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"…and this is the master bedroom."
Nancy caught her breath. The only thing she noticed was the hook.
The rest of the house had been so-so in an okay-but-nothing-special kind of way. She was looking for a two-bedroom detached property. The location and price were more important than anything else. This one was inching over the top edge of her limit, but prices were usually negotiable and, now that she’d seen the hook, she was extremely tempted. Even if she couldn’t afford the place, she knew she would have to make use of it at least once.
"…has an en-suite bathroom, air-conditioning and…"
She wasn’t listening to the agent’s sales pitch. Gazing upwards, her inner thighs trembling with anticipation, she tried to walk toward the window without rousing suspicion. Struggling to appear casual, and certain she was failing abysmally, Nancy thumbed back the curtain to find a second hook discreetly hidden behind the d****s. It was exactly where she had thought it would be. Both looked sturdy, immovable and dependable. Her heartbeat raced.
"…fitted robes, fitted carpet…"
She fixed a politic smile to her face, nodding studiously and not listening to a word. Her thoughts were already scurrying ahead, and her imagination was quickly fixed with a picture of the stout length of rope she would need. In her mind’s eye, she could see one end of the rope knotted around the hook that was covered by the d****s—a diagonal of that same cord stretching up to the hook in the ceiling—and the final perpendicular drop that would hold her suspended body. It was all too easy to picture her tit-bound frame dangling beneath the hook. An electric thrill tingled through the inner muscles of her pussy. She barely managed to stifle a moan of anticipation, then pretended it was a yawn and smiled sheepishly for the agent’s benefit.
"…can’t understand why it’s been on the market for so long…" He continued in a boring monotone, oblivious to Nancy’s sudden enthusiasm. He didn’t notice that she was subtly squirming, rubbing her thighs together, gritting her teeth, or that she perspired more heavily than should have been normal for the temperature. His interest was fixed solely on pitching a sale. "…perhaps a little over-priced for this area…"
"My husband will need to see it," she blurted.
The agent blinked at the interruption, then nodded. "Of course," he agreed. "I can arrange for a second viewing at your convenience."
"And I wouldn’t mind another glance around the property now," she said quickly. With unnecessary haste, and not thinking how rude or suspicious it might sound, she added, "Alone."
She didn’t wait for his response. Instead, she rushed down the stairs, intending to leave one of the large kitchen windows unlocked and discreetly open. It almost seemed as though fate was on her side when she discovered the perfect window was already unsecured and slightly ajar. Summoning the agent to the front door, she coaxed him out of the house as they made arrangements for a second viewing later in the week. As they were talking, she knew it would not be a full week before she saw the inside of the house again. It wouldn’t even be a full day.
~~~
Rob protested at the idea of breaking and entering—he balked at the risk they were taking—and he cringed from the threat of prosecution and incarceration they were courting. He only relented when Nancy had told him every minute detail of her plans. Then he showed an eagerness that equaled hers. Within an hour of learning what she had in mind, just as a lilac twilight was slipping beyond the horizon, he and Nancy entered the house’s open kitchen window and made their way through shadows up to the bedroom.
"Jesus!" Rob breathed, staring up at the hook. "It’s just like you said it would be. It's perfect."
"As perfect as these?" she asked, tearing her blouse open.
She had come prepared: a length of rope in the sports bag she carried along with a selection of crops and toys. There were other necessities—cuffs, a shorter length of rope and a spreader bar—as well as her stout, faithful vibrator. Aside from packing for their adventure, Nancy had also dressed appropriately, combining a loose, plaid mid-drift blouse with skin tight jeans, and not troubling herself with underwear.
"Well," she pressed, trying to drag his attention away from the hook. "Is it as perfect as these?" Her bare breasts were exposed to the room and Rob grinned when he saw that her nipples were already thick with excitement. The flushed circles of her areolae stood dark against her pale flesh.
"The hook is perfect," he said coolly. Nodding at her breasts, he added, "But those are beyond perfection." Not asking—not even waiting for any sign of encouragement other than the silent invitation of her exhibitionism—he took her in his embrace and lowered his lips to the tip of one breast.
His mouth was warm against her cool flesh and his tongue slid wetly over and around the rigid nub. Dull shivers trembled through her, their flavor heightened by a sense of daring and anticipation. Nancy had never done anything as bold as breaking into a house and, while she told herself that it was vacant, she still felt a needle of exciting guilt prick her conscience for the crime. The weight of her own naughtiness added to the thrill that was being stoked by Rob’s gifted kisses and a wet rush of arousal brimmed between her legs.
"Too much," she whispered. "Much too much."
He snatched his mouth from her breast, gasping greedily for air as he moved his lips away. His smile was roguish as he growled, "It’s only too much when I say it’s too much." Before she could reply, he was kissing her other breast with a hungry fervor that easily surpassed his previous efforts.
