Love Lies Dying (41 page)

He looked at her vagina again and had trouble looking away.

She was oiled too. Her body shining in the glow from the fire.

“What do you think?” she asked.

In spite of himself, he found he was growing hard.

Zoe tilted her head to one side and smiled.

“Don’t say anything, Johnny,” she said. “You’ve already answered my question.”

Her eyes stayed fixed on his hardening cock. There was nothing he could do to stop it. It was an automatic response to looking at her.

She looked unbelievable.

Shut your eyes then, don’t look!

But he couldn’t. He had to.

She looked stunning.

His eyes were split between looking at the diamond in her belly button and the moist folds between her legs.

God, she’s a stunner.

She placed her hands on her hips, “Okay, I know you want to tell me. So, what
do
you think?”

John didn’t know what to say. His mind raced.

“Impressive,” was all he could manage.

She bowed.

“Why, thank you, Johnny. I always dress to impress.”

She smiled, turned around and walked towards the beds at the far end of the church.

John watched her as she walked.

The leather straps that had disappeared between her legs came together and ran between the cheeks of her arse, like a thong, before continuing up her back and forming one long strip of leather where the other strips from her arms and hips ended. John noticed the small bandage on the top of Zoe’s left buttock and wondered what it was, before he remembered that she had cut herself when Fox had called her at his home.

She walked past the railings and bent over when she got to the beds.

The leather between her arse cheeks pulled tighter, opening them to his view. From the way she was standing, he could see the parted lips of her vagina. Moist and warm and welcoming.

John’s eyes darted to his cock. It was bobbing in the air, pulsing frantically. Shining in the glow of the raging fire.

She’s oiled me there too?
he thought to himself.
When? When did she have time to lift me from the chair, undress me, oil me, clean my wounds and tie me to the table? Just how long was I unconscious?

His eyes swung across to Zoe as she walked back towards him, her footsteps echoing around them.

There was nothing he could do.

She’s just so beautiful…and so eager.

She smiled at him a little lopsided smile as she approached. Both her hands were behind her back as she walked closer.

“Are you thirsty?” she asked him again.

He nodded his head as she came closer.

“Good,” she replied. “You want a drink of water?”

He nodded.

She stopped by the table and looked down at him. The half-heart pendant dropped forward from her chest. It hung there in the air, as a constant reminder of Helen and what had happened to her.

John could also feel his own chain around his neck.

I’m so sorry.
John thought.
But I have no other choice.

“Really thirsty?”

John nodded again.

“I’ll give you something better than water,” she replied as she bent over and ran her tongue around his ear.

She straightened herself up and brought her right hand over his chest. He felt the soft touch as it ran down his body.

He lifted his head and saw the riding crop in her hand. It was black and looked oiled too. The tip was made of leather.

“You’re going to enjoy this,” she whispered, as she passed the tip of the crop over the head of his pulsing cock.

His eyes came back and locked on to hers; deep and brown, they engulfed him once again.

There’s no escape.

“I appreciate the beauty of a fine whip, Johnny,” she said in a low husky tone as the whip fluttered down his shaft and around his balls.

“And so will you.”

He closed his eyes.

I’m sorry, my love. So sorry.

Thirty-eight

His stomach rumbled loudly.

“You’re hungry,” she whispered as they lay side by side on the table.

“Yes,” he replied.

“There’s no food here. I’m sorry. I didn’t think of that. I’ll have to go and get some.”

“That’s okay. I’m sure I’ll survive a while longer,” he replied, running a hand through her hair.

He stared across her bare shoulder at the sunlight as it shone through the windows.

“It’ll be dark soon,” he said.

“I know.”

His eyes fell to the fireplace. The fire was almost out and he was beginning to get cold. The waning heat from the sunlight was the only thing keeping them warm, apart from their own body heat.

They were glued together by their own juices, sweat, oil and semen.

John closed his eyes and stroked her hair with his right hand.

It was a small victory, but she had loosened the ropes around his chest so he could get his right arm free.

Slowly, I’m getting there.

“I don’t want to move from your side,” she muttered.

“Then don’t.”

“Can we lie here a while longer?”

“Yes.”

She snuggled further into his body. He felt her lips brush his shoulder, her legs rub against his hips.

And then he thought back.

Hours had passed. The setting sun proved that they had spent all afternoon together. But where they had been, time meant nothing.

