Part 67 (2/2)

I slowly shook my head, letting her know kindly that her hands were going to remain behind her. I wanted her like that.

Her face took on a resigned look, not quite daring to ask again, or beg.

”If it pleases you, I, I'd like to be on top, then.”

I could understand that. If she was on the bottom, her arms would probably be a bit uncomfortable. Though, they would sink into the bed below her, I'm sure she'd be more comfortable on top.

I moved myself down to lie beside her, letting my fingers caress her bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She moaned, and with an obvious effort, she pulled away from the soft touches. She was breathing hard, as she struggled to her knees.

”G.o.d, that was hard.”

Thinking that getting to her knees with her hands tied was difficult I replied to her, ”Didn't pay attention in gymnastics?”

She flushed. ”I paid attention. That isn't what I meant.” She paused for a brief moment, probably debating whether she wanted to elaborate. ”I. I meant that it was hard pulling away from those touches.” She pulled at her bound wrists. I could see that she wanted to be free to touch her front. But that wasn't happening. She'd have to get her touches from my fingers and my body. That's how I wanted it, and she knew it.

”Your jeans?” Christi looked at me hopefully.

I just smiled at her, waiting for her to realize that I expected her to get them off me. It registered on her face.

”Please. I'm tied.”

”You can do it.”

She flushed, but turned herself around with an effort. She tried to use her bound hands to undo the top b.u.t.ton of my jeans, her fingers causing my arousal to increase as she struggled. After a few minutes, she turned her face to me, tears coursing down her cheeks.

”Please. I'm sorry. I. I can't. Please don't punish me. Please.” She was nearly sobbing with her distress. I was watching her fingers and her wrists were tied just awkwardly enough that she couldn't get her fingers to release the clasp. I wasn't too surprised.

I looked at her, trying to keep a straight face and keep it severe enough to convince her that she was in trouble, despite the fact that she was not. I was far too aroused to punish her at this point anyway. Nevertheless, the naked, vulnerable female didn't know that, and she quickly tried to quell her tears.

”Please. I. I don't want to be punished. I'll try again.”

She pressed herself harder to her task. I cringed as I watched her, her trapped wrists bending in what looked to me like a really uncomfortable position. Her face was a mask of concentration, she probably didn't even feel the pain from her hands. I really didn't want to hurt her, so I gently touched her shoulder. She looked at me questioningly. As her concentration slipped she involuntarily pulled her bound wrists away from me and cried out softly as she felt the odd position of her wrists.

”Try your mouth,” I urged her gently.

The bound girl took a deep breath, knowing that she wasn't going to have any more success with her teeth. She had to try though, she believed that she was going to be punished if she failed. And that punishment could range from denying her release to outright pain from a crop or paddle. Either way, she'd be restrained for the foreseeable future. Exactly what she didn't want.

With tears in her eyes, she again turned herself around and knelt facing my body.

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She bent again. I could feel the tremors from her body as she struggled with her teeth to release the clasps of my jeans. Her head pressed against my body, and I could actually feel her sobs of frustration and fear as she strained with the b.u.t.ton. I raised my head, trying to see what she was doing down there.

Finally, she let out a cry of dismay and frustration. I felt her take the edge of the denim in her teeth and pull back. Her teeth slipped, but the fabric came free. She almost sobbed in relief as the stubborn b.u.t.ton released its hold. Tears running down her face, she knelt up and looked at me, triumph replacing the frustration.

”Ouch,” she whispered. She moved her jaw and pulled at her bound wrists, her face crunched up in mild pain.

”What happened?”

”My teeth slipped. Clacked together.”

”Open.”

She stared at me, but obeyed, opening her mouth widely, probably expecting a gag. I merely reached up and ran my finger over her lower teeth, trusting that she wouldn't try and bite me. She didn't.

”Nothing broken.”

”I could have told you that.”

I smiled at her. ”And if I wanted to touch your teeth.”

”They're yours to touch.” She flushed. She sighed and bent her nude body back to her task. I felt her hot breath against me, through my underwear, and heard the zipper fall. She tugged ineffectively at the denim of my thigh with her mouth and then rose back to her knees. Her face was tear streaked, but with her success with the b.u.t.ton, she had managed to stop crying. A new frustration had appeared.

”Christi?” I inquired sweetly.

”I. I can't.”

”Can't what?”

”Get them off. Please, sir. You. Please help me?”

I reached down and raised my pelvis at the same time. I pushed the jeans over my hips and off my legs. I sat up and pulled off my t-s.h.i.+rt as well for her. I kicked off my shoes and socks, leaving just my underwear for her to struggle with. I lay back down, taking the weight off my pelvis.

Her eyes followed my movements, probably surprised that I'd helped her this much. She was probably expecting at least a half hour of painful struggling against her restraints in order to get my clothes off. I'd done in thirty seconds what would have taken her thirty minutes. Minimum.

She smiled down at me, gratefully. ”This slave thanks you.”

She bent again, nuzzling me through the thin material of my underwear. I gasped at the sensations. If it was possible, I found myself getting harder. At last, she teasingly gripped the material in her teeth and pulled them slowly down my legs until they caught at my ankles. I lifted my feet allowing her to pull them completely off me. She looked up at me, smiling as she bent again to take my toes into her mouth.

I s.h.i.+vered as her tongue explored my toes. After a few minutes she glanced up and began her slow journey back up towards my head. With her hands behind her, she had some difficulty maneuvering herself upwards. At last she straddled me, her bare legs lying easily on either side of my body, looking at my face. Her bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s were rising and falling beautifully with her laboured breathing and I could feel her arousal and heat as she pressed herself into my belly.

Carefully, she lowered herself to touch my lips with hers. I could see her frustration, knowing this would be ever so much easier if I'd just release her wrists. But she didn't complain or beg me to let her free. She merely kissed me, pulling lightly at her ropes.

”I can't wait any longer,” she whispered as she ground her pelvis into my body. ”I swear, I'm going to c.u.m like this.”

I smiled up at her. ”You'll do no such thing.”

She closed her eyes, remembering that I wasn't a normal lover. She needed my permission for her release. She nodded, silently promising that she wouldn't climax without my permission.

She lifted herself, straining her thighs. I had to help her a bit, she not being quite strong enough and being restrained, she couldn't find the leverage. Finally she was poised over me, her thighs straining to keep her body lifted off mine, her toes curled into the bed sheets.

She moaned as I guided myself to her. I nodded to her and she gently lowered herself, impaling her body with mine. We gasped together at the penetration. Slowly, she slid herself up and down, pumping, gripping at me with her internal muscles, rocking herself. After the mornings activities I wasn't going to last very long. She took her time, savouring the sensations, feeling the s.e.xual energy. She had c.u.m once this morning with Jane, but she was more than ready for me.

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