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Subject: {ASSM} Wet Dreams (M/F, cons, light bondage)
Date: Mon, 29 Oct 2001 01:10:02 -0500
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Copyright (C) 2000, Ms LeBeau/Aleirian. All Rights Reserved.

Disclaimer: This story is intended for adults only, and describes consensual
sexual activities.  If you aren't of legal age, or the subject offends you,
turn back now.  The story below is entirely fictional, the participants
merely figments of an overactive imagination. Enjoy!

Archive: Only with permission, and not-for-profit.  Other than that, I'll
probably say yes. The author can be reached at aleirian@hotmail.com

_____________________________________________________


Wet Dreams


     I fell asleep after my swim, my arms tired but curled comfortably into
a pillow. The sun's touch felt warm and gentle on my back, and the sound of
the waves lapping peacefully in the background lulled me into an easy
slumber until the touch of his hand woke me.

     "You're late," I scolded gently. He rolled me onto my back and I shaded
sleepy eyes against the sun as I looked up at him. He smiled warmly, and
then leaned into the comfort of my arms and the kiss I offered.  "Hard day?"
I asked.

     He nodded, and then chuckled with dry humor. "Not hard enough."

     My fingers brushed across his arousal suggestively. "Perhaps we should
do something about that.?"

     "My thoughts exactly," he answered, leaning down for yet another kiss.
While our tongues played, I removed his jacket, loosened his tie and then
pulled him down into the sand.  I whimpered encouragingly when his hands
strayed to the top of my swimsuit and traced the bikini's outline across my
breasts, and then again when his fingers slipped beneath the wet cloth.

      "Seems you're having a hard time, too," he added, pinching one of my
nipples for emphasis.

     "They're cold," I complained.

     "You don't look cold to me," he countered with a wicked grin and a look
that could melt ice. "You look very, very hot."

     I rewarded him with a come-hither look as I stood, brushed the sand
from my legs, and prepared to go inside where I hoped to continue this
conversation more. intimately.  He simply watched, admiring the view as I
slowly twisted in front of him.

     "Unfortunately, my day isn't quite over yet," he finally sighed, and
stood up. "I've still got some paper work to finish up."

     I pouted, expecting this to mean an end to our little tryst.  Instead
he smiled, and motioned me over with a casual wave of his finger.  "So, for
now, I want you to go inside and wash off all that sand."

      "Then what?" I asked hopefully, as he pulled me into the circle of his
arms, and brushed sand from my shoulders.

     "Let's start with that for now," he answered, and I shivered nervously
as he pressed his warm body next to mine.

     "That okay?" he asked.  I didn't know what he had in mind, and I didn't
care. I simply nodded my consent, and headed inside to shower.

  **  **  **

     I met him in the study wearing only my towel, my hair wet and freshly
shampooed and smelling of summer flowers.  He smiled at my efforts to please
him, and so I didn't feel silly standing next to him in only a thin blue
towel.  I felt beautiful, and very, very erotic.

      "You look absolutely delicious," he replied, sliding one arm beneath
the towel and pulling me closer.  I tried to ignore the wanderings of his
hand as it strayed across my hips and down my thigh, but he was far more
experienced than I and he knew how to touch me, how to make my body respond
to his desires.

     I groaned, my desire fueled by the anticipation of his caress and the
memory of his hands on my skin.  I was quite wet by the time his fingers
finally graced me with his touch, and he smiled.

     "I saw what you did to the bedroom," he purred.  I tried to remember
what I had done earlier - I vaguely recalled setting out his toys at some
point - but it was all I could do to hold onto the towel as his fingers slid
easily between my legs and began stroking that heat.

     "I like what you did to the bedroom," he continued, slowly increasing
the tempo between my legs and deliberately sliding his thumb up and across
my sensitive clit. My pulse raced, and I had to put my hand on the back of
his chair to maintain my balance.  "You obviously went to a lot of trouble
to prepare for this evening."

     I nodded agreement and closed my eyes, entirely focused on the movement
of his hand as it slowly kindled the fire between my legs.