For an instant, she thought of pushing him away, sure that he was taking the game too far, too fast. If he carried on exciting her to such a high degree, she knew there would be no way she could keep her cries discreet, or control her desire to scream for him to take her. Trying to delay him, anxious to distract his attention and prolong the glorious moment of their arousal, she rubbed herself against his pelvis. His excitement stood obvious within his pants, and she relished the sensation of the concealed length that urgently pressed against her. Their embrace was a tight cinch, his hands clutching at her back and buttocks while she stroked his neck. With a skill that came from their intimate knowledge of each other, he quickly took her to a point of greedy need where she could almost hear the wet convulsions of her pussy muscles.
"Bastard!" Nancy spat playfully. "Which are you going to do? Are you going to fuck me now, or did we break in so that we could use the hook?"
He pulled away from her, chuckling with triumph. He appraised her from the shadows, his eyes shining as he regarded her bare breasts and disheveled state of dress. He rubbed absently at his groin and said, "I think we’ll find time for both. Now, get down on your knees so we can make a proper start."
Nancy both loved and loathed such commands: despising Rob’s curt tone and loving the concept of being subservient for him. She fell to her knees, knowing what he wanted and expected, and easily stole him from the fly of his pants. His shaft was solid; the dusky purple dome glistened with a smear of pre-come. She pushed her mouth over him to sate a hunger that seemed insatiable. Rolling her tongue around his length, sucking eagerly on the end, she was surprised when he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her away. A shriek of pain screamed from each follicle and, reluctantly, she let him tilt her head back.
"That’s not the way I want to start," he frowned.
Nancy was almost embarrassed at the way he so easily dominated her, how powerless she was to resist whatever he demanded. She did know how Rob liked to begin, and she knew she was guilty of succumbing to her own voracious desire to taste the flavor of his cock. Mumbling an apology, begging faux forgiveness as she struggled to get closer, she pushed her chest against his erection and squeezed her breasts around it.
Rob sighed. He maintained his hold on her hair, tugging occasionally and inspiring delicious spikes of anguish as she eased his shaft back and forth through her cleavage. The bulbous end of his cock perpetually peeped from between her breasts. A stream of his clear arousal lubricated her flesh and made her chest sticky and come-scented.
Daringly, Nancy bobbed her head down to flick her tongue against the tip of his glans. His taste was enough to send a fresh tremor of need faltering through her pussy lips. The inner muscles of her sex shocked her with a greedy, electric convulsion and, anxious to experience more of those dark pleasures, she again pushed her head down to him the next time his shaft poked from between the swell of her orbs.
"You’re desperate for it tonight, aren’t you?" he observed.
He spoke as he dragged her head back, making her gasp with a glorious meld of pain and delight. The ache in her neck and scalp was intense, and the unsated need between her thighs was frustrating, but she only stared up at him with an adoring smile and nodded. "I’m always desperate for your cock."
He acted with a confidence that left her breathless. Dragging her from the floor by her hair, turning her around and then rummaging in the sports bag, he had cuffed her wrists behind her back before she even knew what he was doing. Admittedly she had told him her plan and, with the addition of a couple of variations, he seemed to be going along with most of what she had suggested. But she could see he also had his own agenda for this evening.
"Rob…?" she began.
He didn’t reply.
Instead, he took the shortest length of rope from her bag and coiled it around her wrists. Pulling hard, making no allowance for pain or the awkwardness of her posture, he tied the rope around her lower arms until they were secured with elbows touching. The discomfort was surprising. She was only able to tolerate the position by holding back her shoulders and thrusting out her breasts.
"Rob…?" she started again.
He snatched the jeans from her hips and gave a soft chuckle of approval when he discovered she wore no panties. One hand slapped against her right buttock, the tips of his fingers trailed between the cheeks, stroking down to touch her anus and then her pussy lips. Then he was back in the sports bag. Standing naked in the center of the room, not daring to turn because she knew he hadn’t given her permission to move, Nancy waited until she felt a cold steel cuff from the spreader bar circling one ankle. His fingers brushed her inner thighs, urging her to spread her legs further apart so he could secure both steel anklets.
Willingly, she obliged.
"I thought we planned to use the hook first and then, maybe play in other ways if there was time after." She could hear herself on the brink of babbling with nervous adrenaline. "I just brought the restraints in case we had time to…"
"Shush," he said. His voice was soft but firm enough to brook no argument. He used the same commanding authority when he held her by the shoulders and turned her so she was facing him. Aside from a pair of heels, she was naked. The effect of having her arms bound behind her back and her legs spread wide apart made her posture ungainly and obvious. Rob stared at her outthrust breasts. His approval was apparent in the lecherous lilt to his grin. "We can discuss your plans once I’ve finished having my fun."
