The Wheels of Fortune (closed for DarkWarrioress)

[Tio_Narratore]

Arthur looked into her eyes with understanding,; she had silently told him something about herself, something he needed to know. And then she told him more. Her kiss. Soft on his lips. Her hair. Lightly falling over his cheeks. Her breasts. Pressing warmly against his chest.

His hands began to explore her body as they kissed, fingertips and full fingers and palms running over her body. Lightly. Firmly. Even roughly. Focused on the feel of every part, he explored her from head to toe. Tracing her form and then pressing to sense the depth of it. Roughly kneading shoulders and buttocks and thighs, all to know her better. And the exploration, the press of her body atop his, aroused him, and his organ was stiff against her warm and wet groin.

The kiss gently broken, he spoke in a near whisper.

“You feel nice, Tess. Nice against me, nice to my touch. I like that. It pleases me. And I think t pleases you too. Now I’m yours to explore, to show me what you like, or to find something you didn’t know you liked. And I won’t say a word.”

 

[DarkWarrioress]

As his hands began their exploration, Tess leaned back, bowing her back just slightly. The feel of his hands on her skin was warm and exciting. She could have just sat in this same spot for a very long time. It was a new concept to her, feeling safe and she did feel safe around Arthur. Her fingers started at his neck, tracing an invisible path downward, across his shoulders then down his arms. Lifting her hands, Tess set them on his chest, allowing herself to feel him. To feel his heartbeat under her palms. She spread her palms wide, slowly going over his skin. His nipples came under her palms next and she laughed a little. Glancing up into his eyes, she explained.

“That tickled.”

Leaning over him again, she set her lips to his for a long kiss before righting herself and scooting down his legs, letting her hands drift over his sides and down his abdomen. She felt his muscles reacting to her. Downward her hands drifted until one of them encircled his cock at the base and gently moved her hand upon him, relishing just the feel of warm, velvet steel. Easing her hand from him, she moved it down until she could take a fingertip and graze it over the sacs that hung below his cock.

So different than her own softness. With his strength, he had the ability to harm her. Yet, she knew he never consciously would.

“There’s nothing about you I don’t like, Arthur. You’re perfect.”

Her whisper hung between them.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Arthur stayed silent, enjoying the touch of Tess’ hands as she explored his body, and the silence itself enhanced the sensations, focusing and intensifying them. He was aware also of her thighs as they rested against his legs and as they moved when she shifted position, and he savored the warmth and pressure of her soft flesh against his firmer muscles.

Sounds were also intensified in the absence of human voices. Er breath were amplified, and they said much about er explorations, signaling her little pleasure of touch. His sounds spoke as clearly of his pleasure in her touch. Her exclamation punctuated the silence, and brought a smile to him as well as her.

His sight was focused on her throughout her exploration, on the slight movements of her eyes and lips as she gazed and unconsciously reflected on what she felt. Her breasts, too, as they hung down when she leaned forward and fell back against her chest as she sat back, drew his attention as they swayed and swung slightly or more with her movements.

At last she found his genitals, and he sighed as her fingers first grasped his erection and then wandered down to his scrotum. Then she spoke.

“I don’t think I’m perfect,” he said in response, and I do find I like everything about you. I think, though, that there’s much more to discover – about each other and ourselves.”

He lifted his head and looked at her hand, still resting on his groin.

“You seem to have found something interesting there,” he said with a little laugh; “maybe you should play with it a bit. Stroke it, perhaps, or tickle it, or slap it around. Do whatever you feel like to find what feels good to you. I’ll be quiet, and touch you if I want you to stop.”

As he lay his head back down, he reflected on just how comfortable he felt with Tess, as if they had known each other forever.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

“Well, you’re perfect to me,” she reaffirmed.

At his words, she scooted back between his legs until she was face to face w8ith his cock. Slap it? Not a chance. Tickle it? Maybe. It was a thought. Now stroking it? That she could do. Her fingers tightened around him as she continued to stroke him, watching as he got firmer in her hand. She could feel his pulse beating through one of his veins. Leaning in, she rubbed her cheek against him.

“So soft,” she murmured to herself, “yet so hard…”

With a slight turn of her head, she parted her lips and slipped him along the surface of her tongue. Gently, her tongue rubbed the underside as he slid into the warmth of her mouth. Her lips closed around him as she applied suction. When she took him in as far he could go, she started to pull back, Her tongue explored. When his cockhead reached her lips, she stopped, letting her tongue explore it. The tip meandered just under the rim of the mushroom tip before slipping up over the head itself. She took a moment to gently probe the slit there before swiping the flat surface of her tongue over the head itself, then she was moving her head down upon his length again, her hand, resting at the base, slid upward, stroking him.

