A Play...for Keeps
Keywords: Keeps, A, Play...for,
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..till he thought the world would end...that he would burst...
She felt the bed dip again and another sound. A faint clicking sound of something sliding into place. What was it? And why was he on the bed? She tried to bring her knees up to protect herself, but found she couldn't move them up enough to be of any use. Whimpering, she pressed her tongue against the sticky tape, trying to push it off of her mouth. This would enable her to call for help once again, if she could get her mouth free. Her wrists felt raw from tugging against the ungiving metal hoops, but she wouldn't give up! She couldn't!
She jerked slightly when she felt her uniform front being lifted up off of her body.
"What?!" She tried to ask but it came out as a muffled word he could not even begin to understand. But he had a thought of what she was asking. What was he doing? He smiled the anticipation of seeing her bared breasts turning him on. He was getting into this whole stranger/rape thing. One by one his pocketknife sliced off button after button, opening the front of her gown and revealing a very silky looking bra. He would have to guess she wore a C cup, but he would find out when he took it off. It did not matter, breasts were breasts. As long as it made her hot, he would toy with them and much, much more.
Sensitive nipples, which would turn her on to be touched, would in turn make him excited as well. He just wanted to taste her, every inch of her. Why he lusted for another man's wife, he did not know. But he wanted this one unlike any he ever wanted before. Reverently, he cupped her breasts into his large hands and squeezed gently, kneading the flesh. She tensed under his hand, and held as still as a frightened rabbit.
Her mind worked furiously! Why was he touching her? Why was he doing this to her? She wanted to rant and rave at the unfairness of it all! She felt her skin crawl at the thought this man, this stranger, was touching her where no one but her husband was allowed to touch. She whimpered, freezing in place, too afraid to move. He might think she likes it and wants more if she so much as breaths.
"Now, now, don't be this way Sara. I know you like sex, I know you crave it." He worked to disguise his voice from her. Hoping it was working he continued in a husky whisper, "The only thing in this whole house I want." He paused, "Is you." He said it with such finality, she cried and squirmed, trying to throw him off of her. This was cruel and the worst way to treat a woman! And the sickest part was, she had secretly longed for this, wanted it.
He chuckled at her obvious complaint to those words, but he would work extra hard to change her mind. He took his knife and cut the straps on her shoulders and the center between the cups. Pulling the bra off, he tossed it too, to the floor behind him. Her breasts bared he inhaled sharply, her nipples were larger than normal. Erect and standing in the air, "Looks like you are enjoying this Sara. Just do not wish to say so huh?" She shook her head in denial, adamantly trying to deny her mixed feelings. He chuckled again, his voice sending shivers down her body and nagging at her. He sounded so familiar, but not quite. Was he hiding his true voice from her?
He bent down, his tongue barely grazing the skin as he circled and teased just around the outside edge of her nipple. She gasped for air, she had been holding it so long she was going light headed from lack of it. She squirmed again, groaning out what he was sure was another denial and complaint. She was fighting this tooth and nail, not that he minded in the least. It would make her fall that much harder and deeper.
She squeezed her eyes tightly shut behind the blindfold, willing herself not to respond. Not to want this man's touch nor welcome it. She wanted to be cold, heartless, unresponsive so he would leave her alone. She did not know what to think nor feel when he informed her he was here for her. What did he mean by that? Why her? She led a sheltered life, home and work were about all she did. When did he meet here and more importantly where?
His mouth wrapped around her nipple suckling it into the heated cavern of his mouth. Unbidden came her response, though she tried to stop it. Her back arched up off of the bed, pressing her nipple further into his mouth. Hot saliva wash over her nipple before he suckled it off, drew back and blew gently over the tormented nub.
She whimpered in her throat, shaking her head no, willing him to get up and leave her alone. Leave her and vanish before she gave in to him and betrayed her husband. Gone were all thoughts as he latched on again and suckled hungrily at her breast. The blood engorged tip tightening up and sending jolts to her now wet pussy. She cried out behind the tape, shaking and wiggling franticly to make him stop. All this did was increase the amount of suction he had on her, and make his tongue work harder on her nipple.
