A Detail of Intimacy

 

A Detail of Intimacy -   By Aussiegirl and H Dean  -  Part 5

 

 

Finally they arrived at his door. As Tom reached into his pocket to retrieve his keys, he pushed the button that started the humming between her legs. This time, however, the humming came from the nearly forgotten vibrator that resided in her ass.

 

Maria’s legs turned to jelly and she collapsed into him, his arms coming up to hold her. Her head lolled back and he stared into her eyes, smiling a mischievous smile. Then, he righted her and opened the door, one arm still around her.

 

Once across the threshold he pushed her against the vestibule wall. He kissed her and then withdrew his lips from hers. Wrapping his right arm around her again, he guided her to the sofa in his front room.

 

Slowly, he lifted her right foot to his shoulders, kissing her ankle as he removed the black heel from her tiny foot. Gently, he sat her naked foot on the cold wood floor and taking up her other foo, he repeated his every action, letting her shoe drop on the hard floor, to echo through the room.

 

She was breathless. The vibrator in her ass was, accompanied by the vibrations of the other "toy", bringing her close to orgasm.  Again, she neared climax only to have the vibrations cut short, her breathing ragged as they both stopped, leaving he feeling like she wanted to beg him for more.

 

He began to move his hands up both of her legs in simultaneous caresses. Before long his hands were pushing up her skirt and reaching between her legs, massaging the soft flesh of her inner thigh. His fingers brushed the small device that clamped to her sex. She groaned and arched her back at the tiny sensation.

 

He sat up, pulling his hands away and commanded she sit up and remove the coat that she had been wearing. She tried to cover herself, embarrassed at having her breasts fall out of the torn blouse, only to receive a gentle slap on her hands. And then, even more embarrassed, she relented, allowing her breast to fall from the torn garment as she removed her coat.

 

He leaned in to her and kissed her, open mouthed. His hands clasped hers, holding her arms out wide as he forced her back against the couch, still kissing. And when they parted, she remained, arms outstretched, her breasts and stomach exposed.

 

Her eyes fluttered and then shut as the vibrations began again between her legs and in her ass. Again, he slipped his hands between her legs, massaging the softest flesh of her thighs and flicking his thumb against the vibrator that had control of her sex.

 

As the vibrators shut off her eyes flickered open and she cried out, frustrated that he would not allow her satisfaction. He was grinning, her panties in his hand, displaying that he had removed them without her notice. Smiling up at him, she crossed her arms in mock anger.

 

"How the hell did you do that?" she laughed.

 

Dropping her panties to the floor he displayed his fingers, grinning.

 

"Magic" he shot back at her grinning even wider.

 

She shot off of the couch to embrace him, sitting on his knees. He threw her back to the couch after a brief kiss. Then, leaning himself down onto her, he took her breasts in hand, sucking and kissing them. His tongue flicked here and there. He bit and sucked her nipples eliciting groans of pleasure mixed with minor pain.

 

He leaned back and flipped her over, tugging roughly at her skirt, pulling down her body, not allowing her feet or knees solid purchase. She screamed as the skirt hooked the device on her sex. Still, he did not relent until she was free of her skirt.

 

Flipping her over as if she were a paper-weight, he pulled her to him, kissing her fiercely. He stood up, taking her entire weight onto him and lifting her from her feet, his tongue warring with hers. And then he sat her on her feet only to whisk her from them and trod up the stairs to his bedroom, once again.

 

She buried her face in his neck as they traversed the staircase. She was crying and did not want him to see her and think that something was wrong. She was happy and excited and frustrated and crying was her only outlet since he would not let her cum.

 

And then, they were in his room. It was dark and she could only see the ominous shadows of light that peaked into the room from the light outside.

 

He sat her on something hard - not too hard, but harder than the bed. His lips met hers again and he told her not to move as he pulled from her. She tried to see what it was that he was doing but could only see brief glimpses, her eyes still not adjusted to the darkness.

 

Then, he was in front of her, taking her hand in his. He led her only steps from where she had been and commanded she fall to her knees. Then, he lay her over something. It was soft - padded - but firm. She rested her weight on the small seat-like support as he pushed her forward. As her body became perpendicular he reached under her chin and raised it, sitting it in something that was obviously made for a persons chin.

 

He pulled her right hand from the floor and attached a carribeaner to the cuff at her wrist and then repeated the same action with the other hand. Soon, her ankles were both pulled out wide, just as her hands had been. Now, her only contact with the floor was the very tip of her toes.

 

Then, he lit up a candle and began to explain her current situation.

 

"As you may have noticed, your weight is resting entirely on your pelvis and chin." he said. "Your arms and legs have been outstretched and attached to the metal "legs" on my little "spider bench. The idea is minimal bondage and maximum exposure. I hope you enjoy what is about to happen."

 

She was frustrated that, though she could see now, she could not look around to witness the device or his actions. She tried to speak but found more frustration in the fact that she could hardly move her jaw.

 

He watched as she tensed, panic welling up in her, never having been bound before their previous lovemaking. So, kneeling down in front of her and in a soothing voice, he said "I know that this must be a bit scary for you. Just remember, I won't hurt you. I would never hurt you." Then he stood and left her sight.

