YOUR WRITING: He entered the room. It was well past midnight. She lay before him, naked and barely covered by a sheet. “Oh Cara, why? I gave you every opportunity to repay your debt. All you would say is that it was up to me. No! A debt is a debt, and it is yours.”
With that, he took two scarves and quickly bound her wrists together above her head, and then tied her arms to the head frame of the bed. She stirred, opened her eyes. “Why, my captain? What have I done?”
“You have not repaid your debt. Now you must.” She looked at him with fear in her eyes. He looked down as he could not acknowledge her. “Please do not hurt me!”
“Cara, I will never hurt you. But the debt must be repaid.” With that, he spread her legs and tied each ankle to the foot board frame.
“You will repay your debt with ecstasy. You will sigh, moan, cry my name. I will take my time, perhaps all night. And at the end, you will be mine, even more than you are now. Mind, body, spirit.” He looked upon and then climbed onto the bed.
The captain hesitated and backed off the bed. He looked at her feet and grinned. She looked at him. “No” she mouthed. “Say yes. Say please. Say do whatever you want.” She nodded and begged him to touch her. He took her right foot in his left hand as his right hand ran the length of her inner thigh. To her wetness.
MY WRITING: He knew she would be wet, knew that she struggled with her desire to be controlled versus her desire to be in control. He knew she would never surrender willingly but she would surrender to him, eventually. Of this, he was sure.
At the same moment his fingers reached her wetness, he tilted her foot to his mouth and breathed in her scent. With a quick thrust, two fingers were inside of her. A lyrical screech escaped her lips. She closed her eyes as she tried to raise her hips, pulling against the bindings, wanting him deeper. Just as quickly, he pulled his fingers from her.
“No.” she whimpered.
He smiled, “Cara. Look at me.”
He saw her struggle and reveled in it.
“Do not forget your debt, Cara. You will do as I say. Look. At. Me!”
Her eyes opened as if from sleep, meeting his eyes. She watched as he brought his fingers, wet from her, to her foot. He rolled his fingers along the sole of her foot. Keeping eye contact, his tongue traced the map of his fingers, tasting her. He stopped and her eyes widened with the unknown.
“I will not hurt you, Cara. But payment of your debt means something must be taken. Don’t you agree?”
He knew she was torn. If she agreed, would she be acquiescing to whatever payments he demanded? If she did not agree would the unknown be even more fierce? The struggle made his cock harder than it already was.
“No answer?”
She could not bring words forth, but her eyes begged for something deeper than she knew she wanted. And he was salivating to take his payment.
“Oh, Cara. Payment means, dear one, that I must tease you and with that might come a bit of…” His teeth grazed her sole, bringing the desired sensation of delicious torment. She tried to pull her foot from his mouth, but the scarves would not yield.
Then one word, screamed, “Don’t!”
He could not stifle a chuckle as he ran his teeth again over her sole before bringing his mouth to take her toes, one by one, nibbling, licking, tickling. She bucked, trying to free herself, his grip holding fast as his mouth enjoyed her efforts to try to wiggle her toes from him.
With her foot wet from his attentions, he released it and moved it to his cock. Holding her foot firm, he ran his cock over it, around, feeling every inch, folding her toes over his hardness. For an exquisite moment, his eyes closed from the pleasure of it. Opening them, seeing her struggling, seeing her laid bare and bound for him, feeling her foot on his cock, he had a choice to fall over the edge at that moment, or to pull back.
He pulled back. But knew she would pay for his decision.
He knew he would not hurt her. How could he? Everything about her quickened him in ways he had long since assigned to the past. But here she was. Present. His present. Before him. Tied. Writhing. Struggling to free herself from not only the scarves that bound her but, perhaps, from the unknown of his, and her, true desires. Or maybe she was writhing with anticipation and want of the unknown. He smiled at this thought.
“Don’t hurt her.” Was a melody in his brain but it combined with “Take her as you want.” Somewhere in the between of those chants, lay his pleasure. Somewhere in payment of her debt. Somewhere in the shadows of delicious torment.