     "It would be a shame to waste it," he answered. "Don't you agree?"

     I nodded again, and heard him chuckle as my breath caught and my
nipples tightened for him. After a moment he removed his fingers, stood and
with a firm tug at the top of my towel, motioned for me to follow him into
the bedroom.

     He must have lit the candles while I was in the shower, but otherwise
the room was exactly as I'd left it earlier this afternoon. I'd placed a
small towel on the dresser next to the bed, and laid out an assortment of
his favorite toys: vibrators, rabbits, plugs, ties and lotion.  He gazed at
them with passion in his eyes, and then motioned me forward.

     "Which would you like to play with tonight?" he asked affectionately.
I looked at the selection of toys, carefully noting the different sizes and
shapes. There was a long thin vibrator that I remembered well, and a short
stubby rabbit that looked like it might be fun.  But I wanted more than
teasing tonight, I wanted to feel the stretch and pull of him inside me, and
glanced shyly at the pulsating dildos.  I laughed lightly at the nervousness
I still felt in his presence, but he smiled when I reached tentatively for
the medium sized dildo.

      "You're sure about that, now?"  I nodded shyly.  I'd never actually
tried one of the pulsating toys, but he had recommended them several times
and I was feeling slightly adventurous.  He smiled mysteriously at my
selection, and motioned me towards the bed where he sat down, pulled me
between his legs, and then removed my towel.  I stood somewhat nervously,
anticipating his touch.

     His hands didn't wander this time, and I had to grab onto his shoulders
to steady myself as they found my wet heat. His fingers entered easily, and
I gasped at the intrusion even as my body welcomed his touch.  I was very
warm, and embarrassingly wet, and the repetition of his fingers as they
scissored inside me and across my clit was rapidly driving me wild.  I
groaned.

     "That's it, love." was all he said, but I shivered at the passion in
his voice. "Open up for me. A little more." I obeyed silently, and he
increased his pace, making an effort of teasing my clit with each stroke of
his hand. "You'll like this."

     I nodded brokenly as the passion built inside me and goose bumps
erupted on my skin. He smiled at their appearance, then slowly circled my
left nipple with his tongue and teased it ever so gently between his teeth.
My knees trembled and I arched into his touch for more.

     "No, you don't. Stand still." he instructed.  "Keep your hands on my
shoulders."  I obeyed automatically, and tried to stand still, but my
determination wavered with each thrust of his fingers. "That's better."

     "Oh, God!" I fought to remain standing, whimpering with the effort of
obeying him, and then bit back several groans when he rolled his thumb
across my clit, oblivious to everything but the strength of his hand, the
roll of his thumb, and the caress of his tongue across my breasts.  I ran my
fingernails across his shoulders encouragingly and wrestled with his fingers
until my thrusts matched his own.

     I needed him.

     Now.

      I could see him straining beneath his slacks, remembered the feel of
him inside me, filling me, and shook as pleasure exploded beneath his
fingertips. The sensations were so overpowering that my voice trembled when
I spoke. "I. want. you."

     His hand moved faster, went deeper as he chuckled, "Are you sure?"

    "God. Yes!" I answered breathlessly. "Want. you!"

     "Show me."

     That was all the encouragement I needed.

     I tackled him, pinned his hands onto the bed, and captured his mouth
for a passionate kiss while attempting to regain control of my body's
treasonous desires.  I broke the kiss breathlessly, and lay my head on his
shoulder: The jerk was still dressed.  I was a trembling mass of erotic
sensation, and he hadn't even removed his shirt.

      Well, it wasn't his shirt I was interested in.  My hands slid of their
own accord to his waistband and fumbled with the zipper.  I wanted to feel
that smooth strength in my hand.  I wanted to feel his muscles tighten
against my palm as I stroked him, to hear his breath catch as I teased him.
I wanted him inside me!  After a few desperate tugs he must have decided it
was safer to help than risk permanent dismemberment, because he quickly
unfastened the zipper, and then lay back.  I smiled my appreciation at him
as he wiggled the pants past his hips, and promptly slid my hands around his
shaft.

