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Sun Showers

By RopeBinder and Angie

Part I...By Angie

It was such a beautiful Monday that she took the day off and worked in hertiny yard. Yard work finished, she thought about a show but decided to washher car, as long as the sun was out. The recent rains had kept her from washingit all month. Dressed in cut-at-the-thigh cutoffs and a tiny, cropped T-shirtshe scrubbed away not noticing the man who had pulled his car up across thestreet.

He sat in his car and watched the small blonde girl and was sure she wasthe one. When she stooped low to scrub her car, her shirt rode up her torso,and he could see her round firm breasts and the smooth skin of her back andsides. When she finished, she unplugged the hose and walked to the rear ofthe house. He got out of his car and followed. When he arrived in the backyard,she was gone. He saw the screen door to the back of the house and entered quietly.She saw him standing confidently in the hallway. She stared at him for a longtime. He looked towards the bedroom, and she slowly walked to it, never takingher eyes from his.

She stood facing him, against the wall. He gently took her wrists and heldthem over her head. He then pulled the crop-top up and off of her and threwit behind him on the floor. She reached up with both hands and held onto thecleats embedded into the wall. He unzipped her jeans as far as they would unzip.He grabbed two handfuls of her soft belly and sides and squeezed until herflesh oozed from his fingers and tore on his fingernails. Over and over andover again he took handfuls of her anywhere her skin was loose enough to pinch.She shook, and her eyes filled with tears, but her gaze never left his. Attimes, her feet left the ground, as he held her by her soft underbelly in hisstrong fingertips. His hands became slippery, as the marks he was causing beganto run with the oils that her skin was leaking. Pinching both nipples withfour fingers and a thumb, he lifted and pulled away at her nipples with suchforce that his hands shook from the effort. She moaned, as tears rolled downher face, but did not kick or turn loose of the cleats. He let her go onlyto pinch her just below her armpits with all his strength. This time she wailedloudly, and each time she ran out of air he jerked his pincers again. Finally,she let go of the cleats, and he let her fall in a heap on the floor of herroom. He turned and walked away.

"Jeffrey," he heard her say, as he left her back porch.

They had finally met.

Part II...By Angie

He got halfway to his car and noticed the bum throwing a shopper throwawaypaper on her wet driveway. Bending and picking up the paper, he turned againtowards the backyard and went back into the small house. He found her wherehe had left her, curled in a ball on the floor of her room, still snifflingand whimpering. He grabbed her by her short blonde hair and pulled her to herfeet. She looked at him through teary eyes and sniffed her nose once. He draggedher to a wooden chair, sat down and draped her on her back over his lap. Herchest was a messy field of finger marks. He took the newspaper from his backpocket and slipped off the rubberband throwing the paper aside. Taking therubber band in one hand and stretching it between his thumb and forefingerhe pulled the length back with his other hand, like an archer's bow, and snappedit on her nipple. The force of the tiny impact made her scream through hertears and her legs and stomach muscles tensed with the intensely directed pain.Her nipple turned an even deeper red. He found another, less abused, spot onthe aureole and snapped the band again. Then he worked the other nipple. Eventually,the force of the snapping lost its impact on her tortured tits. He looked downat her tender tummy and snapped her several times on her soft underbelly belowher navel. Despite her pleas for him to stop, he continued snapping unmarkedspots of her most subtle flesh until the rubberband finally broke.

He could smell her now. Her breathing was shallow and quick. Her tiny denimcut-offs were barely covering her, when he pulled them completely off. Next,he turned her naked body over his knee and spanked her as hard as he couldwith his bare hand. Forty or fifty times his hand came down on her crimsoncheeks. When he could no longer lift his hand, he turned her around and beganto spank her again using the other hand. Holding her tightly by the hair withhis tired right hand, he redoubled his efforts with his fresh left hand. Eventually,his hand was as warm as her bottom. She had stopped jerking so much with eachstroke. He could smell her stronger now. When he could raise his arm no more,he stood. She tumbled, naked, onto the hard wood floor. Her body was in a stateof near exhaustion as she lie there too weak to move. He stood and went tothe kitchen and filled a large bowl with ice and returned. He laid the bowlon the bed, sat next to it and let the cool ice comfort his aching hands ashe watched her lie there and breathe, whimper, sniff and moan. There was noair in this back room, and the unseasonably warm day made it stifling. He tooka piece of ice and sucked on it. After forty minutes or so, the warmth of hishands turned the bowl of ice into ice water.