He rose from the bed. Running a finger long her form, feeling her quiver from his touch, he moved to the unused scarves and selected two, twirling them in his hand as he turned back to her.
“Cara. Your vulnerability is something I cannot turn from. I need more.”
“What more could you want?” her words came out breathy, as a whisper. “I am bound. I cannot free myself.” She pulled at the scarves, her body bucking under their restraint. His cock twitched.
“I am going further, Cara. If I go too far, you must pull us back. Do you understand what I am saying?”
Her eyes rounded with fear. She shook her head no.
“You must tell me, Cara. I must hear your words.”
“No. No. I do not understand.” She whimpered and his mind was torn between releasing her and holding her gently or taking his payment as he desired.
“Pick a word, Cara. A word that, if I go too far, you will use and I will stop. If you don’t do this, I will never stop. You must do as I say, Cara. For both of us. Any word. Just pick one. Now! If you wait another second, it will be too late.” His breath came hard, chest rising as his eyes scanned her form. All his but not yet fully surrendered, even bound. “Now! Cara! Give. Me. A. Word!”
“Pirate!” she screamed, “Pirate! The word is pirate! What? What are you going to do?”
“Anything I want.” His words sucked the air from the room. Her head spun. She pulled harder on the scarves as he knew she would. This was the delicious torment he would take. This was the delicious torment he hoped she would devour as he did.
“Pirate.” He repeated.
He no longer stalked her body. Now he pounced, scarves in hand. He sat across her body, his cock resting just above her pussy. He took the scarves and began to bind her breasts, round twice with the scarves, then once around them both, pulled them together.
“No. No. No. Please.” She begged him to stop as the scarves wound their way around her breasts, his hands working slow, bringing that delicious torture to her.
He leaned over her, whispered in her ear, “That is not the word, Cara. If you want me to stop, you must use the word.”
Their eyes met. She was silent. He smiled.
He slid up on her body, his cock resting now on her bound breasts. He bent down and kissed her, gently at first, mingling his tongue with hers. She moaned from the pleasure of his lips on hers. He sucked her tongue into his mouth before pulling away.
He pushed his fingers into her mouth and watched her revel in their feel. She sucked them into her mouth, playing them with her tongue. He pulled her tongue from her mouth.
Again, he whispered, “Cara, do not put your tongue back into your mouth.”
With that, he positioned his body so that his cock was just below her bound breasts. He marveled at them, tightly kept for his pleasure.
“Such a delicious payment. Well, at least one part.”
He reached over to the candle that had melted to an oil and poured the warm oil over and between her breasts. She screamed from the sensation of warmth and tingles of pain. His cock twitched. He put the candle back, gripped one breast in each hand, twining his fingers into the scarves, and thrust his cock between her breasts. In and out, feeling the warm oil slippery but not so much as to lose the friction. His hands released her breasts, but the rope kept them tight around his cock. He moved his hands to push her bound wrists tight into the bed, holding her, controlling her. With each thrust, the tip of his cock emerged and hit the tip of her tongue, sending shock waves through him. Lost in his own pleasure, he would not have known of hers if he hadn’t been watching her tongue twirl and strain farther to feel his cock. He took one hand and snaked it back between her legs. Her wetness was astonishing. In that moment, bound by the scarves he tied with his hands, he knew that he owned more of her mind, body, and spirit. But not yet all.
He wanted to last. He wanted more of her. But his body was betraying him. Everything about this moment was exquisite. Her breasts bound around his cock. Her wetness betraying her own desire. Her tongue tickling the tip of his cock. His eyes watching her pleasure. His hands holding her as much captive as the scarves, as much as his desire, as much as her desire. He grasped her head, lifting it from the bed. With one final thrust his cock pushed beyond the edges of her breasts, into her mouth. He held her head fast as he came. The sound of her moans echoed in his mind As his own koans burst from his lips, he knew that the ecstasy he felt was something he never knew before.
Spent, he released her head, slid his cock from her bound breasts, and laid on top of her, his cock resting between her legs where her wetness pooled. Their eyes met.
“Cara, you are…I don’t even have the words for what you do to me.”
