Whose been sleeping in my hammock?

I blushed and buried my face in his arm.
"God. I thought I had hurt you. So, ummm you liked?"
 
"Liked? Oh my god, I loved it...! You were amazing. No one has ever made me cum like that!"
I held her close. If only I could make her cum real real hard....
 
We lay there cuddling, my body again aroused though.
"When." Pausing, suddenly shy. "Nevermind."
 
"It is silly. You have given me so much pleasure, yet." I swallowe dhard. "I cannot get enough. When can we try, you know. Down there?"
 
"No, nevermind. Nevermind." Burrowing into his arms and wishing I hadn't said anything.
 
"I want to know, darling, I know you can show me. I know you want to show me..."
 
"No, I can't. Please. God, you know what I mean." Your hands pulling my face up till our eyes met.
"Down in that room."
 
"Ohhhh. Down in the room. You can lead me there and show me what inrigues you."
 
"Later. Can't I stay here for now?" Now embarrassed I even mentioned the room. He would think was some kind of pervert.
 
"You can stay wherever you want, my dear. I don't think you're a pervert, if that's what you're thinking. I know you're a pervert and that's what I want."
 
His words repeated in my mind.

"I know you're a pervert and that's what I want."

How had he known what I was thinking? And was I? but I must be. The mere thought of being in his control and at his whim was exciting me. Remembering that swing didn't help either.
 
"Show me the swing. And how it works." Kissing his cheek. "Please." It took every ounce of strength in me to admit what I was thinking.
 
I led her downstairs, my cock stirring, but not coming up from its slumber. We entered the room, my hand on her ass, and advanced toward the swing. It was a sturdy leather and she easily fit into the seat. It was also easy to restrain her so that he hands were above her head and her legs splayed wide. I licked my lips, watching her arousal slowly start dripping down her legs.
 
Letting him guide me, but more and more aroused as we approached the room. My throat and mouth suddenly dry as he seated me, and strapped me in. Watchign him as he moved around me, testing this strap and tugging at the other. Was I smart to be here? No. But I no longer wanted to be smart or propoer. I wanted to only be his slut, his plaything. To give him pleasure beyond any other woman. Knowing it would pleasure me at the same time, more then I had ever imagined. Here was the man who had haunted me all my life. The one who would control and use me, show me my true self. Command of me things I couldn't imagine giving and show me the deeper self i had buried.
 
I looked at her, settled into the swing, still that llok of fear in her eyes. I leaned in and kissed her softly.
"Are you ready? I will be gentle at first...but you will feel it."
 
His lips soft on mine.

"Are you ready? I will be gentle at first...but you will feel it." Gentle? What had he planned. I knew my eyes widened in fear, and he kissed me again. Losing myself in the wonder of his mouth. Moaning aws he laid claim to me with his tongue.

"Yes. I think. I mean, I think I am ready."
 
I knelt before her, surreptitiously palming a small paddle and some other toys. I leaned in and inhaled her musk, which threatened to overwhelm me. I blew on her damp pussy, and she shuddered, bucking againbst her bonds.
 
"That tickles, I think." Trying vainly to get away from the breeze.
 
"Oh, does it?" I pulled out a small leather cat o nine tails and spanked her bare pussy, wide open to my smack.
 
Startled and shocked. "Ouch." Biting my lip from the shock. The taste of iron filling my mouth. Licking my lips, tasting the blood.
"That hurt, sort of."
 
I lick tentatively at her open pussy, whipping her breasts and nipples with the straps.
 
Whimpering at each hit, trying not to cry. It hurts. A sting, though not even heavy. Yet, as he pause and licks at me softly, a warmth spreads from the lashes, a tingling starting. Is this right, normal?
 
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