 

His words were like a soothing salve on burned skin, instantly relieving but not completely healing. She knew that he had a sadistic streak and that she was likely to feel some pain. She had expected that he would tie her to the bed and maybe even a chair or something. This was not, however, anything that she had thought of.

 

The cold gel hit her back making her jump and squeal. Moments later his hands were upon her, rubbing away the cold and relaxing her. Soon, her body was covered in the thick gel, his hands massaging it into her skin. When he was finished she was nearly asleep, glowing dully in the candlelight.

 

Her eyes were closed and she felt as if she could sleep, even bound as she was, when she felt a tickling on her back. She moaned at the sensation, enjoying it, never imagining that she was nearing her first experience with the pain a deerskin cat-o-nine whip can bring.

 

The whip struck her bottom bringing her back from her dreamlike state. He did not strike her hard, merely enough to sting slightly. He followed the soft strike with more of the sensual tickling of her back only to strike again, moments later, making her jerk.

 

She was fully aware now, wondering what he had planned. Another strike stung her posterior followed by more tickling of her back. The strikes became more frequent and then constant with no soft moments in between. She moaned with the pain she was receiving, unsure of her situation and wondering if and how she should react.

 

Behind her, he stood, striking her with soft and measured strokes, never letting up and gradually striking her with more force. He watched as her ass began changing to a rosy hue under his expert strokes. By now there was little time between strokes as he alternated from cheek to rosy cheek.

 

A moan escaped her lips as he began striking her thighs, first one and then the other. He was not striking her hard, only enough to redden her skin and sting slightly. Still, she was unsure of what she should do. And then he stopped.

 

Her eyes were shut when she felt his breath on her face. When she opened her eyes his face was directly in front of hers and he was whispering to her to let go.

 

"Stop worrying" he told her, "you've no choice in this matter...so let it go."

 

And then, as he resumed his work, something in her clicked and she stopped worrying about how to react or what to do. At that moment she heard nothing - saw nothing. She could feel only the distant sting of the whip as it struck her thighs and ass.

 

Goose bumps lept to her skin, despite the heat of the room and the sweat on her body. She began to shiver, her mind wandering to pastures green and vivid. She felt a wave of warmth come over her and she drifted further. She could see him somehow, in her mind’s eye as he welded the whip across her body.

 

Somewhere in her haze, she felt her legs being released from their bondage. They were under her, even as her arms remained stretched outward. Her ass felt suddenly empty and she realized that he must have pulled the vibrator out. Then again, she felt something larger push into her ass.

 

She wanted to scream, but could not. Her voice had left her and would not have obeyed anyway. Hands grasped her tiny waist and the invader pulled back from her ass only to return an instant later. Her ass felt full and tight, never having had anything pushed into her before the vibrator.

 

She snapped to full consciousness, fully aware of her situation. It was him inside of her, stroking his cock back and forth in her ass. She was not suffering pain but only a minor discomfort. Too, she enjoyed the feeling of his strong hands wrapped around her waist. A part of her wanted him to stop, to withdraw from her and stop this uncomfortable and unnatural assault. Still, a part of her wanted him to fill her ass with his semen.

 

For him, he was living out a fantasy that he had never thought to see in reality. He had fantasized about taking her, binding her and beating her for many years, never hoping to make his wish come true. Yet, somehow, he was here with her, the one girl he never hoped to have. And she was his, to do with as he wanted.

 

His strokes became more powerful and he began slamming into her with each forward stroke. She moaned at his hard use of her. Still, she wanted him to stop, not knowing why. And still, she wanted him to continue, to finish inside of her.

 

He leaned down over her, his cock still imbedded in her ass, and began fondling her large breasts. He squeezed them and pinched her nipples, making her wince and moan.

 

A  sudden warmth washed over her again and she felt a pressure building inside of her. She could not allow herself to cum this way, she thought. She was sure that his wrongful treatment of her ass could not bring her to climax. It was not possible. Still, she could not deny the feeling it was bringing her.

 

She climaxed, clamping herself around his pounding member, causing her to suffer the pain that she knew she should feel. It did not dampen the pleasure, instead making it grow to an intensity that she had not felt before. Several times she climaxed, each time more intense and painful than before.

 

Then, just as she thought she could take no more, he moaned loudly and plunged into her. She cried out with the pain as his own orgasm sent his body into spasmodic jerking. And as the final spasms of his pleasure died down and his juices flowed into her, she found herself in the throws of another orgasm.

 

He lay down on top of her sweat-covered body, his cock growing soft inside of her. His gentle kisses on her back made her shiver raising goose bumps yet again. And when his cock finally slid from her ass, she felt a strange and sad emptiness and she wished that he could remain inside of her for forever.

 

He stood up, tired and spent. Then he released her arms from their bondage and helped her up to sit on the bed. She was sore and tired and in need of a shower, however, she was far too tired, both emotionally and physically. Together they shimmied up the bed where they fell asleep in each other’s arms.