Part 82 (1/2)

Jane took a huge breath and spoke to me, her voice calm and studied, almost as though she'd rehea.r.s.ed this.

”I. I've had to have s.e.x for you. A lot. And I can't say I always enjoyed it. But you've taught me so much about myself, and my s.e.xuality, and my mind. I'm not like Christi. I love her dearly, perhaps more than I should, and I didn't want to hurt her.”

At this point she turned to the other girl. She whispered a quick apology again, ”I know I'm hurting you Christi, and I wouldn't, but this is my last chance. Please. I know you love him, and I don't, but this. This is my last chance. My only chance. I do love you.”

She turned back to me, tears now coursing down her cheeks. Christi had simply looked away.

”I. I don't love you, and I never will. I care about you, and though it sounds strange I appreciate some of what you've taught to me. I'm not sure I'll ever be everything I can be, but this ... situation ... has allowed me to do things I might never ever get to do again.” She paused as though to gather her courage. ”I. I. I don't care if you untie me. Whatever you want. But I want to make love to you. Once before you send me away. Please?”

I couldn't say no to her. Both these girls were special to me. But her request had surprised me a little. Jane had offered herself so often. And I'd never taken advantage of it. I'm not quite sure why. Jane was strong, and rebellious, and so perceptive. I guess I never thought of her as needing this. That somehow she could get what she needed no matter what I did to her. She simply wanted the experience. I knew that she couldn't love me, but I suspected that she cared. Somehow.

I turned to Christi, who was kneeling quietly beside Jane. She was wiping at tears again which were falling from her eyes.

”Christi?” I spoke quietly to her. ”You don't have to stay here if you don't want. I'll come get you when we're done.”

This caused further tears to fall from her eyes. Her sobs hurt me, as I'm sure they hurt Jane.

”Christi,” Jane spoke quietly. ”I don't have to do this. I can do myself. Or maybe I could do it with you instead. That time we were together. I mean, when we were in there,” she glanced up at Mayer's window, ”It was really special to me. I loved you. And I still do. I don't want to hurt you.”

Christi spoke gently. ”Don't. I'll be fine. I've shared before, and ... I'm used to it. I think.”

”No you aren't, and you never will be,” Jane spoke. I have no idea how this girl maintained her composure being bound with her nipples on fire. ”I don't have to do this.”

Christi turned and touched Jane's face. ”I love you too. I don't know how, or why, but I do. You deserve this. More than anyone, including me. We can share,” her face had set into a mask of determination. She was sacrificing for Jane. She really did care for Jane, and always had. She leaned forward and gently kissed Jane's lips.

Jane nodded. ”Thank-you,” she whispered.

Christi turned towards me and came to some decision.

”I'll stay, if you'll let me.”

Chapter 129.

I nodded, agreeing that Christi could stay.

Jane spoke quietly from her kneeling position in the gra.s.s.

”Can this slave beg to have her b.r.e.a.s.t.s freed?”

”Why?” I asked her as she stared at me with her deep brown eyes.

Her expression was a cla.s.sic what-kind-of-stupid-question-is-that? But she managed to control her mouth, knowing mouthing off wasn't going to help her.

”Master. Please. This slave hurts. She doesn't want to hurt anymore.”

I sat up and idly traced my finger down her right breast. The flesh was taut and straining against the ropes squeezing her. The clamps were still tightly compressing her nipples. It did look very uncomfortable. Her bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s were slightly discoloured from the bondage, but she wasn't really in any danger of having true circulation problems there.

Even though I'm sure that my touch was causing her discomfort, she knelt still, grimacing.

I let my finger trace down between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, feeling the roughness of the ropes there. I let it drag on the chain between her nipples causing her to cry to out. I continued down until I touched her pubic hair. I toyed with it, as though I owned it. I suppose I did, in a way. She moaned at the sensations, as I lightly pulled at her hair and softly stroked her s.e.x.

I glanced quickly at Christi kneeling nude beside us. Her face was a mask of disappointment, but she hadn't started crying yet. She held herself a little stiff, but didn't interfere. When she caught my glance at her, she tried to smile. It didn't really succeed, but at least she had tried.

