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A fragment of a consigned piece I was hired to write. No tickling, but some content that I think will amuse some folks here. Hope you enjoy.
Myriads
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It was the sudden motion of the departing tabby cat, that had been sleeping in a warm nest of crumpled comforter at the foot of the bed, that caused him to look up from his book. He’d been fairly engrossed in the tale he was reading, and a good deal of time had passed since he’d gotten in from work, stripped, grabbed a piping hot shower, and crawled into the large king sized bed to relax under it’s many sheets and brightly colored warm blankets.
It was no great surprise to him, that it was his girlfriend’s entrance to the room that had caused the cat to take a hike. Experience had taught it that the bed might not be the most restful of places for long when both owners were about. With not even a disdainful look back, the cat darted around it’s mistresses legs and out of the room in a flash of fur and feet.
As he looked up, he caught her in the action of pulling her sweater off, in the classic double-handed over the head motion that he had an unusual fondness for, if only for that instant when the person’s arms and head were totally trapped by the material as it inside-outly bunched up, and it passed over the head. He enjoyed the pure vulnerability of that instant. She’d clearly rid herself of her jeans before entering the room, and he was able to enjoy an unobstructed voyeur’s dream view of her body. She was wearing only simple black cotton underwear, and an equally dark bra, both snugly covering some of his favorite parts of her. He took the moment to take in her beauty, in flesh, and in lithe action. Even after many years with her, he enjoyed the sight of her body, which, in his opinion, had improved with the passing of time. She was fit, carried little extra weight, and had just enough curves to bring a smile to his face every time he saw her like this.
Her head emerged from the sweater, crowned with an unruly mop of her long curly hair mussed even more then usual by it’s passage through the fabric tunnel it had just escaped from. She peered at him through some of the hanging curls with a wide smile that he knew meant she had plans.
Well he had plans also. He’d wanted to at least finish the chapter he had been reading. And she knew him well enough that the fact of that wouldn’t be a surprise to her. He rarely retreated to the bedroom to relax after a long day, and only did so when he honestly felt it was needful. A tiny bit of him sparked at the annoyance of the intrusion into his time. But he shoved the thought away quickly. Entertainment, at least that which comes from books and computers should always wait when faced with the attentions of someone whom you cared about. He’d made such mistakes in the past, and they had cost him. He was not a man to ignore the lessons of the past. He smiled back at her, and carefully bookmarked his place, and tossed the tome onto the end table that he used as a catch all for his stuff. The flat plop of it broke the rooms silence.
His thinking was already in motion; She expects some fun, and I’m happy to provide. But I think we’ll do this my way.
She’d reached the foot of the bed, and was crawling up it cat like, on hands and knees. It provided a favorite view of his. He enjoyed how her breasts hung and swayed slightly as she moved. Even secured in the bra, there was enough swing to arouse him, and he felt himself harden in enjoyment of the promise his eyes saw. He also loved how her hair hid her eyes as she came up the bed at him, every so often he’d catch a glimpse of them glinting with intent, through the thick locks.
“All relaxed?” she asked as she crawled on top of him, settling her weight over his hips, putting her hands around his head and pulling it closer, while also leaning close into his face to whisper it to him. She gently kissed him. There was a subtle taste of sweetness on her lips.
She smelled of spices. Subtle scents. It was in her hair, and on something she washed with. It was one thread of the unique smell of her. He always enjoyed it. Back when they were first dating, often he’d wake in the morning, after she’d left early for work, he’d still smell her on him, and it always made him happy. That spicy-musky her-ness all over him. It reminded him that she was his, and that he’d enjoyed her. So close in, she filled all his senses with aspects of herself. She was easy to become lost in.
Feeling his hard cock through the blankets and sheets, she wiggled her hips a bit, grinding down on him. Moving her lips to his ear, again she whispered, “But not too relaxed I see.” with a playful tone.
He could see this going many ways, but as he first thought, it would be his way. When she wanted, she could be very forceful and direct, but experience had taught him that she rarely thought about things going other then how they did at the moment. He could surprise her, and then things would unfold to his taste and pace. Not hers. Which, he admitted to himself, suited her as well.
