Page 2 of Be Careful What You Wish For

He withdrew suddenly.

‘Remove bra and pants.’

His voice carried a commanding presence. And while she reached behind her, struggling with clasps, desperately wanting to obey, to please, he rose in one swift motion, standing at her side, holding her down, bent firm towards the floor. Caught unawares, she whimpered in protest.

‘Silence!’

His order thundered into the stillness, cutting across anything she might have said. He was rubbing her bottom, and the feeling was good, soothing, sensuous even. His hands were warm, but then suddenly began to tap a rhythm gently, oh so gently, almost like the softest of breezes blowing on a summer’s evening. It began on one buttock and then moved to the other, mirroring the actions.

Gradually they began to build. And all the time strange reactions were happening somewhere deep within, drawing out the craving, the need, shiny moisture caressing her thighs.

Suddenly the heat in her buttocks exploded as six hard smacks hit her bottom. She yelped. She couldn’t help it. And it sounded all the louder, all the more shocking given she had made no sound before. She felt trapped. Helpless. Vulnerable. Yet strangely she almost welcomed the assault on her senses. His hand held her firmly around the waist, one leg reaching around hers to restrict movement. And yet... she was enjoying the control he had over her? It didn’t make sense.

Something penetrated her anal passage. She sensed his finger at the entrance, feeling its way inside. She tried to wriggle from his grasp, and was rewarded by two sharp slaps to the bottom. Again his finger entered, pushing, exploring, while she whimpered and gasped. And even as she flinched under the firm hand that held, she was unsure suddenly about her feelings towards the action taking place. Because within her she had the strangest excitement building she could no longer deny or contain. She wanted him to continue. She needed him to stop, to draw breath, to calm the turbulence of feeling that now crept into every crevice of her body, leaving her begging for more.

He freed his hold, and shakily she stepped out of her pants to drop them on the growing pile of clothes, along with her bra.

Now she stood naked before him.

He moved behind to place a blindfold over her eyes. Her wrists were bound, crossed one over the other at the front. And following his lead she allowed herself to be led to another place in the room, where her arms might be raised and secured. Her back came into contact with a hard cold surface. She tried desperately to lift away, but then felt each ankle bound and something pushed between them to prevent them coming together.

Tentatively she tested her bonds, wriggling her fingers, pulling against the locks around her ankles. But her efforts were in vain and she only ended up feeling sore. She listened for sounds; a clue to what he might be doing, of the action that might follow.

Long minutes passed.

Suddenly her hair was dragged back and down, her head pulled to one side. She felt the heat of his breath, the touch of his mouth on hers, and in widening her lips in response, his tongue reached into its depths. With his other hand he moved down to her crotch, where a finger slid smoothly between the wet lips of her pussy to explore within. His thumb acted as a pivot, finding the clit, while one finger, then two, set up a regular rhythm, in... and out, out... and in.

The sensation was driving her wild. She writhed and wriggled and fought him with a fury to be free. But at the same time his lips crushed down on hers, and her mouth was filled with his tongue, making her gag and squirm. He held her fast. And when finally he let her go, still struggling for breath, he tweaked her nipple, the ‘shy one’, holding it taut between forefinger and thumb, matching the rhythm that continued to make her gyrate between her legs.

Her back arched. She desperately thrust her body forward for the fingers when they withdrew from her crotch, urging them back. The lips of her vagina were swollen open as the beginnings of an orgasm took hold.

She could see nothing, only feel. The blindfold heightened her awareness and the feelings contained within. Her body was flooded in every part with tingling, excitement and emotion, and now she prepared to surrender finally and completely, knowing the explosion of feeling would come.

With a wry smile playing around his lips he relaxed his hold, removing his hands altogether, watching her teeter on the edge of a climax... willing it, wanting it, urging it to happen, wanting it so very much... and then crying out first with frustration and then bitter disappointment as she realised he would not let it be.

Her bottom butted the door it rested against, wrists and arms held taut. For long moments he watched her agony, movements gradually receding, his eyes resting on her face, her breasts, her thighs, her groin. Then he bent to release the hold between her ankles, reaching up to unhook her, leading her to the bed. He removed her blindfold.

‘You will come to me this one time unfettered. Of your own free will. And give yourself to me. In your own time. In your own way.’

With one finger he caught her chin, lifting her head until she was looking directly into his smouldering dark eyes.

‘Do you understand? You may answer if you do.’

‘Yes,’ she replied hesitantly. And then, with more firmness than she felt, ‘Yes... Master. I do.’

It was a contradiction she knew she would mull over later. To come freely to him, and yet at the same time call him ‘Master’ with a sense of being owned? It was a concept she found hard to grasp.

But for now she was uncomfortably aware of the urgent need within her aching to be fulfilled. To reach the climax she had been so cruelly denied. She watched him pull off his clothes and lie on the bed, and tentatively she pulled herself beside him. Kneeling, she touched, moving up from the tips of his toes to explore his body. This was a totally new experience, and she didn’t want that to show, or for him to know; in truth, she was a virgin to love. Always in the past it had been taken from her... rammed, reviled, used... never had she been allowed any element of control or the freedom to explore. This then was him giving to her in a role reversal, showing that he too had needs and wants and desires. She relaxed, knowing she would enjoy this experience. For the first time she perceived she was an equal.

Her fingers walked up his legs, and then her hands smoothed and massaged, journeying upward, holding and caressing his balls. They twitched. He moaned. Encouraged, she explored the forest of dark hair and the erect penis reaching out towards her, encouraging her to take hold. Fingers wrapped around its body, familiarising themselves with the pulsing, the throbbing, rhythmic movements of pleasure. She knew now he too was excited. She began to move further up the body, but with an unexpected shyness, unwilling to meet his eyes, knowing she would give herself away.

But then, suddenly, he reached for her. And she wa

s glad as easily he rolled on top and softly, smoothly, penetrated her achingly wet pussy, plunging into her depths, making her gasp with pleasure.

How easily came the feelings... they gave long audible gasps, thrusting together again and again, and then holding tight, urgently hanging on as a cascade of feelings welled up, washing over them like a waterfall. An orgasm caught each of them in turn and spilled over, exploding into tiny atoms of emotion, triggering electric impulses to run up and down their bodies.

She was laughing and crying at the same time, snuggling into his shoulder as together they rolled, reversing positions, so that she sat astride him, feeling another swell of emotion catch hold, rising from the deepest part of her being. God, this was good. No, more, much more; it was beautiful. Sheer heaven! Never had she felt like this. It was like being born again; she didn’t want it to end, didn’t want the reality of the real world to take over, to pull them apart, and to have the ordinariness of everyday things get in the way of such extraordinary ecstasy. All her life she had wished to be somewhere like this, to know what it was like to be loved in that way.

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