She hesitantly knocked on his door. Her heart was racing, and her palms were sweaty. She was frightened. Scared that he was going to cut her out of his life altogether. And she didn't want that. He had opened up new worlds for her, worlds that she wasn't sure she could face if he wasn't there to guide her.
He heard the knock and took a deep breath. He wiped his damp palms against his slightly faded blue jeans. He wasn't sure exactly what was going to happen tonight, but he didn't want her to see his uncertainty. That was part of being the dominant... even if you were nervous, you didn't show the weakness to your submissive. And she was a glorious submissive, far superior to any he had the pleasure of spending time with previously. She was intelligent and witty, plus, she had the most spankable, curvy ass and tits that simply cried out to be bound and clamped. But they had issues to discuss tonight. The events of last week needed to be dealt with before any more play could occur.
He opened the door and smiled briefly at her. She looked pale, he thought, but he thought she looked wonderful. Her long wavy hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, a la I Dream of Jeannie, and she had minimal makeup on, preferring to let the creaminess of her skin tone show.
When he greeted her, she had a difficult time looking him in the face. He looked so serious, she thought, and not a glimmer of a twinkle shone in his vivid green eyes. She wondered what was going through his mind. Did he consider her actions a betrayal? Did he even care? She knew that she had changed over the course of that night, and the subsequent sleepless ones. She agonized over her behavior. Still... she struggled to present a serene front to match his.
She stepped into the living room, and as she passed him, he noticed that something was different about her. She was dressed normally, in a button-down oxford shirt tucked into a plaid miniskirt that ended about two inches above her knees. She smelled wonderful, and he inhaled the scent of...vanilla... as she walked by. What was it that was different? Ah, he realized as she sat gingerly on the sofa, he knew what it was, and his heart ached. She somehow was lacking the pride and the self-assurance that she normally wore like a badge of honor. Had HE done this to her?
He sat in a chair opposite her, and watched as she nervously pulled her skirt down to cover her thighs. An uncomfortable silence grew as neither one of them knew where to start.
Finally, she inhaled deeply, and let it out with almost a shudder. She lifted her deep brown eyes to his face, and he saw the unshed tears in them. "I am so sorry, Andrew," she began, as the same moment that he started his own apology.
They both stopped and each laughed a small, short laugh.
"You first," she quipped with the first actual smile of the night on her face.
"No, you," he grinned back at her.
And so they went for a few rounds. Until, both slightly out of breath, they stopped.
She breathed deeply one more time, and she tried again. "Seriously, I am so sorry about what happened last weekend."
He cocked his head slightly to one side and raised a single eyebrow at her. "It looked to me like you enjoyed yourself immensely, my sweet. In fact, I honestly didn't think a human could orgasm that many times without passing out. I only wish it had been me that you felt so free with," he finished with his voice trailing off. A REAL dom wouldn't have shown so much vulnerability, he mentally kicked himself.
"I... I can't describe to you what it felt like, Andrew. To be displayed publicly as an object. Bid upon like a real slave. To have no identity except what he chose to give me for that evening." She paused and looked at him, and he saw the anguish in her eyes. "I can't deny the way my body reacted. Even my subconscious. Every name he called me, every slap or pinch or welt that he inflicted on me... it was like I didn't really exist. There was no 'Caroline'. I was only 'slut', 'slave', 'whore'. I didn't think...I just reacted. I thought that was what you wanted. It was YOUR idea to have me be in the auction, after all!" she finished passionately, with an almost accusing tone in her voice.
He winced inwardly. It HAD been his idea. She was reluctant at first, but he had wanted the rest of the players in 'the scene' to see how wonderful she was. How beautiful she was. How her self-assurance actually added to her value as a sub, rather than detracting from her, as it seemed so many doms thought. And yes, he wanted them to envy him for having her. What he hadn't counted on was exactly how he was going to feel watching another man possess her. After the auction had ended, he had felt an inner queasiness at watching the dom escort her into playroom #4. The room was well-equipped with crops, clamps, ropes, dildos, and, of course, a huge bed. There was also a wall of mirrors. Two-way mirrors, that enabled him, and any other thrill-seekers, to observe the play inside. And the things he had observed! He had watched the other dom completely deconstruct his Caroline and rebuild her as his personal plaything. He watched her go from the self- confident and somewhat sassy subby that he loved to a spineless pleasure-craving sex slave. The sight of her glorious body responding to another had hurt him far more than he had ever thought it could, but it was when he heard her soul call that other man 'Master' that he thought he had lost her forever.