He turned his head, and once again matched his lips to hers, and let a slow kiss unfold. He took his time, enjoyed the warmth of her lips. There was that sweet taste again, was it soda? Tea? No matter to him, he liked it. The feeling of her hair falling about both their faces was a nice soft feeling as it moved over his neck and slid along his shoulders. It was her tongue that entered his mouth first, and deepened the kiss. He liked how she would almost try to inhale him, taste him. He could feel her hunger and want in the kiss. He settled his hands onto her back, and felt the firmness of her body as he ran them up to her shoulders. His fingers traced the smooth skin, interrupted only by the soft cotton straps of the bra. Slowly he worked his left hand up the back of her neck and grasped the back of her head firmly with his long fingers, holding her firmly as the the kiss deepened and became the start of a pleasant battle. He pulled her head forward, and down into the kiss deeper, and slowly adjusted his grip. He spread his fingers, splayed them through her hair. Thick strands of it filled the areas between his fingers, By closing his hand, they became trapped, held tightly into his grasp, low at their roots. He thought about how much he was going to enjoy the next moments.
With a sudden firm motion, he pulled his hand back. He had released his grip on her head proper, and all the energy of his action was sent through all that thick hair he’d trapped between his fingers. It was a nice solid jerk. But because of the care of his grasp, there was no risk in pulling out her hair. The feeling of the pull however, well, he know she’d feel that.
She broke the kiss with a startled gasp. Her eyes moved from languid excitement to surprise. She wasn’t slow, and quickly realized what was coming, she managed a weak “Oh! No fair!” in response. Both her hands reached for his, but couldn’t get through her own thick hair to get at his fingers, leaving her grasping at the hand pointlessly.
He grinned at her. He loved that look, and that he always surprised her. The irony of it all was that he was going to give her exactly what she wanted, but never could ask for. In the end, all parties would be happy. The doing of it was important to her. That he chose to do it without being asked meant a lot to her. Almost as much as what he would do.
He kept pulling her head back by his grasp on her hair. As he did, he pulled his body out from under her, and started to force her backwards, bending her back into an arch, until she had to give back some of the ground she had taken in her climb up the bed, and drop off his lap. He liked the feeling the shifting weight of her made through the bedding. Not that he needed it to stay good and hard. Close in to her like this, playing with her, was more then enough to keep him excited.
He leaned in, and buried his face into her hair, and touched his lips to her ear. “Oh yes yes!” He whispered as he nipped at her earlobe, and let his tongue circle the small studded earring she wore. He worried the lobe with his teeth, biting softly, and then slowly with increasing pressure. From the sounds she made, he knew he was on the right track as always.
He kept the tension up on her hair, he was not giving her a chance to move away or escape what he planned. By slowly pressing his weight forward, aided by the fact that he’d pulled his legs up under him, he was slowly forcing her upper body backwards and down farther and farther, until her back was flush with the bed. As she had been kneeling, her legs had been folded on either side of him, and once on her back she tried to bring them up between them, and use the leverage they gave to push herself away and free from him. But he took advantage of the fact that he had been between them, and let the weight of his body fall onto her and kept her legs apart. All she could do was wrap them around his own as the sheets fell away and they settled into the position that he’d wanted.
He pinned her in place through the weight of his body on hers, laying slightly off center so much of his weight was taken by one of her hips, and his left shoulder. His left hand remained entwined in her wonderful hair, pulling her head back, exposing the expanse of her throat to him. She’d continued to scrabbled both of her hands back around his, trying to free herself from that grasp, but his hand was too firmly tangled low in her hair for her to be able to get it to let go. And when she tried to scratch him, or reach for his face, he’d give hard warning jerks on her hair that were very effective in reminding her to behave. Once she’d calm, he’d return to that steady pull that he knew she liked.
“I’m going to enjoy every inch of you.” he informed her in a friendly tone. One that he know would annoy her on one level, as she hated to be thought of as a toy for his pleasure, but would also get her revved up on another, as she loved to be made to do things when she had no way to stop them. He would always play with the mental friction that she felt over it in times like this. Pulling her apart mentally, and making her want it, was as much a part of the fun as the physical aspects of it all to him.
He turned his attentions to her neck and shoulders. He bit his way down them, taking full advantage of the fact that she couldn’t protect her exposed neck. Slowly pressing his teeth into her flesh, biting evenly, and leaving a trail of reddening marks as he went. Unable to move or turn her head, all she could do was gasp under the attention, and try to keep her breathing steady. She knew he’d take his time, tasting each spot of her he chose to explore, working her up with the harsh attention. The combination of the hair pulling and the bites made her head swim with the sensations. So much of him and her were in contact, and it felt so good. His hardness against her thigh was a distraction that cut through the other wonderful things he was doing. She ran her free foot up and down as much of his body as she could reach with her limited range of motion. The tightness of his leg and calf felt good under her foots stroking. The touching mattered so much.