     He groaned.

     I grinned.  It felt wonderful to get a little of my own back after all
of his teasing, so I squeezed slightly, and rolled my thumb across the head
of his erection just to watch him squirm. The sense of power as he twisted
in my hand was incredible, and reminded me that - for the moment at least -
I held the upper hand here.

      I began with feather like nibbles at the base of his neck, and let my
hands wander affectionately beneath his shirt. He groaned encouragingly
after only a few nips and shifted, using his legs to push both of us further
onto the bed.  I followed the movement by swinging myself up and over, and
cradled his swollen shaft firmly between us. It took only a moment to remove
his shirt after that, and then we were skin-to-skin, blanketed in soft
candlelight and tender caresses.

      He twitched encouragingly as my hands brushed across his erection. I
liked it so much I stroked him several more times just to hear him groan and
feel his body twitch as he responded to my caresses.  He nearly pushed us
off the bed when I rolled my thumbs slowly across the head of his erection a
second time and then scraped his shaft lightly with my fingernails. I
chuckled, delighted with his reactions, and leaned forward as his hands
wandered purposely across my back.

     I tingled where he touched me, shivering as goose bumps reappeared
briefly, and tried to ignore his Cheshire-cat grin as I trailed kisses
across his shoulders.  He was taller than me, so as my hands moved from his
groin to his shoulders for balance, I used my thighs to continue rubbing
against him. It was impossible to tell who was more aroused at this point,
his breath came in short gasps as I kissed and stroked but mine weren't much
better, and I wanted him as crazed as he'd made me earlier. So, in broken
gasps I told him how much I enjoyed feeling him deep inside me, stretching
me, filling me until I didn't know where he ended and I began. He growled
his arousal and shifted desperately, and grabbed my waist with both hands in
an attempt to reposition me. I hung on tight, and circled his ear with my
tongue one last time before he finally exploded into action and flipped us
both over.

     He wasted no more time, and quickly buried himself in my soft folds,
then wrapped me in his arms and barely moved.  I was pinned beneath him,
blanketed in his warmth and weight, and felt incredibly sexy for driving him
to this frenzy.

     "You are a tease," he groaned.  I chuckled in agreement, quite proud of
my antics at the moment, and knew that despite the groan he was equally
pleased.  He finally pushed himself up and captured my mouth in a fiery
kiss. Then he began to move.  My desire returned full force from the
simmering boil it had been while teasing him, and I arched into him,
matching his thrusts equally with ones of my own.

    I gasped. He groaned. My skin tingled and I locked my arms around his
neck desperately.  He countered with hot kisses across my collarbone -
knowing I couldn't last when that erogenous area was teased - and it
couldn't last, our desire was too intense, the flesh too sensitive to
prolong the sensations we were feeling. I almost launched us off the bed as
my desire exploded into orgasm and I squeezed my legs around him.

     He groaned again as the muscles surrounding his hot shaft rippled in
time with my orgasm, and I trembled beneath him. I was oblivious to
everything but the feel of him thrusting deeper and deeper inside me, but I
felt his orgasm when it hit, and heard his ragged breathing when he
collapsed on top of me.

     He didn't even pull out, just stayed that way while attempting to
regain control of his own passions afterwards. I shivered every time he
moved, exhausted and tired, but still so incredibly sensitive. He finally
rolled off, separating us with an audible pop and layback with me snuggled
into his arms.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

     I don't know how long we slept, but the sunlight was just beginning to
fade when he woke me from my dreams with a chaste kiss on the shoulder.  I
grumbled pleasantly, and closed my eyes fiercely as I snuggled deeper into
the shelter of his arms.  I was too comfortable to wake up.

     "You enjoyed that, didn't you?" he asked quietly, adding another kiss
to my shoulder blades. "You liked teasing me."  I nodded, but otherwise kept
my silence.

     "I enjoyed it, too," he finally affirmed. "But I like teasing you even
more." With that, he reached over my chest for the forgotten toy I'd chosen
earlier, kissed me quickly, and sat up.

