returning it to her mouth for more wetness. She writhed in her bonds, not to get away from my fingers, but to try to get more of them; she couldn’t get far, though, having to wait until my fingers came where she wanted them.
Her nipples were bursting with fresh stiffness, and I soon used my left finger, slick with her saliva, to draw circles around the outer edges of each of them. I came as close as the outer edges of the lovely pink circles, but for some minutes remained teasingly distant from her most sensitive buds. She wriggled and tried to work her way into my fingers, but I just kept circling the edge, coming slightly closer to the inside and wetting the tender skin. I bent forward to lick the outside of her right nipple, drooling onto it a little and covering it with wetness except at the very center; then I blew on it. Justine squealed slightly with frustration, and I moved my right hand up the inside of her left leg and pressed with my fingers on her outer labia. When her moan changed to a deeper tone, I touched the very tip of her nipple with the very end of my tongue, just the lightest flick, and her whole body quivered. I slid my middle fingertip just inside her damp slit, slowly stroking upward, and when she moaned, “Ohhhhh...,” I suddenly sucked her whole nipple firmly into my mouth, grabbing her breast as I did so. “Oh!” she cried, her hips beginning to buck as much as they could in her bound position. I kept the heel of my palm just above her clit and pressed more deeply with my finger, letting her work herself against my hand. I briefly sucked her other nipple, then clambered down to the foot of the bed so I could eat her properly.
I dove right in, thrusting my face forward into her spread legs and jamming my tongue into her. She squealed and squirmed as I tongued in vigorous circles inside her lips, lapping her juices and working my mouth with feverish desire. I held her lips spread apart with the fingers of my right hand, and with my left hand I slid into her, curling three fingers alternately inside her. I pressed firmly up against her from inside, rubbing her G-spot, while jabbing at her clit with the point of my tongue. She was rubbing herself strenuously and rapidly against my face now, and in a few moments, she cried out “Ah! Hoooo... Ohhhhh....” as her lusciousness pulsed against my tongue.
I gave her some moments to come back to herself, sighing with pleased contentment, while I gently undid the ropes that fastened her legs. I left her hands tied, though. I was hard again, and I wanted it fast. I crawled back onto the bed from where I stood, climbing between her legs, grabbing the backs of her knees and lifting them high. Putting her feet over my shoulders, I pushed into her velvety hotness with a quick thrust, and she gasped. I leaned forward over her and began banging away, not bothering with anything delicate, just thrusting and pounding and sinking my shaft in ag
ain and again, my balls slapping her with loud wet smacks, my ass cheeks clenching and flexing with each deep thrust, my momentum building, my legs getting warm and all my muscles tingling with delight and oh and oh oh...
I pulled out at the last minute, and my sperm went spurting in long arcs that landed on her chest, spattering her tits with the hot white fluids of my constant lust. I gripped my dick tightly as the contractions continued sending jets of jizz all over her breasts and stomach. After the first five or six spurts, the semen tapered off, leaving me with a dry but delicious pulsing in my slowly softening flesh. Then I caught my breath, slowly lowered Justine’s legs, and rolled off the bed. I kissed her as I undid her hands. Then I reached for a fresh towel from the pile beside the bed and wiped her off gently.
“Well,” I said after some moments, having crawled into bed beside her and pulled the covers over us both.
“Well,” she said, looking at me and smiling.
“I’m glad you liked that. I wasn’t sure.”
“Well, I wanted to try it too... that’s why I didn’t undo the ropes after last time.”
“So do you want me to spank you, too?”
“No. That’s just for you. I don’t like any pain. I do like to be bound, though, now that we’ve tried it... I wouldn’t mind doing some more of that.”
“Well, I’m happy to oblige,” I said, and kissed her.
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Chapter 5
One night, I came home to find a check in the mail. It was a bonus check from work, one that had taken so long in coming that I’d almost forgotten about it. I remembered my boss mentioning that a few of us would be getting some extra money for working so hard on this one project, but we’d finished it months ago. To me, it was just money falling out of the sky and into my lap.
When I opened the envelope and saw the amount, I smiled with excitement.
“We’re going out to dinner,” I told Justine after we greeted each other with kisses. “Any place you want. We can dress up, too.”
“Is it that much?” she asked, eyeing the envelope in my hand.
“It’s that much.”
She gave me another kiss and then ran upstairs eagerly. I changed into some black pleated dress pants and a tailored black silk shirt, dabbing a bit of scent on my collarbone and cuffs for good measure.
When Justine came downstairs again, I saw that she was wearing one of her red dresses, moderately low cut and with short sleeves, the hem falling just below her knees. “I want lobster,” she declared.
I smiled. “Fine. The usual place?”
“Yes.”
When we got to the restaurant we usually go to when Justine wants seafood, we only had to wait about ten minutes for a table, which wasn’t bad, considering we hadn’t made reservations. We hung our jackets and sat at a cozy corner table for two, a candle already lit and the wine menu open on the table.
“How about a glass of Vouvray to start with?” I asked Justine.
She nodded. I glanced at the man who had seated us, and he said, “Two glasses of Vouvray,” and went away.
Later, as we sipped the lovely, chilled pale gold of the wine and nibbled on some bread, Justine said, “I want you to do me a favor. To do us both a favor. I want you to give me a bunch of that money you just got.”
“For safekeeping?”
She looked puzzled for a second, then smiled. “No, not that kind of favor. I’m going to spend it. Right away.”
“How much are we talking about?”
