| Merry Christmas Baby |
| She slid a finger down the length of him, the flesh hot, pulse quick. A gentle stroke with her fingers and he broke a sweat. She leaned in closely, her breath glideing over the surface, bringing the hint of a whimper from him. Her hard, dark eyes fixed him. She watched him swallow hard. She was very much enjoying this- but would never let on. No, she was an enigmatic stone figure to him... it kept his senses heightened if he didn't know what was comming next. She liked it that way, it was more enjoyable for them both that way. Laying a hand on his hip she pressed her body so close he could feel her energy, but yet she did not touch his skin elsewhere. It drove him to the brink of madness. He wet his lips, feeling her tickle of breath upon his ear. "Do you need to be pubnished?" She breathed. He couldn't help the involuntary shudder her voice evoked. "Have you been bad? A bad boy?" She questioned softly, the edge of threat veiled just beyond comprehension. His whole body was shakeing now, he squeezed his eyes shut tight. He dare not answer her, fearing her wrath. "Tell me... have you been naughty?" she purred in his ear. He almost groaned with the pleasure she stirred within him. She gripped his hip, her nails slightly digging into the tender meat there. A rush of blood flooded his manhood with the excitement her inflicted pain caused. She pulled away from him leaving him so cold it brought gooseflesh to the surface and an ache to his tense muscles. He watched her walk away from him, her sway of hips and slinking gait like a prowling feline. With her back to him she perused a table laden with 'toys.' The wait was tearing him up inside as the excitement bubbled to the surface, forceing a sheen of sweat to adorn his naked form. As he watched her pace back and forth choosing her so called poison, he stretched in anticipation. A burning ache began between his shoulder blades. He lay his hands palms up, open to let more blood flow, his bonds preventing him from soothing any pain just yet. He turned his mind away from it, pretending it was a delicious ache that she would magicly make go away with her mystical touch. Suddenly she turned, a smirk of mischief in place and a satin hood in hand. His heart skipped a beat and he licked his dry lips as his breath hitched in his throat and his hot hard shaft grazed his navel. Without ceremony, she shoved the hood over his head. The instant dark and unknown heightening his growing excitement. Breathing heavy and fast under the dark hood he waited for the first touch like an over excited virgin. Fast as lightening a flash of pain lay over his palm, makeing his fists clutch at the straps that bound him to the ring above his head. He leaned forward heavily, waiting, tensed, for the next strike... now that the game had begun. And he waited, listening to her almost inaudible footfalls as she circled him. He bit his lip wanting her touch on him again. Needing her special brand of affection. He nearly jumped at the next sensation. He felt a strip of worked smooth leather softly fall over his shoulder, sliding down as the hand holding it came into contact with his flesh, a momentary carress then it slid back over his shoulder and quickly down his back just before he heard the hissing rush and it met with the hard muscle of his back. The bitting sting like a kiss to him as he sucked air through clenched teeth. He heard a soft thud upon the carpeted floor as he waited for her next move. And he waited, wondering what she was doing. Then he smelled her perfume and knew she was near him again. He tensed, awaiting his next sensation. It wasn't long then. He felt a slight tickle to the middle of his chest, gliding down to cirlce his erection and follow his length back up to the tip, the familiar touch of leather caressing the head of his cock. He knew what she was doing now, the only question was... where. He didn't have to wonder for long as she immediately let her toy bite into his tender flesh inside his thigh, then again on his hip and buttock. This time he couldn't hold back the grunt of pain and pleasure mixed in his golden throad. It bought a certain satisfaction to to her when it fell upon her ears and she grinned. "Bend, lean forward." She commanded. He did so giddily almost knowing what he was about to recieve. He got exactly what he was wishing for, several lashes to the backs of the legs and accross his ass with her favorite riding crop. "Gawd yes!" He cried, fogetting the rules of the game as he humped the air, searching for contact of any kind for his throbbing shaft. But she wasn't finnished with him just yet. One last good wallop to his firm cheeks and she abandoned the riding crop for her cat o' nine tails. Right away she went to work on him, whipping him into a frenzy as she kissed his skin over and over with the little leather helper. She played him up one side and down the other from shoulder to inner thigh and back again, sometimes takeing the extra effort to slide the buttery soft leather over his shaft, setting him off on a tangent or biting softly at his little smokey ruby nipples until he nearly cried for release. She grew tired of the game, needing more now that she had her mad man, she tore off the hood, mashing her lips to his, ending the brutal kiss in a nip to his lower lip as she reached above their heads with her readied sharpened knife, slicing through his bonds quickly. In the split second it took for him to pull his wrists apart his arms were about her as she flung the knife from her and surrendered to him. He picked her up, throwing her harshly upon the bed as he ripped what little she was wearing from her body, his fist pumping his angered shaft to a wild beat. He kissed her hard and fast, his tongue stabbing her over and over as he crawled atop her. Roughly he spread her legs apart with his knees and shoved himself deeply into her to the hilt. Thier cry of jubilation shook the very fabric of the universe it seemed. He pumped into her furiously, his fevered pitch making her dizzy with delight, filling her so deeply, so completely. He bit at her hardened nipples in turn, sucking hard and makeing her cry out as she dug her nails into his back, little crescents of white against his reddened skin. Her moan soared to heights unimaginable as he pounded into her, nailing her to the bed, her body stiffening, arching, her nirvana tumbling over the edge as the heat within her boiled over, her nails makeing little red rivers flow down his back as he tossed his head back, a roar of triumph escapeing him. His face twisted in pained extasy he let go his very soul it seemed as he filled her to overflowing with his sticky hot cum. Her orgasm milking him for every last drop until it spilled down over his balls and smeared across her thighs as he gave her a last stab with his manhood, a final torturous death blow of thier escapades before he slumped forward atop her, pinning her with his heavy body as he panted. Her fingers drifted up into his hair on the back of his neck as she carressed him, kissing him lightly upon his sweating temple with a blissful smile playing on her lips. "Merry Christmas Baby." She cooed. He grinned with eyes closed as he lay on her shoulder heavily. "Mmm... Thank you Babe. Can't wait to see what you give me for my birthday." He chuckled as he rolled off her, a sticky streak tracked over her leg as his spent member left her warm haven and followed him to her side. "Now go take a shower... we've got to go pick up the kids from your parents house in an hour." She prodded, her knee nudging his thigh. He groaned whineingly and she laughed. "You're the one that wanted to have Christmas dinner with your parents... you can't have your cake and eat it too." She teased. He grinned as he opened his eyes and looked over at her. "I can if I get you the same thing for Christmas as you got me." He announced. She giggled and he laughed as she gained a miraculous bounding energy from somewhere and pounced on her. "Merry Christmas Baby! ...Now where'd you put my handcuffs?" He chirped. |