Resigned she held still a moment, panting through her nostrils, trying to breath in enough air to slow her heart beat down some. He chuckled and moved to the other breast, flicking his tongue over the peak before devouring it in his heated mouth. He pulled up off of her nipple slowly, tugging her nipple with his lips. He let go once he had it tugged a bit and pulling away from her breast, giving it more blood. He withdrew a little and blew across this one as well.
"You can fight me, or you can go with it, but eventually you will cave in Sara. Don't think, just feel. Enjoy what I am giving you." His seductive whisper reached her ears, and her body. She felt a twitching inside, she wanted it. Her walls were wet and her clit swelling little by little. She felt shamed for what he was able to make her feel, afraid that her desire was evident to this stranger as well. She flushed hotly from her thoughts, swallowing she tried not to think of the mortification she felt for being wet.
She was beyond looking for a way out, there was none to be found. All she could do now was hold onto her dignity as long as possible and fight this building lust inside her. She could feel the wet heat of his tongue sliding erotically, slowly up and down her torso. Her legs shook a little and she could feel herself getting wetter and hotter for more. His mouth felt sinful, soft as well. He smiled to himself, her reactions were an indication she was getting into this now. He teased around her belly button, moving ever so slow down towards his goal.
The musky scent of her reached his nostrils and he felt his mouth watering in anticipation. He knew she would taste as sweet as she looked, more so than he expected. He could hardly wait to feel her bucking against his mouth, filling it with her orgasms. Hearing her cry out in release, but fighting it as long as possible. He was rock hard, thankfully his boxers had enough room in there for him to adjust a little. All nine inches were hard and wanting in where his mouth was heading.
She pulled at her bonds, wanting to be freed of the restraints and hurt him for awakening in her this desire. She growled low in her throat, her eyes narrowed behind the mask in anger as her skin tingled to life. Her stomach tensed under his questing tongue and all it did was add to the sensations washing over her. Her pussy was wet enough now, she could feel her panties sticking to her folds. He was succeeding in making her respond and she wanted to cry with the unfairness of it all! Then she wanted to grind against his face and demand he make her cum. "Where did that thought come from?" She thought. She did not know, but she was aching all over for a hard pounding.
He placed his fingers over her mound and felt her heat through the damp lace separating them. He had to taste her, he hooked his fingers into the edge of the g string and pulled it down her thighs. Running his tongue along her hip as he slides, then down her inner thigh as he places a soft kiss on her knee. She whimpered again, arching a little, which only aided him in getting the g-string lower. Taking his knife, he cut each strap and slowly pulled it out from under her ass. She fought a moment, trying to press her knees together and stop his intentions.
He chuckled and gripped her legs, forcing them back open and wedging his shoulders between them. He was now face to 'face' with her most private part. Her secrets revealed before him, her folds spread and bare. They trembled slightly as her body shook. He could see the moisture on her folds, and knew she was warming up a little at a time.
She felt his breath flow softly over her bared center, giving her a slight chill. She knew she was wet, and now he knew it as well. Growling, she tried once again to close her thighs but couldn't. He groaned instead of chuckling at her, he was filled with desire for her. Lovingly he caressed her inner thighs with his knuckles, his head lowering closer and closer.
At first he just inhaled deeply of her and exhaled over her once again. She tensed under him, holding still and more than likely she was fighting it. He did not mind so much, his need too great now to care if she fought him. She would cave in, she wanted this as much as he did. He had read it in her journal and seen it in her mannerisms many times.
Without warning he pushed his hands under her ass to cup each cheek and lifted her in his strong arms. Resting them on his spread elbows, her pussy now even with his mouth. Instead of diving in, he ran his nose up and down her slit lightly, no pressing inward just yet. She gave a jolting bark under her gag and bucked a little. He waited until she settled down before repeating the action, this time with his lips. She moaned as if in pain and her hands fisted, gripping the bars of the headboard.
She inhaled sharply, her pussy creaming for the feel of his tongue. She couldn't help but adulate in his hands, grinding a little more urgently against him. He parted his lips, his tongue moving down lower.
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Keywords: Keeps, A, Play...for,