She had climbed up onto the table and stood above him. She’d placed one foot on each side of his head and let him stare up her long legs to the folds between them.

“I know what you want, Johnny,” she had said. “This is what you’ve been denying yourself for so long. Why say no to this?”

He was in no position to struggle or fight her.

He wasn’t sure he even wanted to anymore.

He wasn’t going to get away from here without playing her game. And he did need her help if she was going to lead him to Fox. She was his only connection to the bastard who killed Helen.

“I know you’re thirsty,” she continued in her deep husky voice as she slowly bent into a squatting position. “And I know what you’re thirsty for.”

She was just inches from his face now. He could smell her, see every detail of her folds, her labia, her glistening pink insides, and her ass.

So close.

Her hand reached between her legs and unfastened a black stud on the back of her outfit. The leather straps between her legs fell away. She unfastened another black stud on the front and removed the leather between her legs completely. She let the  leather fall to the floor.

“You want me?” she asked.

He didn’t answer. He just stared at the beauty before him.

“I know you do. Your cock tells me.”

He lifted his head slightly, trying to reach between her legs.

She lifted herself up, out of his reach.

“Uh-uh, not that easy,” she said to him.

He rested his head back down.

The oil shined off her lips and folds; he studied the small pucker of her anus. She was so wet and inviting.

“You want me?” she said again, as she lowered herself back down. “If you do, say it.”

John had no choice.

I have to.

“I want you,” he whispered.

“I can’t hear you.”

“I want you.”

“Louder.”

“I want you!” he yelled. His voice echoed around the church.

There was a pause.

Then Zoe lowered herself onto his face.

“Good boy,” she said. “I knew you did.”

He was covered by her folds. Smothered by her.

His tongue shot forward and buried itself deep in her. He searched inside her, wanting to feel everything; her soft, silky sides, her wet flaps and folds, her dark tangy interior.

He tongued her with passion. Searching out and finding her hard clitoris and rubbing back and forth, swirling around her nub, sucking on it.

She rocked slowly back and forth on his face, moaning deeply to herself, running her hands down his chest and stomach.

Her juices flowed quicker now, dripping into his mouth and spilling from it, trickling down the side of his face. She was wet and slippery and so good.

Her anus rocked back and forth in front of his eyes, puckering and quivering as her passion built.

“You shouldn’t deny yourself,” she whispered to him.

He could feel her hands down the side of his stomach, moving towards his hips. They reached further down as she bent forward, her arse tilting more and thrusting her clitoris back onto his tongue. Her nails scraped along the sides of his thighs. Then they traced a path up over his legs and down between them.

She squeezed his testicles and made him jump.

“I like that,” she said as she squeezed them again.

She leaned further forward as her fingers grabbed his shaft and massaged him slowly.

And then, as he continued licking at her clitoris, her mouth engulfed him.

Warm and wet, her tongue danced along his shaft. Her lips sucked hard. Her tongue licked at the tip of his cock and then her head bobbed up and down. She started slowly, but quickly built up speed.

He could hear her moaning. He wanted to reach out and grab her, to run his fingers up and down her back, to play with her wet folds, but he was tied and could do nothing more.

She rocked back and forth on his face as she sucked harder and longer.

John closed his eyes and tried to hold his passion back. He didn’t want to cum until she was ready. He wanted them to reach orgasm together.

He held on for as long as he could, but he couldn’t stop it. Her tongue and lips in combination were too good, too perfect.

Wonderful.

Images of her flooded his mind and danced before him. On the sofa, spread out on the bed, her diamond, her belly button, her breasts, her figure, her hair, and her shaved bare mound.

He opened his eyes once more as he started to twist and turn. Even though the ropes held him down, he began to squirm in ecstasy.

And then he exploded in her mouth.

She kept sucking, kept massaging, making the orgasm last; the pleasure long and exquisite.

His breathing was fast and heavy, and he moaned for a long, long time.

And as his moaning subsided, so did the sucking.

As she licked him, she began to buck faster and faster, rubbing her mound against his face.

Her breathing got deeper and quicker, her anus tighter. She threw her head back, strands of her hair escaping from her ponytail.

She came as she continued to massage him with one hand, and squeeze his balls with the other. She let out a long deep moan that lasted for quite a while and she wiggled her hips as he tongued her more.

