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CONTENT WARNING: This story has an adult theme and may include graphic
descriptions of sexual acts. If it is either illegal where you are, or
you are not of legal age to view such material, please stop now.
REBECCA RISING by Tiramisu. MF, con, light bd.
This story completes the trilogy which begins with REBECCA and continues with
REBECCA’S CHOICE. This story is written to stand alone, but you may wish to
read REBECCA and REBECCA’S CHOICE first. awakened
Copyright 1999 by Tiramisu. All rights reserved. Please do not repost
without explicit permission of the author. Permission is granted for
archiving in ass and assm.
Comments are welcome. Email Tiramixu@yahoo.com.
REBECCA RISING
Rebecca awakened to darkness.
She was naked. She never slept in the nude...
Ohhhh. She remembered.
Jason. She began to remember more as she came more fully awake. Oh my.
OHMYGOD.
She had never known she had the capacity for such intense eroticism. No, not
the capacity. The need.
How many orgasms? She’d lost count. First, in the restaurant. God, she had
actually done that. Actually removed her panties and touched herself as he
instructed. Orgasmed as he instructed. And then, later, when he had let her
choose, and she had said she wanted him inside her, when she had begged like
a slut in heat.
No, not a slut. Just a woman whose soul had been touched, whose desires were
finally unleashed.
Fuck me, please, she had begged. And he did. Oh God, did he ever.
She’d never used that word before. Well, almost never. And never like that.
But last night, she’d screamed it over and over. Fuck me. Please fuck me.
Whenever he got close to coming himself he had stopped, pulled out, teased
her with fingers, lips, tongue, driving her over the edge again and again,
before he finally exploded inside her, driving her to one last climax.
The room wasn’t dark, she realized suddenly. She was still wearing the
blindfold she had worn last night. Ohhh. And when she had needed to pee in
the middle of the night, he had led her, naked and blindfolded, to the
bathroom. Oh my. Had he watched her? She felt very naked.
She reached up to remove the blindfold. She felt the silk scarves on her
wrists. But her hands were free to move. Tentatively, her fingers touched the
blindfold.
"Don’t," he whispered softly and gently rolled her onto her stomach. "Leave
your hands where they are."
He kissed her neck. "Sweet Rebecca," he whispered. "You’re mine. You want to
be mine."
"Yes."
"Thank you for your orgasms. You are beautiful when you come. I want you to
come for me now. When you are ready, I’ll remove the blindfold. I want to
look at your eyes when you come."
"Yesss," she whispered.
She felt his hand slide under her. His fingers slid across her belly, his
hand rested on her mound. She wanted it to move lower. She felt fingertips
trace circles on her neck, on her back, slowly moving lower. His mouth
followed, nibbling her neck. His wet tongue sliding across her neck and
shoulders. His teeth lightly grazing her flesh.
She began to squirm, already becoming aroused by his touch, by the knowledge
of what would follow.
His hand moved lower under her, a finger resting on her lips, the base of the
finger resting on her clitoris. Not moving. She squirmed against it.
His other hand moved lower on her back. Fingertips tickling her asscheeks,
the back of her thigh. Her legs moved apart. She felt his lips, tongue, teeth
on her neck.
Ohh.
Squirming against his hand, her swollen lips parted, drawing his finger
between them. Her clit grew harder. She gripped the sheets tightly in her
hands.
His fingertips moved back up the back of her thigh, moved to the inside of
her thigh, teasing between her legs, the crack of her ass, fluttering lightly
over her pussy, lightly scratching up her back, across her neck.
He removed the blindfold.
She turned to see him smiling at her. She smiled. He pressed his lips to
hers, holding her eyes with his as they kissed. His fingers moved back down
over her back. His tongue found hers.
Hmmmmm.
She felt a finger slide between her legs, into her pussy from behind. She was
wet. It slid into her easily. The hand below her moved lower, a second finger
slid into her from below. She ground her hips, riding the fingers which
penetrated her. He sucked her tongue. She felt his hard cock throb against
her hip, felt the drop of moisture at the tip.
The hand under her moved up, the finger sliding out of her, spreading her
moisture up over her clit. She moaned. A second finger slid into her from
behind, filling her again. She moved against the finger on her clit, moving
closer to the edge.
He nibbled her lower lip, kissing, sucking. He licked her tongue, swirled his
tongue around hers. He slid his fingers from her pussy, spreading her wetness
over her perineum. A small finger touched her anus. She moaned again. The
finger was wet. Gently it pressed into her.
Ohhh.
She was racing toward the abyss, One finger caressed her clit, spreading
wetness over it as she rode it. Another finger gently fucked her tender
asshole. Two fingers slid into her pussy.
She groaned. Bucked. Fucked his fingers, looking into his eyes, trying to
tell him with her eyes what she was feeling.
She came.
Moaning, sucking his tongue, licking his face, bucking against his fingers.
Her spirit soared. Free.
When she stopped moving, he withdrew one hand, put his arm around her,
leaving the other hand under her, resting on her sensitive flesh, not
moving.
Gently, he kissed her, their eyes still locked together. Gently, he took her
hands, reattached the silk scarves to the headboard, and whispered, "Good
morning darling."
END
Copyright 1999
Tiramisu
Authors note:
When I began Rebecca’s story it naturally had four parts. The dinner, before
the "exploring" begins. Rebecca exploring during dinner. The elevator.
Jason’s room after dinner.
Long stories tend to be, well, long. So I broke it into parts. The entire
dinner became "Rebecca". Then, parts three and four became "Rebecca’s
Choice."
I couldn’t very well end it inn the elevator, though I was tempted to. Sex in
Jason’s room seemed anticlimactic. Nothing I could write seemed adequate
after the elevator scene. So I ended "Rebecca’s Choice ion Jason’s room,
leaving a lot to the reader’s imagination.
This required a fifth part. I hope "Rebecca Rising" provided a suitable
conclusion to Rebecca’s story.
And of course, Rebecca and Jason seem destined to be together for a long
time. Perhaps we will see them again.
I hope you found the idea of making this a trilogy rather than either a
serial or one long story was effective.
Comments are welcome, to ASSD or by email to Tiramixu@Yahoo.com
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