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Barb and Adam

Part 1

Barb sighed with relief as she walked in the door. Another long day at the Post

office was finally done, and she was home. Her keys and purse fell onto a chair,

a dreamy smile crossing her lips as she anticipated the E-mail that was surely

awaiting her. He was so very good at writing them. Her hands traveled across her

hips a she savored the tightness of her pants and t-shirt, imagining it was his

hands that were touching her. Another sigh, this one of pleasure rather than

relief, escaped her lips.

A giggle escaped her as she began to make her hurried way to her room, hungry to

read the latest installment from his delightfully twisted mind. When she opened

the door to her room, she stepped through before she fully registered what she

saw before her. Barb gasped, staring at the man before her, who was holding a

very sharp sword to her throat. He smiled at her slowly.

"Close the door behind you Barb," he said, his voice deep and firm.

Gulping, she obeyed. It can't be him. She thought to herself as she studied the

man. No, she recognized that face from his pictures. It was him. He was wearing

tan slacks and a dark green long sleeved button down shirt, short cropped brown

hair, and incredibly deep brown eyes. Standing at about 6', he couldn't have

weighed more than 175, Thin, but with toned flesh filling him out slightly.

"Sit," he commanded, and she obeyed slowly, trembling slightly in a mixture of

fear and anticipation, with a touch of anger. It has to be him, who else would

do this to me? But how dare he with out warning me! She was doing her best to

work up her anger, trying no to let on to her arousal caused by her secret

desire.

"Adam, please, don't do this," she said softly, having a fair idea of what he

planned to do, because she'd encouraged him to want to take her like that.

His smile twitched wider at her words. "Now what did I tell you would happen if

we ever met, based on all the desires you whispered to me across the internet? I

told you that no word of yours would dissuade me because," Now the blade that he

had held to her throat dipped down, catching at the fabric of her shirt. "I know

how much you want to be taken by force."

Her shirt didn't conveniently tear from the neck down like in the movies, but

the tip of the sword caught the fabric between her breasts, where it resisted

and bunched against the edge momentarily before parting under that pressure.

She closed her eyes briefly, trying to not panic at the sound of her tearing

clothes, her imagination conjuring images of her flesh being cut just as easily.

"Please, no," came her hoarse plead. But he seemed to ignore her words, and the

tip of that damned sword pushed into her chest slowly but firmly, forcing her to

yield and be pushed down to lie out on the bed. He kneeled over her, and twisted

the blade to slide into and underneath the tear in her t-shirt. With a sharp

yank, he cut through the remaining fabric, and brought the sword back down in a

smooth arc that ended with the edge pressed tightly against her throat.

Her eyes opened slowly to watch him, her fears and fantasies mixing to come to

life before her. An involuntary flinch shuddered its way through her when he

slammed a dagger into the pillow on each side of her head. The one to her left

was a wickedly sharp curved blade like one would see in a knife collector's

magazine, and the one to her right was styled to fit renaissance clothing, with

a blade of bright stainless steel but dulled edges. The point however seemed

sharp enough.

Adam now ignored the daggers, smiling down at her before sliding a hand along

her exposed chest.

"You've made me wait a long time for this Barb. I decided it was time to claim

what I wanted."

His left hand explored its way under the scraps of her shirt, gently cupping her

right breast, fondling and massaging it before letting his finger and thumb find

her nipple. A gasp of pleasure escaped her, his touch some how both knowing and

experimental and she knew why. It matched with what he had already told her

before. So very hard to believe Adam had once been a quiet shy boy, and part of

her wondered how much of his change was due to her influence.

Barb whimpered as his free hand continued to explore her body's responses to

pleasure, taking time to get to know both of her breasts. Her sigh was of both

relief and disappointment when she could no longer feel his touch. That sound

quickly changed to one of surprise as his hand slid under her pants, forcing

it's way into the tight confines between the fabric and her flesh. She squirmed,

helpless beneath him for far more reasons than the sharp metal pressed to her

throat. Those long fingers probed along the ridges of flesh between her legs,

parting the tender lips of her pussy apart before sliding into her moist depths.

And she was so very wet, the true sign of her arousal, despite her initial

protests. Then his hand withdrew, bringing her silky sweet taste to his lips,

his tongue teasing her by caressing the sticky juice from his fingers.

