SEVEN
I used some of my old neckties and some of her stockings. Luckily, our
double bed had an old-fashioned barred headboard and footboard. I spread-eagled
her in the center of it and tied her that way, stretching her arms and legs
tightly.
She was unbelievably beautiful.
I took off the rest of my clothes. I stepped to the side of the bed,
looking down at her. Her face was ecstatic. She was breathing rapidly. The
nipples of her slightly flattened but still full breasts were hard and stiff. I
sat down on the side of the bed and put my hand over one of them. She moaned.
Then, as she had before, she asked, "Do you like me this way?"
"God!" I said.
"Then take me, Mel. Please take me."
Christ knows I wanted to. But I said, "Pat...what are we doing?..."
"I don't know," she said. "You're punishing me."
I shook my head. "I'm not angry now."
"But you're excited. You like this."
"Yes..."
"Then who cares? Take me."
"I don't know what we're getting--"
"Oh please, Mel. Please. Do you want me to suck you again?"
"Pat..."
"Listen," she said quickly. "Think about Harris. Think about how I made
it with him."
"Cut it out," I said roughly.
"Think about how I sucked his cock. I sucked him off and he came in my
mouth and I--"
"Damn you!"
"Yes. Do you want to hit me again?"
"No."
"Yes, you do. Go ahead. Beat me. I'm a whore, and I fucked old Harris
until he told me to stop, and I went down--"
I jumped up with a cry of rage. The first thing I saw was the
terry-cloth belt I had tied her hands with before. I had thrown it on a chair,
and now I picked it up and, without thinking, doubled it over, holding the two
ends in my hand.
I turned on her. She was watching me with wide eyes--a little
frightened, but eager. Eager.
"You bitch," I rasped out. "You want this!"
"Yes," she moaned. "Do it. Do it!"
I swung the belt and brought it down on her stomach.
The belt was soft and wide, and I didn't swing it with all my strength;
but still it made a solid whacking sound against her flesh, and it must have
hurt. She groaned loudly and her body jerked with the blow.
And she said: "More."
I did it again. Harder.
After the fourth one, she started to cry. But she didn't want me to
stop. And by then I didn't want to.
The eighth one landed across her breasts, making her scream. After that
I dropped the belt and fell on top of her. I was inside her with one thrust.
Her cunt was soaking wet, but still tight, beautifully tight. Her tautly
stretched body writhed and rippled beneath me like a tethered snake. I plunged
strongly in and out of her, and her squirming hips moved with me as well as they
could. I mashed my mouth down on hers and she met it eagerly, moaning against my
lips, her tongue pushing into my mouth and exploring it with wild abandon. We
were still kissing when I sensed her starting to climax. I kept my mouth on hers
and moved harder. Her body strained against the bonds that held her wrists and
ankles. She tried to move her mouth away, but I wouldn't let her. I wanted to
feel her orgasm coming from her mouth. I brought my hands to her hair and held
her so that she couldn't move her head, kissing her deeply while fucking more
deeply inside her, urging her on. The series of sounds, growing higher and
higher in pitch, which always heralded her coming, were going from her throat
directly into mine, until at last she screamed into my mouth and erupted.
I released her head then. I hadn't come. I waited until she had
recovered somewhat, and then started moving again. I went more slowly now,
relishing the erotic helplessness of the soft, tightly stretched body beneath
me. I didn't understand what was happening to us, but I didn't really care any
more. It seemed to turn us both on, more strongly than ever before. Still, part
of me worried. Where would it take us?
"Mel," Pat moaned in my ear. "Oh, Mel...I love you...."
"I love you too," I answered, thrusting at her.
"Oh...oh...oh Jesus GOD!" she cried, and spiraled into orgasm again.
It had never happened so quickly for her before, or so close together. I
watched her straining at the bonds, saw them cutting into the flesh of her
wrists, felt the muscles tensing in her thighs. It made my head throb and
brought me nearly to the brink of climax.
But when she relaxed a little, I said, "Do you want me to untie you?"
She shook her head. "No," she breathed. "No. I want you to keep me like
this. All night long."
And then I came.
#
Some time in the middle of the night, I woke up. She was moaning softly.
In the darkness I could see only the dim outline of her spread and tethered body
beside me. My legs were lying over one of her legs, my head near her
outstretched arm. I could feel the muscles in her leg quivering and jerking
irregularly.
I decided to untie her now, whether she liked it or not. But I didn't
move. I lay there, aware of the strained and trembling flesh, listening to the
sounds she was making.
My cock was hard as a rock.
After a minute I rolled over on top of her and fucked her again.
She came three times before I did.
After that I untied her finally, and we slept.
#
In the morning she woke me with her mouth on my prick. I almost came
before I was fully awake, but when I realized what was happening, I held myself
back. I pushed myself up to look at her.
