Kinky Girls Do ~ Bundle One (3 page)

A fingernail scraped over her right nipple
as a guest grabbed a sandwich, the motion repeated harder a second
time, then the guest moved off, heels clicking on the hardwood
floor. She wanted to scream with frustration, but didn’t. Such a
sound would only embarrass her lover, so she held it back.
Occasionally a soft gasp or moan escaped, but that was all she
allowed herself.

The soft leather strips that held her bound
to the table, one over her breasts, just above her nipples, one low
on her hips, were more decoration that anything. It was her will to
please that held her still.

A whisper of his aftershave, the faintest
teasing scent alerted her to his presence. Blinded by the silk and
mesh scarf over her eyes, she had no way of knowing who was
standing beside her, watching the rise and fall of her breasts as
she carefully controlled her breathing lest she send the food
crashing to the floor, but some sixth sense told her it was Mark --
his warm brown gaze trailing over her body as he admired his
handiwork and her submission.

“You’re doing so good Lisa, I am so proud of
you.” Between her legs, the wooden handle was pulled a few inches
out, and then thrust back in. Lisa bit her lip to hold back the
gasp of pleasure. The motion continued, a soft slid out then a hard
thrust, the curved end rubbing against her G-spot until she could
feel the material beneath her getting soaked with her essence.

“It’s going to be hard to outdo tonight, but
I’m sure we can think of something. Don’t you luv?”

“Yes,” she gasped, unable to control the
tremor in her voice. Her pussy was on fire, and the clamp that was
wrapped around her clit felt like it was tightening, slowly cutting
off all blood flow to the enflamed bundle of nerves. The briefest
of flicks against her clit almost sent her into a freefall, but she
curled her fingernails into her palms, the flaring of pain giving
her control again.

It was becoming harder and harder to hold
back, and Lisa was worried that when the party finally ended and
Mark claimed her body, that she wouldn’t be able to contain her
orgasm.

“Mark?”

“Yeah Ed, hang on a second.”

“You make me so proud luv. Just a little bit
longer, and then I’ll have you all to myself.” His soft spoken
words thrilled her senses. Mark never gave praise lightly; it was
always deserved.

Lisa wanted to cry as the handle stilled and
the scent of Mark retreated. She focused her breathing, and allowed
herself to settle into a haze of sensation, where time drifted by.
Sometime later, the scent of Mark’s aftershave returned.

“That’s the last of them luv. Now it’s just
you and me, and I have to tell you, I am very, very pleased with
you.”

Lisa trembled at his praise. Her heart raced
as the plastic was lifted off of her, and tossed aside. Slowly,
Mark pulled the wooden handle from between her pussylips, and she
rocked her hips, prolonging the touch a microsecond more. Her
nerves were stretched to their limits by the seemingly unending
sensations of the night.

She could feel tears of sexual frustration
pooling in her eyes, and blinking furiously, wanting to remove all
trace of them before Mark removed her blindfold. She expected him
to remove the covering any moment.

Instead, he untied the binding, removing the
leather straps from her body. Free to move, she laid there,
breathlessly waiting for him to remove her blindfold so she could
climb off of the island.

A heated breath whispered across her thigh
moments before the soft brush of his hair tickled her skin. Moist
lips pressed against her mons, and Lisa moaned softly, knowing that
now that they were alone, Mark would want to hear her enjoyment of
his touch.

His tongue delved into her already sensitive
core, and Lisa screamed softly as she held back the orgasm that
slammed against her. Trembling, she whimpered, trying to
communicate how close she was to her body betraying her.

“Shhhh luv,” Mark whispered against her
skin, his breath teasing her even more, “Let yourself go. It’s been
a long night, and you’ve done so well.”

Free by his leave, she let her muscles
loosen and allowed the sensations to swarm over her as he returned
to her pussy, his tongue lapping at her heated flesh, spearing deep
into her core. She could feel his love with each attentive
motion.

Despite his power over her, and her complete
submission to him, Mark had never treated her as anything less than
an equal. Everything he did was calculated to prolong and increase
her pleasure, not to truly torture or demean her.

She submitted, as much as he dominated, out
of love.

This time when her orgasm started tremors
throughout her body, she let it wash over her. Her pussy tightened,
and she could feel the velvet glide of his tongue more intimately
as her cream flowed. Back arching at the intensity of the climax,
she screamed Mark’s name, her hands fisting at her sides. The feel
of her fingernails digging into her palms only increased the
sensation as Mark reached up her body and pinched her nipples,
plucking gently at the tender nubs.

She was softly floating on the euphoria of
her orgasm when she felt Mark shift between her legs and heard the
unmistakable sound of his belt and zipper being undone. The feel of
his dress shirt was replaced by his hips as he slowly and gently
pushed his cock into her. Each thrust was carefully drawn out, a
slow glide of flesh against flesh. His fingertips danced playfully
over his clit as he whispered in her ear, his voice rough with
emotion. She couldn’t make out the words above the throb of her
heart racing, but she knew they were words of love, of praise, of
devotion.

Each thrush of Mark’s cock pushed her
higher, driving her towards another orgasm. When it flowed over
her, it was like the warm caress of water lapping at a beach. And
it seemed to go on forever, as Mark continued his steady thrusts,
wringing every ouch of pleasure out of her body that was
possible.

Moaning softly, her body completely
worn-out, Lisa barely felt his withdrawal as he slipped from her
body and moved around the island to undo her blindfold. Blinking at
the muted light, she smiled at his thoughtfulness. Mark had dimmed
the lights before coming to her.