She started to protest, but he placed a finger over her lips and held it there until she had forgotten the argument she had started to make. Yielding to his authority, giving in to the thrill of this clandestine adventure, she made no complaint when he stole the longest length of rope from her bag and began to wind it around her breasts.
His hands moved quickly over her flesh, squeezing them as he worked, tugging the rope tight and encircling each orb several times with a cruel, binding restraint. Her nipples had stood hard before, but now they virtually strained as they struggled to grow bigger. The normal sensitivity of each breast grew more pronounced, and Nancy had to choke back a sigh of pleasure for fear that he might misread the sound as some sort of protest. By the time he had finished, her tits were no longer the jiggling, voluptuous mounds of which she was usually so proud. They had been transformed into unsightly, bound balloons of darkening flesh, and the tips were distended with a blotchy purple pallor. A long length of cord remained dangling from between them.
"Are you ready to try it?" he asked.
They both glanced up at the hook, its lingering presence filling them each with a sense of heightened excitement. Rob’s erection had remained rigid while he bound Nancy’s tits. It now strained with fresh urgency. Nancy had thought her need for climax could not grow more pressing without satisfying itself. But, as she stared up at the hook and tried to prepare herself for what was coming, she realized her desire could grow infinitely more demanding.
She swallowed and whispered, "I’m ready if you are."
He nodded, took the length of rope that remained in his hands, and then tossed it effortlessly over the tip of the hook. Nancy caught her breath and tried to brace herself for the torment that she knew was coming. Still, she felt herself swoon with surprise when she was almost lifted from the floor. She bit her lip—wanting to cry out and tell him that she had changed her mind—but she didn’t dare speak in case he believed her and ended the game.
Rob tugged down on the rope until she slid easily beneath the hook, then raising her so that her weight was evenly divided between her heels and the incessant tugging at her bound breasts. The pain was enormous: a flourish of raw agony that should have shown more than the simple mahogany flush now coloring her tits. Despite being drawn flat by the binding, her nipples strained to pop out, aching under the caress of each breeze that touched them. The pressure remained a constant, keeping her teetering on the brink of orgasm the same way her high-heels kept her teetering on the bedroom floor. When she realized Rob had tied the rope to the second hook, behind the curtain, she swallowed down her apprehension and graced him with a wicked smile.
He snatched a crop from the sports bag and tested it through the air. It made a sound like a gasp of disapproval.
"Your plan sounded good," he admitted. "But I don’t think it went far enough."
The grin faltered on her lips. If there hadn’t been so much to think about—her balance, the pain, the pleasure, the fear of discovery—Nancy would have asked him what he meant. Instead, she could only stand helpless as he raised the crop and stepped behind her.
"What are you doing, Rob?" she asked.
Instead of answering with words, he slashed the crop across her bare backside. A spike of anguish washed through her bottom; she almost fell in her body’s instinctive desire to escape the pain. The resulting movement filled her breasts with agony. Before she could shout for him to stop—before she could think of the words—he had striped her bottom with another punishing blow. The last time he’s lashed her this way, they’d been miles from anyone, and she could scream her lungs out, but here—someone was bound to hear her if she couldn’t bite her cries back.
"Rob!" she cried. "I don’t think…!"
She didn’t get to finish the sentence. He had lashed at her rear again, shocking her with another jolt and bringing her closer to losing her balance. It wasn’t the pain, but the fear of falling that became her greatest worry. Her arms were of no use for balance, and the spreader bar made it impossible to stand with any confidence. Nancy knew, if she stumbled, she would be left looking ungainly and foolish as she hung suspended by her breasts.
"Isn’t this what you wanted?" he asked, slicing the crop across her rear again.
His aim was remarkable, scoring the exact same spot he had struck with the first blow. She bit back a shriek, tried turning to stop him from slapping her again, and he landed another shot across her thigh. Instinct drove her to raise her leg, and that was enough to make her lose her balance. She fell backwards and dull agony swallowed her chest as the ropes pulled tight on her bulging breasts.
Nancy screamed.
Behind the sound of her cry, she heard Rob’s approving laughter. She watched through tears as he stepped in front of her. The sweet torment of having her breasts bound had been excruciating, but to be hung by them was an agony she only thought she’d been prepared for. She tried to catch her breath and regain her balance when she saw him raise the crop again. A thrill raced through her as she realized what was coming next, but her growing fear that they’d be caught overrode it. She shook her head and tried to beg for him to stop, but the words wouldn’t come.
He slashed the crop across her left breast. The blow was vicious—nearly as hard as the ones on her rear—and landed directly on her nipple. A bright bolt of agony swept back from the overly sensitive tip, and she almost fainted with the intensity of delicious anguish. Forgetting about her previous worries, she gasped, delighting in the combination of abuse and arousal, as Rob lashed her right breast.