“Does this mean my debt is paid?”
He laughed, “Oh, no, dear one.”
“But…” His kiss silenced her.
And then, a whisper in her ear, “You owe me more than this. And you know it. But, part of my pleasure, is your pleasure.”
He ran his hands over her breasts, still bound, and tweaked her nipples. With one hand he walked butterfly fingers along her arms. He kissed her neck, delighting in her moans and quivers, feeling her skin bounce under his lips. Then one hand made its way to her pussy. When he found her clit, slippery wet and wanting, he began to caress it, fingers sliding back and forth. He rolled off her, gliding down her form, his tongue dancing over her nipples, past the scarves, along her stomach, to stop just below her belly button.
“What do you want, Cara?”
“You know. Please don’t make me say it.”
“Oh, you won’t need to say it. But you will need to beg for it.” With those words he thrust two fingers into her pussy, dancing them in and out as his other hand played her clit. She writhed, pulling against the scarves, trying to raise her hips to thrust his fingers deeper.
And then his fingers were gone, and her pussy ached for him.
“No! No! Not fair!” she cried out.
“Fair? You owe me. Fair is what I say it is.” His words taunted her in their power. “Now, beg.”
“I can’t.” she whispered.
In one swift movement, he rose and stood beside her. “Then I will simply sit and watch you writhe while my cock recovers from fucking your breasts. And you, Cara, will get nothing.” As he said the words, he hated them. But his desire for her surrender was greater than denying her in this moment.
She whimpered, a soft cry of want, of fighting her want. In that moment, he didn’t know if she would succeed, or not.
“Captain.” It was a whisper.
“My name, Cara. Not my title. What is my name?” say it.
The whisper was throaty, rough around the edges, “Michael.”
He felt his body react to her whispering his name. He never imagined he could have this sensation simply from his name, but he never imagined her, either. He never imagined everything he felt for her, everything he wanted to do with her, everything he wanted to do to her.
He pulled himself from his thoughts, “Yes, Cara?”
“Please.” Quiet, shy, she could barely get the word out.
“Who, please?” He could not help himself from wanting to hear more.
“Michael, please.” Her body reacted to her own words, pulling against the scarves, her bound breasts aching against their restraints.
“Please, what, Cara? What do you long for me to do?” He felt his cock twitch to life again as she struggled with her words, with her restraints, with her desires.
“Please. I need you. I need you…inside of me.” It was almost a cry and his heart leapt with his cock.
Ever so slowly, he moved back to the bed, their eyes locked together as he approached her. His hands, once again, trailed her body. Swirling his hands over her body, he bent and nibbled on her neck. Her lips were at his ears.
“Untie me. Please. I need to move. I need freedom.”
He chuckled, moving his face directly to hers, “Not yet, Cara. Not even close.”
His hands found her legs, danced up her thighs as he laid between them.
“Now, Cara. Beg me and I will make you cum.”
He felt her body quiver at the thought. He watched her lips part, then close. He again delighting in this combination of innocence and lust that seemed a constant struggle for her, and in this, and so much more, he found her irresistible.
“Captain…”
He reached up and pulled at her bound breasts, causing them to constrict with beat of pain traveling through her body, resting between her legs and making her pussy pulse.
“Aaahhhhh.” She cried.
“My name.” he commanded, “Not my title.”
In a voice tinged with delicious torment, she whispered, “Michael. Michael, please. I need you to…I need. Please, Michael.”
“Now, beg me.” His cock was hard again, and he knew if she didn’t tell him in this instant, he would forgo her desires and slam his cock into her hard, in and out, time and again, reveling as she surely would strain against the ties he bound her in. Again, he commanded, “Now. Cara. Beg me.”
Her desire overruled everything. In that moment all she wanted was release. In that moment she only wanted him. His fingers, his lips. Inside of her. On her clit. Making her cum.
“Make me cum,” her voice grew louder, “Micheal. I need you. Please. I can’t…any longer…please! Michael, please!!”