She finally found enough strength to raise her head, but she didn't see himon the bed. Slowly she pushed herself to her hands and knees. She was sweatingfrom head to toe, and the welts on her chest and tummy felt like clamps stillattached. She could feel the swelling in both cheeks of her butt, as she rockedback and forth on her hands and knees. Feeling enough strength to stand, shewas shocked at the sudden splash of ice water across her back and head. Thecold water on her hot sweaty skin forced her to scream, as her breath lefther...like she'd been slugged in the stomach. She fell like a ton of bricks,not fully comprehending what had hit her.

He walked to her and pulled her, by her hair, to her feet. Taking her backto the wall, he raised her arms again to the cleat. This time, he tied herwrists with a leather strap. He stepped back and spoke the first words betweenthem all afternoon. "And now we begin," he told her. She saw himthrough blurry eyes. Her body shook. She was ready.

Part III...By RopeBinder

He left the room for a moment and returned with a small, straight-backedwooden chair from the kitchen. He placed it several paces in front of her andslung his leg over the seat. He folded his arms on the back of the seat, ashe faced her. He seemed contemplating and sprung out of the seat before heeven had time to get comfortable. He'd forgotten something...unlike him.

He left the room, and she heard drawers and cabinets throughout the houseopening and closing. Ten minutes later, he appeared with hands full of hardware,nails, rope, hooks, eyebolts and a hammer. Dropping to his knees, beneath her,he tapped the wall at her feet. He could smell her. Her sex was running downher inner thighs. He sensed her cautiously parting her legs. Perhaps she didneed him, but not now...much to do. Tap...tap...tap until he found the studsin the wall. Then the loud pounding of nails echoed in her head. Why did herhead hurt? Why was she so exhausted?

Two nails, each one pace outside her feet, and he was done. With two strandsof nylon cord, he tightly wrapped her ankles, around and around, then stretchedthem to the nail posts. Her weight was fully on her shoulders and wrists now.Her feet dangled precariously inches from the floor. Now he could relax a bit.Again, he climbed over the chair, sitting backwards and watched her fidget.

She needed this time, alone but not alone, tied helplessly, exposed and aching.Both of them needed to think. Although spontaneous, they'd put much thoughtinto this day.

An hour later, he rose from the chair and approached her. He had stared ather the entire time, his mind sometimes on her, sometimes elsewhere. She wasbeautiful, especially now. Tears streaked her cheeks, moisture filled her nostrils,whimpers escaped her lips. He dabbed her face with his handkerchief, and shepressed her cheek into the back of his hand. He kissed her on both cheeks,then briefly on her lips. She'd been crying for so long that her face and lipswere on fire. His hands traced a line from her cheekbones to her neck and acrossher shoulders. Rounding her shoulders, he tightened his grip on the tenderflesh of her armpits. She flinched, then grimaced, as he pressed his fingerstogether tightly, moving from one spot to the next, but always on her sensitiveunderarms. After some time, his vise grip turned to brushing with his fingernails.Then he traveled further to her nipples and started over. This time, the pinchingwas followed by pulling and twisting. In his excitement, he found himself bitingher cheeks and neck. She tried to kiss him, but he pushed her away with hischin and bit harder into her neck. Her nipples were turning purple and white.He'd been torturing them for almost twenty minutes. She was ready for the nippleclamps.

Normally, he was very careful with the tweezer-style clamps. When tightenedfully, they can pierce the skin. But, she was special. He grabbed one nipple,then the other and placed the pincers around her knotted tips. He slid therings farther and farther toward her nipples until the clamps were firmly attached.Then, he slid them another eighth of an inch, for good measure. She bit herlower lip, but remained silent. He left the room once more, this time for hiscar.