He paused from nibbling on her shoulder, and his right hand brushed her hair back from her face, and he looked down into her eyes. They were slightly dilated with her excitement, a subtle counterpoint to the wetness he felt seeping through her underwear. It always was the small things he took pleasure in, and would fondly remember in future times, when pleasing himself. Her slightly ragged breathing, and the flush that spread a deep pink cast across her pale skin were two such things he liked. Looking at her like this, aroused by his actions was a sight he could enjoy for a long time.
“Lets fuck” she growled, putting as much of the want she felt into it as she could manage. She wiggled her trapped hips as best she could to emphasize the idea.
In reply, he leaned in and down, and gently bit her lip. And then kissed her forehead. From this close in, he gazed down directly into her eyes, and smiled. “All in good time, all in good time.”
Even as he spoke, she felt his hand slide under her body and clasp her bra. One handed, he undid it, a trick that had impressed her the first time he did it to her years ago, and still did today a bit. He trapped the clasp between two of his fingers and flipping it open with a smooth twisting motion. That hand then slid up and under the now loose garment, until it cradled a breast in it’s grasp, his thumb already working the nipple hard, stroking it with a nervous firm pressure.
“Be nice!” she ordered.
“Like this?” he replied, as the nipple was taken up between his thumb and forefinger. Slowly he started to roll it between them, increasing the pressure as time passed. He also began to pull too, stretching it, and forcing it to take on more of her own breasts weight. She was sensitive, and it hurt divinely. Along with the sounds she was making, her main reply to this new attention was arching her back up to press into the attention. “Yes!” was the only coherent sound he heard from her.
His mouth had found the other nipple. And like he had with her neck and shoulder, he started to nibble and bite it, slowly getting more and more aggressive as it grew harder under his mouth’s attentions. She grasped his head with both hands and pushed him into her as hard as she could. There was a level of pain that she loved, it woke up parts of her, and got her so wet and turned on. He walked that line well with her. Hurting her just enough to keep her spiraling up up up the levels of excitement, without becoming distracted by any one pain, and ruining the experience. He kept at her sensitive nipples just long enough to leave her breathless, frustrated, and worked up, reflexively grinding her hips into his body.
He then slowed things down, drawing out her frustration, playing with her want. He enjoyed watching her as she got aroused, once again making note of how her body flushed, a fact that he always mentioned, which always caused her to blush even more furiously. A charming reaction that he loved. It got him off knowing how much he could get her worked up and wanting it. He continued to play with her tits, stroking and fondling, as he watched her try to gain some composure. He’d released her hair, and was now sitting upon her hips, much as she had started the game, the only difference being only that her thin cotton undergarment separated their bodies now, rather then all the bedding had before.
He grasped her wrists in his left hand and forced them back up over her head, and let his body settle on hers, his weight pressing down on her. He used his free hand to trace about on her torso, and breasts. Sometimes stroking a nipple, others just touching, making more contact. He nibbled on her jaw line and got a kick out of how she would try to shake him off it by tossing her head from side to side. A failing tactic, as from his position he could force his attentions on any part of her head he could reach. She fought hard to free her arms, but the position and his strength made it a hopeless battle. All she could do was hope he’d get bored and let her go, or that she could distract him somehow.
That was not his plan. And he spent several minutes biting her in various places from ears to nipples, before forcing her into another deep kiss. This time he was the aggressor with his tongue, and as he explored, he’d nip at her lips.
Satisfied with his work for a bit, he paused with his attentions, and toyed with her bra, which was tangled around her elbows, where it had come to rest when he’d pulled it off and away, when he wanted to get at its fun contents.
“I’m going to tie your wrists together. I’ll use your bra if I have to, but would prefer a proper binding. Give me your word you’ll let me.” He nipped her neck as he finished speaking. Then looked down into her eyes, smiling, waiting for her answer.
She nodded yes. And relaxed the tension in her body in anticipation of being let free.
He let her go, and swung his body off hers, and hopped up from the bed and went to the bureau where they kept various toys and equipment for times like this. She enjoyed the view of his ass as he bent to search for what he wanted from the lowest drawer. She had a momentary thought of grasping it firmly while he was on and in her, forcing him deeper. The thing about sex that made it so much more then getting herself off alone, was the raw presence of other, touching, filling, being. Nothing could really ever replace that for her. She pulled her legs around and sat at the foot of the bed, watching him and daydreamed. She pulled the limp bra off her arms and tossed it to the floor. Unconsciously she ran her hands over her breasts. Sensitized by his attentions, her nipples felt good to rub, and with free hands she saw no reason to deny herself the pleasure.