His aim wasn’t as true, only scoring the areolae and bruising the under-swell of the bound orb, but the discomfort was just as rewarding. Nancy tried pressing her thighs together, sure that the climax was ready to burst through her at any moment, and she quietly cursed and congratulated the ingenuity of the spreader bar.
"Do you want me to stop?" he panted.
She looked at the dark welts striping her tits and shook her head, not trusting herself to answer but adamant that he wouldn’t end her pleasure when she was so close to coming.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked louder.
"No!" she sobbed.
He slashed the crop down twice: once for each breast. The force was hard enough to make her see shards of white light. She was temporarily deafened by her own scream. With raw agony still consuming her breasts, she felt him draw the length of the crop up through her moist sex. And then the first surge of orgasm began to take her.
Rob clearly saw her pleasure, because he acted without hesitation. As the thrill of orgasm convulsed her body and her moans grew in strength, she felt him step behind her. A part of her felt his erection pushing at the gaping split of her sex. A wet slap later, he was screwing her as she dangled from the hook, pounding her as hard as he could. She hardly felt the agony suffusing her tits; in fact, it only made the ecstasy stronger.
But Rob’s erection remained short-lived. Within moments of his entering her, she felt the warm douche of his semen spraying into her pussy. But she never thought of making any complaint. While it might have been more satisfying to enjoy a lengthy session of Rob’s love-making, Nancy knew that his swift release meant the next session would last for as long as they both wanted. When he staggers back around her, she glanced down at his spent shaft. It was already showing signs of stiffening in preparation for the next encounter.
After steadying her and giving her a soft kiss on the neck, he stepped toward the curtain. A tinge of disappointment bothered her as he unfastened the knot that kept her rope in place, but she assumed he planned to take her home so they could finish their fun in the privacy of their own bedroom. She smiled imagining what he might have planned and knowing she would be able to really scream.
It was only when he pulled hard on the rope, dragging her feet from the ground, that she realized he wasn’t yet prepared to leave the empty house.
Chugging breath to offset the pain, she suddenly thrilled to think that the night was only just beginning. Looking down at her midnight-colored breasts, Nancy reveled in the bliss of her predicament. He was definitely intent on using the hook to his advantage.
Panting like a woman in labor, Nancy basked in the exquisite agony as she swayed lightly by her breasts. Now that she’d learned what to expect, the fury of pain was a constant spur to the convulsions of pleasure that played in her belly and the tingling that swathed her sex. Better yet, she knew the splendor had barely started. She saw Rob fumbling through the bag until he had found her old faithful vibrator. Just the drone of its mechanical whir was enough to push her to the fringe of another climax. She sailed past that stumbling block when he prepared her for its penetration by slashing the crop hard across the undersides of her buttocks, no doubt leaving a livid stripe.
Trying to balance the conflicting agonies, she had little time to consider as he took the length of pulsating rubber and pushed it firmly between her legs. Once again, Nancy found herself hurtling towards the pinnacle of release.
“Don’t let it fall!” he bellowed.
Nancy balked at the order. It had been a long time since she heard that particular command, and never when she was this far on her way. The demand was invidious and blackly exciting. With the spreader bar keeping her thighs apart, she could only use her pussy muscles to grip, yet he demanded she keep the vibrator lodged within the musky confines of her sex. It was asking the unattainable—the constant motion of the vibrator made it nearly impossible to hold.
It was a problem that grew more difficult as her arousal became more profound. But she struggled to do his bidding; there was no telling what the punishment might be if she failed. Squeezing her muscles around the length of rubber, feeling her pulse become one with its tortuous whir, she almost forgot her tortured breasts as she gave herself over to the joy.
“Hold it tight,” Rob warned.
He slashed a new line across her chest.
Nancy hadn’t grasped that her eyes were closed with exertion until the flash of white pain exploded from the darkness. She shrieked, no longer caring who might hear, then almost relaxed as a wave of bliss threatened to take her. She felt the rubber start to slip and clamped her sex tight. Its incessant buzz kept pushing her to the brink of orgasm, but she fought the urge to come by concentrating on the echoes of agony vibrating through her breast. She knew she wouldn’t be able to maintain her hold through the paroxysms of pleasure. Clenching her teeth, sweating profusely, she refused to squeal again when he slapped the crop into the other side.
A glance at her abused orbs was enough to make her cringe. Even through the wash of tears that half-blinded her, she saw their dark, purple-grey pallor, deepening to crimson around the ropes. Haphazard slash marks criss-crossed the bulbous mounds and converged on her nipples, with lines of blood-blisters swelling on her areolae. For a moment, she was certain blood dripped from her chest in long, scarlet ribbons, though logic told her the tears played tricks, making her believe the sweat, tears and drool trailing down her torso was crimson.