Arthur not only looked good to her eyes, but he tasted good too. She was grateful to Arthur for letting her explore. Though she was well aware and familiar with the male anatomy, this unrushed moment between them was something new to her. Her past experiences had been nothing good and this, right now, was replacing those experiences.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Arthur almost regretted telling Tess he’d be quiet and that he’d touch her if he wanted her to stop; Right now, he wanted to touch her and tell her how good it felt, but he definitely didn’t want her to stop. He kept from speaking or touching, letting his uncontrollable moans and sighs of pleasure speak for him and letting his body’s involuntary movements show how much he’d love to touch her.

Perhaps it was best that he be still and silent; it focused his awareness on Tess and her touch, allowing him to savor every sensation. The sounds and touches played a two-part harmony as Tess caressed him with her hands, and then her lips, and her tongue. He felt every movement on his cock, every sound that came from her mouth as she kissed and sucked on him. And he became aware, rather intensely aware, of a second song -his.

He sensed his own heartbeat in response to Tess. Attentions, and it echoed in his ears, marking time to the soft moans and sighs that emanated from his own depths. Now all but his sounds and her sounds, his senses and her touches was lost in the fugue they played, her lead and his response. A crescendo, then, as his breath and pulse quickened. The climax of the piece was near, and he surrendered himself to it.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Arthur tasted good. She loved the feel of him on her tongue, in her mouth and at the back of her throat. He was on that edge, she could sense it and she wanted nothing more than to push him over it. Tess redoubled her efforts. One hand pumped the base of his erection while her greedy mouth worked the rest of him. The cadence was picking up. Tess’ head bobbed on Arthur’s hardened length. Her tongue swirled around him at every chance she could make it so. For each time the head hit the back of her throat, Tess would grind herself back there, feeling him rubbing against that back wall. She hummed her appreciation around him. He throbbed inside of her mouth. When she had gone on a downward motion, she looked up at his face to make contact with his own eyes. An image flashed into her mind. She was down on her knees in front of Arthur, her hands tied behind her back. Arthur’s hands were gripping the back of her head….. the imagery made her moan.

Slowly, her mouth retreated until she just had the head of his cock trapped between her lips. Her tongue slipping over and around him.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

That was it; Arthur could no longer hold back. His body tensed as he gasped and then moaned, but he held himself close to the bed, forcing his arms against the mattress to keep them from embracing Tess. To touch her now would signal her to stop, and that was not he didn’t want.

He erupted then, ejaculating between her lips, with bleb after bleb spewing like lava from his pulsating organ. Drained, he was free to touch her, and touch her he did. His arms flew from his sides to encircle her, one around her waist, the other across her shoulder blades, as he pulled her forward and drew her body to his. A kiss on her lips, and, as her head fell cheek to cheek with his, a whispered sigh of pleasure.

Her legs still straddled his, and he raised his knee to her vulva, pressing firmly against her labia and rubbing from side to side, back and forth, and in small circles.

“That felt wonderful, Tess,” he said as he continued to massage her with his knee, “but we do have to consider what to do tomorrow. Do you want to sight-see, shop, or both?”

He paused a moment and laughed.

“Or should we stay in bed and make love all day?”

He hugged her tightly as he spoke.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

He was close, she could feel it. Hard on the heels of that thought, she felt his cock ripple against her tongue just before she felt his heated essence flood her throat. Tess continued to swallow until he had nothing left to give. Her tongue stroked over him before she felt Arthur’s arms come around her, drawing her upward. Her legs rested on either side of his and his knee pressed into her core, rubbing. She just managed to lick her lips before he kissed her. When he spoke, she drew back her head and looked down at him.

“Well,” she smiled, “as tempting as staying in bed all day sounds, we have the whole trip back and once we get home to do that. We’re in New York. You’ve bought me clothes already. Let’s do some sight-seeing and maybe have some lunch together?”

As Arthur pulled her tighter into his body, his warmth seeped into her and nothing else felt so good to her. Some part of her mind wondered if this was all a fluke or if it was real enough. So far, she had not experienced any flashbacks to her ex and hopefully, she hoped it would stay that way, but Arthur was into some things she hadn’t known about before and this gave her a bit of a pause. Maybe they should have spoken about such things more openly before they had gotten intimate with each other. What else didn’t she know about him?

