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 The Bet (C) d edward 2004

   Chapter 3

   Leading her by the hand he walked her back to the large open kitchen
where the late afternoon sun filtered through drapes covering the patio
doors leading to the sea.  Pushing her firmly back she felt the small wood
buffet table against the cheeks of her bottom as he drew up her blouse to
once again cover her eyes.  Kissing the moist lips underneath and teasing
them with the tip of his tongue, he tightened the sleeves.  Her lips
parted, yielding to him, allowing him her entire mouth as he took his time
to kiss her thoroughly.  A small gasp escaped her lips as he broke the kiss
and reached down to gently draw her hands together between them.  Clasping
them wrist to wrist he brought her hands to his mouth, turning them to bite
the tender inner flesh of her palm.  She sighed at the shock of new
pleasure from that caress, and leaned into him once more, trying for some
stimulation of her nipples still straining against her bra.  '' You told me
once about humiliation, he said, ''your need for it.'' She nodded,
remembering but unwilling to agree with anything more than a small nod of
her head.  Her limbs trembled as he continued.  ''This is for you, what I'm
about to do, OK?'' he asked, getting a puzzled whimper from her as she
leaned against him even more, weak with anticipation and fear.....and
pleasure.  It thrilled her to feel him control her this way as he backed
her up gently against the table.  ''Sit on the edge, '' he ordered, giving
her a boost to help her to get both smooth cheeks on the table.  She
balanced for a second as he slid her towards the center.  ''Now lay back,''
he asked, feeling her resist at first but then, with his hands on her
waist, gradually leaned back to feel the table runner against her neck and
shoulders, the wood warming to her flesh that spilled over the narrow strip
of cloth.  Taking her legs he raised them up to place the backs of her
knees on her shoulders, running his hands down the buttery walls of her
thighs to brush against the damp panel of the thong.  Hand wet with her
juices he brushed his fingertips over her mound, making her arch up in mute
demand as he raised her bottom off the table even more.  ''Give me your
hands,'' he said, taking each firmly and bringing them together, one under
each knee.  She heard the tear of velcro as he wound a thick ribbon around
each leg and wrist, binding them firmly together.  She then felt the tickle
of rope under her knees as he tied each leg to opposite corner legs,
splaying her open even wider, the thin crotch of the thong now buried
in-between her inner lips as he put tension on each leg.

   She cried out at the sudden sharp nip of teeth on her inner thigh,
realizing that he did so deliberately in order for her to feel how securely
she was now bound to the table, to demonstrate just how helpless she was.
His teeth continued their now much gentler nibbling up one thigh and down
the other, gradually, agonizingly, working their way to her center.  Her
thong was now completely covered with her excitement, and she cried out
again, this time in surprise as her orgasm rushed over her, his fingers
pulling the thong aside as his tongue swept across her outer lips to land
on her clitoris and flutter there in slow steady kisses.  ''That was for
me, '' he said, silencing her sobs with a salty kiss, silky juices coating
both their faces as she opened her mouth eagerly to his invading tongue. 
She was crying with the pleasure of it all as he continued to kiss her,
letting the sensations crest and then slowly ebb, bringing her back to
herself slowly as her body relaxed against the ropes.

   ''Now for the final step,'' he murmured, getting a weak groan as an
answer.  '' I'll take that as a yes?'', he asked.  She drew a deep breath
and nodded......  The rustle of paper bags gave her no warning of the
sudden chill of cool items being placed around her, tucked under each cheek
of her upraised bottom, wedged gently between her legs and tucked under
each full breast.  She gasped again at the tickle under her neck of
something....sharp.....  plant like.....  the smell brought the sudden
shock of understanding....  parsley!  Her skin made the immediate discovery
of carrots, celery and onions now pushed into every available crevice of
her captive body.  She jerked in surprise once again as he wedged her mouth
open with smooth sweet apple, quickly pressing it into her upper teeth and
closing her jaw to bind her lower teeth before she could protest.  Holding
her jaw shut he whispered, ''All you have to do is open your mouth and I'll
stop'', and he waited, feeling her relax slightly before letting go. 
''Good, my love, the best part is about to begin.'' Slowly, so as not to
frighten her, he began to spin the table.  Puzzled, she could feel her toes
brush the curtain panels as he turned her, not yet understanding what was
about to happen.  ''It's kind of cool in here, don't you think?'' he asked,
seeing her nod, still not understanding.  ''Maybe a little afternoon sun
would be nice, hmmm?''.  Her sudden sharp intake of breath and the
tightening of her bonds were the only reaction as she heard the drapes
being pulled open.  The heat of the late afternoon sun warmed her thighs as
a moan escaped past the apple still wedged in her mouth.  ' Oh god..oh
god...oh god...' , she thought, her perspective suddenly in the room above
her seeing herself on display for everyone who might be passing by on the
beach just outside the window.  She arched against her bonds as she felt
his fingers reach between her legs, and pull her lips further apart ,
painting her thighs with slick juices as he spread her open wider,
revealing her moist pulsing vagina to the world.  Her chest heaving with
the reality of it, she felt herself begin that slow climb towards another
orgasm.  His hot whisper in her ear only pushed her closer.  ''There are
people outside,'' he began, keeping below the table behind her.  'They can
see you, spread apart, open......there's nothing they can't see.'' She was
shaking now, the moist sounds of her vagina now heard over her ragged
breathing.  A sharp tap-tap-tap and deep male laughter sent her over the
edge, grunts of exquisite pleasure forced past the apple as her hips thrust
blindly towards her invisible audience.  She cried out, body arching
against her restraints as fruit and vegetables were knocked to the floor by
her powerful thrusts.  Sobbing, she felt his hands on her head, holding her
once more, anchoring her as she was tossed by the intensity of her orgasm.

