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"Bound by Dark Desire" (c) Copyright, Lila Caspian, Dec. 2001
That night, she’d gone to bed with a head full of fantasies. She’d seen him twice that day. The first time, he’d been giving a sensual massage to his Domme in the garden. Even though she hadn’t been permitted to look at him directly, or anywhere but straight ahead, or be spanked soundly, she’d caught a brief glance of his manly chest, naked to the waist, and his erect organ creating a bulge in his tight white loincloth. The second time, he was being led through the palace by his Domme, and he’d given her a bold stare that had sent a shiver through her. At night, her room was locked by her Dom, who wanted to be certain she didn’t get up to anything when he wasn’t there. Most nights she was permitted complete freedom while alone, but on this night her Dom had bound her hands to the bedpost so she could not, as he put it, “pluck her own flower petals.” It was almost unbearable, as the forbidden thoughts consumed her mind. Her “flower” was moist and ripe from excitement. She rubbed her thighs together, but it only made it worse. Bound as she was, lying on her back, she couldn’t rub her hungry “petals” against the mattress like she wanted to. It was going to be a long, miserable night, and she prayed she’d fall asleep soon.
“Who is it?” she asked, her voice barely faltering above a whisper. The figure shushed her, placing a finger to his lips. As he grew closer, she began to discern features in the half-light. It couldn’t be. She must have fallen asleep into a dreamworld fantasy. As he sat on the bed beside her and leaned towards her face, she saw for certain that it was the dark, strong man who’d inspired her wet fantasies.
He placed one hand gently over her mouth. His hand smelled like oranges and vanilla. “Don’t make a sound,” he whispered into her ear. “We don’t want to be
discovered.” He glanced at her hands, bound to the bedpost. “I see you’ve been a bad girl,” he said. “But I thought you were also ...”
“That was for being such a bad girl and kissing other subbies.” He gave her another smack. “That’s for liking it.” She could see his smile in the near darkness. She could also see his body more clearly, now that he was so close to her. His chest was smooth except for a few crisp hairs; the smooth ridges of muscles cried out to be touched, but she couldn’t. But that was nothing compared to the bulge she could see through his white loincloth. His cock was outlined sharply against the cloth, as its hard shape pressed out, as if to burst the cloth. She wouldn’t have been surprised if it had. Except for the leather cuffs binding her wrists and the chains fastening them to the headboard, she was dressed in her usual nightwear. She wore what her Dom liked to see her in -- a flimsy see-through nightie with no bra, only a pair of silky lilac panties. Pulling away the satin sheets her Dom had pulled up before leaving her there, her forbidden guest took a good look at her, and the bulge in his loincloth expanded. She tried to imagine what he saw that produced such a mouth-watering response. She’d seen herself in the mirror before, wearing this outfit, and she knew it showed off her full breasts and rounded hips. She knew her gold curls must be spilling across the wine red pillow, which contrasted against her light skin. But she couldn’t guess what he saw in her expression. Could he see her excitement? Did he know how eagerly her body ached for his touch? He must have known, because he kissed her again, this time squeezing her breasts and then running one hand down her side, caressing and at the same time squeezing with his strong fingers, as if to possess her. She wanted him to claim her. “Take me,” she said, surprising herself. He paused and asked, “Are you trying to command me?” “No...” But it was too late. He’d already lifted her legs and smacked her several times on the bottom, making her cheeks burn. “Let’s not forget who’s in handcuffs,” he said. He released her legs and took another long look at her supple body. “I’ve had all this time to get a good look at you. Would you like to look at me?” She hesitated, not knowing whether it was all right to speak. “You may respond.” “Yes, very much!” “Yes, SIR.” “Yes, Sir.” At her proper response, he began unwinding the white cloth that girded him. Before long, his heavy pole sprang free; in the dark it seemed like something carved of mahogany, yet organic and full of life. She got to see it much closer in a short while, as he brought it to her lips. “You may taste it,” he said. She did, and gladly. Running her tongue over the organ, she tasted his skin, salted with a few drops of pre-cum. She sucked the whole instrument into her mouth, doing as her Dom had taught her. But doing it for her Dom had never turned her on like this. It was having an effect on him, too. He held her by the shoulders, and his fingers tightened as she worked her tongue over his huge cock. She could feel it pulsing, responding to her attentions. As she sucked hard, using her tongue to apply extra pressure, he began to push in and out of her mouth. She loved the way she could feel every change in his stimulation; how for a brief while she felt she controlled his pleasure. At the same time, her own was mounting, and she was both saddened and relieved when he pulled back and spread her legs apart. Her “flower” was now as wet as a patch of roses after a rain. Just when she felt she could wait no longer, his stiff lovestick was pushing its way into her, forcing its way into her tight hole until her muscles relaxed a little and he slid deep inside. She’d never had something so large inside her. Involuntarily, she moaned. As he plunged his stiff sword into her, the feelings that had been building inside her rose to the surface. His every movement was so delicious she could hardly control herself, even though she wanted this to last as long as it could. But the heat burned through her thighs and pushed her into ectasy. He paused and kissed her, slowing his thrusts to an achingly sensual pattern. “Do you want to cum again?” he asked, but didn’t wait for her response. Just him saying those words began to heat her up again. He pulled his long pole nearly out of her and then rammed it back in; then did the same tantalizing thing again. She couldn’t help but move her hips in response. Although they’d been tied to the headboard all this time, she became aware of her bound hands, and the feeling was a mix of helplessness and breathy excitement. Once more, desire rose in her limbs, in her throat, in the center of her being. This time, she wasn’t going alone, she could tell. His face began to show the rising ecstasy he was feeling; she knew it wouldn’t be much longer. The thought of him spilling his hot juice inside her pushed her so close to the edge she knew it would take only a few more surges of his lance into her before she would lose it again. She felt it building, building, and his face began to tighten as his muscles shook with the final moments before climax. Just as she reached another crashing orgasm, the door swung abruptly open. But her lover couldn’t stop; he was cumming hard inside her. He pulled out in surprise, and his heated seed spilled onto her, watering her flower with its juice. “No!” she exclaimed, as she saw her Dom standing in the doorway with a guard by his side. “Take him away,” the Dom commanded. “I’ll see to her punishment.” As her lover was led away, he gave her a backwards glance. She knew they would both be strong, whatever the punishment. And she knew that soon, her dark lover would find a way to be with her again.
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