He smiled as he thrust his fingers inside of her wetness. He had never known a women could be this wet. At the same time his tongue found her clit. He luxuriated in the taste of her, almost sweet. He heard her moans, her gasps. She bucked against the restraint as he played her pussy masterfully.
“Make me…you’re making me…Michael…I can’t hold back….you…you…”
Propelled by her words, by her desire for him, by his name screamed from her lips, he moved one wet finger to circle her ass, that void begging to be filled every so gently. Slowly, he slid that one finger into her. As he manipulated his tongue, his eyes watched her face. He could see that the combination was pure pleasure for her. She fell over the edge. Her orgasm took hold of her entire body. She pulsed and bucked. She screamed out her pleasure as he brought her orgasm out of her in delicious waves.
Her body melted back down on the bed. When her breathing slowed, he slipped his fingers from her and smiled up at her. She was beautiful in her release. She smiled back to him and a giggle escaped her lips.
He moved beside her and unbound her breasts. He knew she would feel them throb, as he released them. Once free from their bindings, he gently massaged them with more warm oil, and kissed every inch of them back to feeling.
“I never imagined you, Cara, not in my wildest dreams.”
“Nor I, you. Michael.” His name on her tongue made him smile. He laid next to her, on his side, caressing her breasts, kissing her neck, turning her head to gently kiss her lips.
“Mmmm.” Her voice returned to softness, to a whisper, and he again felt his cock twitch.
“May I ask a question?” her words were soft.
“Anything.” He responded as he gazed into her eyes.
“Has my debt been paid?” Now that part of her lust had been sated, her eyes reflected innocence to him. He could not help but chuckle.
He brought his lips to her ear and whispered, “No.”
“I don’t understand.” Confusion tinged her words.
“Did you forget my words, Cara? You will repay your debt with ecstasy. You will sigh, moan, cry my name.”
“We have shared ecstasy. You have heard me sigh, moan, and cry your name. What more could I owe.”
“I will take my time. Our night is not yet ended. By the time we are done, you will be mine, even more than you are now. Mind, body, spirit. Do you not remember those words?” His voice was kind, even playful, but also very sure.
“Do you not have my mind, body, and spirit? Michael, you do. You must know this.”
“I have parts of them. The parts you select to share with me.”
“I did not select this! I did not select to be bound. Untie me!” She struggled against the scarves and he felt himself weaken in his desire to please her.
“I have fulfilled my debt. What more …”
His mouth cut her off as his kiss came hot and hard. His hands wound through her hair and pulled her face to look into his eyes. “I do not yet have all of you. You know this. But I will.”
He rose from the bed. Retrieving a blade from the scarf basket, he cut the scarves on her ankles. He felt her sigh of relief for what she thought she had gained, but she was wrong. She did not know that the scarves were long. Moving his hands under her thighs, he bent her knees as her legs spread wider before him. In one swift movement, he brought one scarf higher along the bedframe and tied her left leg in that position.
“No! No! Please. Don’t!”
“Your wetness betrayed you, dear one. You know you want me to.” She could not control the quiver that ran through her body. And he smiled.
He cut the other scarf then bound her right leg in the same position before placing the blade on the bedside table. He looked at her legs wide for his pleasure. His cock hard for wanting her. He then returned to the basket of scarves and brought another to the bed. He kissed her again before bringing the scarf to her eyes.
“No. Please. I do not like the dark. I do not want to be blindfolded.”
“I told you that you never have to fear the dark with me. You will now learn this.”
“I…I..don’t want to learn it. I know. Really. I do. You don’t have to. Please, Micheal. Please don’t cover my eyes.”
“I want to always look into the mahogany depths of your eyes. And I will. Once you surrender all.”
With that he brought the scarf to cover her eyes. She whimpered and when he felt a tear fall, it was all he could do not to untie her, to hold her close and gentle. But even if the debt could be considered paid, she had been unable to surrender to him and now, in this bed, on this night, he was determined to show her that if he possessed her mind, body, and spirit, if she gave into her deepest desires, if she did not deny herself, he would treat her as a queen, giving into her every desire, every day.
