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From: dulcinea97@aol.com (Dulcinea97)
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Subject: DULCINEA: Trust (m/f, Rom, cons)
Date: 6 Nov 1996 06:42:48 -0500
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WARNING: This contains light bondage, done in fun. If this offends you,
don't read it.

Trust.
by Dulcinea

"Do you trust me?" He asked, out of the blue.

The were reading in the living room, each lost in their own book. She
nodded, glancing up at him. "Of course I do! You know that." She looked
puzzled. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh, ah... no particular reason." He smiled. "Just curious."

"Your curiosity concerns me." She said, but she was smiling. "I worry
about
what goes on in that clever mind of yours."

"Me?" He acted shocked. "Why, I'm harmless. A teddy bear." He stood,
stretching. "Be right back."

She watched for his return, her curiosity piqued. "Wanna play a game?" He
asked, when he reappeared. "I promise you'll like it."

"I will, huh?" Swinging her legs off the couch, she stood up, facing him.
"And just what are the rules of this game? I suppose it involves nudity?"

The smirk on her face made him laugh. "Why, actually, yes it does.
Remember, you said you trust me."

She gave a deep sigh, rolling her eyes. "I trust you completely." She
affirmed. "I love you."

"And I love you." So saying, he folded a dark scarf into a thick pad, then
covered her eyes with it. Her deep intake of breath told him that she
hadn't expected this, but she remained still, waiting for his next move. A
second scarf was wound around her eyes, holding the first scarf in place.
"Can you see anything?" He asked.

"No." She honestly couldn't. The soft fabric against her eyes was cool,
comforting, the binding scarf just tight enough to secure the blindfold,
but not enough to hurt. She could feel his hands on her head, arranging
the
scarf so it didn't pull her hair. "It's completely dark." She said.

He stood back to admire his prize, seeing the impatience in her as she
waited for his next move. Her fidgeting was delightful to him, a powerful
aphrodisiac. "Still trust me?" He asked. She nodded. "Good. Now, Promise
me, no matter what, you won't take the blindfold off until I say you can."

She hesitated. What was she afraid of, though? "I promise." She said. The
waiting was unbearable. She hated waiting for anything, and now, since she
couldn't see what he was up to, she was twice as anxious. Tapping her
foot,
crossing and uncrossing her arms.... What was he up to? "Honey?" She
asked,
resisting the urge to reach out and find him. "Is this it? Game's over?"

His deep chuckle came from behind her, and she whirled around in surprise.
"Now what?" She asked. "Is there a Pinata, or something? Pin the tail on
the Donkey?"

"No no no no." Gentle fingers stroked her face, and she almost jerked
away.
His caress left trails of fire across her skin, down her cheek and neck,
under the collar of her shirt. She shuddered, a soft moan escaping her
lips. "I think you're wearing too many clothes." He told her, rubbing her
breast briefly before his hand continued its trip down her body. Across
her
stomach, towards her burning.... He stopped, pulling his hand away. "Why
don't you take them off for me?"

"O-okay." She suddenly felt shy, not wanting to expose herself to him.
Don't be silly! She told herself, forcing her hands up to the buttons on
her shirt. One by one they opened, the shirt falling off her shoulders to
land in a pile on the floor. He'd seen her thousands of times without
clothes; in fact, he'd removed them for her on more than one occasion. As
she unhooked the bra, she realized her nipples were hard with excitement,
and she blushed.

What was he thinking? Surely he was enjoying her discomfort, but he
remained silent. Pushing her jeans over her hips, she kicked them off,
then
slipped out of her panties. Where was he? Still in front of her? Behind
her? Was he still in the room? Inching her foot forward, she touched the
edge of the coffee table, then propped her foot up, affecting a pose.
"That's everything, except the blindfold and the anklet." She wiggled her
foot, making the anklet jiggle. "Do you want those off as well?"

"Leave them on." His voice was husky, thick with emotion. She felt a hand
on her thigh, rubbing up to squeeze her ass cheek. His mouth on hers, a
hungry kiss, stealing her breath before he kissed his way down her neck.
Sucking on her collar bone, his probing hand slid around her hip to cover
her sex, one finger slipping between her wet lips to tease her clit.

Her legs trembling, she leaned against him, her body responding to his
touch as always. He knew all the right spots, and he used them now,
licking
the underside of her breast, kissing her shoulders and back. She moaned,
she groaned, she whimpered, but he refused to let her cum, slowing his
ministrations until her body calmed down. And then, he left her.

"Honey?" She reached out tentatively, probing the area where he had been.
He'd left her so hot, her juices running down the inside of her leg, and
so
unfulfilled. "Where did you go?" The room was silent. She sat down on the

coffee table, trying to cover her nudity self-consciously. "I'm taking off
the blindfold." She called.

"No you don't!" He was behind her again! "You promised you wouldn't take
it
off until I say so."

"I thought the game was over."

"No.... it's far from over." He took her hand, leading her down the
hallway. "In fact, I think this game could go on most of the night. What
do
you think?" She moaned. "Exactly!"

He placed her on the bed, laying her back on the mattress then stepping
away. She strained her ears to hear what he was doing, jumping when he
joined her on the bed. "Should have brought a towel to bed for you to sit
on." he said, his hands stroking the inside of her thigh. She flushed a
bright red, all the way down to her toes. "Oh, that's so pretty!" He said,
watching her blush deepen. "I love it when I make you blush."

"Oh, hush!" She tried to roll away from him, but he held her still. "Now
you behave, or I'll have to tie your hands and feet." He laughed. "On
second thought, maybe I should do that anyway."

"No!" She cried, but it was too late. Her hands were suddenly over her
head, secured to the bedposts. "I see. That was part of the plan."

"Of course it was." He moved off the bed, stepping away to watch her
again.
He undressed quietly, enjoying the way she writhed on the bed. He tiptoed
around the bed, tickling the sole of her foot, tweaking her nipple,
stroking her soft skin. "You squirm deliciously." He told her, ignoring
the
frown on her face.

It was almost too much to take. He climbed back on the bed once again, his
tongue diving now into her wet pussy, and she almost screamed as he
brought
to her first orgasm.

His cock was aching now, throbbing as he licked up her juices. It wasn't
as
he had planned, but he had to take her now, had to bury his cock inside
her wetness. Rising to his knees, he positioned her hips, and slid into
her. She came almost immediately, convulsing around his cock, and he
groaned. Her swollen pussy lips sucked at his cock, and he angled his body
so his thrusts slid against her hard clit. She couldn't stay quiet now,
her
breath little more than gasps and moans.

Wetting his fingers in her honey, he brought the wetness to her breast,
covering the nipple with her own juices. Lowering his mouth over the hard
nub, he sucked it clean, then leaned his head back, blowing cool air
across
it. She moaned louder, her thighs clamping around his waist. This time,
her
orgasm brought him to his. Exhausted, he collapsed on the bed beside her.

Holding her possessively, they relaxed, lethargic. "Untie me now?" She
asked after a while.

"Untie you? Why? Don't you trust me?" He flicked her nipple mischievously.
"You probably think I plan on taking advantage of you again."

"Of course I trust you, and I know you're planning on it." She tested the
bonds on her wrists again, knowing it was futile. "At least remove the
blindfold!"

He thought about it for a moment, then decided against it. Sliding off the
bed, he padded out of the room, ignoring her questions. He was having too
much fun to quit now. And as soon as he got the jar of honey from the
kitchen, he'd be back to finish playing the game.......

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