Nancy forced herself to look away rather than dwelling on the signs of torture he had made her suffer. Her heart was racing with the approach of climax and she knew if she contemplated her own delightfully mutilated breasts for too long she would explode with the unstoppable thrill of his marks.
“Nancy, you know what will happen if you drop it, don’t you?”
He had apparently seen something she’d lost awareness of. The warning came too late. The distraction of everything else had sidetracked her thoughts. Even when Rob barked his reminder, crisply suggesting she could expect severe punishment if she relented her hold, Nancy knew her lapse of concentration had gone on for too long.
Ignoring the ache of her bound breasts, thinking past the blazing welts that branded her nipples, she tried to squeeze. The lubrication of her arousal and the awkward posture of being suspended from the hook with her ankles forced apart made it impossible to resume her grip. Rather than holding onto it, her pussy spat the buzzing dildo to the floor. It landed heavily and continued to buzz in the deathly silence of Rob’s stare.
“I told you to hold it,” he all but whispered.
He punctuated the sentence with a nasty blow from his crop across her bottom. Nancy stiffened, registering a world of pain as the separate torments at her breasts and backside joined into a choir of agony. She whimpered, not sure if the sound came from misery or out of desperation for release, and then he struck her again.
“I told you to hold it,” he repeated. “Now, you’re going to pay for disobeying that order.”
He was back at the wall, pulling on the rope and dragging her higher toward the ceiling. Every inch of the cord passing over the hook sent a delicious tremor echoing through her breasts. The pain had surpassed anything she had previously known and taken her to a plateau of delight she had all but forgotten. When she felt the reverberating twang of him knotting the rope again, she glanced down at him and saw that his erection was already back to its full length and stiffness. The knowledge that he would be using that on her as soon as she was back on the floor sent a fresh thrill of anticipation lurching through her pussy.
And, when she watched him raise the crop and aim high for her aching breasts, she knew he would make her wait and then beg for that glorious moment when they could share their final release of the night. She closed her eyes, waiting for that thought to be confirmed when he sliced the tip wickedly hard against a nipple. Instead, surprise and shock took her as its leather tip cracked across her sex.
Hurt and heaven blended into a glorious joy. She gasped ragged breath as her body shivered through the last restraint of hesitation. On the verge of orgasm, Nancy glanced at the bedroom door at the same time that Rob drove the crop again. The last thing she saw before the pleasure pushed her past the brink was the agent’s shocked face, staring up at her.
The last thing she heard before a torrent of wet euphoria sent a deafening timpani of blood surging through her temples was his mystified question, "What the hell is going on here?"
~~~
The sales agent sat in his car, grinning tightly once he’d calculated his commission. Their mortgage payments would be demanding for the young couple, but they’d find a way. He didn’t feel too sorry for them. They’d gone crazier with the things than any of the others, and he figured less free money meant more craziness. Recalling the image of the naked girl hanging by those dark purple tits, he flipped open his cell. Lighting a cigar to punctuate his success, he pressed in a number and waited for a response.
"Don’t tell me you want another pair of hooks put in a bedroom?" the builder complained in answer.
The sales agent grinned at the subcontractor’s bewilderment. He could almost sympathize with the man’s lack of comprehension, but he wasn’t about to explain.
"That must be a dozen I’ve installed for you in the last two months. I don’t have any idea what you’re up to, but since you’ve gone on to sell every property within days after—well, they will be in by tomorrow."
Enjoying the victorious flavor of his cigar, the sales agent shrugged easily and gunned the car’s engine. "What can I say," he smiled. "If you want to guarantee a sale, you have to have a hook."
Nancy caught her breath. The only thing she noticed was the hook.
The rest of the house had been so-so in an okay-but-nothing-special kind of way. She was looking for a two-bedroom detached property. The location and price were more important than anything else. This one was inching over the top edge of her limit, but prices were usually negotiable and, now that she’d seen the hook, she was extremely tempted. Even if she couldn’t afford the place, she knew she would have to make use of it at least once.
"…has an en-suite bathroom, air-conditioning and…"
She wasn’t listening to the agent’s sales pitch. Gazing upwards, her inner thighs trembling with anticipation, she tried to walk toward the window without rousing suspicion. Struggling to appear casual, and certain she was failing abysmally, Nancy thumbed back the curtain to find a second hook discreetly hidden behind the d****s. It was exactly where she had thought it would be. Both looked sturdy, immovable and dependable. Her heartbeat raced.