     "Now, go get dressed," he replied. I must have looked dazed because he
clarified his statement, then added a grin and a slap on the ass. "Just slip
back into the swimsuit, love, and meet me in the study."

     I nodded, and walked carefully back to the bathroom to retrieve my
swimsuit. It was still damp, but I slipped into the suit anyway after taking
a few moments to brush my hair and clean myself off, and then headed for the
study.

      "Absolutely beautiful," he stated upon my return, and pointed to a
short, straight-backed chair near his desk. I sat down as instructed, and
waited as he pulled out several light-weight ropes and tied my ankles to the
back of the chair. When those were secure, he threaded another rope around
my waist, drew my arms back behind the chair and tied them loosely together
as well.

   "That alright?" he asked, carefully checking to make sure I wasn't tied
uncomfortably. I nodded.  I wasn't in any pain, but I was very pleasantly
uncomfortable. He grinned.  "Now try to get up."

     I tried to do as he instructed, but with my arms and ankles tied to the
back of the chair, I could only manage to lift myself a few inches.  He
slipped behind me and tightened one of the ropes more securely, making it
nearly impossible to rise from the chair.  Satisfied that I couldn't escape,
he then slid his hand around the chair and into the front of my swimsuit
where he began a rapid-fire assault on my still overly sensitive clit. I
bucked and tried to squirm away but he was relentless and in only a few
minutes I was wet and gasping for release.

     "I'm going to enjoy teasing you," he chuckled, and quickly inserted the
pulsating vibrator I had chosen earlier. I don't know when he added the
clitoral extension, but I groaned at the tight fit, and shifted
uncomfortably as he slid it in and out repeatedly. Finally assured that the
toy moved easily, he headed into the bedroom and returned with two pillows
and stuffed them behind my back.  I was forced to sit forward, and the new
extension rubbed incessantly against my clit. I squirmed in the chair,
trying to get even a little more comfortable and he grinned.

     "That won't help," he chuckled. "You'll only make yourself more
sensitive if you move."

      I felt the extension rub coarsely across my still overly sensitive
clit, and realized the trap I'd set myself. "Oh God. You. planned this."

    "Why do you think I was so pleased with your choice?" he chuckled again,
watching my renewed struggles with amusement. I really wanted the use of my
hands, just to smack the silly grin off his face.  He kept chuckling, so I
closed my eyes, and slowly - deliberately - counted to ten.

     It didn't help. I still wanted to smack him.

     "Okay," I said as seductively as possible, considering the position I
was in and the sudden desire I'd had to smack him. "Now what?"

     "Now we see what happens when we turn this on" he said, and hit the
button on the toy's control. I groaned softly and closed my eyes while he
played with the pulsating speed. The toy sprang eagerly to life, buzzed
happily against my clit for a few moments and then fell silent, every bit as
obnoxious as I'd known it would be. It felt like I was on fire. No matter
how I moved, or how I pulled at the ropes, I couldn't escape the periodic
beating against my clit, or the stretch and pull of the vibrator as it moved
inside me.

     "Try to relax," he coached. Who was he kidding? Every move I made only
aggravated the excited - almost painful - beating against my clit.

     "God, I'd almost forgotten how sensitive you are." As if to prove his
point, he increased the toy's speed and watched as I struggled for
composure. I trembled as goose bumps erupted on my skin for the third time
that night and bit my lip, but was unable to hold back the groan or stop
myself from trying to get out of the chair.  I shook my head, embarrassed by
my body's reactions, and begged him to turn it off.

     "I don't think so," he chuckled.  "You look entirely too delightful,
and I still have some work to finish."  I groaned quietly as he again
changed the toy's speed, and then left it pulsing slowly but energetically
against my clit.  "And THAT should keep you entertained until I'm done.  I'
ll be over there if you need me," he laughed at his own remark, then sat
down behind his desk and started working.

     Damn it.  If I ever got out of this chair, I was going to .

     Hell, I didn't know what I'd do, but I'd figure something out.