"Caroline, I never knew that it would go that far. When I took you home that next morning... well, you practically didn't even know who I was. What upset me the most was when I saw you bend down and kiss his shoe. MY Caroline would never have done that, and I don't know that I would ever want her to." He looked into her eyes and allowed her to glimpse his agony. "I guess what I need to know is if you want to continue to see me, or if you plan to continue to play with him. Because I don't think you can have us both. We both want different parts of you."
His words struck a chord inside her. He was hurt by her actions, that she had known. But to realize that he hurt FOR her... well, that was something special. Because that night she had been drawn to the very depths of the 'dark side' and she knew... she KNEW that she did not want to ever go there again. It had always had a bit of exotic allure to her, but now that she knew what it was all about... well, she would always be submissive, but she didn't want to lose the essence of her being in the process.
"Andrew... I... I..." she stammered, struggling for the proper words to come out, "I don't want to be that.. that.. ANIMAL that I was that night. It was an extraordinary experience, and now I know how far I can go. But it scared me. I just want to be ME. I want to give the GIFT of my obedience, not have it wrestled away from me. I don't need to think about it. I want you. I want you, Andrew. Not him. Not ever again!" she cried vehemently.
She sat straighter in her chair, and smiled at him. A real smile. And he smiled back. The decision was made.
"Except..." she began thoughtfully.
"Except what, my sweet?" he inquired.
She looked him straight in the eyes, serious as she could be, and finished, "Except, Andrew... I do NOT want to be given away again. Ever. I can't do it. I can't go through it anymore."
"Is that what you thought, sweet? You thought that I had given you away?" At her nod, he continued, not caring anymore about maintaining that aloof 'dom' demeanor. "I didn't want to give you away, I just wanted... I just wanted the others to envy me the perfection of my most treasured subby. I didn't think about the consequences, Caroline, and I am truly sorry."
He held his hands out to her in a gesture of supplication, and he was astonished when she practically launched herself across the space separating them and wrapped her arms around his waist, kneeling at his feet.
He hugged her back, and stroked her back, and they both revelled in the closeness that they had rediscovered. He marvelled at her resilience, and thought back over the other submissives he had the pleasure of playing with over the years. None of them matched her vibrance, and he knew that he meant the apology. They had both suffered through his selfishness and they had both learned from it.
She sighed and snuggled closer to her beloved Andrew. He had no idea how much she cared for him. He appreciated her personality and seemed to enjoy her occasional disobedience as much as she enjoyed pushing his control sometimes. She thought briefly about her experiences with other doms, and she knew that she had finally found the one to whom she could, and would, give her respect to. She felt honored that he had admitted his culpability in this debacle, and she knew that most doms would never allow themselves to apologize to their sub, and she loved him all the more for it.
As they hugged, and as the initial glow of warm and fuzzy feelings faded, he became aware of her full breasts pressing somewhere against his stomach. And as his mind recognized that fact, certain other body parts registered their approval of the sensation.
She smirked to herself as she felt his arms tighten almost imperceptibly around her. His breathing increased slowly, and she couldn't resist slipping her hand underneath the waist of his sweater and lightly running her fingernails across his back.
"Mmmmm..." he rumbled deep in his throat, as her nails dug slightly into his skin. She loved to do that to him, and god, he loved it too. He reached one hand up to her ponytail, wrapped the long length around his hand and pulled her head back so that she was looking into his eyes. Her brown eyes seemed to be darkening as he gazed into them, briefly glancing at her lips when she licked them nervously. Good, he thought, that was always a sign that she was becoming aroused.
She adored it when he pulled her hair like that. Not really yanking on it, but more of an immobilization of her head. She felt her nipples hardening against her bra, and she ached for his touch there. What she settled for, though, was for the sight of his head descending to hers, and his lips hungrily nibbling against her own. It was not a gentle kiss, rather it was a kiss that was branding her as his forever. Her mouth opened for him, and she felt his tongue swirl inside and over the sensitive roof of her mouth, before withdrawing. He began to pull away slightly, but her moan of disappointment turned into a long, low purr as his teeth latched onto her lower lip and tugged at it.