Finding a binding that suited him, he turned and moved back to her on the bed with it stretched between his hands. “Put out your hands.” he ordered.
Instead of complying, she put them behind her back and smiled as she shook her head no. “I never said I’d let you do it NOW.”
He enjoyed the ‘Oh I’m so innocent’ look she wore as she chose to play games. But it would win her no slack he thought.
“Oh you’ll do it and more!” was his reply. At the same time he sat him self down on the corner of the bed next to her, smoothly grabbed her hair again in one hand, and before she was able to realize what he was doing, pulled toward him and down, forcing her to follow his lead, until she found herself over his lap, fighting for her balance, as not to fall head first into the floor.
Even as she steadied herself by planting both hands onto the floor, regaining her balance, she felt her underwear being skinned off in a smooth motion, the cooler air of the room feeling sort of nice on her upturned ass.
“This is for misleading with intent!” he announced. SMACK! His open left palm landed across her left ass cheek with a stinging firmness. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! the impacts continued in a steady rhythm. Each was paced to allow enough time for the pain from the contact to change to a warm radiant hurt before the next arrived with its sharp new payload of ouch. She squirmed to escape them, but over his knee as she was, fighting to keep her balance with her hands to the floor, and his his right hand holding her hair firmly, all she could do was kick the bed with her feet weakly, and twist a bit side to side. It was not enough to escape the fierce spanking he was delivering.
“And this is because I can!” was what she heard as his hand moved to the other side of her ass, to warm that half to a hot redness to match the first.
He continued until he felt he was satisfied that he’d given her something to think about other then what she might have been planning, and her protests had turned from demands to stop into a quiet acceptance of the spanking with sharp intakes of breath and sounds that were not far from pleasure.
He dipped a hand between her legs, feeling her wetness, and provoking a gasp in the process. He’d had enough play, and wanted her.
Releasing her hair, he grabbed her firmly by the shoulders and pulled her up and onto the bed with him fully, flipping her onto her back in the process. As she reached up to him, he took one of her wrists in each hand, and pushed them over her head, holding them down firmly, and bore down onto her with his weight. Hard, he easily slid into her. He took a moment to slowly savor the moment, the delicious feeling of entry, her surrounding his excitement with her warmness. How she bucked her hips up to take him deeper, and the tightness she held him with.
He buried his face into her hair and kissed her neck, whispered his pleasure to her, and matched his hips cadence to hers. She locked her heels behind his knees, and she used the leverage to deepen his strokes, forcing them to rub her with each thrust in that ‘just right’ way. The friction was delicious, and both of them could feel the others reaction to it. Together their breathing grew ragged and moist.
She whispered nonsense joy to him, nuzzled his neck, and thrilled to his own gasps in her ear. The orgasm was a surprise to her, uncoiling like a broken spring from deep within her before she expected it. She shuddered with the raw feeling of good it washed her whole body with, and the throaty gasping moan she made as it slammed into her, pushed him over the edge of his control also. She felt him tighten, and grow even harder within her for a moment, and then he groaned deeply, and with a full body spasm, came hard. She’d often tease him about his head to toe orgasms, but secretly loved the fact that she could rip them from him. With this one she’d thought he had said “Yes” but it was as much grunt as word. She felt the tension drain from him like water out a drain, and his body go to dead weight.
Spent, they lay tangled in each other. Their hands clasped in each others, both breathing deeply. She enjoyed the weight of him on her, it was comforting, and not at all difficult to bear. She kissed his neck, and savored the sweat-salty taste of him. He was always a bit distant and sluggish after he came like this, he’d once told her that cumming for him felt like a dam bursting. A rush of energy that swept him up, and left him tossed and wasted after. He didn’t fall asleep, but he’d be dazed for a good bit after. Pliant.
He made a happy sound a she slowly rolled him off her, and she cuddled into his side, and let her freed hands explore his body. It was sweaty slick from their fun. One of them found his cock, and she absentmindedly played with is as she watched him, hardening it in her grasp without too much difficulty. He shivered and gasped a bit as she stroked the sensitive underside. She could make him lift his hips in little spasms. A naughty idea crossed her mind, she grinend.
The length of soft rope he’d brought back from the dresser to tie her with lay discarded at the side of the bed, where he’d dropped it during the spanking portion of the evening, forgotten. With dexterous toes she caught it up with her foot, and lofted it up to her free hand. She guessed that she would have about five to ten minutes before he’d be in any shape to resist her. Yes she had ideas....