He returned carrying a small gym bag. He pulled out a much smaller bag, fullof alligator clips, miniature clothespins and paper binders. He dumped theclips onto the floor at her feet and grabbed a handful before rising to hisfeet. He looked deeply into her eyes. Her body glistened with sweat. He brushedher hair from her eyes and traced his hand down her face to her belly. Then,one by one, he fastened the clips. He started with her tender underarms andcontinued down her sides and across her belly. Then, he worked back to herbreasts and covered them fully with a dozen clips. Finally, he decorated theinsides of her thighs, from her knees to her crotch with a litter of the tiny-teethedmonsters. He decorated her like a tree. She shook in pain, but the pain soondulled. They both knew the true pain would come later. He sat down on the bedand searched his bag, taking inventory. He pulled out the crop and climbedonto the wooden chair again.

This time he stared more curiously, just long enough to let the clamps dotheir work. After a time, they would choke off enough blood, from dozens ofpoints on her body, that their removal would mimic tiny piercings. Her whimpersand gyrations fascinated him. Her outer shell was a proud, almost disinterestedcaptive, as if her suffering were familiar to her, but her body said otherwise.Glistening, contorted skin and a heaving chest made her look wanton...on fire.Each time he touched her, her skin burned his fingers. Further down, the betrayalof moisture trickling down her inner thighs, with droplets on the floor beneathher, said she was nothing without sex. Her body pulsed in unison with her throbbingclitoris, as she hung from the cleat. She was desperate for human touch, anytouch, whether it be the bite of a clamp, the sting of a whip or the frictionof his cock impaling her.

He rose, moving the chair aside. He traced the insides of her legs, fromankle to crotch, with the flimsy leather at the crop's tip. Each time he stokedher sex, the leather gathered more of her wetness. Ultimately, the crop shined,and he drew it to within an inch of his nose, inhaling her. The mix of leatherand moisture made him dizzy. He dropped the crop to the floor and moved closer.Their eyes were inches apart, their bodies fractions. She gathered her strengthand gazed at him. He returned her stare with one not of comfort, but of understanding,and he reached behind her tiny waist and pulled her to him. He reeled her inthe few inches that her bonds allowed and clenched her tightly. She bit herlower lip, as the clamps and clips bent and twisted between them. He manipulatedthe clips with his torso, pulling her closer and swaying gingerly from sideto side. The friction gave the clamps new life. She moaned, but neither heardit. Then he kissed her, as he had wanted to from the moment he saw her.

He couldn't remember the last time he desired like he did now. Their kisslasted forever. With each gyration of their bodies, new flames sparked beneaththe clamps. Had she not been tied, she would have dropped in a heap on thefloor when he backed away. Had he not concentrated on balance, he might havedone the same. Instead, he bent down and picked up the crop and, with a rapidlyflicking wrist, tested each of the clamps with the crop. The blows came harderand harder until, one by one, he whipped the clamps from her body. With eachclamp that flew from her tortured flesh, there was a new flow of blood thatburned beneath her skin. Several times he stopped to stroke her with his fingertips.It was amazing how hard and crisp he could swing the crop to knock off theclamps without touching her skin.

Finally, the majority of her torso was visible. A half dozen clamps remained,one on each nipple and several more on the tender folds between her legs. Smallblotches of redness decorated her skin. He wanted to caress her sides and stomach,but there wasn't time for that right now. Her journey was far from over. Herhead sagged against her weary shoulders. Her arms and sides burned from hanging.It had been over two hours now. He turned his attention to her nipples.