He felt that purr before he heard it, and he revelled in it. She might have gasped, moaned, and screamed that awful night for that other man, but he knew she hadn't purred with satisfaction. He let her go and looked into her flushed face. "Upstairs. The bedroom. Go get ready for me, sweet." As she rose to her feet to obey, he added, "And use the blindfold, love. I want you to concentrate on what I am going to make you feel."
She smiled at him, a sexual hunger building in her loins, "Yes, sir." She turned and bounced across the room, wanting to run to get ready for him, but trying to maintain some composure.
Andrew rose from his chair when she had disappeared up the stairs to make his own preparations. He wanted to make this an extra special time for her. In light of the recent debacle, he wanted to remind her of the ecstasy that he thought only they could reach together.
He climbed the stairs to the second floor slowly. The classical music he had selected on the stereo was playing on 'repeat', the sound carrying throughout the house courtesy of the extra speakers he had run through the ceiling into the bedroom. He was stark naked, his ruddy skin glowing in the light, his cock half-hard at the thought of how Caroline was waiting for him. He entered the bedroom and stopped at the sight of her.
She had stripped off her clothing and had lain down on the bed facing the ceiling. Her ankles were bound to the foot of the bed with the restraints that he kept there for her use, and her left hand was bound similarly. Only her right wrist was free, and she had placed that by the headboard so that it was easy for him to quickly attach the restraint to that one as well. She had unbound her wavy hair, and it flowed down over her shoulders, slightly covering the upper curves of her generous breasts. Her fair skin glowed in the candlelight, as she had turned off the harsh electric lights and lit five or six candles he kept around the room. In fact, as he inhaled deeply, he smiled as he realized that the ones she had lit were scented with vanilla... the ones that she had given him.
He approached the bed, and she smiled as she thought about his view. She knew that he was standing between her spread legs, and that he could see the pinkness of her inner lips in the candlelight. She wondered if her excitement was showing yet. She heard him cross to her right side, and then he quickly attached the remaining restraint, allowing her the freedom to wriggle around a bit, but not the ability to move away from his touch. She strained her ears to hear what he was doing, but all she could hear were the strains of the violins and cellos as they played the refrain to some symphony.
Suddenly she felt a stab of sensation on her left nipple. It was his fingers, pinching her rather lightly, although she felt the pressure grow steadily as he started twisting at the same time. She moaned as the pain travelled through her, and the touch left her. She waited to feel the same thing on her right nipple, and was slightly disappointed when it did not come. She knew her tits were one of her best features, and Andrew tended to be a lover who tried to pleasure each globe equally.
He watched the quizzical look cross her face, and smiled. "What, little one? Waiting for something, my greedy girl?"
"Please... don't neglect the other one, Andrew. Please..." she smirked at him, not sounding submissive at all. In fact, he reflected, he needed to assert his position. He grabbed a length of rope off of the nearby dresser. He sat down on the bed next to her and ran the end of the rope up and down her cheek.
"Do you know what this is, pet? Hmmmm?" he asked rhetorically, knowing that she wouldn't answer. "I think you need to remember just who is in charge here, sweet." And with that comment, he began to wrap the rope around her closest breast.
She shivered as she felt him begin to bind her tits. She wasn't really a fan of rope bondage, but she didn't mind it, and if she needed to go through it to please him, she would. She felt the pressure building in her bosom as he wound the rope around and around each orb, distending them into more of a watermelon shape.
He finished and he got up off of the bed to admire his handiwork. Her tits stood practically straight up off of her chest, the large nipples seeming even larger because of the blood that was trapped in them. He reached over to the dresser for another implement, and smiled at the thought of her reaction to it. He crossed over to her other side, and then, with the rapidity of a snake, he struck. Not too heavily...bondage made the skin more sensitive, but enough to make her jump.
She flinched as she felt the stinging on her nipple. It was that small leather flogger. She just knew it as she felt the tails of several strands bite into her skin. One was a direct strike on the tip of her nipple, and she let out a startled shriek.
He shushed her and then lightly dragged the tips of the leather over her sensitive tit. He knew she felt it from the way she tried to arch her back into the whip to gain more sensation. His Caroline was a sensation slut, and he loved it. He smiled as he struck her again with the flogger across the exposed portion of her breast. He saw the redness from the strands mark her fair skin, not hard enough to leave a lasting welt, but just enough that she would remember it. And then he began to flog her tits in earnest, alternating between them.