"Jesus Christ!" I said.
She was lying across the bed with her head in my crotch. And her legs
were tied together. She had taken the things I had tied her to the bed with, and
had trussed her ankles together with a necktie, and tied stockings like ropes
around her calves, her knees, and her thighs. She had tied them tightly, too; I
could see the flesh bulging around them as they cut into her.
She took her mouth away just enough to speak, though her hand kept
stroking my cock. "Mel," she said breathlessly. "I love being tied up. I love
it. I want you to keep me tied all the time. Please."
My stomach did a flip. I tried to make a joke of it. "It might be
difficult when you're working," I said.
She wriggled herself around until she was lying beside me, on her
stomach. She put her hands behind her back, wrists crossed. Tie my hands, Mel,"
she pleaded. "Now. Please."
I hesitated. Not for long. I found another necktie and bound her wrists
together.
She started to breathe rapidly. "Oh god..." she whimpered. "Oh, that's
wonderful. I can't do anything. Oh Jesus, Mel. Do something to me. Do something
dirty to me."
I rolled her over on her back, her tethered hands beneath her. Her
nipples were stiff little spikes set into her lovely, heaving breasts. My cock
was still very hard.
"You didn't finish sucking me," I said. "I want to fuck your face now."
"Oh yes..." she panted. "Yes...." Her mouth opened, a waiting receptacle
for my lust-maddened prong.
I clambered over her and lowered my crotch to her face, feeding myself
into her welcoming mouth. Her lips closed over me and I began to move back and
forth, slowly. She panted through her nostrils, and little moans and whimpers
came from deep in her throat as I fucked her beautiful mouth.
With each stroke I fed myself a little further in, until she started to
gag a little. I let up then, but she made a protesting noise around my prick,
and her tongue stroked it in a way that seemed to be urging me on. So I
continued, paying no more attention to her gagging, and after a while her throat
relaxed and she was able to take me in all the way.
I could have come any time, but I deliberately kept up a slow, easy
rhythm, not wanting this to end. I was lost now, I knew. I loved this. I loved
having this power over her. I loved having her naked and helpless, bound hand
and foot and painfully, servilely sucking my marauding cock. I loved it as much
as she did.
"Bitch," I said hoarsely, pumping into her.
"Mmm," she moaned around my flesh, assenting.
"Whore. Cocksucker. Cunt."
"Mmmm..."
"Slave."
"Aahh...Mmmm...Ummm..." She writhed in her bonds, sucking and moaning,
the breath whistling in her nostrils.
I thought of something. "You know," I panted, "when I fucked Emma, I
came on her tits. Did I tell you that?"
"Mm..." she said.
"What I want to do now...is come in your face. All over your face. Would
you like that, Patricia? Little whore? Hmm?"
"Ummm..." She nodded her head, her eyes wide. Her body twisted wildly.
"Then suck me off," I rasped, speeding up my thrusts. "Suck that load
out of me so I can splash it all over your pretty face. Suck!" I plunged
strongly now, raping her mouth, going deeply into her throat, and she tightened
her lips around me, groaning and swirling her tongue over my lunging tool.
When I knew I was ready to come, I reached down and grabbed her hair
with one hand to keep her head still, and just as I was about to shoot, I pulled
out of her mouth, holding my prick with my other hand and aiming it right
between her eyes. The stuff shot out and splattered into her face. I shot again
and again, hitting her cheeks, her eyes, her mouth. The thick white sperm ran
down the sides of her face and into her hair. When I was finished, I shook the
last sticky drops onto her nose, and then stuck my now-limp prick back into her
mouth and let her suck it clean.
"Oh, dear god," Pat panted as I rose from her. "That was...
incredible...Oh Mel...."
"You look great with my come all over your face," I told her.
"Oh...I want to see....Let me see...."
I got her hand mirror from the dressing table and held it in front of
her so she could see her face. She gasped. "Oh yes! Oh...oh god...ohh...."
She was squirming and trying to rub her tethered legs together. I put my
hand on her leg and then forced my fingers between her tight-pressed thighs,
wiggling them up toward her cunt. As soon as I touched her clitoris, she
climaxed, her bound body madly bucking and flopping about on the bed.
Then I left her there and went in to take a shower.
It was Sunday and neither of us had to go to work, so I took my time.
When I came back, she was lying on her side, looking as though she was hurting,
and enjoying it. "Your turn," I said. "You could use a shower too."
"No," she moaned. "I want to stay like this."
"Tough," I said, and began to untie her legs. But I left her hands tied
behind her. She got off the bed and walked with me into the bathroom. There was
a special quality about the way she walked with her hands tied like that, a kind
of servile grace, that was powerfully erotic. I felt a charge in my blood, but
my cock felt as though it was used up for the week.