He removed the first clamp with his fingers. She jerked her head backwardand hissed, sucking in as much air as possible. He covered her burning nipplewith his mouth and sucked fervently. He rolled his tongue around the tip andbathed the front part of her breast with his mouth. Her nipple was so hot thatit seemed to explode onto his tongue. He grabbed it between his teeth and suckedit further into his mouth before clamping down tightly. His tongue danced lightlyalong the front of her nipple as he chewed it harder and harder. He could havebitten it off, but her cries told him it was time to move on. He reluctantlyreleased his grip and focused on her left nipple. He removed this clamp withhis teeth. Although pain seared though her nerve endings, she greatly anticipatedhis tongue swabbing her swollen bud. She thrashed in anger as he stood backjust watching her in her disappointment. Instead, he grabbed both her nipplesbetween his fingers and pressed. He pulled her to him and spoke for the firsttime in over two hours, "You're doing very well. Shall we raise the ante?"

Part IV...By RopeBinder

Her nipples were a mixture of red-hot and ice cold. Visually, they were anabstraction of pink, red, purple and white. He twisted them forcefully andplayfully between his strong, lean fingers. Then, he cupped her breasts andleaned down to tantalize them with his lips, teeth and tongue. She strainedwildly, bucking against the wall, propelling her midsection towards his touch.Sliding his hands behind her back, he begin a slow decent with his mouth, tracinga line from her chest to her stomach, with his hands exploring her back. Hermuscles tensed and pulsed, pushing gasps of air from her lungs. She was tooexciting. He was loosing his composure. He had to slow down. Breathe...breathe...

He lingered near her belly button. Such a fascinating part of the anatomy,he thought, one of the only bits of flesh impossible to get one's teeth around.He tried anyway, making a game of it. His cock was rigid, pressing againsthis jeans. Her pussy intoxicated the room. Tiny blond curls matted againsther vulva, slick from hours of secretion. Her pussy lips pulsed between theclips that trapped them. Most violently, her blood engorged clit fought toexpand the cruel metal teeth clamping it. With one last dart of his tongueinto her belly button, he headed south, straight between her legs, then detouredto her left knee.

For the next few minutes, he cleaned her legs, which were covered with bodyoil and sweat. He lapped caringly. He'd not imagined this sweetness. He didn'tknow what to expect. He cleaned her thoroughly, from knee to crotch and tooka deep breath before he touched her sex for the first time. His tongue dodgedfrom clip to clip, then flicked each one in succession. She hissed again, buthe ignored her. He removed the clips from back to front with his teeth. Onlythe clamp on her clit remained. He addressed her bare lips more vigorously,lapping, sucking and nibbling. She tensed her thighs, squeezing out a steadyflow of liquid. He took the tensing as a signal and stopped. She grunted herfirst recognizable cry, "No...pleeease!!!" He waited, before startingagain. Each time she tensed, he stopped. Each time he brought her closer tothe edge. Soon, her pleading turned to a steady moan. She slumped wearily,hanging from the cleat. Her shoulders burned and her body throbbed in pain,but, more than anything else, she wanted to cum…desperately.

He rose to his feet. The sexual tension was killing him. She looked so distraught.She sobbed silently. This time, he saw something very different in her eyesthat he had not seen before. Perplexing, interesting, she had changed in someway. Pulling his T-shirt from his belted waist, he pulled it over his headand removed it. He kissed her again, longer and more passionately than before.Body heat melded their chests and stomachs together. There was no tentativenessbetween their tongues. He wanted to help her cum.

He dropped to his knees and released her ankles. With her legs straight down,she barely reached the floor. He relieved her burden by picking up both legsand resting them on his shoulders. His attention was captivated by the clipextending from her clit. He toyed with it, flicking his tongue over it andgrabbing it with his lips. He slid it between his lips and let it recoil fromhis grip by pulling his head backward. Finally, he removed the clip with histeeth and spit it on the floor. She recoiled violently, her head and buttocksbanging against the wall. Pain shot through her most tender nerve endings.He chased her, wrapping his lips and teeth around her painfully swollen clit.He licked and sucked until she began kicking her legs, then he sucked harder.She exploded into his mouth and against his dancing tongue. He hung on, despiteher bucking. She thought she couldn't take anymore. The whole area felt toosensitive now, but she couldn't escape. The friction on her raw insides madeher ravenous. The scene made him delirious. She came again.