"Now that was a taste I've been eager to take for far to long now. And I am

going to take so much more." His eyes swept over her body with lustful

covetousness.

While she struggled to think of something to say that would get him to stop, he

pulled out a small, sharp Kershaw pocketknife, snapping the folding blade open

with a practiced movement of his thumb.

"This is going to be fun Sweets," he whispered before deftly cutting away the

remnants of her shirt, then sawed through the front of her pants. Adam grinned

at her, and stabbed the sharp little blade into the pillow next to her head.

"Don't be getting any idea into your head now of what to do with that knife."

Remembered images flashed through her mind, images the had shared through

writing across the internet, of her using one of his many blades against him,

the blood welling from his skin as she leaned down to lick the wounds, teasing

him closer to climax. Her memories were interrupted by her pants being dragged

down her legs, sliding easily off with the front cut open. When Barb realized

that he was no longer holding a sword to her throat, she started to sit up. But

when his eyes met hers, she froze, unable to look away as he began to strip. Her

lips parted, watching him do what she had wanted to see for to long. Each button

came undone slowly, exposing more and more of his chest, covered with that layer

of soft dark hair that had been described before.

Lips parting unconsciously, she watched with a hypnotized look when he first

threw his shirt to the side, and then kicked off his shoes. Only his pants

remained, and her eyes dropped involuntarily to the conspicuous bulge contained

in the front of those slacks.

"Don't," she whispered futilely, knowing he would ignore her. The slacks slid

down his legs, allowing him to step free of them, his swollen cock swaying while

he walked towards her.

Her tongue darted out nervously to moisten her lips, eyes glancing up to meet

his. He hadn't lied about this either. He was incredibly huge, but he was

definitely in the upper range of average. More memories of stories and self

descriptions exchanged crowded at her mind, the one most prominent being a

flavor description, ascribing the taste of Cream of Mushroom soup to his cum. It

all seemed to unreal, like it couldn't be happening, that she shouldn't let it

happen.

"No, Adam, please stop, wait a moment," she said as she backed away, turning to

slide off the other side of the bed.

He lunged forward, catching her arm and yanking her backwards to sprawl across

her sheets face down. Even as she started to rise again, one knee came down

forcefully on her lower back, pinning her with a cruel force. Fear and pain sent

her heart racing as she struggled futilely underneath him. One of his hands

pressed against the back of her head, blinding her by burying her face into a

pillow while he leaned away for a moment.

When he released his grip on the back of her head, she didn't have time before

the first stinging lash of the Cat-o'nine-tails struck her shoulders. A muffled

cry escaped her lips, the sudden pain bringing tears to her eyes. Again and

again the nine-tailed small whip lashed out, drawing up painful welts,

immobilizing her with the shear level of the pain produced. The lashes went

across her body, with each lash lower than the last, slowly making his way down

her back. Her hips twitched up when that whip met her buttocks, the pale tender

flesh quivering under the blow. And with each stinging whip to her butt, her

hips rose higher, presenting herself to him, the intense pain drawing out the

deep masochism that she had confessed over her computer so many months ago. He

pained moan of tormented pleasure were muffled by her pillow, but Adam heard

them, the sweet sound driving him to whip her harder till blood ran freely down

her thighs.

The whip fell from his hand finally as he stood there panting, examining his

work. Leaning over he was able to see the juice dripping out of her pussy,

mingling with the blood that covered her thighs in rivulets of crimson. Gently

Adam reached out to caress the tenderized flesh, drawing out another pained

whisper of desire from her. Wordlessly, he kneeled behind her, deep brown eyes

hungry with his growing lust. So carefully he position himself behind her, the

head of his cock pressing lightly against the spread petals of her moist pussy.

He breath hastened, her heart beating fast in anticipation of what was to come.

She knew this was going to happen from the moment she saw him, and she wanted it

as badly as she had ever craved to be seduced by the arousing words he put onto

her computer.

And he waited, controlling himself to the point of pulling back when she tried

to push herself onto him. Waited, until she begged, looking over he shoulders

imploringly at him. "Please, Adam, please do it. Fuck me already."

His hand smacked across her fresh and bleeding wounds, drawing out a surprised

yelp from her.

"Please, who?" he asked, holding her gaze. She knew what words he wanted to here

from her, they had talked about such things so many times before. Now was the

time to live up to what she had said. Barb's head bowed, hiding her face behind

her hair.