     The toy pulsed rapidly for a moment before falling silent, and I closed
my eyes to regain my balance.   It wasn't easy, the recurring buzz was
already nibbling away at my fragile self-control, and I couldn't focus on
anything but the need to escape this chair.  I tried to distract myself with
visions of work and other monotonous tasks. When those didn't work, I tried
to picture HIM tied to this chair, straining against the ropes as I went
down on him, not once but several times.

      I'd already been overly aroused when he tied me into this chair, but
that last thought and this new toy was driving me to desperation.  The
pulses were too short. They aroused me, and kept me on the screaming edge of
orgasm, but even with the dildo inside me I couldn't come.  My skin burned,
my nipples ached painfully as they rubbed against the bikini top, and I
gasped brokenly for his attention.

     He watched hungrily as I pulled at the ropes, the paperwork forgotten,
clearly enjoying the toy's affect on me, and I suddenly understood. Unless
the ropes gave out, there would be no escape from the energetic pulses
hugging my clit, no escape from the dildo as it slid inside me. I would
eventually do anything, promise anything for a short respite.

     I would beg.

     Waves of arousal washed over me in the wake of that understanding,
leaving me breathless and glistening in sweat, until I was all but drowning
in desire.  I didn't want to beg, but as the pressure built again and my
clit throbbed in time with the toy's beat, my determination wavered.  I
whimpered each time the toy pulsed and was more certain than ever that I was
going to climb out of my skin before he released me from the chair tonight.

     I wasn't surprised when he finally stood and walked over, but I wasn't
prepared for the touch of his hand as he pushed my hair aside, and began
nibbling along my shoulder blades.  I wasn't prepared for the light touch of
his hands tracing down my arms, or the resulting explosion of sensation that
accompanied it, and whimpered loudly as my fists clenched at my sides. When
he finally untied the lower strap on my bikini and molded my breasts in his
hands, I lost the fight completely, and felt my knees lock.

     "That's right. Ride it out," he urged passionately.  I couldn't stop
myself, I was incredibly wet and painfully hard and the extension slid so
easily across my swollen nub.  I groaned desperately and he knew.  Knew that
I was his tonight, to play with and command. Knew that I could not and would
not stop him. I knew it too, and whimpered again as my breasts swelled
beneath his touch.

     "Please," I didn't want to beg, but I couldn't take much more of this.
His kisses had done more to upset my fragile control in the last thirty
seconds than the toy had accomplished all night.

     "You can do better than that," he reprimanded passionately, and then
upped the ante by nibbling at my earlobe.  I reacted feverishly, felt myself
flush and saw stars as I started to hyperventilate.

     "Anything! Just - Oh God - Please!"  I cried out as the first of
several small orgasms hit, but he didn't stop the assault.

     "Come for me," he ordered, and whether I intended to or not, I obeyed.
My legs trembled with fatigue, my arms shook and I begged him NOT to stop as
another wave of orgasms exploded.  He ignored my frantic pleas, and moved in
front of me to watch my reactions more closely.  I trembled helplessly, and
though I couldn't deny him the opportunity to watch, I continued to plead
with him to finish what he'd started.  He finally conceded to my demands
after several agonizingly intense minutes by simply pulling me into a kiss
and ravaging me with his tongue.

     I arched against the ropes, and cried into his mouth as my entire focus
shattered and was released into that kiss.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

     "God, but you are fun to watch," he replied breathlessly, ending the
kiss and then holding me in his arms. I was breathing heavily - my heartbeat
a mere echo of the almost painful throbbing between my legs. My skin tingled
as he finished removing the top of my swimsuit, and his fingers trailed
lightly across my back.  I tried to evade his touch, to cool the simmering
passions inside me - but the toy slid erotically across my clit again - and
I whimpered desperately.

     "It's okay, love.  Just relax," he said. That wasn't possible, I could
barely move without triggering another set of orgasms.  The memory of what
he had just done, what he had made me feel, was too fresh and my fists
clenched involuntarily at my sides.

     "No more.please." Oh, God, no more. I trembled violently in his arms
for several minutes before he mercifully turned the toy off. "Oh god."