I let my finger slip between Jane's lips, finding her as wet as Christi had indicated earlier. I was surprised at her arousal, though I suppose that I could understand it. After all, this was my intent from the start of this. Jane was moaning and struggling to keep herself still as I explored her. I could feel the slight movement of her hips as she knelt. I couldn't imagine the effort she was putting into keeping still. As I lightly circled her swollen c.l.i.toris she shuddered. Fearful that she was going to go over the edge before I wanted her to, I withdrew my fingers. She cried out, almost begging for the touch to resume.

Instead, I lay back in the gra.s.s. Jane watched and sighed as she watched my movements. She swallowed heavily, twisting at her restraints. The poor creature only wanted to climax. She was the one in chains, and in pain, and she was expected to do the work. She shuddered, but rose up on her knees and shuffled forward towards me. I could feel her heat as she moved up my legs. I had to stop her as she pressed herself into my thighs as she made her way slowly up my body, rubbing herself and sighing.

She straddled me, her thigh muscles quivering. Her eyes shone with tears as she struggled. She twisted her body trying to help herself, trying to reach around with her bound hands. Her efforts were unsuccessful. She couldn't reach around herself to touch me, to guide me into her. Finally she collapsed, letting herself fall against me. I was pressed up between her folds, where I'd never been before. I wasn't inside of her, but she began to rub herself slowly up and down the length of me, gasping.

”Jane?”

”Please no. Let me climax. Please.”

”Not like this.”

She stopped her movements, crying in frustration.

”I can't get you inside. Not like this. And you won't help. Please. I want you inside me. I'm begging you.”

She rose up again off me. I could still feel her heat even from that far away. I began to reach forward to help her when I felt another light touch. I gasped as Christi moved forward and reached for me.

She took a deep breath and held me. Jane leaned forward and kissed Christi's cheek as she positioned herself over top of me. Christi used her hands in place of Jane's trapped ones to guide me inside of the girl. I couldn't imagine the will power and self sacrifice that it must have taken her, but she did it. I cried out and closed my eyes as I felt Jane engulf me. Jane cried out at the sensations, throwing her own head back. She sat still, and I couldn't help but enjoy the softness of her, her arousal, her gentle internal pulsing.

I opened my eyes as a shadow crossed them. My vision was full of a blonde slit hovering a few centimeters above my face. I glanced forward, between the silky thighs on either side of my head and saw Jane rocking herself very slowly, impaled on me. Her eyes were closed, and her tormented b.r.e.a.s.t.s were rising and falling with a fervor that I don't think I'd ever seen on her.

Christi glanced down at me between her legs, smiling.

”I'll move if you want,” she said mischievously.

I didn't say anything. Like I wanted her to move. Like h.e.l.l.

Satisfied with my lack of an answer, she said to me softly, ”I don't want to c.u.m like this. Alright?”

It sounded a bit too much like an order for my liking.

”You'll climax if I tell you to,” I mentioned to her as I lifted my hands to stroke at her soft skin of the backs of her thighs.

”Yes, Master,” Christi spoke quietly, probably more to appease me. She knew that if she didn't anger me, I'd do as she wanted.

She lowered herself slightly and brought herself on quivering thighs to my mouth. I gently licked at her, enjoying her sweetness and her soft skin. I found her c.l.i.toris, completely engorged, and teased her. I could hear her moans as she pressed herself down, trying to tell me silently where to touch her. Smiling to myself, I refused, I licked her, but purposely to tease. She ground herself down as I touched her with my tongue. I could hear her soft begging.

I tried to concentrate on Jane's tightness, her slow rhythmic rocking. I'd had so much s.e.x this morning that I was a little numb. I had excellent control of this. Jane could probably ride me as hard as she liked and I would have to concentrate completely to climax in her. So I wasn't too worried about performance. I continued to lick Christi until she tensed. Crying out, she pulled herself away from me.

The girl was breathing very heavily as she climbed off my face. I watched her in amus.e.m.e.nt as she knelt beside us. Her bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s were dancing with her arousal. She was flushed from head to toe.