Kinky Girls Do ~ Bundle One (5 page)

Her body screamed for more, lost within a
maelstrom of passion. Her voice hoarse from neighing so much, she
whispered Andrew's name softly, her body convulsing in orgasm.

Quivering, she felt Andrew pounding into her
pussy, until with one last thrust he collapsed against her back,
pushing them both to the hardwood floor.

Natalie struggled to regain her breath as
her body hummed. Feeling completely drained and lethargic, she
couldn't summon the energy to roll over when Andrew flopped to his
side next to her.

His hand stroked down her back to her ass,
where he grabbed the base and gently removed the plug.

"I love you, baby," he drawled, his voice
husky. Tenderly, he placed soft kisses along her back and still
rosy ass-cheeks.

"I love you too, Master."

"As much as I would love to lay here all
night kissing and caressing you, I think we are in need of a
shower." Andrew stood and helped Natalie up, then swept her into
his arms.

"Thank you," she whispered. She nestled her
head in the crook of his neck as he carried her out the barn door.
"I love you too, Andrew."

"My pleasure darlin'. You did well, very
well. There are some more things I want to try out, real soon."

* * *

As time passed, Melissa found her mind
wandering. Gregory had blindfolded her earlier, and asked her to
wait on him. She wasn’t about to move and risk upsetting him. Which
was how she found herself laying on her bed, her hands tied
together and positioned over her heads, with nothing to do but
think. Just like her lover had planned.

Gregory had proposed the night before, and
as much as she loved him, as much as she cherished him in her life,
she wasn’t certain if she could take that last step – and trust him
with their future. It was one thing to trust him with her body, but
the knowledge of how quickly relationships could sour made her
hesitate. She knew that hurt him, but he had taken it in
stride.

At least she had thought so, until he had
bound her hands, blindfolded her, and asked her to think about
their relationship, and where she saw them going – if anywhere.

Unable to think about her future without
considering how she had gotten to the present, she found herself
reflecting on how things started in high school. She had been lucky
with her pick of men; they had all been relatively good guys. But
therein lay part of the problem--they were all too good.

Yet, as much as she had dreamed of a certain
type of bad boy, she hadn’t dared risk the heartache that such a
man could bring. She had seen it too frequently in her mom’s own
failed relationships. Time after time, she had opened herself up,
and suffered for it. Some of the men had simply been unable to
commit; others were users and abusers.

College hadn’t been much better for Melissa.
There was Aaron, whose idea of kinky had been to watch her strip
for him, Scott who couldn’t handle the idea of tying her up, let
alone dominating her, and Patrick, sweet adorable Patrick, who had
a submissive streak of his own. All nice, good guys. The kind of
man she should have leaped on after the experiences of her
childhood, but something had always been missing, and she knew
it.

Three years out in the ‘real world’ after
college hadn’t yielded much better results. Until a chance meeting,
thanks to a mutual friend, had introduced her to Gregory. The man
she loved. The man who she wasn’t certain she could marry.

Jerked from her memories at the sound of the
bedroom door opening, Melissa started trembling. Time was up.

She felt the bed dip as Gregory joined her,
the subtle scent of his cologne deliciously mixing with the night
air.

“Did you miss me?” His hands slid slowly up
her hip. Melissa trembled at the touch, her body instantly primed
and ready to go off, despite the turmoil of her thoughts. She knew
it would be a while before he would be ready to let her.

“Yes,” she whispered, licking her dry
lips.

Gregory leaned down and kissed her, his
tongue gliding along the seam of her lips, further moistening them.
Shifting restlessly, she parted her legs further, as her clit
throbbed. The clamp around it caused a rush of moisture to pool
under her hips.

Gregory’s smooth hands cupped her breasts,
fingers pinching her nipples as she lay passive beneath him,
knowing to arch into his touch would displease him, and after the
hurt of last night, she didn’t want to do anything else that would
upset him. Even if it was something so simple as moving without his
permission.

He had only asked her to lay still and to
think, it really wasn’t so much.

“Are you all wet for me Melissa?”

“Yes.”

“You’re not lying to me, are you?”

“No Gregory,” she responded, aching for him
to doubt her. As she felt the warm, dry touch of his fingertip
trailing around her stomach, she held her breath. It could go
either way--either he would allow her the small glide of his
fingers inside her pussy, which experience had taught her would
only ignite her need, or he would take her word for it and tease
and torment her in others ways.

Either way, it was going to be a while
before he let her orgasm.

“You’re sure you’re not lying to me?” His
fingertip brushed along the tiny auburn patch of hair he allowed
her to keep on her mound. Her lips had to be smoothly shaven each
morning, ready for his oral attention at any time. She didn’t want
to ever risk giving him whisker burn. Gregory had shown the same
care each time he took her to bed, making sure to rid himself of
his thick whiskers any time even a hint of them started to
show.

But that one patch of hair, so long as it
was kept neatly trimmed at no longer than an inch, she kept. And
Gregory let her, knowing she liked to trail her fingers through it
before she manipulated the tiny bud of her clit.

He liked it too, using it as a favored
caressing spot as he teased her having discovered just how
sensitive the skin beneath it was.

“I swear Gregory, I’m not lying.” She had
before though, when he told her to. It had earned her an
ass-spanking that fired her senses just thinking about it. But this
time he hadn’t made that demand.