     "Shhhh, love. We still have several hours yet," he whispered quietly. I
whimpered at the implications.  He was enjoying himself entirely too much
tonight, and the knowledge that I was still tied to the chair wasn't helping
my peace of mind.

     "Care for something to drink?"

     I nodded emphatically, and he disappeared into the kitchen with another
chuckle at my expense. I hadn't even realized I was thirsty until he'd
asked, but I'd have grabbed at any excuse for a few moment's respite and he
knew it.

     Hell, he was counting on it.  While he dallied about the kitchen, I
twisted unsuccessfully in an attempt to dislodge the toy inside me.  My clit
was swollen again, and ached painfully where it still rubbed against the
toy.  I was so focused on removing the vibrator that I didn't notice when he
returned. "Feel better?" he asked.

      "No," I answered almost childishly.

     "Well, maybe this will help," he ventured, and placed the glass of ice
water at my lips.  I drank greedily, but water still trickled past my lips
and down my neck. I shivered as the tiny streams outlined my breasts, and
spilled more of the cold water.  He smiled, watching the droplets, and then
finally pulled the glass away.

     "That would have been easier with two hands," I admonished him.

     "Maybe," he conceded.  "But then I wouldn't have been able to do this,"
he said, and immediately captured one of my nipples between his fingers.  I
groaned as he rubbed the water roughly into my skin, and tensed
involuntarily in the chair.

     "Oh, I like that response."

     I closed my eyes as he continued the massage, so I didn't see him reach
for the glass of ice, hadn't realized his intent until he placed the frozen
cubes against my nipples.  They tightened instantly and my eyes flew open in
shock as he held the ice there, rolling the cubes over, across, and around
my nipples. The ice melted quickly, but when he pulled my nipples into his
mouth, one after the other and mirrored the cube's path with his tongue, I
groaned brokenly - undone by the rapid changes in temperature, and the
renewed throbbing from my clit.

      "Definitely a positive response," he chuckled.  "Shall we continue
this here, or in the bedroom?"

     "Bed.room!"

     "I hoped you would say that," he said, and quickly untied first my arms
and then my ankles from the chair.  I took a moment to shake them out, then
tried to remove the toy as I stood up but he caught my hand.  "No, that
stays where it is for now."

     I nodded reluctantly, and followed him slowly into the bedroom where he
stripped all but the lower sheet from the bed, and then motioned for me to
lie down.  I slid backwards onto the bed, legs tucked protectively close to
my body, and waited while he rummaged through the dresser drawers, emerging
finally with another set of ropes, a scarf and a dark blindfold.

     "Lay back, hands above your head."

     I did as he instructed, shivering slightly in the colder air as he
wrapped the scarf around my wrists, ensnared them with the rope and tied
them to the bed frame above my head. I gave the rope an experimental tug,
and grinned shyly when it held.

     "We'll leave your legs untied for now," he said, and I thanked him with
another grin. I wasn't ready for another session like the previous one. His
hand trailed down the outside of my thigh, reversed at the knee, then slid
slowly up the inside, teasing lightly, and urging me to spread my legs wider
for him. I obeyed automatically, biting my lips when he brushed purposely
against my clit and the toy still nestled inside me.

     "You really liked this one," he commented. It wasn't a question, and I
didn't dispute the claim, I just nodded.

     He shifted, and the bed rolled as he sat up, slid his hands under my
hips and pulled the remaining piece of my swimsuit down. I lifted my hips
helpfully, eager to be done with the restrictive clothing.  But while the
clothing came off easily, he made no attempt to remove the vibrator and I
frowned in annoyance.

     "Stop sulking, I like the toy exactly where it is," he commented.

     "I'd much rather have you," I countered boldly and thrust my hips
towards him.  I was rather pleased to hear his breath catch, and knew that
he was at least as aroused as I was by this evening's adventure.

     "All in due time," he finally answered back, and began stroking my legs
again.  "You need to work on obedience."

     "I'm always obedient," I answered automatically, increasingly
distracted as his touch moved back towards my stomach.

     "Always?" he asked, his eyes suddenly glowing with anticipation and an
evil grin.  "You're sure of that?"