He dropped her, letting her hang against the wall. He feet should have touchedground, but they didn't. She tried to curl herself into a ball, but in hishaste to lower his pants he didn't notice. Kicking the denim from his ankles,he grabbed the backs of her thighs and pulled them up, spreading her legs.Piercing her with a quick stroke, they collaborated a rhythm and bucked slowly,savoring the moment. He had never felt anything so good as he felt at thatmoment. She was so exhausted that had her pussy not been on fire she couldhave fallen asleep. Her sexual embers would not extinguish. She clenched hisswollen cock with each stroke, trying to suck life from it. Although animalistic,their lovemaking was steady and deliberate. The tightening in his balls camesuddenly, and then he splashed inside her with a groan.

He stood, leaning against her, with his limp cock inside her, before gatheringenough strength to move. Then, he pressed his body against hers and untiedthe leather strip that had melded with the skin on her wrists. He held herup with his weight against hers and massaged her tender wrists. Then, he swepther legs and shoulders into a threshold carry and carried her to bed. He layher on top of the comforter and crawled next to her. He pulled her closely,trying to touch her with each and every part of his body and closed his eyes.

Part V...By Angie

They lay on her bed for nearly an hour. He stroked her as she slept, nearexhaustion. He quietly slipped from the bed and gathered the tools he had beenusing and put them back into their respective bags. Leaving three lengths ofrope, he went to her sleeping form and rolled her onto her belly. Tying eachankle, with separate pieces of rope, he secured the other ends to the bottomlegs of the bed. Coaxing her off her belly to a kneeling position, he tookthe third length of rope and tied her wrists behind her back. She began toregain consciousness and moaned in resistance. Spreading her knees as far ashe could, he pulled the rope binding her wrists, from behind her back, throughher legs, pulling her bound wrists down towards her buttocks. Her shouldersslumped backwards, as her arms were pulled down toward the mattress. He stoodin front of her with both hands pulling the rope connected to her wrists fartherand farther though her legs. Her torso responded to the strain of her armsbeing pulled down through the back of her open thighs by leaning backward ontothe bed. He aided her motion by raising one foot and pressing it into her chest,effectively pressing her back down on top of her arms and the white comforter.She was now on her back laying on top of her folded knees, her legs forcedopen, completely exposed, her hands beneath her, her body drawn tight, totallybound, submission complete.

He ran his fingertips over her bruised sides, ribcage, waist, belly, opencunt, ears, throat, breasts and tender, tortured nipples. She began to respondby taking deep measured breaths. He opened a drawer beside her bed and founda black scarf. Under the scarf he found a long, thin, battery operated clitoralvibrator. He took both from the drawer. He tied the scarf around her head andmade a thin tight gag. Next he jammed a small wooden spool of sewing thread,he'd found on top of the nightstand, into her mouth, propping it open. Turningon the small vibrator, he used it on all the erogenous spots of her exposedbody. Even her tiny, boyish, tortured nipples responded as they stiffened somuch their tips turned milky white. He bent and flicked each nipple tenderlywith his tongue. Moving upward he gently kissed her throat. Working downward,he lingered just under her navel and finally stuck his tongue to the bottomof her belly button. The tiny crater was stretched to an oval. With all theabuse she had taken that day, his tongue still tickled her. His tongue flickedand licked at her belly button, and she jerked and what sounded like a distortedgiggle came out of her gagged, but propped open, mouth. His attention returnedto the clitoral stimulator, and he expertly applied it to her, once again,moistening cunt. Each breath she took exhaled in a louder and louder moan thanksto the wooden spool in her mouth. Bound as she was, he could see her hips risingand grinding slightly, trying to hasten her next orgasm, giving him plentyof clues as to when she would explode. He abruptly stopped all stimulationleaving her growling in frustration.