He heaved a wearied sign, and she could
picture she sparkle in his brown eyes as he slid his finger down
further, flicking it over her engorged clit, before slipping
between her lips. Pumping the one digit into her core, he stroked
the slick inner walls of her pussy, increasing her need a notch
before pulling back.

“You were telling the truth baby, and I’m
sorry for doubting you. Let me make it up to you?”

“If you wish,” she gasped out, already
knowing just how he would make it up to her. Melissa focused on
keeping her muscles relaxed as he climbed off of the bed and
circled to the other side. Gently grasping her wrists, he pulled
some of the slack in the sash that bound her wrists together, and
tied it around her headboard. Her leg trembled as he moved down the
bed and cupped her slender ankle. Lifting it to his lips, he sucked
one toes into his mouth, one at a time, lavishing them with
attention. Her clit throbbed in protest, demanding he shift his
attention there. But he didn’t.

Instead, he carefully tied her ankle to
another scarf, this one previously having been attached to the
footboard. Her other foot received the same tongue attention,
before being bound, and then he was at her head.

Melissa could hear the faint sounds of her
nightstand drawer being opened, and her mind raced, wondering which
toy her was going to pull out. Last time he had used the anal plug,
so she doubted he would use it again so soon, but there were dozens
of other alternatives.

She jerked as his hand suddenly cupped her
breasts, thumb and forefinger pulling her nipple into a hard bud.
The familiar sting of a gator clamp soon followed. As he repeated
the process on the other breast, he moved slower, leaning over her
body to brush her stinging nipple with the smooth silk of his
shirt.

Melissa whimpered in pained-pleasure.

“Do you like my apology so far baby?”

“Yes,” she hissed out, her nipples on
fire.

“Good.” He fairly purred, and Melissa
creamed at the sound. He had a sadistic streak that he rarely
indulged, but some times, he was all too willing to torment her to
her limits. Given his mood when he had left her, she well
understood that he wouldn’t let her off easy this time.

Spread eagle and fully bound, she should
have felt dirty with her nipple and clit clamps, but only felt
free. It wasn’t until she had met Gregory, and he had first spanked
her, that she had felt herself truly come alive. Gregory pushed
her, and she allowed him to, even begging him to upon occasion.

All her past relationships had been pale
shadows of what she now enjoyed.

Even with the fears of the past, she had
been able to see that he was the best thing that had ever happened
to her. Yet, she could remember her mother expressing the same
sentiments about husband number three.

The faint whistle in the air was the only
warning she got before the nine-tailed whip landed against her
skin. Hissing at the sting on her stomach, she wanted badly to see
her skin turning from creamy white to red.

Another faint switch, then the whip
connected with her left breast. She undulated on the bed, her pussy
clenching, aching for a hard cock to fill her, as he lashed at her
again, this time marking her right breast.

Each blow in itself wasn’t enough to
actually hurt her, but as he crisscrossed the whip marks, it sent a
jolt through her body. She stopped counting at the twentieth blow,
her body going into overload as he landed a direct hit against her
pussy.

Screaming softly, she arched against the
bed, instinctively wiggling away, which earned her several rapid
blows against her tender core.

“Gregory,’ she gasped, knowing she didn’t
really want him to stop.

The flail of the whip stopped, as he waited.
When she didn’t say anything else, he leaned down and pressed a
kiss against her lips. After he moved back, she could hear him
rustling in the drawer again, and knew she would be punished. He
allowed her to moan and whimper, scream and wail at will, but she
was only supposed to speak when he gave her leave, or when she
truly couldn’t take it any more.

He didn’t want her to feel the need for a
safe-word. He had explained simply that it was because if fear ever
set in, she might not remember it. Instead, slowly he had trained
her to speak only when in distress. For her to have spoken now,
even something so simple as his name, while their emotions were
running so high, was something she really shouldn’t have done. She
knew in her heart than Gregory would never hurt her, but he would
push her to the edge of her sexual limits, drawing out her orgasm
until she was ready to scream and beg for it.

A hum filled the stillness of the air as he
turned on one of her vibrators. Trying to tell just which one by
the sound was impossible, she had too many. Feeling the tip being
pressed against her lips, she parted them and deep throated the
mock cock, her pussy weeping for it to be moved there. And Gregory
knew it …

Sucking on the dildo, she pretended it was
his cock she was giving head to, running her tongue over the vein
along the underside and swirling it around the tip. As Gregory
pulled it free of her mouth with a faint pop, she trembled in
anticipation.

He stroked it lightly over the tips of her
nipples, driving her crazy. Oh so very slowly he moved the buzzing
dildo down her body, trailing it over the ribs and into the valley
of her belly button, before rubbing it with aching precision over
her clit. He knew just how to draw it out, so that pleasure became
almost pain as her body throbbed for more. He played her like a
virtuoso would a fine instrument, with precision and sheer
passion.

Without any warning, he pressed the dildo
against her pouting pussy lips and thrust hard between them,
sliding the fake cock halfway into her pussy. Melissa gasped and
arched as the remainder of the eight inches was driven into her
core.

Her pussy clenched around the plastic
device, gasping at it in a vain effort to orgasm. Helpless, she
couldn’t do anything to push herself over the brink that Gregory
kept her poised on. Everything was his call to make, her orgasm
held to his whim. And she wouldn’t have it any other way. She
willing submitted to him, knowing he would provide what she needed
to experience the height of pleasure.

She faintly could hear the rasp of his
zipper and the subtle slide of material. When the bed dipped next
to her head, she knew what was coming even before he straddled her
and pressed his cock-head against her lips.