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Hope you enjoy. :)

-- Adhara


CHAINING THE MASTER
by Adhara Law
Copyright 1998 Adhara Law (eros_dreams@hotmail.com). All rights 
reserved. May not be reproduced or distributed, with the exception of 
USENET archiving, without express written permission by the author.


Silent drip of candles, drops of wine on her skin. Darkness that presses 
in and seems miles away. The only sensations she can feel -- satin 
smoothness against her naked skin, the stinging bite of leather as it 
grips her wrists -- paints her world here, now, the only moment that 
actually exists. Skin held by tanned, blackened skin as it holds her 
fast to the metal of the bed while he looks on.

She breathes. In. Out. Pull against the straps. No good. A smile.

She feels the wet heat of his lips and tongue tracing the smooth outline 
of a stark white calf muscle, straining. Against him or toward him, she 
doesn't know. She doesn't care.

He moves so slowly, snaking his way along the canvas of her naked body, 
painting her virgin skin with lust, desire, trust, and patience. The 
thin bones of her narrow wrists strain hard against the leather straps, 
twisting them with a high-pitched creak as they refuse to release her. 
Head back, mouth open, eyes closed. Sharp breaths.

Along her stomach now. He leaves kisses, sweetly stinging nips and bites 
to melt into the skin below her navel while she breathes her 
confessions. Confessing control, confessing to walking in a world where 
she was the leader…confessing the desire to give it all away, for only a 
few moments. She breathes in the sharp sting of tight leather against 
her pale wrists.

Sound trickle out between clenched teeth, a tongue circles a hard 
nipple. Nips, bites, moans. An arching back. Hips search for hips until 
his cock slides smoothly into her, her eyes squeezed shut and a smile on 
her face. Rhythm now. The creak of leather every regular second, like 
the ticking of a clock. Her fists tugging at the leather but not wanting 
to let go.

Blue eyes are open, staring at him above her as he moves, slowly but
getting faster now, while she arches her back to meet his hips with 
hers. His eyes...she sees the imminent release, the thin membrane that 
holds him back from her. Leather on wrists keeps nothing down. Her hips 
take control, pulling him into her like her eyes are pulling him into 
her, and he gets faster. The pleading in his eyes feeds her smile. Blue 
eyes close as she comes, squeezing against him as she controls the dance 
and watches the membrane break, the statue crumble, as he comes with 
begging eyes.

With a kiss, she slips wrists from leather straps that control the one 
who latches them.


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Adhara Law: eros_dreams@hotmail.com
more of my stories can be read at:
http://asuwlink.uwyo.edu/~astarte/adhara




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