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“That sounds good,” Arthur agreed as he hugged Tess closer. “Since it’s you first time in the city, I guess we should see the big tourist attractions. We can do the Empire State Building and the Statue of Liberty. Maybe another site. Give it some thought, and let me know. I’ll get the tickets online before we go to sleep.”

He rolled on to his back, but kept an arm under Tess, holding her next to his side.

“I guess we should talk about ourselves, about each other, now that we’ve gotten this close. I’ll answer any questions you have, and ask any I have.”

He paused and gave her a little kiss and hug.

“First, I am really thankful that you allowed me to tie you to the bed for a little flogging. I expect it wasn’t easy for you to do, and I really appreciate the trust you gave me. And afterwards. That felt so good, Tess, so natural. I feel so comfortable with you, as if we’ve been together for ever. But we really haven’t, so there is much - very much - we don’t know about each other. Let’s go into some deeper things first, if we may. If you don’t want to answer or discuss anything, it’s okay.”

Arthur propped himself up on his elbow and looked at Tess.

“I know you’ve had some bad experiences before we met. I’d like you to talk to me bout them so I understand you better. You know some of my past, and I’ll discuss anything about it with you. And I’ll answer any questions you have about me first, if you’d prefer that.”

He sat up all the way.

“Should I get us some drinks while we talk. Or should we do something entirely different?”

 

[DarkWarrioress]

In the aftermath of their lovemaking, and Tess did have to acknowledge that’s what it had been. It had been so long since she had felt like this. Cared for. Appreciated. She snuggled into his side when he switched positions and laid on his back. Her fingers idly roamed over his chest. The small hug and kiss he gave her, made her heart leap. Arthur sat up, still keeping her at his side as he spoke further. She gave a small nod and wondered where to start. She started by asking for that drink. Liquid courage or so it’s been called.

With drink in hand, she sat back against the headboard of the bed, taking a sip and letting the heat of the drink course its way down her throat and into her belly. Where to start? Probably the beginning would be good.

“I fell in love with Brad when we were in high school. We got married and after that, things went to hell in a hand basket. He started turning mean and angry all the time. I couldn’t do anything right…”

She paused for a moment, to gather her thoughts and feelings.

“At first…” she swallowed, feeling her heart accelerate, “at first it was just yelling and threatening. He’d loom over me with his fists cocked back but never hit me… at first. It started out with just shoving me into things like the walls.”

The words had been hard for her to get out in the beginning, but then it was like Arthur had opened the storm gates.

“I can’t remember the first time he hit me. There were bruises. He warned me to keep them hidden or else. Then… then… it was the sex. It was harsh and unwanted but he didn’t care. How could he not care, Arthur? I think he loved me, in the beginning. Where did it all go bad? And why? I started hoarding the money he gave me for groceries. I’d tell him that inflation was getting bad so I only had a pittance of what he gave left. He turned into someone I didn’t know anymore. Wherever and whenever he wanted sex, he’d just bend me over something and do it. I was just a …a… a vessel to him for his ejaculations. He started coming home drunk at night. He’d tie me to the bed or over a chair and beat me with his belt…..”

Her voice slipped off into a whisper before she added to her story.

“I had to get away, I knew or he was going to kill me one day. So, I took the money I stashed and ran. I’ve been running ever since. You saw firsthand how he could find me. I’m still worried.

I can truthfully say that what you did with me tonight? It didn’t bring anything ugly to my mind. Just the opposite, really.”

Tess took another sip of the fiery liquid and turned her head to look at Arthur.

“Now you know. Can we talk about you please? Tell me more about these scenarios you use to play with Emily. As you can imagine, I’ve never roleplayed anything in my life.”

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“Of course,” Arthur agreed, “but it may take a while. There’s quite a history behind it.”

He paused to take a sip of whiskey.

“It started, in a way, when Emily enrolled in one of my seminars on literature. She was really turned on by it, and her enthusiasm turned me on. We began an affair soon into the semester. After a few times together, she asked if she could confide in me. Of course I told her she could, and she told me about her life before she moved out on her own. It was pretty horrible. She did say there was something perversely positive about all - the only time she ever felt someone was interested in her was when she was being abused. It was literature, she said, that helped her through it. She could imagine herself in a different life in the stories she read.”

He stopped for another sip, and looked to Tess to see if he should go on. Her eyes seemed to say yes.