"Please master, fuck me." The words were hardly out of her mouth before he was

thrusting his cock between her tight nether lips, penetrating her till his hips

slammed into her bleeding butt. Hand clenched tightly to her sheets, barb pushed

back against him, almost crying with the waves of mixed pleasure and pain she

had been craving for so long.

His shaft slid in and out of her, glistening with the moisture of her growing

pleasure, his breath loud and harsh, mingling with the sounds of her soft cries

of pleasure. Blood heated, seemed almost to boil beneath his skin as it pumped

through his veins. The primal rhythm of their bodies quickening in animal

passion, he took her with increasing force towards climax.

Her pussy lips squeezed tightly around his cock when he thrust one last time

into her, body shivering in orgasmic ecstasy as his hot cum exploded into her.

His hands clenched tightly around her hips, holding himself deep inside of her

warmth, letting waves of cum spill into her until his body finally relaxed.

Sliding his gleaming wet shaft our of her, he then bent down to place a wet kiss

on her bloody welts, tongue moving over each rounded buttock to lap at her

blood, probing softly at her still raw wounds. "You taste delicious Barb." He

murmured before dipping his head further down, turning his head to lick at the

edges of her pussy lips, and lick at the sticky fluids flowing from her body.

Over whelmed by her most secret fantasies being so deliberately and almost

cruelly brought to life around her, Barb didn't offer any resistance when Adam

turned her onto her back, laying her spread eagle, helpless before him. Now she

could see the gentle smile on his lips as he licked up her taste, in such

incredible contrast to the brutal, savage lust for her body that lay behind his

dark eyes.

It was then that he reached over to the table where he had laid out his various

toys, and picked up a Celtic ceremonial Dagger. Startled eyes opened wide, lips

parting as if to say something, but no word escaped her as the tip of that blade

approached her right breast. Once again, she knew what he was going to do to her

and didn't resist.

"I've been glad I bought this for you for a long time, and now I get to use it

on you. About time, don't you think?"

While he spoke, Adam's blade moved slowly towards the tip of her breast, briefly

toying with her already hardened nipple, before sliding to press against the

dark flesh just below it. The entire weight of the blade rested on just that

tip, enough to painfully indent her skin, but not quite enough to break it.

Until he started adding pressure to the dagger, pressing it harder against her

breasts till blood welled up around that sharp tip.

"Just as you always wanted," he whispered before pulling the dagger slowly free

of her flesh. His tongue licked the bloody tip of the metal before his head

dipped down to suckle on her nipple, draining her blood into his mouth at the

same time. She gasped softly, eyes glazing slowly from the fresh mixture of

pleasure and pain, her body surrendering to his ministrations once again.

This time her hands clenched his shoulders instead of her sheets, nails raking

across his skin, her legs spreading farther out as fresh moisture gathered along

her moist and waiting flesh. Relenting from the torment of her nipple, Adam

kissed a wet trail down across her belly, licking ands sucking her belly button

a moment before moving on to find her clit with his searching lips. Rolling over

it gently with his tongue, he then suckled on her clit, savoring the sounds of

her deepening pleasure. Her legs raised to wrap over his shoulders, crossing his

back to encourage him while her hands moved to massage her aching breasts,

reveling in the mixed pain and pleasure. Tenderly Adam lowered his lips, letting

them kiss across the entrance to her pussy before his tongue darted out to

caress the inner edges of those pink nether lips.

Probing carefully into those waiting folds of flesh, he tasted her fully,

feeling almost giddy with delight when her hips arched to greet the pressure of

his mouth. Eager to taste the full rush of her pleasure, he curled up the tip of

his tongue, exploring along the upper walls of her pussy until he felt her

shudder suddenly. Pushing against that area, his tongue glided back and forth

till he had narrowed down her G-spot, and began fluttering the tip of his across

it. She cried out, he hips bucking with growing lust moments before she came,

her hot pussy juice smearing across his lips and cheeks as he buried his face

deeper into her.

Suddenly, he pulled his head back, gasping for air. Then his eyes lowered to

meet hers, his gaze burning with lustful hunger. Adam began moving up her body

while her legs were still hanging over his shoulder. Barb gasped with the stress

pain of her leg muscles being forced to stretch. Soon, her ankles were resting

on his shoulders instead of her legs, with his face less than a foot away from

hers. The position tightened both her pussy and her sphincter, both of which

were already tightening with anticipation.