Myriads
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It was the sudden motion of the departing tabby cat, that had been sleeping in a warm nest of crumpled comforter at the foot of the bed, that caused him to look up from his book. He’d been fairly engrossed in the tale he was reading, and a good deal of time had passed since he’d gotten in from work, stripped, grabbed a piping hot shower, and crawled into the large king sized bed to relax under it’s many sheets and brightly colored warm blankets.
It was no great surprise to him, that it was his girlfriend’s entrance to the room that had caused the cat to take a hike. Experience had taught it that the bed might not be the most restful of places for long when both owners were about. With not even a disdainful look back, the cat darted around it’s mistresses legs and out of the room in a flash of fur and feet.
As he looked up, he caught her in the action of pulling her sweater off, in the classic double-handed over the head motion that he had an unusual fondness for, if only for that instant when the person’s arms and head were totally trapped by the material as it inside-outly bunched up, and it passed over the head. He enjoyed the pure vulnerability of that instant. She’d clearly rid herself of her jeans before entering the room, and he was able to enjoy an unobstructed voyeur’s dream view of her body. She was wearing only simple black cotton underwear, and an equally dark bra, both snugly covering some of his favorite parts of her. He took the moment to take in her beauty, in flesh, and in lithe action. Even after many years with her, he enjoyed the sight of her body, which, in his opinion, had improved with the passing of time. She was fit, carried little extra weight, and had just enough curves to bring a smile to his face every time he saw her like this.
Her head emerged from the sweater, crowned with an unruly mop of her long curly hair mussed even more then usual by it’s passage through the fabric tunnel it had just escaped from. She peered at him through some of the hanging curls with a wide smile that he knew meant she had plans.
Well he had plans also. He’d wanted to at least finish the chapter he had been reading. And she knew him well enough that the fact of that wouldn’t be a surprise to her. He rarely retreated to the bedroom to relax after a long day, and only did so when he honestly felt it was needful. A tiny bit of him sparked at the annoyance of the intrusion into his time. But he shoved the thought away quickly. Entertainment, at least that which comes from books and computers should always wait when faced with the attentions of someone whom you cared about. He’d made such mistakes in the past, and they had cost him. He was not a man to ignore the lessons of the past. He smiled back at her, and carefully bookmarked his place, and tossed the tome onto the end table that he used as a catch all for his stuff. The flat plop of it broke the rooms silence.
His thinking was already in motion; She expects some fun, and I’m happy to provide. But I think we’ll do this my way.
She’d reached the foot of the bed, and was crawling up it cat like, on hands and knees. It provided a favorite view of his. He enjoyed how her breasts hung and swayed slightly as she moved. Even secured in the bra, there was enough swing to arouse him, and he felt himself harden in enjoyment of the promise his eyes saw. He also loved how her hair hid her eyes as she came up the bed at him, every so often he’d catch a glimpse of them glinting with intent, through the thick locks.
“All relaxed?” she asked as she crawled on top of him, settling her weight over his hips, putting her hands around his head and pulling it closer, while also leaning close into his face to whisper it to him. She gently kissed him. There was a subtle taste of sweetness on her lips.
She smelled of spices. Subtle scents. It was in her hair, and on something she washed with. It was one thread of the unique smell of her. He always enjoyed it. Back when they were first dating, often he’d wake in the morning, after she’d left early for work, he’d still smell her on him, and it always made him happy. That spicy-musky her-ness all over him. It reminded him that she was his, and that he’d enjoyed her. So close in, she filled all his senses with aspects of herself. She was easy to become lost in.
Feeling his hard cock through the blankets and sheets, she wiggled her hips a bit, grinding down on him. Moving her lips to his ear, again she whispered, “But not too relaxed I see.” with a playful tone.
He could see this going many ways, but as he first thought, it would be his way. When she wanted, she could be very forceful and direct, but experience had taught him that she rarely thought about things going other then how they did at the moment. He could surprise her, and then things would unfold to his taste and pace. Not hers. Which, he admitted to himself, suited her as well.