   His hand left her briefly and she heard the sound of curtains being
drawn, the sudden cool of her thighs telling her the show was now over. 
The voices faded off into the distance as she felt her bonds being loosened
and her legs dropped back to the table.  She sighed at that pleasure, and
of the feeling in her arms now luxuriously limp alongside her as he
continued to loosen her bonds.  Feeling a tug at the apple she relaxed her
jaws only to find she'd bitten through to the core during her orgasm.  She
giggled as she felt him fish the remaining piece out from between her lips
and replace it with his own two lips.  Too weak to even hug she simply
breathed him in, letting her breath fill with his, as if blending their two
souls together.  A deep sigh, and his arms drew the blouse from her eyes,
completing her journey back to him.

   Looking around she saw the closed curtains, now almost dark, and the
scattered fruits and vegetables everywhere on the floor.  Next to her his
face, perched on the edge of the table next to hers, that silly look of
pleasure making her blush and smile back at him, happy to have him there.
She sighed again.  ''That was.....amazing.'' she began weakly,
''How.....?'' His fingers touched her lips to silence, and he simply stood
up and helped her to move off the table, tumbling the rest of the food to
the floor.

   ''Did you really..'...' she began, once again getting nothing more than
fingers on lips for an answer.  ''It's my turn, don't you think?'' he
grinned, leaving her to stand there alone, in the near dark.  She turned to
the curtain, hesitating, half fearing to pull it open and see.  Finally,
giving in to her curiosity, she pulled open the panel and looked out to see
the now empty beach spread out before her, the setting sun putting a last
bit of light on the dunes below.  Looking closer to the house she could see
the sand up against the dining room wall.  There, in the last light, the
perfect furrows of a rake were drawn across the sand under the window,
undisturbed.

   Dropping the curtain with a snort of surprise she looked around the
kitchen, picked up a few choice vegetables and some rope and with a grim
smile, headed towards the bedroom.

   Turnabout was fair play.

   Chapter 4

   Padding quietly into the bedroom she turned the corner to find him on
the bed, the languid pose of his arms behind his head and the casually
crossed legs firming her resolve to try and wipe that cocky smile from his
face.

   ''Think you're pretty good don't you?'', she asked, glaring at him,
indignant.  His smile just widened and despite herself she began to grin
back at him.  They stared at each other for a long moment.

   ''OK you, my turn.'' she said, coming to the side of the bed and pulling
the top sheet free from under the mattress.  ''Don't move,'' she warned,
slowly folding the sheet over his legs, tucking it in firmly all along one
side, working her way around to the other side of the bed.

   ''Arms down,'' she insisted, waiting while he lowered them to his side.
She continued to pull the top sheet free and then to tuck it around his
body, folding his arms and legs together, rocking his shoulders back and
forth to draw the sheet tighter around him.  Soon he was firmly wrapped up,
a large cocoon with a still smiling face although she could now see his
eyes beginning to show the smallest amount of apprehension at being
constrained.

   ''A little nervous, honey?'', she cooed, as she took the rope and slid
it under his head, working it back and forth down his body to mid-arm,
where she tied a quick knot, securing him even further.  ''Hey...' he
began, in protest, trying to sit up and beginning to work his arms free. 
She quickly straddled him, her thighs on either side of his arms, pinning
him back to the bed.  '' No, no, sweetie...'' she said, pushing him back
gently and rubbing the frown tangled there between his eyebrows.  ''It's
your turn, and you're just going to have to take your medicine whether you
like it or not.'' as she felt him relax beneath her.  ''Good boy,'' she
cooed, ''Now we're ready to begin.''

   Sliding off of him she finished wrapping the last piece of rope around
his legs, completely securing him before leaving the room.  He lay there in
the growing darkness, the faint sound of her moving elsewhere in the
apartment distracting him from the bonds holding him to the bed.  Never
comfortable with being held down or trapped, he felt self conscious and
vulnerable.  Gradually a light panic began to grow as he tried to relax and
not struggle.  Time seemed to slow to a crawl.  Distracted by his inner
turmoil he was startled to realize his eyes had somehow closed and she was
now standing alongside him, putting some things on the table next to the
bed.