"Do it Adam," she breathed, encouraging him.

She'd only done it once before. A short cry forced its way through her lips as

his cock forced its way into her tight asshole. He grunted heavily when her

sphincter tightened in pain around his shaft, and pulled back to thrust himself

further into her.

With every thrust he violated her deeper, plunging the head of his cock far up

her as, each thrust painfully stretching her legs even more. And she encouraged

him, whispering sweet moans up to him while her hands clutched tightly at his

back, nails digging into his skin deeply enough to draw blood. She felt

something tear, knew she was probably bleeding now, but it didn't matter. She

wanted him to finish taking her, needed him to hurt her. The intense sensations

rolling through her body reached a climax quickly, her pussy over flowing with

her juices, which trailed down to coat his cock as it slid in and out of her

ass. And then he came, that hot essence of his manhood pulsing in waves to fill

her as he trembled, pushing and squirming to shove himself deeply into her

before his body once more began to relax.

"Thank you, thank you master," she whispered, watching him with half-closed

eyes, her body exhausted by the punishment that she had received, that he had

promised to inflict upon her. The punishment she had confessed to him so many

months ago that she craved. Her hands let go reluctantly when he pulled away

from her, then stood where she could see the blood dripping from his cock. A

shiver ran its way through her body, but she was to exhausted to move towards

him, to take that bloody cock in her mouth, and clean it off, like she knew he

wanted her too. So he moved to her, caressing her face before kneeling over her

head, lowering his half-erect manhood down to caress her lips. The faint taste

of blood seemed to revive her and those lips closed eagerly over his shaft,

sucking him deeper into her mouth. Her groaned with the almost painful

sensation, his cock still sensitive from its two recent ejaculations. But she

didn't relent, sucking harder, her lips and tongue gliding over his shaft,

cleaning it with a true slave's eagerness to please.

Soon he was panting, hands braced on bed and headboard to support himself, his

legs feeling dangerously weak. Gods, how he wanted to see his cum filling her

mouth, watch her eagerly swallow him down.

"That's it Babs, suck me dry. Make me come."

And she complied, her hands pulling on his hips to bring him closer, her eyes

staring up at his to watch his own close with growing pleasure. He started

trembling, gasping as an orgasm starting to build tormentingly slow. Her skilled

enthusiasm pushed his endurance, challenging him to come again for her and he

did, his hips thrusting down at her face as he orgasmed, fresh waves of Hot seed

spilling forth, this time to feed her hunger to the taste of him. Hot white,

slick semen filled her mouth before sliding over her tongue and down her throat.

Face twisted in an expression almost indistinguishable from pain, Adam slowly

drew back, letting her lick and tease the last drop out of his cock, the tip of

her tongue teasing the small hole before he moved out of range.

Tired, he sat back, and smiled down at her. "I'm afraid we've ruined your bed,

Love."

Barb merely nodded, not caring, luxuriating in the sweet aching of her body

while she watched him through half lidded eyes. He leaned down to brush a soft

kiss on those sweet lips, letting his tongue dance briefly with hers. Then he

was gone, with a whispered promise. "I'll be right back, Love."

She sighed, aching to feel his body cuddled next to her. Then she heard the

sound of a bath running, and she smiled.

Shortly afterwards, he re-entered her room, and leaned down to scoop her from

the bed, She moved gladly into his arms, holding to the back of his neck as he

carried her to the bathroom. It was quickly obvious he'd been busy here too, for

several fresh candles decorated the room, and unbeknownst to her, a single

dagger was hidden under a towel, it's gleaming, 9 inch long, double edged blade

was waiting for her. He lowered her slowly, so that she could help guide herself

into the warm, soapy water, with its layer of white bubbles coating it. Their

hand began exploring each other while cleaning themselves, this time with soft

gentle touches. Many minutes passed in sensuous discovery before he reached over

to let the water drain out, and filled the tub with fresh clean water. He picked

up her bottle of bubble bath; how long had he been here? And added a capful to

the water, to ensure a fresh layer of suds. Giggling, she nestled into him,

comforted by the warmth of his body.