"…fitted robes, fitted carpet…"
She fixed a politic smile to her face, nodding studiously and not listening to a word. Her thoughts were already scurrying ahead, and her imagination was quickly fixed with a picture of the stout length of rope she would need. In her mind’s eye, she could see one end of the rope knotted around the hook that was covered by the d****s—a diagonal of that same cord stretching up to the hook in the ceiling—and the final perpendicular drop that would hold her suspended body. It was all too easy to picture her tit-bound frame dangling beneath the hook. An electric thrill tingled through the inner muscles of her pussy. She barely managed to stifle a moan of anticipation, then pretended it was a yawn and smiled sheepishly for the agent’s benefit.
"…can’t understand why it’s been on the market for so long…" He continued in a boring monotone, oblivious to Nancy’s sudden enthusiasm. He didn’t notice that she was subtly squirming, rubbing her thighs together, gritting her teeth, or that she perspired more heavily than should have been normal for the temperature. His interest was fixed solely on pitching a sale. "…perhaps a little over-priced for this area…"
"My husband will need to see it," she blurted.
The agent blinked at the interruption, then nodded. "Of course," he agreed. "I can arrange for a second viewing at your convenience."
"And I wouldn’t mind another glance around the property now," she said quickly. With unnecessary haste, and not thinking how rude or suspicious it might sound, she added, "Alone."
She didn’t wait for his response. Instead, she rushed down the stairs, intending to leave one of the large kitchen windows unlocked and discreetly open. It almost seemed as though fate was on her side when she discovered the perfect window was already unsecured and slightly ajar. Summoning the agent to the front door, she coaxed him out of the house as they made arrangements for a second viewing later in the week. As they were talking, she knew it would not be a full week before she saw the inside of the house again. It wouldn’t even be a full day.
~~~
Rob protested at the idea of breaking and entering—he balked at the risk they were taking—and he cringed from the threat of prosecution and incarceration they were courting. He only relented when Nancy had told him every minute detail of her plans. Then he showed an eagerness that equaled hers. Within an hour of learning what she had in mind, just as a lilac twilight was slipping beyond the horizon, he and Nancy entered the house’s open kitchen window and made their way through shadows up to the bedroom.
"Jesus!" Rob breathed, staring up at the hook. "It’s just like you said it would be. It's perfect."
"As perfect as these?" she asked, tearing her blouse open.
She had come prepared: a length of rope in the sports bag she carried along with a selection of crops and toys. There were other necessities—cuffs, a shorter length of rope and a spreader bar—as well as her stout, faithful vibrator. Aside from packing for their adventure, Nancy had also dressed appropriately, combining a loose, plaid mid-drift blouse with skin tight jeans, and not troubling herself with underwear.
"Well," she pressed, trying to drag his attention away from the hook. "Is it as perfect as these?" Her bare breasts were exposed to the room and Rob grinned when he saw that her nipples were already thick with excitement. The flushed circles of her areolae stood dark against her pale flesh.
"The hook is perfect," he said coolly. Nodding at her breasts, he added, "But those are beyond perfection." Not asking—not even waiting for any sign of encouragement other than the silent invitation of her exhibitionism—he took her in his embrace and lowered his lips to the tip of one breast.
His mouth was warm against her cool flesh and his tongue slid wetly over and around the rigid nub. Dull shivers trembled through her, their flavor heightened by a sense of daring and anticipation. Nancy had never done anything as bold as breaking into a house and, while she told herself that it was vacant, she still felt a needle of exciting guilt prick her conscience for the crime. The weight of her own naughtiness added to the thrill that was being stoked by Rob’s gifted kisses and a wet rush of arousal brimmed between her legs.
"Too much," she whispered. "Much too much."
He snatched his mouth from her breast, gasping greedily for air as he moved his lips away. His smile was roguish as he growled, "It’s only too much when I say it’s too much." Before she could reply, he was kissing her other breast with a hungry fervor that easily surpassed his previous efforts.
For an instant, she thought of pushing him away, sure that he was taking the game too far, too fast. If he carried on exciting her to such a high degree, she knew there would be no way she could keep her cries discreet, or control her desire to scream for him to take her. Trying to delay him, anxious to distract his attention and prolong the glorious moment of their arousal, she rubbed herself against his pelvis. His excitement stood obvious within his pants, and she relished the sensation of the concealed length that urgently pressed against her. Their embrace was a tight cinch, his hands clutching at her back and buttocks while she stroked his neck. With a skill that came from their intimate knowledge of each other, he quickly took her to a point of greedy need where she could almost hear the wet convulsions of her pussy muscles.
"Bastard!" Nancy spat playfully. "Which are you going to do? Are you going to fuck me now, or did we break in so that we could use the hook?"
He pulled away from her, chuckling with triumph. He appraised her from the shadows, his eyes shining as he regarded her bare breasts and disheveled state of dress. He rubbed absently at his groin and said, "I think we’ll find time for both. Now, get down on your knees so we can make a proper start."