“She had come up with a plan to re-write her past by reliving it with some one who did care about her, some one she could trust. She asked me to play it out with her. I agreed, and I found myself playing rape, flogging, and other abuses with her. Afterwards we always made love and snuggled together. It worked for her, and I discovered things that excited me as well. After she graduated, we married, and she moved in with me. Here we took off with the idea of living out - acting out, really, our fantasies and fictions. It seemed only logical since we both loved stories. We could live our real lives and live many different ones besides. Just short stories or vignettes, but we acted them as if they were real. We had a notebook where we could jt down ideas for the other to read, and then we end up improvising a tale from the idea. Sometimes it was just a spontaneous play.”

He smiled and laughed a little as he thought of that and sipped his whiskey.

“There was one night here,” he said, “when I came home very late from a night out with Jonathan and some of the other writers. The house was dark, so I tried to come in very quietly. Suddenly the lights came on, and Emily was standing by the door wearing a white silk dressing gown and brandishing a prop revolver. She played that I was a thief caught in the act, and she was going to make me pay for it. She sat down and ‘forced’ me to undress slowly as a show for her, and then had me kneel between her legs, With the fake gun to my head, she had me please her orally. We both acted it out seriously, but had a great laugh afterwards.”

“And so, he concluded, “when we had the lodge built, she designed ‘playrooms’ for us so we had more settings to act out our little sex plays than just the rooms of the house and the spaces outdoors. It was exciting and fun to live out all the different scenarios we could imagine. But we’d never even try to force each other to do something we really didn’t want to do. We each had our ‘safe’ word to stop things, or, if it was an idea in the notebook, we’d just draw a line beneath it.”

He took a sip and reached out to hold Tess’ hand.

“So that’s it, basically, unless you want to know more.”

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She sat shoulder to shoulder with him, sipping her own drink, listening intently and with keen interest. She truly wanted to know what made Arthur tick. When he looked to her briefly, she simply nodded, encouraging him to go on.

He reached for her hand as he came to the end of filling her in and she squeezed his hand gently.

“Thank you for sharing, Arthur.”

Her eyes grew wide and curious.

“There’s more?”

She couldn’t begin to imagine. As she thought about the words and memories he shared with her. She got a better sense of Emily and with that came the curiosity of those closed room back at his house. She found this strength listening to Emily’s story. Tess wasn’t sure she would have handled things the same way. In fact, she wasn’t sure how she would have handled that kind of situation. She had run away and kept running and it seemed like Brad was still following and finding her. That, in and of itself, worried her. He now knew where she had been but didn’t know if she was still there. Hopefully, the inquiry of his and the answer he got back from their local police was enough to put him off, but she doubted it. There was still some small part of her brain that expected her ex to show up some day.

She shook those thoughts and the feelings that came with them, to listen to Arthur. She smiled softly as she let her eyes roam over him. If she could figure out what scared her, maybe they could work through it together. It wasn’t a competition with Emily, not at all. It was more like trying to find her way out of her hesitations and fears.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“Of course there’s more, if you want the details,” Arthur said with a smile, “maybe a bit more, at least, that I should tell you.”

“I wasn’t always into BDSM,” he continued, “not that I didn’t like it a bit rough at times. Emily introduced me to the heavier stuff. It was much of what she was trying to transcend. She wanted me to do it to her. I was reluctant, but she really needed me to do things to her. I agreed. I did find it arousing, and grew into it with her. It helped her and aroused both of us - ropes and whips and chains - the traditional stuff was our focus. And it was just for ourselves. We never got into the lifestyle, never joined a club. Occasionally we had other people join us - strangers; we never did it with our friends.”

He paused for his drink.

“I think everybody has their fantasies,” he continued, “and often they revolve around darker themes. Many women have rape fantasies, but they don’t want actually to be raped. And then there’s the old ‘captured by pirates and whipped by the captain’ reverie. Yes, they can be played out safely, and that’s what Emily and I did.”

He reached over and affectionately stroked Tess’ breast with the back of his hand.

“So, Tess,” he said looking into her eyes, “I’d like us to be free to discover things about each other and ourselves - sexual and otherwise. As for the sex, let’s have our own safe words. We go along with whatever we’re doing, finding out how to please each other, but if it goes somewhere one of us doesn’t want to go, then we use the word, and we either go back a step or stop altogether. Do you feel okay with that?”

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The feel of his hand caressing her breast, brought back a trickle of desire.

“So, Tess, I’d like us to be free to discover things about each other and ourselves - sexual and otherwise. As for the sex, let’s have our own safe words. We go along with whatever we’re doing, finding out how to please each other, but if it goes somewhere one of us doesn’t want to go, then we use the word, and we either go back a step or stop altogether. Do you feel okay with that?”

She thought for a moment, then inclined her head.

“I’m okay with that.”