The tub had been filled, and the water shut off, when she began to drift off to

sleep, so safe did she feel. A small shift in his body was hardly noticed by

her, but when her hair was grasped, yanking her head back to expose her throat

to the cold metal pressing up against it, she nearly panicked, her body arching

up in surprised reaction.

"Now you die," He hissed into her ear, and the blade was pulled painfully hard

across her throat, pushing her into a full panic, and orgasm, feeling certain he

was taking her life. Then she realized the dagger hurt so much because it was to

dull, never sharpened after he had bought it from the store. Such stainless

steel blades were made for show after all. The sharp scratch across one side of

her neck let her know the tip was sharpened though.

She sagged back down against him, letting lose a shuddering breath that was

almost a sob.

"You scared me Adam, I thought you were going to kill me." His voice was an

amused whisper in her ear, while that gleaming blade glided across the top of

her breasts, to then slip beneath the water to tease its sharp tip across her

belly.

"I know. I am somewhat sorry, but I had to see you panic, I wanted to see your

orgasm. I wouldn't have done that if you hadn't let me know that secret, amongst

others." And the dagger slid deeper in to the tub, guided by the touch of his

other hand to slide across her clit, then rest tip first against her pussy lips.

A moan of anticipation that was almost a whimper rose from her throat, knowing

well what he already envisioned. Her body had already been painfully abused, and

somehow that made the thought even more arousing.

Her hips raised up in invitation, helping the dull blade slip between her pussy

lips, thrusting into her canal like a sadistic dildo. And he began to fuck her

with that steel blade like it was a dildo, thrusting it in and out of her slowly

at first, then quicker. He started slamming the gleaming shaft harder into her

as she groaned with tormented pleasure, thrusting back against him, feeling the

blade's hard edges tear up her inner walls, till she came violently. The water

in the tub was now stained with fresh blood, and slicked with a coating of her

sweet juices. She slid off the dagger, lying against him, truly, bone-achingly

exhausted now. He held her close, dagger discarded over the side of the tub, and

whispered words of comfort into her ear. After many minutes, he finally guided

her out of the tub, and dried off her trembling body with a towel. Then he made

her stand for a minute, watching between her legs. When no trails of blood

appeared, he let the towels fall, and guided her to her living room, finally

letting her rest on the futon. She quickly fell asleep with a smile on her lips.

He watched her with his own smile for a long time, before he started cleaning

up. He was very tired too, but he'd had the advantage of napping during the day

while she worked, and hadn't had to get up so early. Then, knowing he needed to

feed her, he prepared a dish of sweetly spiced black beans and buttery rice. She

groaned in protest when he roused her, but woke up long enough to eat when she

saw the dish he'd prepared. Then, with a full stomach, she kissed him tenderly

and drifted back off to sleep. After cleaning up the dishes, he made a few

finally preparations, and sat down in a chair, dozing while he waited for her to

awaken again.

Late into the night she awoke, trying to figure out if she'd had a dream or if

it had all been real and when she spied him dozing off in the chair, she smiled

at him. Then her eyes drifted to the pile of bags near her front door, and a

gasp of dismay sprang forth. That sound woke him from his doze, and he smiled

down at her.

"Hello there sleepy head," he said softly to her when he saw her.

Barb raised stricken eyes to him, and asked. "Why are your bags packed? I

thought you wouldn't leave me! That's what you'd told me before!" She was nearly

crying now.

He shook his head softly. "You always assume the worse love. If you let me, I'll

teach you to truly trust me, to not fear that I'll wound your heart and soul."

Now his voice dropped lower. "But for me to stay and teach you, I need your

complete dedication." He pointed towards the floor, where a studded black

leather collar lay. "You will ask me to claim you completely, renouncing all

other ties in deference to mine, and I will stay with you forever. Place this

collar around your throat, speak the words of submission, and offer me your

leash. Do this, and I will be your master, dedicated to you alone."

Her tears had dried up by now, and she stared at him a long moment. She was

angry with him for making her worry so, but when he started to move as if to

leave, she hurriedly whispered. "No, please wait."

He stilled, watching her expressionlessly. A silent prayer went through her

mind, hoping that this cold mask was simply part of her training, what he had to

do in order to command her. And she scrambled to the floor, crossing it on hands

and knees to quickly grab the collar and clasp it around her throat. If she was

wrong. Tears almost fell at that thought, and she thrust them aside. He had to

be all she dreamed of him being. He had to be.

