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Playing
by Suki
suki@fish.com
It started slowly, she had asked him over for the evening to help make
her clean her room. She was teasing, refusing to clean it (even though it
really was a mess) just to see how far she could push him. He chased her
into her room and closed the door, grabbing her arm as she tried to escape
out the side door. Finally, he gave up trying to wrestle her into it, and
went to get an ice cube. Just the threat was enough to make her promise to
clean her room.
She cleaned, and he walked out and started to make dinner. Eventually,
she got bored. Wandering out to the living room, she lay down on the
couch.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" he demanded, crocking an
eyebrow at her. She grinned, and made herself more comfortable on the
couch, streching out on her stomach with her head in her hands. Then she
settled down and stared at the television. Out of the corner of her eye
she watched him.
He walked over to door, and grabbed the yardstick leaning behind it.
Then, after making a few practice swipes in the air, he walked toward her.
She willed herself not to twitch.
*SMACK*
She barely felt it. The noise was loud, but there was no pain. It
was almost a playful swat. Especially through her clothes.
*SMACK*SMACK*SMACK*
Nothing. Discusted with her reaction, or lack there of, he threw down
the yardstick and went back to dinner. Feeling smug, she relaxed again.
The food was finished cooking, and they ate on the couch. When they were
done he cleared the dishes, and put them away. She streached back out on
the couch, not showing any intention of cleaning her room. He walked back
up to the couch to sit down, she thought. But he had other ideas.
Roughly, he grabbed her jump-suit and pulled it down. Unzipping it
mostly, and pulling it the rest, he tore it off of her. She resisted, but
stopped when she heard the tearing sounds of her clothes. Then she was
naked on the couch. Without a moments pause, he reached out for his
jacket. Curious, she watched, thinking perhaps he had brought the handcuffs
or something. The or something guess turned out to be right, and he
brought out about 8' of soft nylon rope.
He grabbed her hands, and pinned them behind her back. She was laying
on the couch face down, stuggling feebly. Quickly, he tied her hands,
ignoring her cry as the rope bit into her wrists. Then he started on her
ankles. When they were tightly tied together he tied the wrists to the
ankles. This was new to her, and she felt a bit silly looking like a calf
at a rodeo. She commented this to him.
"Tough," he replied, "this is what you wanted."
Was it? She was not sure. She had wanted rougher play, that was
true, but she wasn't sure whether she wanted it like this. Softer ropes
would help, she thought, and lower lighting. He knew that.
Lost in thought she forgot to watch what he was doing until the ruler
came down on her bottom again. This time there were no cloths to protect
her and what started off as comfortable heat moved to pain as his strikes
got harder. She moaned and almost whimpered, twisting her body as much as
she could away from the ruler. He did not allow her to go far. Grabbing
the ropes, he yanked them upwards, forcing her ankles and wrists to go
closer together as he continued to smack her backside.
Suddenly he stopped and walked away from her as if he had had another
thought. She watched as he disapeared into her bedroom. She heard a
rustling and knew he was at the toybox. He reappeared, carrying with him a
large, gold vibrator. She closed her eyes as he neared her, relaxing her
body against what she knew was coming. He teased her lips with the
vibrator, and then began a slow insertion.
When he was halfway in he stopped, and twisted the knob so it began to
vibrate and hum. Then he stripped off his pants. Her heart almost
stopped, thinking that he was going to penatrait her from the rear,
something she knew she was not ready to handle. Instead he presented
himself to her. He reached back and gave the vibrator a twist.
"Suck" he ordered, "and don't you dare let this vibrator fall out."
Eagerly she engulfed the head of his dick with her lips, wishing she
had her hands free to help. She wet her lips and went down on him, taking
him in further and further with each downshift until she was almost deep
throating. Feeling it get harder and harder to breath, she let him slip out
of her.
The palm of his hand caught her by suprise and it's heat quickly
engulfed her.
"I did not tell you you could stop," he growled. "Continue."
As if to make the point he reached behind and pushed to dildo in
further, until it pushed against the walls of her uterus. She continued
with her mouth quickly, fearing another smack of his hand.
He helped her, guiding her head with his hand until he came deeply
down her throat. Unable to surpress it she gagged, once, and then quickly
continued sucking until he pulled away.
Gently he untied her, rubbing the red lines on her wrists and ankles
as she uncurled her legs. Then he led her into the bedroom.
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Playing
by Suki
suki@fish.com
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