His request seemed reasonable enough and made sense. She wasn’t all that sure she was into whips and chains, but she supposed it depended on how safe it felt. So far, Arthur hadn’t triggered anything ugly inside of her nor had their experience so far drudged up any nasty memories from her past. Brad had used a belt on her and he had used his fists. The latter she felt, was something Arthur wouldn’t do to her. However, having a safe word and communicating should go a long way in preventing any intimidating emotions in her. Although…. She could hardly see, right now, why Arthur would need a safe word. She’d give that some thought later when she was alone.

“Arthur,” she began, “ I know you got into some things with Emily because she was working through things from her past and I understand you found yourself getting into those scenarios. Can I ask you though, if none of that had happened, what would your desires and fantasies be?”

Tess turned quiet for a moment.

“I had never thought to find whips to be enjoyable. Brad use to use a belt on me, but what we did tonight? Was nothing like that. I suppose that maybe I wouldn’t mind being tied up and made to squirm,” she laughed softly, “I really don’t know my body all that well, given my past. I’m not looking to purge anything or looking to understand anything other than my own body. Brad… well, he never gave me that chance. I thought what he did was normal.”

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“Arthur,” she began, “ I know you got into some things with Emily because she was working through things from her past and I understand you found yourself getting into those scenarios. Can I ask you though, if none of that had happened, what would your desires and fantasies be?”

Tess turned quiet for a moment.

Arthur paused a moment to reflect before replying.

“I really can’t tell, Tess,” he began; “Nothing is predetermined, I think; a person’s desires and fantasies arise out of one’s interaction with the world. You discover new things about yourself and about the rest of the world, and you react to them, making some sort of sense of it all as the experiences become part of who you are and who you become. I don’t know whether I’d have grown to like BDSM if Emily hadn’t found pleasure and meaning in it. I may have easily become involved in the play acting, though, after all, I do write fiction. I can say, though, that my desires and fantasies revolve around you now, to discover new things about ourselves and about each other.”

“I had never thought to find whips to be enjoyable. Brad use to use a belt on me, but what we did tonight? Was nothing like that. I suppose that maybe I wouldn’t mind being tied up and made to squirm,” she laughed softly, “I really don’t know my body all that well, given my past. I’m not looking to purge anything or looking to understand anything other than my own body. Brad… well, he never gave me that chance. I thought what he did was normal.”

“Well, Tess,” he replied, “now it’s time for you to find what’s normal for you. We should feel free to try anything we want, any thing that comes to mind . . . or hand. That’s why we need safe words.”

He paused to laugh a little.

“There was a time,” he explained, “when Emily first had me whip her. I was uncomfortable with it; I didn’t want to hurt her. I insisted I had to know what it felt like before I’d do it to her. So she tied me up and started flogging me. And got carried away with it. I think she was taking it out on all the men who hd done it to her before. I had a bit of difficulty convincing her to stop. Yes, safe words are useful.”

“But,” he continued, “maybe it’s better to think of them as ‘stop and go back a step’ words; it could just be that one doesn’t like - for any reason - what the other person is doing. So it’s good to have them.”

A sip of his drink, and . . .

“We can try anything. Your fantasies are a fine place to start. Rape fantasies are very common among women, though they don’t want to actually be raped. I think what they imagine is a man overcome with desire for them, and then be helpless to stop him. Real rape is more abuse than lust. You say you wouldn’t mind being tied up. I think that means you think you’d like it in some way, some squirming but safe way. I’d love to tie you up if you’d like me to. Artistically or lustily? I’m fairly good at Shibari, but I could also just tie you up to satisfy my lust.”

He reached over and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand as he waited to see what she would do.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

“Safe words?”

Tess was thoughtful.

“How about, something really simple. Like, red for stop, yellow for go on with caution and green, everything is okay?”

The three colors weren’t something either of them would forget and they were similar to their counterparts, stop lights.

“You know, I never had the time to cultivate fantasies before. At first, there was nothing but pain but after moving on from that, I just never had the time. I was either running or working. I am intrigued though about finding out what I need and what you need as well.”

She smiled and took a sip of her own drink.

“Since you made life easy enough for me. Hm. How about both? Artistically and lustily?”

Tess had read about Shabari once, even seen some pictures and the women who were tied up had the… look on their faces. It wasn’t a look she could relate to, but it wasn’t horrific or anything like that. It seemed as if they had found their own small piece of heaven. Then she laughed softly.

“Arthur, if you’re satisfying your lust, it’ll surely satisfy mine.”