She told me and I grinned, raising an eyebrow.
“Please,” she said with near desperation. “I really really want to do this. I have an idea. Only I can’t tell you. Well, I could, but I don’t want to. You’ll see soon enough. I just... I don’t know how to explain it. You’ve been so good, and we’ve been so good, and I’ve really learned a lot about myself and us and... Please? Can I just surprise you?”
I had an idea about what sort of surprise it would be, but I didn’t want to spoil her fun—or mine—so I tried not to think about it too much. I took out my wallet and grabbed a bunch of bills, more than she had asked for, and handed them over. “Go crazy,” I told her. “Whatever’s on your mind, don’t hold back. Get as deep as you want to go.”
She lit up with a sparkling smile, took the bills, and stuffed them into her purse. Then she finished her whole glass of wine and looked at me piercingly. I felt her hand on my leg under the table. She bent forward a bit so she could slide her hand up to squeeze my stiffening cock through the thin fabrics of my dress pants and boxers. I gave a little groan of pleasure as I smiled at her, then motioned with my eyes for her to stop; the waiter was returning to take our order.
She composed herself in time, letting go of me and pretending she had just picked her purse up off the floor. She ordered two one-pound lobsters, among other things, and some more Vouvray. I myself don’t like seafood, so I went with a bacon-wrapped filet mignon in a red wine reduction with mushrooms. I didn’t think the Vouvray would pair well with that, so I asked for a Barolo. Since I was blowing all my newly received money, why not go all the way?
The food took a little longer than it should have to arrive at the table, but I forgot that fact as soon as I took the first bite. It was the most delicious meal I’d had in a long time. For her part, Justine was eating with eyes half-closed, softly moaning with pleasure at every morsel of lobster meat that she dipped into melted butter and put between her lips. “It’s sooooo good...” she told me between mouthfuls.
“It must be,” I said. “I’m getting hard just listening to you.”
“Mmm, even better,” she said in a low voice. “You know, slurping this delicious meat is making me a little horny, too. We might need to change our plans for dessert.”
I thought about that as I sipped my Barolo, savoring its bouquet of roses with slight tinges of leather or tobacco, holding the glass up against the light of the candle and looking at how the top edge of the wine inside the glass faded slowly from deep red to brick red to orange and, finally, to a thin line of absolutely clear liquid. I looked at Justine over the top of the glass; she was mouthing her food with pursed lips and looking me directly in the eye with piercing lust. I thought of somehow getting under the tablecloth without anyone seeing me, of kissing her shins and rubbing her thighs and sliding the hem of her dress up over her knees, kissing my way between her pale inner thighs, pulling her ass to the edge of the seat and moving her panties aside with my tongue... I could lick and eat and treat her to orgasmic delight while she sipped her wine in the candlelight, our waiter supposing that I had gone to the restroom...
Or there was the restroom itself. Yes, that was a better idea...
I reached forward and touched her hand, still holding my wine in the other hand. “When we’re finished eating,” I said softly, “I think that we’ll both need to visit the restroom, don’t you?” I gave her hand a gentle squeeze.
“That’s a fine idea.”
After we had finished eating, the waiter asked us if we wanted dessert. I glanced at Justine but had to look away quickly or I knew I’d start laughing. “No need for the dessert menu,” I managed to say. “Just the check.”
He brought it a few minutes later. I was counting out cash to leave on the table when Justine stood and said, “I’ll be in the ladies’ room.” She winked and walked away. I quickly found the right bills, left a 20 percent tip, and got up, walking in the direction in which Justine had just gone.
There were two restrooms, each designed for one person and with a door that locked. The doors were side by side, mostly surrounded by a small section of wall that created an alcove for those waiting to go in. I saw that the door to the men’s room was open. I knocked on the ladies’ room door. After a few seconds, I had the sudden fear that someone else would open the door and then wonder why I had been knocking. But in a moment, the door opened quickly, a hand shot out to grab my wrist, and I was pulled inside.
Justine shut the door behind me and i
mmediately pinned me against a wall, her body pressed against mine from knees to shoulders, her tongue jammed into my mouth, sliding furiously around. I put my hands on her ass and pulled our groins together, letting my body slide down the wall a bit. We were both breathing hard with desperation, and I don’t think either of us could have managed words at that moment.
I spun around suddenly, holding her against the wall now, and I tried to pull down the fabric of her dress to expose her breasts as I kissed all over her cleavage. The fabric wasn’t stretchy enough, though, and there was a bra to contend with as well. Seeing that this path was too complicated for my urgency, I picked her up and carried her over to the toilet. The seat lid was down, so I placed her on it and sank to my knees before her, lifting her dress as I had recently imagined doing under our table. In reality, I was a lot quicker than I had been in my imagination. Justine leaned back, and I inserted a finger into her panties to pull them aside. I was a bit too swift in my motion, though, and I simply ripped through the fabric. I heard her gasp, and when I looked up at her, she just whispered, “Rip them off! Oh God, just rip them off!”
I did so, tearing away at the fabric and throwing the shreds on the floor, and then I jammed my face into her eager pussy, my tongue pressing hard and working at top speed, my lips slithering over hers. She whimpered and clutched the back of my head with both her hands. At that moment, I had the absurdly intrusive thought that I wasn’t sure the door was locked. Forgetting this, I held her legs firmly against my shoulders and ate her until, in a minute or so, I saw and felt the familiar twitching of her sex and slurped up all of the juices that oozed out of her.