Soft words fell from her lips as she kneeled submissively in front of him, that

simple chair some how become like a throne. Her hands raised the leash towards

him, eyes looking at him pleading.

"Master Adama," she said, using the special nickname of the Hebrew version of

his name. "Please, take me, claim me, use me for your pleasure and amusement, so

long as I am always yours."

Slowly, he reached down to take that leash from her, then simply stared into her

eyes a long time. Then he started reeling her into him, pulling her up until she

fell into his lap, to find his arms wrapping around her in a fierce hung, lips

locking with hers passionately. Precious, dear words he murmured to her.

"Yes Babs, I claim you, for I love you with all my heart. I will be your sole

and only master, and claim no other, for you are the one who makes me complete.

You are mine Barbara, and I am yours, forever."

Part 2

God, but her elbow was hurting again. Barb sighed as she made her way up the

path to her house. She hated her job at the post office, but it paid the bills.

Hopefully, Adam's writing would pay off soon. A smile crossed her lips as she

thought about him. Maybe he should focus more of his time on writing his novel,

but it was hard to object to the activities he pursued so strenuously. With that

thought filling her mind, she opened the door to her house, only to gape as she

viewed Adam standing there in kilt, with naught else on but sheepskin boots.

Before she could recover from her surprise, he had closed the few feet between

them to pull her into an embrace, and she melted at the hungry touch of his lips

on hers.

"Mmm, about time you got home. I've been waiting for you, and you know how I get

when I'm impatient." Barb purred at that, snuggling against him, and let her

hand drift down to caress the bulge of his cock through that kilt of his, that

she so dearly loved. Yes, he was definitely wearing it traditional style.

"You going to punish me for making you impatient Master?" she whispered softly,

nibbling lightly on his shoulder, and starting to slide down his body, eyes

glancing down hungrily as her hand tightened on his cock. But he stopped her,

pulling her close to keep her on her feet, smiling darkly down at her.

"Nothing I wasn't planning on doing anyway my Love. Now come with me."

Adam stepped back, then picked up her collar and leash from the hook on the

wall, and snapped it lovingly in place. Kissing her lightly once more, he then

led her down the hallway to their bedroom. With first a small wink for her, he

opened the door with a dramatic flourish. The smell of incense and scented

candles filled her nose, while her eyes swept over the room lit only by candles.

Her eyes flitted over the room, quickly picking up on the white silken strips of

cloth hanging from each corner of the bed, and the black strip on the

nightstand, most likely to be a blindfold. Also near the bed was a bowl filled

with fresh ice, and a large bowl with their favorite candy, white chocolate. She

narrowed her eyes, looking up at him speculatively, but he merely smiled, and

placed a finger on her lips to silence her before leading her near the bed.

"Strip for me darling, make me hunger for the heat of your flesh, taunt me with

the beauty of your body."

Only a moment's hesitation betrayed her surprise at his order, then she obeyed,

a smile crossing her lips. With eyes closed she began to sway softly, letting

her hair fall freely about her shoulders. Turning around slowly, her fingers

danced across the bottom edge of her shirt, rolling it up, teasingly exposing

only an inch of skin at a time, till the rolled up bottom of her shirt exposed

only the lower curves of her breasts. Grasping her shirt lightly, Barbara drew

it over her head hem-first, baring her breasts from the bottom up, and leaving

her head briefly covered. She paused in this pose, half expecting him to take

advantage of the vulnerable position, arms raised up and so easily tangled in

her shirt. But he did nothing, merely watching with eyes whose heat she imagined

she could feel on her skin. A final tug, and the shirt drifted to the floor.

Now she could see him again, settling down in a chair to watch her dance.

Delicately her hands traveled over her breasts, stroking her own skin, flaunting

her near nakedness to him. Adam merely smiled, and gave her a wink before

motioning her to continue, though the bulge beneath his kilt gave the lie to his

casual attitude. Those delicate hands of hers slipped beneath the top of her

pants, caressing her clit as she boldly held his gaze. Slowly, tauntingly, those

pants began to slide down, quickly making it obvious that she'd worn no panties.

