most of her weight. “Spread for me.” Her face burning at his tone, she did so.
She didn’t need anything more to get her ready to take him, he could see that right away. Stripping himself of his garments, he stood behind her and entered her pussy with one thrust. She cried out and almost immediately started pushing back against him.
This was what she wanted! The feel of his cock inside her made her tremble all over. She hungered for it and pushed her pussy back on him, wanting to take all of him—eat all of him with her pussy. Her movements guided by nothing but pure animal lust, she rutted with him until they both exploded in a geyser of passion. Tremors shook their bodies, shuddering through them as they rode each wave; the two moving in unison for one long, eternal moment.
And then it passed. Slowly it faded until time and memory returned. Together they lay, spent, on the tabletop, until Phillip gathered the strength to reach around and take off her clamps; she groaned with their removal. Massaging her breasts to lessen the pain, he felt himself soften inside her and stepped back, slipped out. His juices, mingled with hers, dripped down along her leg.
Scooping her up, he took her to the bedroom. Drowsy with sex, she clung to him, caring about nothing in the world. He put her down and crawled in next to her, covering them both with the blankets. Nestled together, they slept until early afternoon.
Chapter Four
Punishment
Phillip awoke with Sarah’s body still spooned into his—his arms wrapped around her, holding her. For a moment, he buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply the scent of her. She slept on, exhausted from their morning activities. Gently, he unwrapped himself and stood, gazing upon her sleeping form.
She had been so compliant in everything so far—except for the food that morning. He would try that again later. He wanted her for his sub, his slave. Her enthusiasm to serve him with her body gave him hope she would be willing to serve in other ways as well. But he wanted that servitude only if she were willing and only with her spirit unbroken.
He went to the dresser and quietly pulled out a drawer, taking out a present he had bought for her. Laying it beside her on the bed, he tiptoed out, letting her rest. He’d try her enough in the hours to come.
Upon awakening an hour or so later, Sarah discovered she was alone in the bed. Rising, she made her toilette and cleaned up from their earlier lovemaking—although a week ago she never would have coupled anything so violent with the act of making love. And yet, they were compatible.
Since her cuffs were still in place, she did not shower, but simply used a washcloth to clean and make herself presentable. Her stomach growled loudly and she remembered she hadn’t eaten breakfast. The clock on the dresser read 2:15—so she’d missed lunch as well!
It wasn’t until Sarah went to straighten the covers on the bed that she found the lingerie he’d laid out for her. Holding up the bra, she saw that, although the material was black, it was sheer and hid nothing. There were sheer black stockings as well, and a garter belt to hold them up. She’d never worn real stockings before, only pantyhose. A little experimentation with the clips on the garter belt, however, and she figured out how they worked.
There was a small scrap of cloth left on the bed and she picked it up as well, turning it about to figure out its purpose. “Oh!” She covered her mouth and checked the door to see if he’d heard her surprise as she realized what it was. In her fingers she held the smallest pair of panties she’d ever seen—and realized it was a G-string.
But she couldn’t wear these! She’d feel like…well, she’d feel very naughty in them, that was certain. She put on the bra to see what it looked like. It was the right size—a fact which was not lost on her. How had he known? She colored as she realized her clothes had sat on the chair all last
She didn’t need anything more to get her ready to take him, he could see that right away. Stripping himself of his garments, he stood behind her and entered her pussy with one thrust. She cried out and almost immediately started pushing back against him.
This was what she wanted! The feel of his cock inside her made her tremble all over. She hungered for it and pushed her pussy back on him, wanting to take all of him—eat all of him with her pussy. Her movements guided by nothing but pure animal lust, she rutted with him until they both exploded in a geyser of passion. Tremors shook their bodies, shuddering through them as they rode each wave; the two moving in unison for one long, eternal moment.
And then it passed. Slowly it faded until time and memory returned. Together they lay, spent, on the tabletop, until Phillip gathered the strength to reach around and take off her clamps; she groaned with their removal. Massaging her breasts to lessen the pain, he felt himself soften inside her and stepped back, slipped out. His juices, mingled with hers, dripped down along her leg.
Scooping her up, he took her to the bedroom. Drowsy with sex, she clung to him, caring about nothing in the world. He put her down and crawled in next to her, covering them both with the blankets. Nestled together, they slept until early afternoon.
Chapter Four
Punishment
Phillip awoke with Sarah’s body still spooned into his—his arms wrapped around her, holding her. For a moment, he buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply the scent of her. She slept on, exhausted from their morning activities. Gently, he unwrapped himself and stood, gazing upon her sleeping form.
She had been so compliant in everything so far—except for the food that morning. He would try that again later. He wanted her for his sub, his slave. Her enthusiasm to serve him with her body gave him hope she would be willing to serve in other ways as well. But he wanted that servitude only if she were willing and only with her spirit unbroken.
He went to the dresser and quietly pulled out a drawer, taking out a present he had bought for her. Laying it beside her on the bed, he tiptoed out, letting her rest. He’d try her enough in the hours to come.
Upon awakening an hour or so later, Sarah discovered she was alone in the bed. Rising, she made her toilette and cleaned up from their earlier lovemaking—although a week ago she never would have coupled anything so violent with the act of making love. And yet, they were compatible.
Since her cuffs were still in place, she did not shower, but simply used a washcloth to clean and make herself presentable. Her stomach growled loudly and she remembered she hadn’t eaten breakfast. The clock on the dresser read 2:15—so she’d missed lunch as well!
It wasn’t until Sarah went to straighten the covers on the bed that she found the lingerie he’d laid out for her. Holding up the bra, she saw that, although the material was black, it was sheer and hid nothing. There were sheer black stockings as well, and a garter belt to hold them up. She’d never worn real stockings before, only pantyhose. A little experimentation with the clips on the garter belt, however, and she figured out how they worked.
There was a small scrap of cloth left on the bed and she picked it up as well, turning it about to figure out its purpose. “Oh!” She covered her mouth and checked the door to see if he’d heard her surprise as she realized what it was. In her fingers she held the smallest pair of panties she’d ever seen—and realized it was a G-string.
But she couldn’t wear these! She’d feel like…well, she’d feel very naughty in them, that was certain. She put on the bra to see what it looked like. It was the right size—a fact which was not lost on her. How had he known? She colored as she realized her clothes had sat on the chair all last
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