"OOOhhhh," she moaned as he struck her again and again with that devilish little whip. Her tits felt like they were swelling, and the bondage had made her already erect nipples almost agonizingly sensitive. The stinging that she felt sent waves of arousal through her entire body, and she could feel her pussy growing moist. Each slap was like a thousand little pinches all over her areola.
He couldn't stand it any longer as he watched her squirm on the bed. He had to taste her. Now. He dropped the flogger and knelt next to her on the bed, quickly engulfing her entire areola into his mouth. He sucked hard on it, enjoying the ruched flesh against his tongue as he worried the nipple back and forth. Her increasingly loud groans told him that he was pleasing her, at least almost as much as he was pleasing himself. She tasted sweet, and slightly salty...probably from her anxiety earlier.
She gave herself up to the feelings in her body, and just let herself absorb the response she had to him. That she was with her adored Andrew made it better than it ever could have been with that other dom. With Andrew she knew that she wouldn't lose her identity forever. He would never ask her to sacrifice herself or her inner self to satisfy his own need for domination. He would instead take her to places that she wouldn't have thought to visit on her own. He could, and indeed, he WAS, letting her just release all of her control and leave the driving up to him.
As he drew away from her tits, he looked at them. Normally dark pink when she was aroused, the bondage had turned her nipples almost a burgundy color, and he knew it was time to release them. He slowly unwound the ropes, massaging her breasts to stimulate the blood flow back into them. He didn't want her to lose her edge, though, so as soon as he was finished, he grabbed for the clamps. He attached the pincers to each of her teats, adjusting them tightly so they would not slip off. Indeed, he attached them tighter than he ever had before, listening to her gasps to judge when he had pushed as far as he could.
He took one of the pillows from the chair in the corner, and tapped her on the hip. "Up," he commanded as he slid the pillow underneath her hips and bottom as she rose up slightly.
"Ahhhh, perfect, my sweet," he complimented her as he stood between her legs. Before, he had been able to get a glance of her inner lips, but with the pillow raising her up, he could easily see the sweetness of her juices between her legs. He picked up the next of his little torture devices and ran it up and down her moistness.
She felt the end of something tickling her pussy lips. Her cunt was bare, shaved as he liked it, and she had taken great care to make sure that she hadn't missed a single hair. Truthfully, she preferred it this way for sex play anyway, since she thought it made her entire vulva that much more sensitive, but she let him think she did it solely for his pleasure. Sometimes the sub needed to let the dom think he was winning, she smirked to herself.
He slid the dildo deep inside her pussy in one thrust. "You get so WET, love," he told her with a smile on his face.
"I can't help it," she wailed. She was always embarrassed by how easily she was aroused, and how copious her juices were.
He watched the pink spread on her face, and was astounded as always that this woman, one of the most sensual that he had ever met, still BLUSHED! Still, he concentrated on his task, ignoring his own throbbing cock, as he withdrew the toy from her depths and then smoothly reversed course, piercing her anew with each movement of his wrist. He maintained a slow but steady pace, not quickening or slowing, intently observing her hips as she strove to grind into the instrument of her pleasure.
She groaned with the need building in her. The slow strokes were only building her tension. She wanted it fast and furious. That always sent her over the edge to ecstasy. As she ground her teeth in an effort to hold back the words she longed to use to beg him to give her an orgasm, she heard it. It was barely there, but she heard it.
"Are you LAUGHING at me?" she asked in astonishment, blindly turning her head from side to side as if doing so would allow her to see his face.
He smiled broadly. "No, of course not. Would I do that?" he asked as he slid the toy as far into her as he could and held it there for a moment.
"Damn it, Andrew, you ARE! What is so funny?" she asked as she felt a shudder of pleasure go down her spine causing her to arch her back.
He pulled the dildo out and just held it. In fact, he didn't move a muscle, he just watched her face.
"Answer me, Andrew. Answer me, NOW!" she finished commandingly.
He rose off of the bed and sighed, feeling his hard-on subside into a sort of semi-turgid state as he debated how to handle this.
He didn't verbally answer her, but instead unfastened her left ankle and pulled her leg up toward her head. He did the same with the right, leaving her wrists attached to the headboard, and then he attached the d- rings from her ankles to the headboard as well, thereby binding her in a position that left her bottom open to his gaze. He thought that perhaps the position was a bit painful to her, but she was limber and with the pillow under her hips, she was essentially lying on her upper back. He thought she could handle it for a while.
