He last talked to her an hour earlier, thank god for cell phones. Driving home in the gloom of the winter sun set, his mind was now firmly focussed on her.
She was beautiful; he adored her and couldn't wait to be with her. To touch, to caress with fingertips that tingled for her. He could smell her in his car from the night before. How he loved that she lingered there with him.
That phone call an hour before was the catalyst in him now. She would be waiting for him, showered, perfumed, and cloaked in nylon and leather as he had ordered. Well, he didn't lay the clothes out but she would know what he wanted. That was for her to pick, to choose carefully that which would drive him wild, that which she knew ultimately would leave her gasping and yet still!
He swung the car into the entrance of the strip mall and parked. Getting out of the car always brought a smile to his face as he felt the weight of the lock, her lock on his penis, pulling on him gently as if indeed her hands were around him. That part of him was hers. She owned it, to do with as she pleased. The lock, a symbol of commitment, not intended to be a chastity device. Her mere existence was his chastity there would never be another who could measure up to her.
Chastity device or not, he could not orgasm without her key, and he liked that. Walking from the car "her hands" caressing his penis in rhythm with his strides towards the flower store, her image came into his mind, the key hanging on a delicate chain around her slender neck.
He mused on her friends asking her what the key was for and chuckled as he recalled her answer "it's for his cock" They never believed it, or did they? Well I'm sure they thought about it.
"Can I help you"? The store assistants' words brought him back from his thoughts.
"Yes please, a dozen red roses" Yes, he would buy a dozen but he needed only one and that one she would remember when later she would place it back in the vase with it's eleven companions.
The gravel scrunched and crackled as he swung the car into the driveway. She would hear it, he knew her excitement was equal to his. They didn't have too many opportunities with their busy life but somehow they managed to put on a "Broadway Show" a couple of times of month and they both eagerly anticipated the outcome.
Her excitement was from the unknown. His was from having the power to make her tremble in his arms. The house smelt of her, of candles too, she had prepared ooh so well, she was wonderful. He was happy now; he knew she had performed all the tasks he had asked of her. Now it was up to him to complete the scene.
Passing through the kitchen he draped his jacket over a chair and picked up the vase she had left out. Trembling a little, he headed upstairs with his gift. Entering the candlelit bedroom he saw her, shuddered, and felt her lock pulling against his arousal. She was standing, her warm body, breasts and thighs pressed against the bare wall, legs apart, hands high above her head, palms flat. His eyes followed her curves, the rise of her cheeks covered barely by a sheer black backless dress whose hemline finished just above her knees.
He moved up behind her, roses in one hand and pressed his body into hers, allowing her to smell the aroma of the flowers. She sighed; she breathed in the scent, knowing that the sweet smell would turn into sweet pain. Roses so pretty, so sensuous and yet so,so stingy!
He kissed her neck, he felt her inhale sharply as he nuzzled his mouth, his soft lips, his tongue along her neck and over her firm shoulders. The rose stems rubbing gently along her arm as he savored her soft flesh. Stepping back slightly he drew her arms down to her sides, slid the narrow shoulder straps apart and let the dress fall from her soft, creamy white body.
Motioning her with gentle but firm hands she turned around, standing facing him he presented her roses against her chest, between her soft breasts. Guiding one hand at a time, he placed her hands on her own breasts, having her cup them and squeeze them gently against the rose stems.
" Hold them there" he whispered to her as he smiled a wicked smile. His fingertips now began tracing lines over her gorgeous body. He liked to trace her lines, as he called them. Her curves defined the lines, the lines that follow and define her gentle curves, the lines that lead to her soft, hot, wet valley.
His fingers in her hair, massaging the back of her neck he softly kissed her lips and lightly pushed himself against her, crushing the roses that she had held tightly between her sensitive breasts. He began to feel her tremble as his mouth slid over her cheeks, her eyelids and on to her ear.
"Do not drop one my pet, not one"! She heard whispered quietly in her ear. His fingertips, his mouth now slithering and sliding over her perspiring body, his hands going lower, his mouth following, he could feel the anticipation in her, her muscles tightening, her hands clenching the roses ever tighter between her breasts, she didn't even feel the prickles. It felt like something else. Something like pain but then not pain, this was pleasure.