     I simply nodded, and focused on the feel of his hand across my hips.

     "We should probably test that," he stated quietly, and this time I
recognized the threat.

     "What are you going to do?" I asked nervously, increasingly aware of my
vulnerability as his hand returned to the inside of my thighs, and slid
easily between my very wet legs.  He ignored my question, and worked the
soft folds surrounding the toy between his fingers.  I growled in
frustration, wanting more than the simple teasing he was providing, and
tried to push myself away from him.  He simply grinned, pulled me back into
position and resumed working the delicate flesh beneath his palm.

     "Let's see just how obedient you are," he answered quietly. His fingers
increased their frantic pace across my clit ever so slightly, and I groaned
again as my hands fisted above my head and my nipples turned painfully
erect.

     "That will do nicely."

     The bed shifted again as he reached for the blindfold he'd placed on
the dresser only moments before. "Here's the deal," he explained quietly,
while wrapping the blindfold over my eyes.  "Prove to me that you can be
obedient for the next twenty minutes, and we'll forget that rather clumsy
comment of yours."

     I nodded obediently, grateful for the opportunity to prove myself, and
tried to ignore the wanderings of his hand across my breasts as he explained
the ground rules.  "There's only one rule," he continued in the same
authoritative voice, "You will be quiet.  Not a sound, not so much as a
whimper until those twenty minutes are up."

     "Oh god!"  I couldn't do it. The effort of holding back even a few
groans after tonight's adventure would be impossible to maintain.  He
chuckled, and put a finger to my lips to silence any further protests.

     "Not a sound," he reiterated as he stretched out beside me, and resumed
teasing my nipples.  They came alive with his touch, and I held my breath as
he worked them against each other, pinching first one and then the other.  I
tried to roll away from him, but he caught my arm and flipped me back over
with a ruthless chuckle.

     "We won't need this anymore," he continued, and finally removed the
vibrator. I was dizzy with relief and almost thanked him for removing it,
when I felt him move and slide easily into its place.   He was larger than
the toy, and I shifted uncomfortably to accommodate his increased length and
girth, felt the stretch and pull of him inside me and bit my lips firmly to
stop the groan building deep inside me.

     "You aren't going to make it, " he promised.

      I silently agreed with him. I was determined to obey him, not to make
a sound, but there was no way I could last twenty minutes like this.

       "God, you feel sweet," he whispered passionately, and I found myself
a trembling wreck of erotic sensation as he began to move.  I couldn't tell
which was worse at that moment, the long drawn out strokes he preferred, or
the rapid short ones that were designed to drive me out of my mind and were
accomplishing the task terribly well.  I was breathing rapidly, my hands
clenched into fists above my head, struggling to be silent when I felt his
mouth close on my left nipple. I stopped the groan, but shook uncontrollably
with the effort of obeying him.

          "Yes. that's it, baby," He laughed as I fought for control,
continued to laugh as my muscles locked and I twisted beneath him.  I tried
to smother the groans his kisses were creating, tried to ignore the deep
thrust and parry being performed inside me, but my skin burned with the
memory of his touch and, after several minutes of trying, I lost the battle
completely and arched into his touch with a loud, shuddering moan.

      Nothing could stop the overwhelming passion between us at this point,
and I cried out with each powerful thrust he made.  I was oblivious to
everything but the feel of him inside me, and trembled brokenly in his arms
as our passion spent itself and he collapsed on top of me for the second
time that night.

     When he finally raised his head this time, and untied my arms from the
head board, I curled protectively into his arms and whimpered quietly for
sleep.  He folded me in his arms, kissed my forehead, and nodded.

     "Sleep now, we'll deal with your disobedience later."

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Feedback:  I live and write for feedback. More importantly, I answer
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A few might notice that an earlier version of this story was released almost
two years ago. The truth is that I thought it needed more, and just couldn't
leave well enough alone. I hope you enjoy the upgrade. If anyone out there
has suggestions for how to deal with m'lady's disobedience, I'm presently
working on the sequel...  *Aleirian*

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