Images crossed her mind of being tied up and Arthur using her body to slake his needs. Just the thought of it made her blood run a little faster. Oh yesss. The thought did something to her and she could feel her body start to throb with need.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Arthur laughed lightly. “An ‘it’s safe’ word; I never thought of that. Okay, Tess, tht’s what it’ll be, red. Yellow, and green.”

He stood up and placed his drink on the night table, “Please stand,” he requested, and as Tess stood he carefully looked her over. Her skin was just turning from a faint pink to a copper tone from their sunny day at the lake. ‘Crimson would look best,’ he thought, and then went to the bottom drawer of an armoire. A bit of rummaging, and he produced a length of deep red silky drapery cord.

“Stand here,” he said as he guided Tess to face the full-length floor mirror. “You can watch. The process is half of the pleasure.”

He worked silently while Tess watched in the glass. An overhand knot on a three-inch bight in the middle of the length to begin, and then a strand over each shoulder to be joined in a reef knot at her nape. He drew the strands between her legs, then, both together between her cheek but one on each side of her vee in the front. Uo then, and he pulled them through the bight hanging between her breasts. He raised her arms and told her to keep them raised. Arthur crossed the strands in opposite directions above and below her breasts and around her back. In the front again, the cords at the side of her bosom, and he looped the strands under the cords and around each breast. A gentle but firm tug, and the cord pulled her breasts together, increasing their prominence.

He had her drop her arms, and he tied a half-hitch in the middle of each of her upper arms. A strong pull, then, and her arms were drawn back toward her spine. Looped and knotted around the strands down her back, the standing ends were brought to her sides and half-hitched again, this time at her elbows. From there, Arthur crossed and looped the cords around her forearms and her wrists. Around her waist and back again to be knotted around the original strands down her back. From there he tied a strand in a clove hitch around each leg at the junction of thigh and hip.

“Very attractive, nice color contrast,” he declared as he turned Tess half sideways so she could see the back as well. Now to finish.”

He told her to kneel as he guided her down to the floor to sit back on her calves. He wrapped the cords around her ankles, drawing them tightly together, binding ankle to ankle and ankles to thighs. A surgeon’s knot closed of the two strands.

Arthur stepped back and circled twice around his bound lover, savoring her beauty and her helplessness.

“And now for my lust,” he announced as he stepped up to her, his already stiffened cock in his hand.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Tess smiled back at him as he agreed with their safe word or rather, words.

Her eyes tracked Arthur as he set aside his drink and stood up.

“Please stand.”

She tossed back her drink and got quickly off the bed, looking to her lover. Her eyes watched his as his regarded her nude body before turning toward his armoire and retrieving some rope of a deep red color.

“Stand here.”

He guided her to the full-length mirror in his room.

“You can watch. The process is half of the pleasure.”

She watched his movements in the mirror, watched as he concentrated on his work. She couldn’t tell if he was enjoying the process, but she knew she was. The feel of the silken rope on her naked body was enticing. He cinched and knotted, drawing the rope around her body, Her eyes wanted to close to better enjoy the feeling he was promoting, but he had told her to watch.

Arthur moved her body slightly so she could watch him do her back.

God, this was a beautiful feeling. She never felt sexier. Hell, she didn’t think she had ever felt this sexy before in her life. She was thankful for his help in kneeling when he told her to. Twisting her head slightly so she could follow his moves, she watched as he bound her ankles together then drew the rope around until she was bound ankles to thighs.

“And now for my lust,”

Tess licked her lips as she saw his cock start to stiffen again. She was bound and helpless, not that, that mattered. She trusted Arthur. She knew he wouldn’t harm her. His lust. She swayed on her knees as she waited to see what he had in mind for her now. Her heartbeat against her chest so loudly that surely, he could hear it. Her blood raced through her veins like as swiftly as a river did after a hard, long rain and thinking of hard and long, her eyes were fastened on his cock, making her body throb, making her want him with every fiber of her being.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Arthur paused as he approached Tess, savoring the details of her bonds, the strain of the bonds showing in her shoulders, the pale hue of her breasts against the deep crimson of the rope - the sight of her aroused him further.

He took a deep breath, audible in the quiet of the bedroom, as he brought his erect cok to her lips. A stroke back and forth, and he placed his left hand at the back of her head as he guided his organ between her lips and into her mouth. He sighed as he felt her tongue tentatively massage the frenulum He let go of his cock, then, leaving it with its glans fully in her mouth for her to play with as she wished. His right hand, now free, found her cheek and stroked it lovingly while she licked and sucked on him.