His mouth now on her tummy, his hands sliding over her thighs, her moist, swollen clit longing for his mouth but only being teased. With spluttering and gurgling sounds coming from her mouth he withdrew. He saw her hands tight on her breasts, the rose stems almost entirely enclosed in the tunnel of her lovely skin formed by her soft breasts.
He clutched the stems and spoke "Release them please" She didn't want to, she knew she had to. Her clit was burning. She could feel her hot juices running cold down her thighs. She wanted to be impaled; she didn't want to let this go.
Reluctantly, she released them to him. Slowly, gently parting her breasts; feeling each and every thorn releasing its grip on her, till finally the roses were back in his hands. She felt like something was missing. She wanted to scream "put them back!" but instead she shuddered and felt her hips convulse uncontrollably.
He crossed the room to the dresser and separated one lucky rose, the rest he placed in the vase. Turning his attention back to her he took the key from around her neck and passed it to her; she reached down and removed the lock, her act of submission.
Now he took her wrists, already encircled with the leather cuffs and spread her arms out wide. The rings placed in the wall, half way down already carried the snaps that would hold her there. Her arms restrained out wide he guided her feet away from the wall and helped her body slump down till she was hanging by her wrists, her knees bent, her legs spread as if sitting but no chair!
He held the single rose stem between his teeth as he slowly undressed before her. Then taking his place on his knees between her legs he began the dance. The dance of his tongue on her thighs, on her inner thighs, his breath touching her lips her clit as he suckled on her delicate flesh. He could smell her now; he could feel her pussy trying to reach his mouth. She wanted his mouth, she wanted release but not yet, he would not allow it. Not yet!
Feeling the ebb and flow of her arousal, his mouth moving ever closer to the swollen spot that screamed to be touched and sucked and finally his tongue finding her clit in a contact that was as light as a feather. She went ridged holding her spot on his tongue pushing into him. Her gurgling sounds told him she was holding her orgasm waiting for his command. He loved this; loved torturing her with her own desires.
His tongue now more firm began to circle her clit. His finger finding her entrance and parting her soft folds, began slowly sliding deeper as she wriggled and fucked and pushed to get more of it inside her. His finger searched for her G spot, his mouth clenched more tightly on her clit, biting as he stroked her hot insides with his fingertip, she began begging! Begging to cum.
She was shaking, trembling, struggling to fight off the orgasm. Knowing he could not push her to failure, he withdrew slowly yet deliberately. Picking up the rose he began to trace its soft petals over her neck, along her shoulders, down her breasts, circling her tummy and all the time watching her reflexes. Using the rose to draw more of her sensations down between her legs and when finally reaching her pussy, his fingers parting her lips, he laid the rose stem between them and folded the soft flesh of her outer lips around the prickly thorns to hold it there. She was gasping now, panting struggling as if trying to fuck that rose.
She wanted to be fucked. She had something between her legs and god damit she would fuck it!
"My Pet, tell me what do you want"? He whispered to her
"Fuck me! Damit! Fuck me you son of a bitch"!
His hands under her buttocks, he slid her up the wall, his strong arms moved under her thighs.
Holding her there, he penetrated her inch by inch until only the rose was between them. Slowly and carefully he began to thrust in and out of her, feeling her climax building again. Feeling the crest but still methodically fucking her so as not to crush the stem against her.
Again she was begging "fuck me, harder"!
Looking down there between them, his own orgasm approaching, he urged her "Fuck me! My pretty slut, fuck me hard, show me how much you want to fuck me".
Her thrusts met his, the rose stem, the thorns, impaled the both of them as pushed and thrust and came, shouting and screaming in ecstasy. And even as their climaxes subsided she still held him tight between her legs sucking every last quiver from her pussy.
Spent she slumped, he slid her down gently, left her hanging and gasping. He reached down between her legs and gently, slowly parted her lips, lips which had a firm grip on the rose. Once removed, his mouth went back, soothing her, licking her wounds forcing more ripples from her orgasm and sucking every last drop of her cum.
As she quieted, he removed her bonds and carried her to the bed, laid her down and gazed upon her for a while, wondering what had he done to deserve such a creature.
The rose returned to its companions now, he lay with her. Firmly against her back, his arms around her, holding her close, he felt the rhythm of sleep in her breathing.
Copyright 2003 ATP.
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Submitted by : Wingsovr NJ
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Outstanding and deliciously erotic... I loved it.
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