She could feel his gaze moving over her. The
heat of his possessiveness as he debated what more he wanted from
her. She watched as he carefully tucked his erection back into his
dress slacks and zipped them up. As tired as she was, Lisa knew she
would give him anything he asked for, especially if it meant
feeling him release inside of her body, knowing that she brought
him to orgasm. It was a heady feeling, being loved by this man.

“Sit up baby.”

Groaning softly as the movement, Lisa
complied and found her muscles a little stiffer from the forced
stillness than she had imagined they would be. Gentle hands cupped
her should and started to massage, and Lisa tipped her head back,
thankful for his soft touch.

As Mark’s hands slid down her back, working
tirelessly against her tense muscles, she found her body awakening
again. A fire of need started within her breasts and pussy,
spreading throughout her body with each swirl of his thumbs over
her back, each gentle pinch of his hands.

“Let’s get you in the shower,” he proclaimed
as he reached the curve of her ass. Lisa giggled as his hands
touched a ticklish spot. Mark playfully brushed against the spot
again before pulling away, and moving to stand in front of her.

With almost careless strength, he picked her
up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom, then into the
master bath. Setting her down, he reached into the stall and turned
on the taps, carefully adjusting the temperature of the three jets
before motioning her inside.

Moments later, he had shed his clothing and
followed her in. Lisa relaxed against him as he moved to stand
behind her, each glide of his body against hers a further
enticement. She could feel his need against her back, as his
erection brushed against the upper curve of her ass. Her hands
itched to reach behind her as cup him, but this was his night.

Sometimes he gave her free reign to touch
and tease as she wished, but tonight wasn’t one of those times. So
she closed her eyes and simply enjoyed the feel of his hands moving
over her as she soaped up her body and reaching over them, grabbed
the handheld shower jet and washed her off, his movements slow and
careful. She knew that there wouldn’t be a single drop of soap left
on her body when he was through, he was that thorough.

It was one of the things she loved about
him, his attention to the slightest detail. It was part of what
made him a perfect dominant. Regardless of whether she was tied
down and helpless, or held motionless by her own will, she had
nothing to fear with him. The lash would never fall on a spot too
tender to take another sting, the cuffs would never bind too tight,
and her needs would never be neglected for too long.

The shower head nudged against the juncture
of her thighs, and she parted them, giving Mark full access. As the
warm jets of water pulsed against her clit, she whimpered, her body
already craving more.

He didn’t make her wait too long. Whether he
was tired of teasing, or simply too aroused to draw things out much
longer, Mark moved the showerhead back to its holder and turned her
in his arms. Lisa’s eyes flew open as he cupped her ass and lifted
her against him. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his
waist as his cock slid between them, nudging at the opening of her
core.

Mark rotated his hips and his cock-head slid
past her opening, driving deep within her with his first thrust.
Clasping his shoulders, she tipped her head back, trusting him not
to let her fall, and enjoyed the feel of his claiming of her
body.

A few steps brought her back against the
tile covered wall, one of the jets sending a stream of water
cascading against her shoulder. Mark’s thrusts quickened as he
gained leverage. Closing her eyes again, Lisa savored each and
every glide of his body against hers, the feel of his chest hairs
tickling her nipples, the brush of his groin hair against her
clit.

As his mouth claimed her, his tongue sliding
past her lips to mate with hers, she embraced the mastery of his
touch. Heaven was in his arms, and she was there right then, lost
in his touch, in his power over not only her body but over her
mind.

She waited with anticipation for his command
to come, for his ultimate dominance over her.

As his pace deepened, his cock thrusting
harder and faster, her skin sliding against the smooth wet wall,
her pussy tightening around his erection, desperate to prolong the
sensation, she fell in love with him all over again.

He broke the kiss and dropped his head
against her shoulder, his lips brushing against her skin as he let
himself go. “That’s it baby. Open your body to me, hold me so deep
inside you.”

Lisa thrilled at his praise as he asserted
his claim, his body moments away from marking her with his come.
“Oh yeah Lisa, you feel so good baby. So damn good.”

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she began
rocking against him, drawing out the thrusts of his cock, enhancing
the moment for him.

“Damn you feel so good Lisa, so soft and
silky and wet. Come for me, tighten your pussy around me to hard
then I can never leave you.”

The comment in his voice was unmistakable
and she couldn’t deny him. Clenching his tight, she let her orgasm
crest for the second time, her body milking his cock as he spasmed
within her, hot jets of come marking her pussy as his, and his
alone.

As they struggled to regain their steady
breathing, Lisa opened her eyes and shifted to look at Mark’s face.
His eyes closed, long lashed laying against his cheeks, he looked
like an angel to her.

She knew some would judge her for her
complete submission to her, say she was betraying her gender and
all women had struggled to attain, but they had no clue. In
submitting to Mark she freed herself, and she lived her life as she
chose.

As his eyes opened and she met the beautiful
blue of his gaze, she pressed a soft kiss against his lips. “I love
you,” she whispered against his firm lips and felt whispered back
to her.

The chill of the water forced an end to the
moment, but as Mark carried her out of the shower and carefully set
her down, and dried her off, she knew that another memory would
soon be in the making.

Judging by his returning erection, he wasn’t
done with her yet.

* * *

Moving with a smooth grace, Natalie hung her
Stetson on the hat-hook just inside the barn door, and then stepped
into her husband's playroom. Over the years, he had slowly added
more and more sex toys, until the room could rival any dungeon of
depravity. She paused just inside the threshold and inhaled deeply,
savoring the scent of tanned leather, sweat, and sex. If she
listened closely, she could almost hear the echoes of her moans and
screams from the night before.