He stood there for ten minutes or so, relishing in the pleasures of Tess’s mouth while his hand stroked her hair and cheeks. Then he took a form grip of her hair and gently pulled her head back as he withdrew his cock from between her lips. He stepped around behind her and brushed the hair from her left shoulder as he rested his stiff organ on her shoulder.

“Aren’t we the lovely couple?” he asked with a smile as he gazed into the mirror.

He slowly squatted, letting his cock slide down her back, until he was nearly level with Tess. He began massaging her shoulders and then let his hands slide down to her breasts. A hand on each, and he massaged them, squeezing gently at first, and then kneading them more vigorously.

One hand down her front, then, over her abdomen and between her thighs to find her slit. The other traveled down her back, between her cheeks to join the other. He spread her labia with his left, and his middle finger found her clit and toyed with it. His right found her spread lips and slipped three finger inside to twist and curl and massage her entrance. He continued to play with her pussy until he felt she was on the verge of cumming.

He arose, and guided his swollen and throbbing cock to her lips once again. This time he slipped his fingers into her hair on either side of her head and drew her forcefully to his cock, forcing it deeply into her mouth. He held her tight as his hips pumped his cock deeper and deeper into the back of her throat. He gags only served to drive him harder, and at times he’d hold her with his organ choking her for a few moments before he’d withdraw enough for her to catch a breath. Again and again, deeper and deeper, until he stiffened, holding her tightly against his groin, as he erupted, ejaculating rblob after blob of semen into her throat. As he relaxed, he withdrew slowly, spewing more cum into her mouth, flooding her so some oozed out and dripped onto her breast. Arthur stood there a few more moments, savoring the pleasure he had taken, the pleasure she had given.

Now it was time for her pleasure.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

With one eye on the mirror, Tess felt and saw Arthur bring his erect cock to her lips. They parted with an eagerness she barely remembered ever having before. He slid along the surface of her tongue, gliding deep until he hit the back of her throat as she hollowed her cheeks. Her tongue caressed the underside of his length and gently suckled down upon him.

Tess whimpered softly as he pulled away, but continued to watch his movements in the mirror. There was something stimulating about watching themselves in that mirror. She felt the hard warmth of his cock as he rested it on her bare shoulder.

“Aren’t we the lovely couple?”

All she could do was nod her head, her eyes glued upon their reflection. The feel of him as he lowered himself behind her. The heat of his cock slid down her spine as she wondered what he was up to now. His hands slid around her breasts, making them ache. There was the sound of a swift, sharp indrawn breath. It took her a moment to realize that it was herself she heard. Tess watched, fascinated as his hand descended between her thighs. His other hand slid down her backside until she felt it move between her cheeks and she felt herself stiffen slightly until it moved further down to join the hand at her center. Another whimper of need left her throat as his fingers continued to bedevil her senses and her body. There was little she could do other than squeeze her muscles around his invading fingers.

“Oh god, Arthur… please…” she moaned softly.

Once more he rose up and left her in need. However, as he returned his cocks to her lips, she eagerly opened her mouth for him and as his fingers slid into the hair at either side of her head, more forcefully pulling her lips around him, she once more hollowed her cheeks as he began to more masterfully fuck her mouth. A time or two, she gagged as his cock was forced down her throat, but she took it as well as she could. She could feel the moisture between her thighs leak forth and coat her inner thighs. She tried to squirm and could not. There were times when his cock blocked her breathing but she managed to hold her breath until he allowed her to breathe once more. Over and over his cock thrust down her throat as he chased his pleasure until she felt him pull her tightly to his groin and felt his cock ripple from within and she felt hot splashes of his cum coat the back of her throat and Tess managed to swallow time and time again until his pleasure was spent. She swallowed over and over but she couldn’t contain it all and felt some of his sperm slip from her lips.

Her shoulders heaved as he withdrew and she breathed in deeply. The very core of her ached by now. She needed him like she had never needed another human being before. Her thighs quivered. Her pussy ached. She looked up at him. Her need was clearly exposed there, in her eyes.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Arthur watched as her thighs trembled with need and desire, and then her bent forward over her. A kiss on the top of her head, and he reached under her shins, lifting her bound body and carrying her to the bed. He placed her on her knees at the foot of the mattress, facing the headboard, and briefly massaged her shoulders.

Still silent, he untied and separated her ankles, then drew the rope from her left ankle around the left foot post and pulled it tight, spreading her leg tto the side. Her right leg was next, and as he pulled it towards the post, Tess fell forward, her head and breasts resting on the silky sheet. Arthur paused again to savor her helplessness and the unresolved needs of her flesh.