He tied the scarf behind her head, letting his hands run through her long hair, pulling it just enough to tilt her head back. He kissed her again, deep, possessive, feeling her soft lips part for him.
He rose from the bed and drank her in with his eyes. She moved her head trying to find an opening in the blindfold.
“Please. Take it off.”
“Not yet, Cara.”
“When? Please tell me when.” She begged as she jerked her head back and forth trying to dislodge the blindfold. He admired her determination, even as he knew her efforts were futile.
He smiled, his eyes moving to her breasts glistening with oil. He silently reached for the candle, watching her tilt her head as if to hear him.
“Please. Tell me what you are doing.”
Without answering, he stood on the side of the bed.
“Are you here? I hear a rustle. Where are you?”
He wanted to break the silence, to say, “I am right here. I will never leave you.” But that would have ended his goal for her to surrender to the knowledge that, even blindfolded, he would only bring her pleasure, and that, sometimes, her deepest pleasures would come from his control.
He tipped the warm oil down her form. She screamed in that enchanting mix of a moan of pleasure and a gasp from tiny prickles of pain. He purposefully did not put the oil on her pussy, instead he continued down her legs, to her feet, covering her with a trickle of warm oil. When he could see the glow of that slippery line down her body, he put the candle down and began to massage the oil into her skin.
Her breasts were already slippery, and his hands felt her nipples grow hard as he encircled them. He moved to her stomach, hands swirling back and forth. He moved his hands down each leg, giving them a luster that glowed in the candlelight. With every touch of his hands on her body, he watched her, seeing if she would free herself to the pleasure of him, to knowing she had nothing to fear, even blindfolded. To further surrender.
Her head stopped moving. She stopped straining to see what was going to happen next. As he glided his hands back to her breasts, up to her neck now also slippery with oil, then down to her legs, and back, he felt her relax each time his hands pushed into her flesh. Her movements and moans melted her pleasure into his mind. He knew she was releasing herself to him and he wanted more.
He moved to her feet, massaging the oil with his hands, then with his cock, gliding it along each foot as he did earlier. He wrapped and held her toes over his cock, again balancing between wanting to cum on her feet and wanting to fuck her.
He pulled back. Taking the candle he positioned it above her pussy. He looked to her face and, in the instant, he longed to see her eyes staring at him with wonder. But he also found delight in how she had relaxed, her breath coming in gentle sighs and moans. She even stopped straining against the scarves. She was lost in his attentions to her body.
Drip.
“What…what?” her voice was a whisper.
Drip.
“I don’t… what is that?”
Drip.
The warm oil dripped through her public hair, along the shaved part of her pussy, down into her wetness.
“Oooo…oooo…OOOO!” The moan started soft then escalated as the warm oil reached her clit.
“Michael. Michael. I don’t know…it is warm. I’ve never…it feels…”
“Tell me, Cara. What does it feel?”
“Slippery. Warm.” She paused. Then, “Delicious.” Her breathe came in gasps as each drip landed on her in a tickle of heat.
His breathing began to match hers as his excitement in seeing and hearing her release to him mounted.
“It’s exquisite. Please. Don’t stop. No. Wait. Wait….wait. You must stop.”
He tipped the candle upright. Waiting for her to say something more. To do something. He was now the one confused. He did not know if what he saw, feel, and heard was her surrender. Or was she fighting it again, within herself, unable to give everything to him.
Then a whisper, “Michael. I need you close. I need to tell you…”
He put the candle down and moved his face to hers, still blindfolded. He kissed her, feeling their breath mingle with their tongues. He did not know why she called him so close. Was it to ask for him to stop? Was it to beg for the blindfold to come off? Was it to beg to be released from the bindings? He hoped it was none of those things.
“Michael,” She lifted her head. He turned his head to her ear.
“Whisper to me, Cara. What do you need?”
“I need. I need you, Michael. I need you. You must feel this with me. You must feel the warmth and wetness. Please. I need you to…to be inside of me. To fuck me.”
With those words his heart leapt with his cock. Had she done it? Had she finally let go? He wanted this more than anything. He needed to have her fully. Not in the way of command or demand. Not in the way of struggle and pain. Although surely all those things they would share in pleasure. He had to have her in surrender. Was she finally here?