Before he could catch more than a glimpse of soft hair, she spun around, and

leaned over, exposing her butt to him while continuing to strip of those pants.

Each tug on her pants exposed more leg until she stood up finally, and simply

kicked them the rest of the way off. Turning, Barb placed both hands on her

hips, legs spreading to let her thrust her bare pussy lips towards him, letting

him see the eager pink moistness that awaited him. But he merely gave her a smug

smirk, and gestured towards the bed. "Very good pet, but it's time for you to

lie down. And then, well, interesting things shall happen."

She started to move slowly towards the bed, eyeing him speculatively, wondering

what mischief he had in mind. But a solid smack on her ass sent her jumping onto

the bed with a surprised yelp. Barb sat there rubbing the already reddening spot

while she glared at him.

"Hey, that hurt!"

He merely grinned, and stepped up to the bed, looming over her while he grabbed

her wrists, and forced them over her head.

"I know love. And I know how much you are going to love every moment of this."

he said quietly.

She gave a token struggle, wriggling beneath him. A smirk of her own lay on her

lips, for she could feel how his cock responded to her flesh sliding against the

kilt, making the fabric rub against that sensitive member.

She whispered into his ear, "Why don't you just rape me and get it over with? I

know how much you want to Adama."

She got a sudden bite to her neck for her trouble. "Not yet my wanton little

wench, that's for later. I want to 'torture' you a bit first."

He slid down her body slowly, leaving lingering kisses on her lips, on her neck,

collar bone, between her breasts, on the upper swell of each her breasts, then

finally savoring her nipples before kissing her belly, a teasing kiss for her

clit, and making a trail of wet kisses down her legs. She was so very relaxed

now, stretched on the bed as she awaited what ever dark desires he had planned

out.

Gently he tied her ankles to the other end of the bed, making sure she couldn't

possibly close her legs to protect herself. Barb watched him curiously,

wondering what he was planning that he'd think that it might be necessary. The

thought alone was enough to make her squirm with anticipation, a delicious heat

burning low in her belly. Adam spotted a glimpse of the moisture forming between

her pussy lips, and couldn't resist leaning in for a taste of her sweetness.

A Groan of pure pleasure purred out of her throat, and she arched her hips up

towards him, begging him to continue. But he didn't, backing away with a smile

as he licked his lips.

"You have to wait a while longer. Mmm, but you are the horny slut today, aren't

you?" he whispered, sitting down on the bed next to her, leaning over her face.

"Yes Master," she whispered back, her voice husky with desire. He smiled, and

kissed her soft lips, letting her taste the sweetness of her own cum. Then he

reached over to the blindfold he'd placed on the nightstand, and carefully laid

it over her eyes. Obedient to his desires and touch, she lifted her head for him

so that he could tie it tight behind her. Then she lay back, body tense with

anticipation. A soft clinking sound, then a moment later, the feel of cool lips

pressing against her neck, an ice cube trapped between them. Shivering from the

sudden cold, she was helpless beneath him, and he took full advantage of it. The

ice cube didn't stay on her neck very long, but made a cold trail down to her

nipple. A gasp escaped her when the frozen water came to rest on her hardening

nipple, and stayed their, freezing her flesh for what seemed an eternity before

moving on to her other nipple, and staying their till it melted. But even that

wasn't enough for his sadistic pleasure.

That faint clink from the bowl of ice came again, only this time the ice-cool

lips kissed her belly first, and began to cold, wet rail down to her clit. She

whimpered, unable to help it, and began to squirm while she shivered. But he'd

tied her well, and she couldn't escape the numbing cold. Finally, he relented,

but still she could feel the cold that had penetrated her flesh. Now it was his

fingers that guided the ice cube, making sure that her nipples were kept cold

before returning it to her clit. She sighed softly when the ice cube was

removed, and she heard it dropped back into the bowl. Then, she heard nothing

but silence, followed by the soft scrape of something metal against wood. A

brief pause, then searing molten heat scalded her right nipple, tearing a scream

out of her. It took a moment for her to realize that it was merely candle wax,

its heat made to seem more extreme by the chill in her flesh. Before she could

react, or say anything, another splash of molted heat covered her left nipple,

leaving her gasping for breath from the power of the sensation.

Then she remembered where else he'd been so sure to chill with ice, and vainly

tried to squeeze her legs shut. "Oh god, no, Adam, you can't? " Barb's words

broke of in a choked scream while molten wax streamed over her near-frozen clit.