"My dear, sweet, adorable Caroline. I simply will NOT allow you to speak to me that way. I am in control here, and you will listen to me, not the other way around. I think you need a lesson to remind you of exactly what your position is here," he spoke to her in a stern voice with no thread of humor.
She quivered inside at the tone in his voice. She knew that she hadn't been behaving very submissively, but she was just being HER. Still, she had commanded him to do something, and that was pretty much against the unwritten rules. She didn't really mind the prospect of a punishment very much... she realized long ago that a little pain simple made the subsequent pleasure inflicted that much more ecstatic. She knew Andrew wouldn't push her too hard, not like that other man had done. She wasn't afraid of subspace with Andrew, knowing that she could trust him not to push her too far.
She heard him cross across the room one more time, and wondered what he was getting. Was it the cane that she hated so much? The one that left the rather painful welts from time to time? Was it the crop? That devilish little item that felt like a line of fire every time he used it on her bottom? Perhaps it was the slapper, the flexible little square of leather with the holes in it that stung so wonderfully. She tried to move a little bit, but the position she was in, hands and feet almost together over her head, made the only movement possible a slight rocking from side to side. She knew she wouldn't be able to stay like this for very long, but so far she was ok.
And then, out of nowhere, he struck.
CRACK! The heavy sound of the leather covered paddle striking her rounded buttocks was easily heard over the music. "OW!" she shrieked, mostly from being startled, since the slap was loud, but not very hard.
He smiled to himself at her yell. He knew he hadn't really hurt her, but he thought that he just might have to cause her a bit more pain to make her remember exactly what their relationship was. He used the paddle to land a smack square on her right cheek, and quickly raised it to see a faint white imprint from the paddle fade and a fiery red mark appear in its place. He waited until the mark reached its full bloom and then left a corresponding one on her left buttock. He watched her squirm, knowing that the heat from the marks was working its magic on her.
She felt the pain from the strokes fade and a glorious warmth take their place. Just as she would recognize the relief from the initial sting, he would mark her again. Over and over it went, and her entire ass felt like it was on fire. She stopped her little shrieks from each spank, and instead she let out little oh's and moans. He was into a rhythm, and she started to anticipate each stroke, lifting her bottom up to meet the paddle. She was a bit of a masochist from time to time, and this spanking was perfectly to her tastes.
Andrew recognized her anticipation of his motions and knew that she was enjoying this paddling as much as he was. He loved watching her full bottom go from the pale creamy moons it normally was it the fiery red of a harvest moon hanging low on the horizon. He couldn't explain why he found it such a turn on, but it was. Whether it was the sensuous motions of her hips as she arched into the paddle, the erotic moans that escaped her lips, or the wetness he saw beginning to glisten on her pussy, he didn't know or care. All he knew was that his cock was hard again, and he could feel the pre-come on the tip of it from the lust building in the room.
Caroline finally reached the point where the pain was becoming too much. The point where the pain is just pain, and NOT a gateway to pleasure. "Please...please...stop..." she started to entreat her tormentor. As he disregarded her pleas, she began to cry.
Andrew continued the paddling for a few more strokes, just so that she would remember that it was a punishment and not for her pleasure, and then he stopped. He looked down at her blindfolded eyes, and noted the tears that had streaked out from them and dripped down the sides of her head and her cheeks. Outsiders would not understand, but he knew, and she knew, that the tears were a release. A release of her guilty feelings and they served as an absolution of sorts. It wasn't the first time he had disciplined her to the point of crying, and it probably wouldn't be the last.
As her slight sobs subsided, she became aware of the discomfort of her position. Without the sharp smacks from the paddle to concentrate upon, the other aches from her legs and hips began to escalate. She moaned and twisted a bit in an effort to alleviate them, to no avail.
He watched her move about and he ignored the part of him that told him to release her now. His baser instinct won out, and he suddenly knelt on the mattress at the foot of the bed. He saw her go completely still as she tried to figure out exactly what he was doing, and he smiled. She had no idea what he was about to do.
He couldn't help himself, and he leaned closer, suddenly taking his tongue and running it from her clit, across her wet pussy, and ending at a spot right behind her tightly puckered rosebud.