Nancy both loved and loathed such commands: despising Rob’s curt tone and loving the concept of being subservient for him. She fell to her knees, knowing what he wanted and expected, and easily stole him from the fly of his pants. His shaft was solid; the dusky purple dome glistened with a smear of pre-come. She pushed her mouth over him to sate a hunger that seemed insatiable. Rolling her tongue around his length, sucking eagerly on the end, she was surprised when he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her away. A shriek of pain screamed from each follicle and, reluctantly, she let him tilt her head back.
"That’s not the way I want to start," he frowned.
Nancy was almost embarrassed at the way he so easily dominated her, how powerless she was to resist whatever he demanded. She did know how Rob liked to begin, and she knew she was guilty of succumbing to her own voracious desire to taste the flavor of his cock. Mumbling an apology, begging faux forgiveness as she struggled to get closer, she pushed her chest against his erection and squeezed her breasts around it.
Rob sighed. He maintained his hold on her hair, tugging occasionally and inspiring delicious spikes of anguish as she eased his shaft back and forth through her cleavage. The bulbous end of his cock perpetually peeped from between her breasts. A stream of his clear arousal lubricated her flesh and made her chest sticky and come-scented.
Daringly, Nancy bobbed her head down to flick her tongue against the tip of his glans. His taste was enough to send a fresh tremor of need faltering through her pussy lips. The inner muscles of her sex shocked her with a greedy, electric convulsion and, anxious to experience more of those dark pleasures, she again pushed her head down to him the next time his shaft poked from between the swell of her orbs.
"You’re desperate for it tonight, aren’t you?" he observed.
He spoke as he dragged her head back, making her gasp with a glorious meld of pain and delight. The ache in her neck and scalp was intense, and the unsated need between her thighs was frustrating, but she only stared up at him with an adoring smile and nodded. "I’m always desperate for your cock."
He acted with a confidence that left her breathless. Dragging her from the floor by her hair, turning her around and then rummaging in the sports bag, he had cuffed her wrists behind her back before she even knew what he was doing. Admittedly she had told him her plan and, with the addition of a couple of variations, he seemed to be going along with most of what she had suggested. But she could see he also had his own agenda for this evening.
"Rob…?" she began.
He didn’t reply.
Instead, he took the shortest length of rope from her bag and coiled it around her wrists. Pulling hard, making no allowance for pain or the awkwardness of her posture, he tied the rope around her lower arms until they were secured with elbows touching. The discomfort was surprising. She was only able to tolerate the position by holding back her shoulders and thrusting out her breasts.
"Rob…?" she started again.
He snatched the jeans from her hips and gave a soft chuckle of approval when he discovered she wore no panties. One hand slapped against her right buttock, the tips of his fingers trailed between the cheeks, stroking down to touch her anus and then her pussy lips. Then he was back in the sports bag. Standing naked in the center of the room, not daring to turn because she knew he hadn’t given her permission to move, Nancy waited until she felt a cold steel cuff from the spreader bar circling one ankle. His fingers brushed her inner thighs, urging her to spread her legs further apart so he could secure both steel anklets.
Willingly, she obliged.
"I thought we planned to use the hook first and then, maybe play in other ways if there was time after." She could hear herself on the brink of babbling with nervous adrenaline. "I just brought the restraints in case we had time to…"
"Shush," he said. His voice was soft but firm enough to brook no argument. He used the same commanding authority when he held her by the shoulders and turned her so she was facing him. Aside from a pair of heels, she was naked. The effect of having her arms bound behind her back and her legs spread wide apart made her posture ungainly and obvious. Rob stared at her outthrust breasts. His approval was apparent in the lecherous lilt to his grin. "We can discuss your plans once I’ve finished having my fun."
She started to protest, but he placed a finger over her lips and held it there until she had forgotten the argument she had started to make. Yielding to his authority, giving in to the thrill of this clandestine adventure, she made no complaint when he stole the longest length of rope from her bag and began to wind it around her breasts.
His hands moved quickly over her flesh, squeezing them as he worked, tugging the rope tight and encircling each orb several times with a cruel, binding restraint. Her nipples had stood hard before, but now they virtually strained as they struggled to grow bigger. The normal sensitivity of each breast grew more pronounced, and Nancy had to choke back a sigh of pleasure for fear that he might misread the sound as some sort of protest. By the time he had finished, her tits were no longer the jiggling, voluptuous mounds of which she was usually so proud. They had been transformed into unsightly, bound balloons of darkening flesh, and the tips were distended with a blotchy purple pallor. A long length of cord remained dangling from between them.
"Are you ready to try it?" he asked.