He left the bed, momentarily, and got something out of one of the cloth bags.When he returned to the bed, he massaged her belly button with both hands.Using his two middle fingers, he pushed the little hole of her navel open andclosed and carefully inspected it from all angles. Finally, with his thumband forefinger, he stretched open the cavity of the girl's navel as wide ashe could. The tender skin at the bottom of her navel rose, as the skin grewtaut. With surgical precision, he attached a steel needle-nosed hemostat tothe knotted nerve endings of her belly. As the pincers closed, the pain wentthrough her belly to her spine. The pain seemed to come from everywhere. Shewas barely aware that the deafening sound in her ears was her own scream. Hecarefully moved the scissors end of the hemostat back and forth, round andround like a joystick directing the total pain in her body like he was playinga diabolical computer game. With his other hand, he went back to work withthe clitoral stimulator. He worked both hands carefully until he could hearthe effects of each in her wails, screams and moans. He was playing her now.He had absolute control over her, physically, mentally and sexually. How longcould he make her last? How long could he listen to her scream? How long wouldhe?

Part VI...By RopeBinder

Tired of amusing himself with her bellybutton, he unclasped the hemostatand tossed it to the floor. She was too far gone to notice its absence. Herchest heaved up and down as if each breath were her last. She gyrated her sweatytorso back and forth, blindly searching for the buzzing vibrator. She wantedto cum. She needed to cum. Her thoughts were too blurred to comprehend herhelplessness at that moment.

His voice brought her a moment of reality. With a steady tone, he asked, "Angie,would you like to cum now?" She shook her head vigorously, gurgling thoughthe makeshift gag. He continued, "You realize, there will be a cost." Itwas not a question. It was a confirmation of their agreement, he dominant,she submissive. She hesitated. A tear swept along the corner of her eye, andshe shook her head again.

He tossed the vibrator to the floor, not bothering to extinguish the buzzing,and placed his head between her bound, spread and contorted legs. He startedslowly licking only the outsides of her silky lips. Her matted, blonde pubichair framed her slick opening with an aroma of sex that filled the room. Helicked carefully, first outside, then inside, with unpredictable stokes. Longcurls of his tongue contrasted short jabs. Intermittently, he grabbed her engorgedclit between his lips and flicked it gently with his tongue. She pressed forward,despite her discomfort. Her bent legs seared with a tired ache, but she didn'tcare. She was closing in on an explosive orgasm. She couldn't tell if her heartbeathad stopped or was racing. Her panting drowned out all other sound. All shecould feel was his tongue on her clit. She was dizzy, and he was drowning.

Then he stopped.

She moaned as loud and she had all day. This was torture. He had agreed itwas time for her to cum! "This won't do," he muttered. "Yourhair is in the way," he continued, pulling several wet blond curls fromhis tongue, then several from her cunt merely to surprise her. "Hold on," hesaid and hopped off the bed, staggering to the bathroom. He returned with scissors,a razor, shaving cream, a towel and a large bowl filled with hot water. Amidsther protests, he tugged at her curls, snipping them at the base. Then, he smotheredher pubic crew cut with shaving cream. She craved any sort of contact betweenher legs and thrust her lips at his fingers. "I'd be careful, if I wereyou, Angie. I've only done this once, and I'm not that confident with a razorin my hand." He shaved her, developing a rhythm dipping the razor intothe hot water and gliding it along her skin. When he was satisfied with hersmoothness, he relathered her and did it again. He couldn't be sure, but hethought she was trying to get herself off on the razor...very strange…veryerotic. Finally, he cleaned her with a warm, wet towel. She sparkled.

He began again. Licking gently at the edges of her protective hood, thentracing the edges of her swollen pink and white lips, occasionally dippingthe tip of his tongue inside her. Her juices flowed more freely without herhair getting in the way. He knew it was probably an illusion. Her barenesshid nothing. Her stubble invigorated his tongue. The freedom with which hecould attack her nakedness shocked his weary senses. He sucked on her lipsand lapped up her juices. There was no hurry. She pressed her bottom up anddown and groaned from the back of her throat. He bit at her lips and clit,tugging and releasing them. Her body stiffened. He grabbed her clit with hislips and worked over the nerve endings. She stiffened again. Her groans becamehigher pitched. He sucked gently, but continuously, on her clit and hood, gatheringthe added rush of fluid spilling from her opening. She was cumming, but hedidn't release her until she slumped on the bed. She could now feel the achein her arms and legs, but she basked in her glorious state.