I helped her into the bathtub and turned on the shower for her, then got
in with her and soaped her body all over. We had often taken showers together,
but never like this. I scrubbed her down and then let her rinse off. Then I
kissed her. She pressed herself into me and squirmed her wet, naked body against
mine.
I pulled away and stepped out of the tub. "What you need is a cold
shower," I said. I reached for the faucets and turned the hot water off, at the
same time increasing the cold. She shrieked as the icy spray hit her full-blast.
She turned her back on it and tried to step out of range, but I followed her
with the moveable shower head.
"Oh god!" she screamed. "It's cold!" She turned again and tried
awkwardly to get out of the tub, but instead fell to her knees on the rubber
mat. I kept the water trained on her. Shrieking and blubbering, she slid onto
her side and then lay full-length on the bottom of the bathtub, thrashing
helplessly as I played the ice-cold water over the length of her body. She
maneuvered herself frantically onto her stomach, and then onto her back, her
legs kicking wildly, her arms straining futilely at the cloth that bound her
wrists as she rolled over and over in a desperate effort to find relief from the
tormenting stream.
At last I turned the water off, and she lay still, shivering and sobbing
against the white tile. I reached down and pulled her up, then helped her out of
the tub. I got a large bath towel and started to dry her off.
"Bastard," she gasped when she could speak. But her eyes were shining.
I finished drying her and took her back to the bedroom, arms still tied.
She was worked up again, but I was still petered out, and hungry. "I'm going to
have to untie you now," I said. "I want some breakfast."
"Fuck me first," she pleaded.
"Christ, I can't any more right now."
"Yes you can," she said. She went on her knees in front of me and
lowered her head.
Yes I could.
#
"Okay," I said after a few minutes, falling back on the bed. "But you
ride me this time."
She got herself up and clambered awkwardly onto the bed, straddling my
hips. I held my now-erect dick upright so that she could take it inside her. She
lowered herself over it with a quick hissing intake of breath, and moaned softly
as she sank down until she had impaled herself with it completely.
Her thighs worked as she began to pump herself up and down. Her breasts,
which appeared particularly prominent and defenseless because of her pulled-back
arms, bounced and jiggled alluringly. I raised my hands to cover those shapely
globes, squeezing them a little. Then I took the hard, outthrust nipples between
my fingers and thumbs and twiddled them. Pat groaned. I pinched them harder and
twisted a little.
Her head fell back and her mouth opened, gasping; the tempo of her
movements increased. I twisted the nipples a little further, and her body
writhed sensuously, while the gasps were interspersed with hoarse little cries.
I let up on the twisting, but kept her nipples firmly in my fingers. She was
moving steadily and intensely, working herself rapidly to climax. But although I
was enjoying the hell out of what she was doing, with all the previous activity
I wasn't about to come for a while.
When I felt her at the brink, I gave another hard twist to her nipples,
and that did it. With a yell, she exploded around my cock. I still held on to
her.
"Mel," she gasped then. "Oh god, Mel..."
"Move," I commanded.
"Yes." She started pumping me again. Soon she was panting. "Mel..."
"What?"
"Call me names again...please...."
"I'll call you names when I feel like it," I said.
"Yes, Mel," she breathed, sounding disappointed. But she didn't stop
moving. I twisted her nipples to keep her happy. And me happy. "Aahh!" she cried
blissfully. Then: "Mel..."
"You talk too much," I said.
"Tell me things...you'd like to do to me. Dirty things... hurting...tell
me...."
Christ. "For one thing, I'm likely to twist your nipples off," I said,
demonstrating.
"Yes!! Oh god!...What else?"
My head swam. "I'll make you lick my ass," I said.
"Yes." She moved harder.
"I'll tie you down and piss on you."
"Oh...Oh Jesus...."
I was getting carried away. "I'll hang you from the ceiling and beat you
all over with a bullwhip."
She was moaning and her eyes were glazed. "More..." she panted.
"More...."
"I'll make you go out on the street naked. I'll keep you tied up in
public, so everyone will see you're my slave. I'll make you suck my cock in
restaurants. I'll make you fuck with strange men...."
I was babbling, saying whatever came into my head, but it was driving
Patricia crazy. The last one got her, though. She almost stopped moving, and her
eyes burned with a weird, unholy light into mine.
"You...you'd give me to other men?" she whispered hoarsely.
I couldn't tell whether the idea excited or disgusted her. I wasn't sure
about me, either. But I said, "Sure. Why not? You're a whore, aren't you?"
She nodded slowly, and then faster, the nod blending with the jerking
movements of her orgasm as she came again, harder than before.
And this time I came with her.