He turned his head, and once again matched his lips to hers, and let a slow kiss unfold. He took his time, enjoyed the warmth of her lips. There was that sweet taste again, was it soda? Tea? No matter to him, he liked it. The feeling of her hair falling about both their faces was a nice soft feeling as it moved over his neck and slid along his shoulders. It was her tongue that entered his mouth first, and deepened the kiss. He liked how she would almost try to inhale him, taste him. He could feel her hunger and want in the kiss. He settled his hands onto her back, and felt the firmness of her body as he ran them up to her shoulders. His fingers traced the smooth skin, interrupted only by the soft cotton straps of the bra. Slowly he worked his left hand up the back of her neck and grasped the back of her head firmly with his long fingers, holding her firmly as the the kiss deepened and became the start of a pleasant battle. He pulled her head forward, and down into the kiss deeper, and slowly adjusted his grip. He spread his fingers, splayed them through her hair. Thick strands of it filled the areas between his fingers, By closing his hand, they became trapped, held tightly into his grasp, low at their roots. He thought about how much he was going to enjoy the next moments.
With a sudden firm motion, he pulled his hand back. He had released his grip on her head proper, and all the energy of his action was sent through all that thick hair he’d trapped between his fingers. It was a nice solid jerk. But because of the care of his grasp, there was no risk in pulling out her hair. The feeling of the pull however, well, he know she’d feel that.
She broke the kiss with a startled gasp. Her eyes moved from languid excitement to surprise. She wasn’t slow, and quickly realized what was coming, she managed a weak “Oh! No fair!” in response. Both her hands reached for his, but couldn’t get through her own thick hair to get at his fingers, leaving her grasping at the hand pointlessly.
He grinned at her. He loved that look, and that he always surprised her. The irony of it all was that he was going to give her exactly what she wanted, but never could ask for. In the end, all parties would be happy. The doing of it was important to her. That he chose to do it without being asked meant a lot to her. Almost as much as what he would do.
He kept pulling her head back by his grasp on her hair. As he did, he pulled his body out from under her, and started to force her backwards, bending her back into an arch, until she had to give back some of the ground she had taken in her climb up the bed, and drop off his lap. He liked the feeling the shifting weight of her made through the bedding. Not that he needed it to stay good and hard. Close in to her like this, playing with her, was more then enough to keep him excited.
He leaned in, and buried his face into her hair, and touched his lips to her ear. “Oh yes yes!” He whispered as he nipped at her earlobe, and let his tongue circle the small studded earring she wore. He worried the lobe with his teeth, biting softly, and then slowly with increasing pressure. From the sounds she made, he knew he was on the right track as always.
He kept the tension up on her hair, he was not giving her a chance to move away or escape what he planned. By slowly pressing his weight forward, aided by the fact that he’d pulled his legs up under him, he was slowly forcing her upper body backwards and down farther and farther, until her back was flush with the bed. As she had been kneeling, her legs had been folded on either side of him, and once on her back she tried to bring them up between them, and use the leverage they gave to push herself away and free from him. But he took advantage of the fact that he had been between them, and let the weight of his body fall onto her and kept her legs apart. All she could do was wrap them around his own as the sheets fell away and they settled into the position that he’d wanted.
He pinned her in place through the weight of his body on hers, laying slightly off center so much of his weight was taken by one of her hips, and his left shoulder. His left hand remained entwined in her wonderful hair, pulling her head back, exposing the expanse of her throat to him. She’d continued to scrabbled both of her hands back around his, trying to free herself from that grasp, but his hand was too firmly tangled low in her hair for her to be able to get it to let go. And when she tried to scratch him, or reach for his face, he’d give hard warning jerks on her hair that were very effective in reminding her to behave. Once she’d calm, he’d return to that steady pull that he knew she liked.
“I’m going to enjoy every inch of you.” he informed her in a friendly tone. One that he know would annoy her on one level, as she hated to be thought of as a toy for his pleasure, but would also get her revved up on another, as she loved to be made to do things when she had no way to stop them. He would always play with the mental friction that she felt over it in times like this. Pulling her apart mentally, and making her want it, was as much a part of the fun as the physical aspects of it all to him.
He turned his attentions to her neck and shoulders. He bit his way down them, taking full advantage of the fact that she couldn’t protect her exposed neck. Slowly pressing his teeth into her flesh, biting evenly, and leaving a trail of reddening marks as he went. Unable to move or turn her head, all she could do was gasp under the attention, and try to keep her breathing steady. She knew he’d take his time, tasting each spot of her he chose to explore, working her up with the harsh attention. The combination of the hair pulling and the bites made her head swim with the sensations. So much of him and her were in contact, and it felt so good. His hardness against her thigh was a distraction that cut through the other wonderful things he was doing. She ran her free foot up and down as much of his body as she could reach with her limited range of motion. The tightness of his leg and calf felt good under her foots stroking. The touching mattered so much.