Caroline's senses immediately centered on the wetness of his tongue running over her sensitive nether regions. As soon as he started the motion, though, it was over and she could have sworn that she imagined it, especially since there was no other motion for long moments.
What she couldn't see was Andrew's face, eyes closed in concentration, as he inhaled deeply right over her pussy. She smelled wonderful, and although he knew the last few moments of the paddling had been painful for her, her cunt was still freely flowing her juices, enticing him to taste her further. The heat from her punished ass cheeks glowed against his face... or was it the heat from inside her? He couldn't restrain himself any longer, and he silently buried his face in the pinkness of her delicious pussy.
He nibbled at her clit, poking it back and forth with his tongue, and then suddenly sucking it as hard as he could. He right hand was slowly massaging his rock- hard cock as he concentrated on his task. His chin was covered with her wetness, and he licked lower, piercing her small slit with his agile tongue, slipping it as far into her as he could and wiggling it back and forth. His ears detected her whimpering with the pleasure he was giving her, and he revelled in it. He wanted her to remember that he, Andrew, knew her body better than that other 'dom', and that he could drive her to even greater heights of ecstasy.
Caroline was lost in the sensations in her cunt. The aches and discomfort of her awkward position were forgotten as he bit one of her inner pussy lips and pulled on it, stretching it and then letting it snap back. When he placed his mouth over her passage and simply sucked, she heard him slurp as he drank her wetness down. She couldn't control her small groans and wails as the pleasure engulfed her mind.
He swallowed as he continued to feast on her flesh, smiling slightly as he did so. She truly did get wetter than any woman he had ever been with, but he loved it. He never could convince her that he was fascinated by it, and that it was sort of an ego stroke to him that she did lubricate so amazingly. As he listened to the noises escaping her mouth, he knew what would send her over the edge. He took the tip of his tongue and traced a path down to her asshole, lovingly flicking it over and over.
When he licked her back door, she bucked up at him. She was incredibly sensitive back there, and she felt shamed by the fact that it felt so good to be touched in such a 'dirty' place. As he pressed harder on the tiny hole, she felt it open and just the end of his tongue snaked in. She envisioned his face up against her reddened ass, and his eyes looking at her over the rounded ridge of her cunt. When he suddenly took his thumb and forefinger and pulled on her pulsing clit, she thundered into a climax.
His tongue was forced out of her back passage, but he continued to lick it, rimming her as he felt the contractions and spasms rush through her body. Caroline's screams reverberated through the room, and he was glad that he had a house on a couple of acres of land so that there were no neighbors to call the police.
Finally, her body relaxed and Andrew kneeled back up. He looked at her lying there, still panted and occasionally shivering as an aftershock ran through her. He reached up and released the restraints on her ankles, bringing them her legs down slowly, to give her time to get the blood flowing back properly. He then extended his hand, and took the blindfold off, allowing her liquid brown eyes to adjust to the light in the room. He thought to himself that she looked properly submissive now. He didn't know whether it was the orgasm or the punishment, but Caroline was mellowed now into the most irresistible woman he had ever known. It always happened during a play session. She just needed someone to control her.
She looked at him, feeling completely at peace for the moment. Her buttocks still ached, and probably would for a day or so, but it was a comforting ache. One that reminded her where she belonged, and who she belonged with. Her eyes ran over his tall form, and she saw his still erect prick standing up against his belly, and she smiled.
"Perhaps you would like me to take care of that for you, sir?" she asked him, flickering her gaze down so that he knew what she was talking about.
Andrew chuckled, "Oh? Is my greedy girl hungry? Would she like a taste?"
Caroline just nodded and deliberately ran her tongue around her lips, wetting them. "Please...." she asked.
As she lay on her back, hands still restrained to the headboard, Andrew moved so that he was straddling her shoulders. He sat back slightly, feeling her tits against his ass as he waved his cock over her face.
"No hands, my dear...just your mouth this time," he told her as she stuck her tongue out in an effort to lick him.
He took his cock and continued to tease her, jacking off slowly right above her eyes so that she could see the pulsing of the vein running up the underside of the throbbing shaft. He loved hearing her moans as she was frustrated, and he adored watching her eyes follow his hand up and down the instrument of her torture. Finally, he squeezed hard and a pearl of wetness appeared at the tip. He allowed her tongue to reach up and remove it, laughing inwardly as he watched her swallow his taste.