   Dressed now in a loose satin robe, she moved onto the bed and straddled
him, eyes locked on his, a small smile at her lips.  Her breasts pushed
forward against the tie that held the robe together, and his eyes followed
the deep furrow between them.  She noticed his glance and leaned forward to
bury his face between the soft weight of her breasts, feeling the small
puff of his breath next to her skin, tickling her.  He groaned in delight
at the warm curves and insistent nubs under the satin and her nipples began
to ache in response.  She rocked against the hardness growing beneath her
and reluctantly began sliding off of him.  Kneeling beside him she reached
behind his shoulders and raised him up to a sitting position.  Moving
around behind she leaned back against the headboard, propping pillows under
her lower back until she was comfortable.

   'Ready?'' she asked, seeing the puzzled look on his face.  He shrugged,
the smile on his face doing little to offset the tension she saw in his
back and shoulders.  Reaching up she placed her open palm on his neck and
slowly coaxed him to lean back, letting her take his weight, gradually
leaning him back and bringing his head to rest in her lap, his cheek now
snug against the warm satin covering her belly.  She could feel the sudden
stiffness in his shoulders as she loosened the tie of her robe and slowly
pulled aside one side to reveal her full left breast.  Looking down at him
now she smiled as she saw the shock in his face, his eyes wide as she
cradled his head and pulled him towards her.

   '' I.......'', he murmured, struggling against her arms, but she held
him firmly, pressing his face against her breast, the nipple now hard
against his cheek.  He looked up at her again, his eyes deep and dark with
apprehension.

   ''Shhhh....'' she soothed, chuckling at his discomfort, enjoying the
control she had over him.  Using the two fingers of her right hand she
pressed her aureola and began to tease his lips with her nipple, making his
eyes go even wider.

   ''This is something we both want,'' she insisted, smiling down at him.
''Don't fight me on this, just take what you deserve.'' She felt him begin
to relax, his arms and shoulders suddenly folding against her and a small
electric surge went through her as his tongue brushed against her nipple,
drawing it into the warmth of his mouth.  With a groan of pleasure he
slowly drew her breast in deeper, working his lips over the aureola and
pulling the firm nipple up against the roof of his mouth, trapping it there
with his tongue.  With lips covering his teeth he gently pulled on her
breast, nursing the soft spongy flesh behind the nipple with a steady
rhythm.  In the darkened room, his world was reduced to her breast, her
arms around him, and the soft pulse of her heart that trembled beneath his
ear.  The sharp pain in his throat that had been growing there made him
gasp suddenly, his breath shuddering as he began to struggle, but she held
him to her, keeping him from pulling away, from backing away from this rare
moment the two of them had created.  His breath rasped against the knot in
his throat as he slowly gave in: to her, to himself, to that dark pulse of
desire that until now, only she was sure existed there in him.  With a
great sigh he fell back against her and began to suckle in earnest.

   Feeling him relax she began to run her hands over his shoulders and
side, feeling the slack muscles there and the bones beneath them, her
fingers drifting quietly along his lean thighs and hips.  Working her hand
gently over his stomach she could also feel the heat of his groin, and was
pleased to feel the heavy mass of his cock, now soft again, under the
sheets.  Stroking her fingers lightly over the outline of the shaft got an
answering moan and a slight thrust of his hips against her hand.  Her smile
widened as once again she felt the slow coil between her own legs and the
first slick feel of excitement there.  But it was his turn now, and she was
determined to extract the most amount of pleasure from him this evening. 
He had paused at her breast, distracted by her hand, and she jostled him
with her arm until he resumed nursing, needing no more encouragement than
that.  Her breast was now feeling quite tingly and warm, and she almost
imagined what it would feel like to have an actual let down of milk, to
feed her lover with herself, giving him something only she could provide.
Her friend Rosie mentioned feeling the same way when she nursed her infant
son and later her husband as they made love.  Another surge of desire moved
through her at the thought of that, and she shifted her hips with pleasure.
They lay there together as the room darkened into night.

   With a sigh she reached between her breast and his lips and broke the
seal there with her finger, pulling her swollen wet nipple into the cool
air.  He looked up at her with such a puzzled frown that she burst out
laughing, which only further clouded his eyes.  Before he could react she
loosened up the other side of her robe and quickly showed him her right
breast.

   ''My greedy little man.T..'', she chuckled, seeing his frown relax and
an embarrassed smile replace it, ''You just can't wait can you?'' He ducked
his head in sudden shyness, and she laughed again, shifting gently over to
the other side and offering herself to him once more.  This time he didn't
hesitate and drew her into his mouth fully, hungrily, making her groan with
pleasure at his insistent tugging.  Her breasts had always been sensitive
this way, and to have him at her breast was more delightful than she'd ever
realized in her fantasies.  She was aware of the growing wetness between
her own legs, and realized that after a few more minutes of nursing she was
going to have to do something about it.
   But first she had to teach this man in her arms a lesson........