He paused from nibbling on her shoulder, and his right hand brushed her hair back from her face, and he looked down into her eyes. They were slightly dilated with her excitement, a subtle counterpoint to the wetness he felt seeping through her underwear. It always was the small things he took pleasure in, and would fondly remember in future times, when pleasing himself. Her slightly ragged breathing, and the flush that spread a deep pink cast across her pale skin were two such things he liked. Looking at her like this, aroused by his actions was a sight he could enjoy for a long time.
“Lets fuck” she growled, putting as much of the want she felt into it as she could manage. She wiggled her trapped hips as best she could to emphasize the idea.
In reply, he leaned in and down, and gently bit her lip. And then kissed her forehead. From this close in, he gazed down directly into her eyes, and smiled. “All in good time, all in good time.”
Even as he spoke, she felt his hand slide under her body and clasp her bra. One handed, he undid it, a trick that had impressed her the first time he did it to her years ago, and still did today a bit. He trapped the clasp between two of his fingers and flipping it open with a smooth twisting motion. That hand then slid up and under the now loose garment, until it cradled a breast in it’s grasp, his thumb already working the nipple hard, stroking it with a nervous firm pressure.
“Be nice!” she ordered.
“Like this?” he replied, as the nipple was taken up between his thumb and forefinger. Slowly he started to roll it between them, increasing the pressure as time passed. He also began to pull too, stretching it, and forcing it to take on more of her own breasts weight. She was sensitive, and it hurt divinely. Along with the sounds she was making, her main reply to this new attention was arching her back up to press into the attention. “Yes!” was the only coherent sound he heard from her.
His mouth had found the other nipple. And like he had with her neck and shoulder, he started to nibble and bite it, slowly getting more and more aggressive as it grew harder under his mouth’s attentions. She grasped his head with both hands and pushed him into her as hard as she could. There was a level of pain that she loved, it woke up parts of her, and got her so wet and turned on. He walked that line well with her. Hurting her just enough to keep her spiraling up up up the levels of excitement, without becoming distracted by any one pain, and ruining the experience. He kept at her sensitive nipples just long enough to leave her breathless, frustrated, and worked up, reflexively grinding her hips into his body.
He then slowed things down, drawing out her frustration, playing with her want. He enjoyed watching her as she got aroused, once again making note of how her body flushed, a fact that he always mentioned, which always caused her to blush even more furiously. A charming reaction that he loved. It got him off knowing how much he could get her worked up and wanting it. He continued to play with her tits, stroking and fondling, as he watched her try to gain some composure. He’d released her hair, and was now sitting upon her hips, much as she had started the game, the only difference being only that her thin cotton undergarment separated their bodies now, rather then all the bedding had before.
He grasped her wrists in his left hand and forced them back up over her head, and let his body settle on hers, his weight pressing down on her. He used his free hand to trace about on her torso, and breasts. Sometimes stroking a nipple, others just touching, making more contact. He nibbled on her jaw line and got a kick out of how she would try to shake him off it by tossing her head from side to side. A failing tactic, as from his position he could force his attentions on any part of her head he could reach. She fought hard to free her arms, but the position and his strength made it a hopeless battle. All she could do was hope he’d get bored and let her go, or that she could distract him somehow.
That was not his plan. And he spent several minutes biting her in various places from ears to nipples, before forcing her into another deep kiss. This time he was the aggressor with his tongue, and as he explored, he’d nip at her lips.
Satisfied with his work for a bit, he paused with his attentions, and toyed with her bra, which was tangled around her elbows, where it had come to rest when he’d pulled it off and away, when he wanted to get at its fun contents.
“I’m going to tie your wrists together. I’ll use your bra if I have to, but would prefer a proper binding. Give me your word you’ll let me.” He nipped her neck as he finished speaking. Then looked down into her eyes, smiling, waiting for her answer.
She nodded yes. And relaxed the tension in her body in anticipation of being let free.
He let her go, and swung his body off hers, and hopped up from the bed and went to the bureau where they kept various toys and equipment for times like this. She enjoyed the view of his ass as he bent to search for what he wanted from the lowest drawer. She had a momentary thought of grasping it firmly while he was on and in her, forcing him deeper. The thing about sex that made it so much more then getting herself off alone, was the raw presence of other, touching, filling, being. Nothing could really ever replace that for her. She pulled her legs around and sat at the foot of the bed, watching him and daydreamed. She pulled the limp bra off her arms and tossed it to the floor. Unconsciously she ran her hands over her breasts. Sensitized by his attentions, her nipples felt good to rub, and with free hands she saw no reason to deny herself the pleasure.
