forcing her to stretch and accept his cock, his balls firmly against her body. His soul expanded as she bucked and cried out beneath him, her submission filling his spirit, his dominance fueling his power. Mercy was his to give or not give. Pleasure and pain were his to command. She gave him everything she had and he took it, savoring her willingness.
He gloried in the sight of her beneath him, her body still partially wrapped in plastic film and unable to stop him, her breasts heaving, stray pieces of wax still spotting the perfect globes of her breasts, her face covered, unable to see him as he took her, her mind floating and totally at his mercy.
With a loud groan, he came. Closing his eyes to the vision before him, he gloried in the power that coursed through him, releasing in swells of almost unbearable force. He gave himself to that power, letting it empty his soul as her muscles milked his cock, her cries muted echoes of his groans. They moved as one, their spirits entwined, their needs fulfilled in each other’s passion. Their entire world existed in these eternal seconds.
His eyes still closed, Phillip lay forward, resting his head on Sarah’s bound body. His cheek registered the plastic that still bound her.
It was not yet time for him to give up control. Much as he loathed to leave the warmth of her sheath, his slave needed his attention and care. With a tired smile and a look of total contentment on his face, Phillip set the third act of their time together into motion.
Sarah felt the rest of plastic being cut from her body, the cool air giving her a slight chill. Her mind noted the fact as if it were happening to someone else, someone not even related to her in any way. Phillip had sent her into the heavens again and she had come several more times. Sated now, she simply accepted that he was done, contentment stealing into every pore of her body.
Even when he peeled the plastic from her face and gently removed the pads from her eyes, she stirred only enough to murmur, “Thank you, Sir,” before he blew out the last remaining candle and scooped her into his arms. Tired and satisfied, she mustered just enough energy to snuggle beside him in bed before sleep took her.
Chapter Three
Wedding bands
Saturday morning dawned rainy and cold. Overnight, the last of the summer weather had fled for the season, leaving harbingers of the coming winter in its stead. Sarah woke to the drumming of rain on the roof and lay listening to it, letting it lull her back into a pleasant dream where Phillip placed a ring of gold around her ankle and called her his.
Why my ankle ? The stray thought came from nowhere as she lay suspended between the worlds of the conscious and unconscious mind. Why would Phillip put a wedding band around my ankle ? That doesn ’ t make sense .
Still sleepy, she rolled over to look at the man she would marry in another few weeks. But her body didn’t exactly cooperate. Her ankles moved as one unit. She snuggled into her pillow. Apparently Phillip had tied her cuffs together at some point, though her hands were free. The thought brought a smile to her lips. She loved that he had control over her even as she slept. And she had an answer to her strange dream.
Returning to sleep, however, was no longer an option. She needed to use the bathroom and listening to the rain wasn’t helping. Craning her neck to see the clock, she could just make out the red numbers. 6:50 a.m. She sighed and waited.
Nope. No use. She had to go to the bathroom. Pushing the covers back, she pulled her legs from under the sheets and placed them together on the floor. Only a shoelace joined the two rings at her ankles. All she had to do was reach down, untie them, go to the bathroom and come back to bed. Once in bed, she could retie them and Phillip would never know.
Sarah shook her head. Didn’t matter whether he knew or not. She would know and that was enough. Untying them would be cheating. Sliding down onto
He gloried in the sight of her beneath him, her body still partially wrapped in plastic film and unable to stop him, her breasts heaving, stray pieces of wax still spotting the perfect globes of her breasts, her face covered, unable to see him as he took her, her mind floating and totally at his mercy.
With a loud groan, he came. Closing his eyes to the vision before him, he gloried in the power that coursed through him, releasing in swells of almost unbearable force. He gave himself to that power, letting it empty his soul as her muscles milked his cock, her cries muted echoes of his groans. They moved as one, their spirits entwined, their needs fulfilled in each other’s passion. Their entire world existed in these eternal seconds.
His eyes still closed, Phillip lay forward, resting his head on Sarah’s bound body. His cheek registered the plastic that still bound her.
It was not yet time for him to give up control. Much as he loathed to leave the warmth of her sheath, his slave needed his attention and care. With a tired smile and a look of total contentment on his face, Phillip set the third act of their time together into motion.
Sarah felt the rest of plastic being cut from her body, the cool air giving her a slight chill. Her mind noted the fact as if it were happening to someone else, someone not even related to her in any way. Phillip had sent her into the heavens again and she had come several more times. Sated now, she simply accepted that he was done, contentment stealing into every pore of her body.
Even when he peeled the plastic from her face and gently removed the pads from her eyes, she stirred only enough to murmur, “Thank you, Sir,” before he blew out the last remaining candle and scooped her into his arms. Tired and satisfied, she mustered just enough energy to snuggle beside him in bed before sleep took her.
Chapter Three
Wedding bands
Saturday morning dawned rainy and cold. Overnight, the last of the summer weather had fled for the season, leaving harbingers of the coming winter in its stead. Sarah woke to the drumming of rain on the roof and lay listening to it, letting it lull her back into a pleasant dream where Phillip placed a ring of gold around her ankle and called her his.
Why my ankle ? The stray thought came from nowhere as she lay suspended between the worlds of the conscious and unconscious mind. Why would Phillip put a wedding band around my ankle ? That doesn ’ t make sense .
Still sleepy, she rolled over to look at the man she would marry in another few weeks. But her body didn’t exactly cooperate. Her ankles moved as one unit. She snuggled into her pillow. Apparently Phillip had tied her cuffs together at some point, though her hands were free. The thought brought a smile to her lips. She loved that he had control over her even as she slept. And she had an answer to her strange dream.
Returning to sleep, however, was no longer an option. She needed to use the bathroom and listening to the rain wasn’t helping. Craning her neck to see the clock, she could just make out the red numbers. 6:50 a.m. She sighed and waited.
Nope. No use. She had to go to the bathroom. Pushing the covers back, she pulled her legs from under the sheets and placed them together on the floor. Only a shoelace joined the two rings at her ankles. All she had to do was reach down, untie them, go to the bathroom and come back to bed. Once in bed, she could retie them and Phillip would never know.
Sarah shook her head. Didn’t matter whether he knew or not. She would know and that was enough. Untying them would be cheating. Sliding down onto
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