His hands soon found her cheeks, massaging her buttocks slowly and firmly, gradually circling around and under the quivering flesh to feel the heat of her pussy. He toyed with her clit, intensifying her lingering arousal as he himself became aroused again. His cock stiffened, and half-erect it was hard enough to guide into her warm and wet entrance. A deep sigh at the pleasure of her enveloping sheath as he slid into her, and he placed his hands on her hips to hold her while he began stroking back and forth.

Fully erect now, Arthur pumped faster and deeper, aiming his organ downward to press against her sweet spot before finding its own pleasure in slipping into her snug sheath. He uttered no words, but his sighs and moans spoke of his pleasure as he listened to her expressions. Back and forth, up and down, inwards and outwards he continued until his lover at last had release from her carnal need. He came after her, after the pleasure of feeling her contractions and spasms around his cock. He let out a sigh, then, at his ejaculation, not as intense as the one before, but still satisfying.

A pause as their orgasms subsided, and he started fully untying her, from her ankles first, around her thighs, and then her arms. He loosened the loops around her breasts and massaged her arms to restore circulation and to ease the strain of having been bound. He slipped his cock from her then, and removed the remainder of the rope. A broad smile as he turned her onto her back and laid down beside her in his bed - their bed now - enfolding her in his arms and savoring the feel of her against him.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Such a new experience for her and not one that was unpleasant in any way. Tess did find that her muscles protested the way she was tied up and she simply figured they would adjust if she and Arthur continued on in this fashion.

She relished his gentleness as he lifted her to the bed and positioned her as he wanted. Tess gave a little squeak of surprise as Arthur untied her left ankle but then retied it to the bed post. He did the same to her other ankle, spreading her wide open to him. Her heart began to race as her blood thrummed throughout her body and quietly she wondered what he was about. It didn’t take long for that thought to be answered.

She was wet and ready for him as he pushed his cock deep into her waiting, needy pussy, making her moan softly. The helplessness of her situation only increased her own wanton needs. Arthur plunged deeper and deeper into her pussy but it never felt like enough. She wanted more and more of him.

“Oh yes, please Arthur….”

Her plea was desperate.

Then she felt his cock hit that sweet spot inside her and she raged with the need to cum. It soon followed her plea. It took over her whole body, shaking, trembling and pulsing around him.

When her body started to subside, she felt Arthur starting to untie her and rub her body down to get her circulation moving again. It almost made her scream, but she contained it. Soon, the ropes were gone and Arthur was cuddling her into his body. His warmth relaxed her as she snuggled her heads under his chin and listened to his own heartbeat.

“That,” she spoke softly into his chest, “was intense, Arthur. Thank you.”

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“Thank you, Tess,” he replied as he hugged her more tightly; “I haven’t cum like that in a long time. Too long.”

Arthur kissed her on the forehead, then, as he stroked her hair with his free hand.

“Intense is good, and we can explore many paths to it,” he said, “but soft and gentle is good too. If it’s always the same, it loses it worth. The most pleasure is found in diversity.”

He paused and then laughed. “Don’t I sound pedantic, Tess,” and he gave her another squeeze.

“But I think I’m right, or at least feel I am,” he continued, “and I’d like to explore sex - and everything else in life - with you. I want to discover what you like and join you in discovering things with me, to find what gives us pleasure together.”

He slipped his arm from under her and sat up.

“This was you first time tied,” he declared, “you must still be stiff and sore. Turn face down and I’ll give you a better massage.”

He straddled her thighs just below her buttocks, with his cock and balls resting comfortable in the valley between her legs, and leaned forward to massage her neck and shoulders. Down to her shoulder blades and then her rib cage and the small of her back, assiduously working to relax all the muscles and ligamets that were strained by the ropes. Her ass cheeks received much attention, as much for the pleasure of kneading them as for her relief.

He shifted off the bed, then, and proceeded to treat the back of her thighs and her calves. When he finished with her feet, he had her turn on to her back. It was time for her arms, and these were very much in need of massage, seeing as they were bound with the greatest strain, Upper arm, forearm, wrist, and hand each done in turn for each arm. The front of her thigh, and he was almost finished.

“I’m pretty sure I’ll enjoy this part myself,” he said with a smile as he began to massage her torso, starting at her breasts and finishing at her vee.

“I hope that helped,” he said as he laid back down beside his new love.

“What next, Tess,” he asked. “Sleep? A shower? A drink? Another round? You tie me up? Whatever you want, sweetheart.”