Finding a binding that suited him, he turned and moved back to her on the bed with it stretched between his hands. “Put out your hands.” he ordered.
Instead of complying, she put them behind her back and smiled as she shook her head no. “I never said I’d let you do it NOW.”
He enjoyed the ‘Oh I’m so innocent’ look she wore as she chose to play games. But it would win her no slack he thought.
“Oh you’ll do it and more!” was his reply. At the same time he sat him self down on the corner of the bed next to her, smoothly grabbed her hair again in one hand, and before she was able to realize what he was doing, pulled toward him and down, forcing her to follow his lead, until she found herself over his lap, fighting for her balance, as not to fall head first into the floor.
Even as she steadied herself by planting both hands onto the floor, regaining her balance, she felt her underwear being skinned off in a smooth motion, the cooler air of the room feeling sort of nice on her upturned ass.
“This is for misleading with intent!” he announced. SMACK! His open left palm landed across her left ass cheek with a stinging firmness. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! the impacts continued in a steady rhythm. Each was paced to allow enough time for the pain from the contact to change to a warm radiant hurt before the next arrived with its sharp new payload of ouch. She squirmed to escape them, but over his knee as she was, fighting to keep her balance with her hands to the floor, and his his right hand holding her hair firmly, all she could do was kick the bed with her feet weakly, and twist a bit side to side. It was not enough to escape the fierce spanking he was delivering.
“And this is because I can!” was what she heard as his hand moved to the other side of her ass, to warm that half to a hot redness to match the first.
He continued until he felt he was satisfied that he’d given her something to think about other then what she might have been planning, and her protests had turned from demands to stop into a quiet acceptance of the spanking with sharp intakes of breath and sounds that were not far from pleasure.
He dipped a hand between her legs, feeling her wetness, and provoking a gasp in the process. He’d had enough play, and wanted her.
Releasing her hair, he grabbed her firmly by the shoulders and pulled her up and onto the bed with him fully, flipping her onto her back in the process. As she reached up to him, he took one of her wrists in each hand, and pushed them over her head, holding them down firmly, and bore down onto her with his weight. Hard, he easily slid into her. He took a moment to slowly savor the moment, the delicious feeling of entry, her surrounding his excitement with her warmness. How she bucked her hips up to take him deeper, and the tightness she held him with.
He buried his face into her hair and kissed her neck, whispered his pleasure to her, and matched his hips cadence to hers. She locked her heels behind his knees, and she used the leverage to deepen his strokes, forcing them to rub her with each thrust in that ‘just right’ way. The friction was delicious, and both of them could feel the others reaction to it. Together their breathing grew ragged and moist.
She whispered nonsense joy to him, nuzzled his neck, and thrilled to his own gasps in her ear. The orgasm was a surprise to her, uncoiling like a broken spring from deep within her before she expected it. She shuddered with the raw feeling of good it washed her whole body with, and the throaty gasping moan she made as it slammed into her, pushed him over the edge of his control also. She felt him tighten, and grow even harder within her for a moment, and then he groaned deeply, and with a full body spasm, came hard. She’d often tease him about his head to toe orgasms, but secretly loved the fact that she could rip them from him. With this one she’d thought he had said “Yes” but it was as much grunt as word. She felt the tension drain from him like water out a drain, and his body go to dead weight.
Spent, they lay tangled in each other. Their hands clasped in each others, both breathing deeply. She enjoyed the weight of him on her, it was comforting, and not at all difficult to bear. She kissed his neck, and savored the sweat-salty taste of him. He was always a bit distant and sluggish after he came like this, he’d once told her that cumming for him felt like a dam bursting. A rush of energy that swept him up, and left him tossed and wasted after. He didn’t fall asleep, but he’d be dazed for a good bit after. Pliant.
He made a happy sound a she slowly rolled him off her, and she cuddled into his side, and let her freed hands explore his body. It was sweaty slick from their fun. One of them found his cock, and she absentmindedly played with is as she watched him, hardening it in her grasp without too much difficulty. He shivered and gasped a bit as she stroked the sensitive underside. She could make him lift his hips in little spasms. A naughty idea crossed her mind, she grinend.
The length of soft rope he’d brought back from the dresser to tie her with lay discarded at the side of the bed, where he’d dropped it during the spanking portion of the evening, forgotten. With dexterous toes she caught it up with her foot, and lofted it up to her free hand. She guessed that she would have about five to ten minutes before he’d be in any shape to resist her. Yes she had ideas....