Her juices smeared across his face, dripping into his mouth and down his throat.

Eventually, she stopped rocking back and forth. She just sat on his face, breathing hard, until John stopped licking her clitoris. When he did, she moved backwards slightly, moving her clitoris away from his tongue. He sucked on one of her flaps instead, sucking it deep into his mouth, stretching it as far as it would go.

She moaned and leaned forward again, licking the last few drops of cum from the head of his cock.

“That was nice,” she said as she lifted herself off his face.

He didn’t want her to go.

She turned around and faced him.

“Wasn’t it?”

John nodded.

“You still thirsty?” she smiled wickedly at him.

“Not as thirsty as I was,” he said, licking his wet lips.

He could still smell her. She was on his skin now. Her juices were still with him, smeared around his nose and mouth.

He licked his lips again.

“Have you ever had it so good?” she looked him in the eye as she lay down on his chest.

“No,” John replied without hesitation.

“Honest?”

“Honest.”

She smiled and played with some of his chest-hairs.

“Good,” she said. “I’m glad. I wanted this to be special for you.”

“It was.”

“I wanted you to know what you were missing.”

“Well, I do now.”

“It’s only fair, Johnny, for us to get what we always wanted.”

He stared into her eyes.

“Life should be all about that,” she said. “Getting what we most want.”

John nodded.

She lay on him for quite some time.

The heat from the fire kept them both warm.

John wasn’t too sure how much time had passed, but eventually she lifted her knee and slid it up his leg, rubbing it across his cock and balls.

“I don’t suppose,” she smiled. “You’d like some more already?”

With little effort, John found himself hardening again.

“Do
you
want more?” he asked.

She nodded her head.

“I want all of you,” she said.

But then her face fell and she said in a small voice. “But I can’t have you. I’ve been bad. I’ve done bad things.”

She pouted and her eyes fell to his chest.

Her hand reached down by his side and picked up the whip from beside him.

“Will you teach me a lesson?” she asked.

Is she serious?

“Do you want me to?” he asked.

“Whip me,” she said as her eyes grew with excitement. “Please?”

John nodded, “Okay, if you
want
me to.”

“I do,” she nodded. “I’ve been a
bad
girl.”

“But I can’t, I’m tied down.”

He tried to move his left arm, but it was still numb and he didn’t want to risk splitting the stitches anyway. So, then he tried to move his right arm, but it was pressed tightly into his chest by the ropes binding him.

Zoe had climbed from him, and loosened the rope tied around his chest. He managed to pull his right arm free and she handed him the whip.

“Whip my ass,” she smiled at him as she climbed back on the table. “Whip it hard.”

This can’t be happening,
he thought.

But it was.

She turned away from him and crawled down his body. She stopped when she reached his groin and licked the top of his pulsing cock.

She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled, “You ready?”

John nodded.

“Okay,” she turned around and bent forward, taking him back into her mouth.

She crawled backwards slightly, raising her arse in the air in front of his face.

And John had begun whipping her.

He shook his head as he thought about it now. The girl lying next to him so quiet and peaceful was the same girl who had bucked on his face and wanted to be whipped.

This has got to end, and end soon,
he thought.
There’s too much left to do. Problems to solve and people to find. But if I do what she wants now, she’ll help me find Fox!

The sun was setting, its light getting weaker. Soon it would be gone completely.

He felt guilty for having sex with Zoe, but he was powerless to stop her.

Yeah, right, and you didn’t enjoy it one bit.

John felt worse now. But he consoled himself that if he could’ve stopped it, he would’ve.

Really? Did she force you to whip her?

I didn’t have any other option!

Did she force you to enjoy it?

I had to do it.

Did she force you to cum in her mouth or lick her clit?

John opened his eyes, trying hard to force the thoughts from his mind.

Come on,
John told himself.
Concentrate on getting out of here.

He turned his head to look at Zoe. Her eyes were shut and she had a contented smile on her face. He ran his hand through her hair once more.

So beautiful,
he thought.
And so dangerous.

But maybe it wasn’t her fault. Maybe this was normal for her.

Is this what Fox always wanted? Did he teach her all these warped sex games? Does she really think love is about this?

I didn’t hear you complaining.

Shut up!

Well, don’t call them warped sex games, you enjoyed them.

Gotta concentrate.