He pointed his cock down at her open mouth and then suddenly changed his target, slapping her across the right cheek with the head. He repeated it on her left cheek, and then commanded, "Tongue out..."
She obediently extended her tongue as far as it could go, and held it there as he slapped her tongue repeatedly with his rock-solid erection. She opened her mouth as wide as possible, hoping that he would take the hint and thrust into her waiting warmth, but he didn't.
He watched her open wide, and let her wait. He saw the doubt creep across her face as he ignored her motion, and then, when that emotion disappeared and she seemed resigned to moving at his pace, he finally slipped his cock into her wet mouth. Almost immediately, he felt her tongue wrap itself over and around his pole and she began to suck at the same time. The suction was light at first, but as he felt the wetness in her mouth grow, she suddenly changed gears and he saw her cheeks hollow as she sucked as hard as she could. It felt like a vortex against the sensitivity of his prick, and he groaned loudly.
His pre-come was flowing pretty freely now, and she loved the taste of him. He was slightly bitter, but she didn't care - it was the taste of HIM. She had to continuously swallow to keep from drowning, and she did so, raising her head to try to get his entire cock into her mouth so the head would be in her throat. He kept teasing her by slightly withdrawing and then thrusting back into her wet cavern.
He felt her squirming beneath his ass, and glanced behind him to see her opening and closing her legs in a worthless effort to get some friction on her pussy. He could see the puddle that had formed beneath her, which turned him on even more.
Caroline moaned in disappointment as Andrew withdrew from her mouth, but she couldn't do anything about it since her hands were still bound above her head. He swiftly moved down the bed, between her spread legs and in one motion, slid deep inside her steaming cunt.
She felt WONDERFUL around him, he thought to himself as he began to fuck her. She had the most incredible pussy, and Andrew shivered as he felt her walls constrict around him, holding his cock tightly. It was like she was made for him. He always felt like she was some kind of massaging velvet or silken glove closing around his hardness.
She let out a moan of ecstasy as his prick thrust into her wetness. She loved to be fucked. Caroline loved it in any position, and she had loved it with a few different partners, but nothing compared to when Andrew was inside her. He alternately thrust hard and quick and then would slow down and feed her inch by inch of his glorious cock. His stamina was amazing; there were more than a few nights that he had been known to go for an hour or two of straight fucking, just changing positions from time to time. He reached down now and began to rub her clit, and she didn't know which felt better, the friction inside her or the motion on her.
He knew this time he was not going to set any records for stamina. He didn't know why, and he didn't care to analyse it just now. He only knew that he could feel his balls about to explode and he wanted them to come together. He felt her begin to clench more convulsively around him, and he speeded up his thrusts. She came hardest when being fucked fast and hard, and he certainly wasn't one to complain.
Finally, as he felt he could stand no longer, he reached his other hand down and quickly grabbed the forgotten dildo, sliding it into her ass.
She squealed as she felt him penetrate her backdoor, and she lost control over her body. Her climax was more powerful than the last, and her entire body froze and then began to shudder with her release. Her scream was louder than before, and longer, and she thought she wanted to die, she felt so good.
When Andrew felt her freeze, he knew what was next. All of a sudden his cock felt like it was grabbed by a fist and her cunt squeezed him more tightly than he could remember it doing in a long time. His roar accompanied the rush of his orgasm, and his come spurted hard into her channel as he held his prick in her as far as he could. He thought he was going to pass out, and he closed his eyes to deal with the sensations running from the tip of his head down to his toes and to the end of his spraying cock.
Finally, he opened his eyes and saw her lying beneath him, looking up at him with tears in her eyes. His heart stopped as he leaned down, gathered her in his arms and released her wrists from their confinement. Her arms went around him, and she cried. He felt an answering lump in his throat and wondered why they were both crying. It wasn't very 'dom-ly' of him to get like this, he thought, and he tried to subtly swallow and blink back the unshed tears in his own eyes.
"I love you so much, Andrew," she managed to get out as her crying abated. "I didn't think this would ever happen again. I thought you wouldn't ever want to touch me again."
He shushed her and caressed her flushed cheeks and forehead as he kissed her tears. His other hand reached back and twined itself through her flowing hair. He pulled on it, tilting her face up to his, and he smiled tenderly at her.
"You are mine, Caroline. Always." And he reached down and kissed her with all the love that he felt in his heart.