Part VII...By RopeBinder

"Shall we try that again?" She had momentarily forgotten he wasthere. Perhaps she had dozed off for a second. She froze, remembering his earlierwords..."There will be a cost." She said nothing. He stooped overhis clothing, heaped in a pile on the floor, and retrieved his belt. He thoughtabout how lucky he was to have found this belt. Its leather wove diagonallyfrom edge to center along its entire length. The body was one and a quarterinches wide and tapered to three-quarters of an inch at the tongue. It wasa sturdy quarter inch thick down the middle. He knew he would never find abetter whip.

"I'd like to see you climax again, but this time...only the whip." Shegroaned. Was it possible to cum from whipping? Neither knew. Her body was acollection of slick, shiny flesh, red and purple bruises and red welts. Itwas attractive now, but probably wouldn't be tomorrow. He wanted to leave herwith something more decorative. He began striping her breasts, crisscrossingthe marks as one would decorate a piecrust. Each lash left a stinging trailof redness. He worked his way down her belly and sides. She squirmed left,right, up and down, but there was no escape. The belt rained on her alreadytender flesh. He spent extra time on her bellybutton. Then, he bypassed hercunt and marked the front of her thighs with stripes an inch apart. She wascrying again. "Why does she like this? Why does the pain turn her on?" hethought. "Are these questions she can answer? Maybe...maybe not..."

Satisfied that he'd covered her frontside, he shortened the belt, danglingthe last eight inches from his fingertips. He concentrated on her inner thighs.She jumped with each blow, as he whipped her most sensitive flesh. Despiteher cries, her juices flowed, pooling on the mattress beneath her. By the timehe reached her lips, she was rising to meet each blow. He sat on her chest,whipping her clit, pussy lips and tiny pink asshole. He found himself playinga game to see if he could make the tip of the belt briefly disappear betweenher lips. She shivered below him. She was cumming again. Unbelievable to bothof them, she was cumming. He continued to shower her with leather, and eventuallyshe came again.

Part VIII...By RopeBinder

He'd witnessed a lot of things, but never climax by whipping. The thoughtexcited him so much that his cock bobbed painfully, swollen against the heatof the bedroom. He threw his belt to the floor and hastily untied her. Sheremained still. She hadn't the strength to straighten her cramped legs or pullher arms out from under her. He did it for her and removed her gag.

He lay on top of her for a moment, staring at her face. She had nothing left.Her eyes were closed. Her body was limp. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders,lifted himself to his elbows, and quietly slid inside her. He fucked her slowlyand steadily, caressing her hair and cheeks with tired hands. She was unresponsive.He thought of Sleeping Beauty and stretched his neck to kiss her throat. Hegently sucked her neck, then her chin and then her lips. She creased her eyes,blinded by the daylight sneaking through the window blinds. She opened themfully and returned his gaze. Their eyes never left each other's as he slidin and out of her. Her wetness clung to him, and he thrust harder and deeper,trying to pierce her. When he came inside her, it was more relief than climax.They'd been through so much in one day. He gasped as he came and collapsedonto her chest and stomach, out of breath, heart racing.

He rolled onto his side and clutched her to him. They held each other fora long time, fading in and out, half asleep, half awake. Finally, he crawledfrom her bed, tucked her in and went to the kitchen. Quietly fumbling throughher cabinets, he found some pots, pans, noodles, olive oil, garlic, clams andItalian bread. He cracked the seal on a bottle of Chianti and went to workon a large batch of linguini and clams. She was tired and would sleep for awhile, but when she woke, she would be famished. She would need him to takecare of her.

He basked in the aroma of the garlic, clams and warm bread and thought abouthow lucky he was to have found her.

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