She wanted him to feel the pleasure he was giving her. She did not care about anything else but their shared pleasure. In this moment, the scarves that bound and blindfolded her were inconsequential. She wanted him to feel the pleasure with her, together, bound or unbound, did not matter.
He moved his hand to remove the blindfold, but she pulled her head away.
“No. Not yet.”
And that sealed it. He knew. Finally, he had her. All of her. Mind, body, spirit. She surrendered.
He moved on top of her. His cock, harder than he ever imagined it could be, slipped inside her pussy, feeling her wetness, but also feeling the oil, still hot from the heat of her body. This was intoxicating. In and out. He wanted to go slow. To make it last. But his desire was great. He took her hard, fucking her. He pulled his cock almost completely out of her and then pinned her to the bed as he thrust in inside of her. Her gasps and moans grew in intensity and volume. They were music to his ears. They spurred to his desires.
She tried to writhe in unison with his movements, but the restraints were impeding her. They had served their delicious purpose. He gained some control, slowed his movements, reached for the blade and cut her bindings free.
But he did not expect her next movement.
Once free she pushed him from her, his cock released from her pussy. She raised her upper body from the bed and kissed him, rolling them in one movement.
With him now positioned below her she used her instincts to climb on top of him. Still blindfolded, she found his cock and guided it into her pussy. The gasp that escaped her lips was matched by his own gasp of surprise and pleasure.
She bent to kiss him, finding those lips she loved to feel and taste. He ran one hand through her hair and pulled her head back, breaking their kiss. With the other hand he removed the blindfold. Their eyes locked.
She smiled.
“Cara. You have surrendered. Mind, body, and spirit. Do you feel it?”
She whispered, “I feel everything. You. Us. I don’t want to hold anything back from you. Anything. Ever.”
She lifted her upper body and writhed her hips, back and forth on his cock, her clit pushed against his form, every part of her wetness grinding over him. He put his hands in her hips and arched his back, pushing deeper into her.
There was no room for sighs in these moments. There were only screams of pleasure.
He watched her lose herself in him. His hands. His cock. And his eyes as they locked one to the other as her long hair cascaded around her.
“I want to wait,” she breathed. “I want us to cum together.”
“Yes.” His one word came in a staccato breath.
“Tell me. Michael. Tell me when you are near. I am so close, but I will try…to…wait…
Now it was she who could not control, who had to move fast, who fucked him. And he felt all of her. Every inch of her wetness surrounded his cock. She moved without fear, without reservation, without any thought other than to make him cum, to make them cum together.
His fingers dug into her hips. She screamed from the pleasure of everything.
“Now. Now. I must…” His words were a release, a scream mingled with hers.
“Michael!” she screamed as they came together. She felt him shoot into her. He felt her pussy pulse around him. It was exquisite!
Her body panted on top of him. Spent, she fell against his chest, feeling lightheaded. His arms encircled her and held her tight as their hearts pounded one to the other.
“I don’t want to move.” She whispered. “Can we stay here all night, just like this?” And there was the innocence he adored.
“I want to hold you all night, but I fear this position might not be the most comfortable.”
“Oh, I’m comfortable. Very much.” She looked at his face. Her grin broke into a laugh that mingled with his own laughter.
She gently rose, his cock slipping from her, and rolled alongside of his. He turned to face her. Kissing her forehead, cheeks, down her neck feeling her delicious quiver. She took hold of his face and moved her lips to his ear.
“Michael.” She whispered. His name sounded sweeter than ever.
“Mmmmm.” Was all he could manage in the moment, lost to her as he knew she now was to him.
She whispered. “I surrender.”
He looked deep into her eyes and thought he saw a glimmer of a tear, but she smiled and ran a finger down his face.
“Cara.”
She giggled, “Yes.”
“Your debt is paid.” He whispered.
“But what if I want more?” Her eyes sparkled something delicious and naughty at him as her hand caressed down his chest.
This is either THE END or TO BE CONTINUED…we shall see.