The burning pain made her cum instantly, straining against the silken bonds

while her hips arched up. Then she fell back, panting, trying to recover her

wits, but it didn't matter. He was pouring more wax already, coating the inside

of her thighs, and all around the edge of her pussy.

Adam watched her writhe helplessly on the bed, smiling silently to himself. Then

he removed the blind fold, and whispered, "Did you like it?"

She nodded to him, her eyes moist with tears from the shocking pain of heat

applied so closely after cold. "Then beg for me to hurt you, beg for it like the

little bitch you are."

"Please, please Master, hurt me. Please, make me bleed, drink my blood. Oh god,

please master. More!" she pleaded, trying desperately to offer herself

submissively, restrained by her bindings. The smile on his face spread to a

sadistic grin.

"Just remember, you begged for it."

Moving quickly, he ripped of the now solid wax covering each of her nipples. A

surprised yelp poured out of her at the rough treatment, leaving her nipples

sore from the repeated abuse. Then she saw where his hands were wandering, and

the full implications hit her.

"Oh shit!" she managed to whisper before he placed one finger on the wax over he

clit, and used his other hand to rip up one side of the wax he'd poured along

the side of her pussy lips, tearing up the hairs there too. She couldn't

breathe, let alone scream. And then he did it again, more sharp pain ripping

through her. She collapsed, head on her pillow as she stared up at the ceiling,

unable to bear watching what was about to happen.

And he teased her with it, tugging lightly on the small piece of remaining wax

over her clit, knowing how well she could feel every tiny movement. Then he tore

it off finally, pulling forth another sharp cry from her lips, and pushing her

into another climax. "Oh God, Adam, that was..." she trailed of, breathing

heavily, overwhelmed by the raw sensitivity of her body. A sensitivity he was

about to take full advantage of.

But first, he unbound her legs, and left her arms still trapped above her head.

She watched through half lidded eyes as he slid up her body, hands caressing her

skin while his eyes stayed locked on her. He paused briefly to kiss first her

clit, then her nipples, and finally her lips, holding his body above her, his

cock brushing across her pussy lips and sore clit. "Are you a little slut-girl?"

he asked her, teasingly.

"Yes I am Master," she whispered back breathlessly.

"Whose little bitch are you then?"

"I am your bitch master."

"And have you been a good girl, my lusty wench?"

"Yes Master."

"Then I should reward you for being so good. What do you want for your reward?"

She stared at him with hungry eyes before replying, "I want you to ravish me."

And that ever-present smile broadened once more. "Your wish is my command," he

teased her, and moved himself slowly into position before pushing his cock

forcefully into her pussy. She moaned in bliss when she felt him enter her, and

her lips slid up his to tighten around his hips, urging him deeper, rocking with

him in passions rhythm. Their hearts pounded, thrusts quickening in rising

carnal passion, pure heat boiling in their blood.

"Yes," she whispered to him, and his head lowered, his breathe rough with low

groans of ecstasy. Lips and teeth nibbled her ear while he rode her, and his

hand sought out her breast. He began thrusting harder and deeper, grinding his

hip against her clit while he used a finger nail to scrape across her

over-sensitized nipple. A sharp cry sprang out from her lips as she felt her

self climbing over the peak of climax with him, slick pussy walls tightening

around his throbbing cock, drawing him with her into orgasmic ecstasy. His hot

seed exploded into her, filling her with his essence while the cried out, and

pressed against each other desperately.

After a moment of eternal pleasure, their bodies slowly relaxed, and he smiled

down at her. "I love you Babs," he whispered, and she smiled, leaning her head

up to kiss him tenderly.

"And I love you Adama," she whispered back. Not wanting to move an inch from

her, he shifted his weight carefully to undo her bindings. Then they clung to

each other, curled up in the afterglow of their lust. After a long time, forced

himself to rise from the bed, and picked her up to carry her to the bathroom.

She couldn't help but giggle, for he'd made sure to draw a very hot bath

earlier, which was now just nicely warm.

They slipped in together, washing each other playfully before eventually

climbing out and drying off.

"What's for dinner?" she asked him was they walked towards the kitchen naked.

There were some definite advantages to having a master who liked to cook she

mused.