Be Careful What You Wish For by Misty Blue Page B

and trembling, until she felt she would explode if she were not allowed the release her body craved.
    He helped her kneel, breasts pulled forward as her hands were bound behind her. With finger and thumb her nipples became taut, teased, aroused, until they were pinched and hurt. Her knees splayed apart, revealing swollen lips, and the plug was removed to reveal the warm wet glow of desire spreading across her groin. She ached with an urgent need to come.
    â€˜Not yet. Not until I say. You will hold the feelings until I say you can cum.’
    The words were the first to break the silence. But instead of quietening her they had the obverse effect. Her whole body broke out in a sweat from the effort of trying to keep feelings in check. How could she stop an orgasm when it was so close? She was sitting on the edge, begging for it to come...
    She became aware of someone else’s presence. They were not alone then? When had he entered? And who was this stranger? How could Dream Catcher allow another into their private space?
    Warm breath fell on her face like the gentlest summer breeze. Her head fell against his body. Hands caressed her neck, while she was pulled close and firm. Trapped, totally vulnerable, unable to move, she froze, until the mouth of the one she knew as Dream Catcher kissed her hard. She recognised his touch, his manner... and was glad. It was a touch of the familiar. He held either side of her jaw, opening her mouth, urging her towards him, his tongue lunging down her throat. At first she pulled back violently as if she’d been assaulted. She was gagging, the tongue still reaching, like a snake ferreting down a hole. But she couldn’t struggle because of the hands that held. And in the end she didn’t want to struggle, letting herself be held tight.
    He withdrew, keeping a tight hold, her head well back, the blindfold still in place.
    â€˜Let’s try it again, shall we.’
    It wasn’t a question but a statement. The words were soft... but firm.
    â€˜Open your mouth. Wide... wide... wider... come on. Let the pleasure of my tongue explore without constraint. Feel it. Allow it. Don’t try to pull away or to fight me.’
    She opened her mouth, and wider still, and again his tongue relentlessly lunged down her throat. Again she gagged. Then slowly... slowly she relaxed, leaning into him, allowing it simply... to be. She loved his touch, his taste, being held. Tight, firm, she felt secure, safe.
    She was confused... helpless... surprised. The tongue... his tongue... continued to explore her mouth. But then it had to be someone else who took a grip on her bottom. Firmly she was held and stretched, back arched, fingers stimulating her clit, while a rush of intense arousal took over her body to the exclusion of all else.
    Wriggling and squirming, unable to quell the feeling, not really looking for a way out or release, she didn’t know what to do with the overwhelming emotion that simply gobbled her up outside in.
    Hands reached, widening her vagina, holding apart the soft lips to pull out the plug, aiding something else to slide through the wetness into the beyond. It vibrated gently, somewhere deep, and then teased in... out... in... out, holding a rhythm which brought delicious but totally uncontrollable pleasures.
    Slowly it built, until like a wild thing she writhed and squirmed within her bonds, wrestling the hands that held. A volcano was exploding inside her. It took hold and wouldn’t let her go. They controlled her. Urging her on and on, through the sub-heat of desire... breaking down barriers... pushing away all limitations. It was quite beyond anything ever experienced before. In a wild frenzy her body writhed, electric impulses of desire arching her body, forcing what she had held in check for so long to surface.
    Suddenly sound erupted from her lips as her mouth was released. Her head remained held in a vicelike grip, neck strained back, the relentless