They both glanced up at the hook, its lingering presence filling them each with a sense of heightened excitement. Rob’s erection had remained rigid while he bound Nancy’s tits. It now strained with fresh urgency. Nancy had thought her need for climax could not grow more pressing without satisfying itself. But, as she stared up at the hook and tried to prepare herself for what was coming, she realized her desire could grow infinitely more demanding.
She swallowed and whispered, "I’m ready if you are."
He nodded, took the length of rope that remained in his hands, and then tossed it effortlessly over the tip of the hook. Nancy caught her breath and tried to brace herself for the torment that she knew was coming. Still, she felt herself swoon with surprise when she was almost lifted from the floor. She bit her lip—wanting to cry out and tell him that she had changed her mind—but she didn’t dare speak in case he believed her and ended the game.
Rob tugged down on the rope until she slid easily beneath the hook, then raising her so that her weight was evenly divided between her heels and the incessant tugging at her bound breasts. The pain was enormous: a flourish of raw agony that should have shown more than the simple mahogany flush now coloring her tits. Despite being drawn flat by the binding, her nipples strained to pop out, aching under the caress of each breeze that touched them. The pressure remained a constant, keeping her teetering on the brink of orgasm the same way her high-heels kept her teetering on the bedroom floor. When she realized Rob had tied the rope to the second hook, behind the curtain, she swallowed down her apprehension and graced him with a wicked smile.
He snatched a crop from the sports bag and tested it through the air. It made a sound like a gasp of disapproval.
"Your plan sounded good," he admitted. "But I don’t think it went far enough."
The grin faltered on her lips. If there hadn’t been so much to think about—her balance, the pain, the pleasure, the fear of discovery—Nancy would have asked him what he meant. Instead, she could only stand helpless as he raised the crop and stepped behind her.
"What are you doing, Rob?" she asked.
Instead of answering with words, he slashed the crop across her bare backside. A spike of anguish washed through her bottom; she almost fell in her body’s instinctive desire to escape the pain. The resulting movement filled her breasts with agony. Before she could shout for him to stop—before she could think of the words—he had striped her bottom with another punishing blow. The last time he’s lashed her this way, they’d been miles from anyone, and she could scream her lungs out, but here—someone was bound to hear her if she couldn’t bite her cries back.
"Rob!" she cried. "I don’t think…!"
She didn’t get to finish the sentence. He had lashed at her rear again, shocking her with another jolt and bringing her closer to losing her balance. It wasn’t the pain, but the fear of falling that became her greatest worry. Her arms were of no use for balance, and the spreader bar made it impossible to stand with any confidence. Nancy knew, if she stumbled, she would be left looking ungainly and foolish as she hung suspended by her breasts.
"Isn’t this what you wanted?" he asked, slicing the crop across her rear again.
His aim was remarkable, scoring the exact same spot he had struck with the first blow. She bit back a shriek, tried turning to stop him from slapping her again, and he landed another shot across her thigh. Instinct drove her to raise her leg, and that was enough to make her lose her balance. She fell backwards and dull agony swallowed her chest as the ropes pulled tight on her bulging breasts.
Nancy screamed.
Behind the sound of her cry, she heard Rob’s approving laughter. She watched through tears as he stepped in front of her. The sweet torment of having her breasts bound had been excruciating, but to be hung by them was an agony she only thought she’d been prepared for. She tried to catch her breath and regain her balance when she saw him raise the crop again. A thrill raced through her as she realized what was coming next, but her growing fear that they’d be caught overrode it. She shook her head and tried to beg for him to stop, but the words wouldn’t come.
He slashed the crop across her left breast. The blow was vicious—nearly as hard as the ones on her rear—and landed directly on her nipple. A bright bolt of agony swept back from the overly sensitive tip, and she almost fainted with the intensity of delicious anguish. Forgetting about her previous worries, she gasped, delighting in the combination of abuse and arousal, as Rob lashed her right breast.
His aim wasn’t as true, only scoring the areolae and bruising the under-swell of the bound orb, but the discomfort was just as rewarding. Nancy tried pressing her thighs together, sure that the climax was ready to burst through her at any moment, and she quietly cursed and congratulated the ingenuity of the spreader bar.
"Do you want me to stop?" he panted.
She looked at the dark welts striping her tits and shook her head, not trusting herself to answer but adamant that he wouldn’t end her pleasure when she was so close to coming.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked louder.
"No!" she sobbed.
He slashed the crop down twice: once for each breast. The force was hard enough to make her see shards of white light. She was temporarily deafened by her own scream. With raw agony still consuming her breasts, she felt him draw the length of the crop up through her moist sex. And then the first surge of orgasm began to take her.
Rob clearly saw her pleasure, because he acted without hesitation. As the thrill of orgasm convulsed her body and her moans grew in strength, she felt him step behind her. A part of her felt his erection pushing at the gaping split of her sex. A wet slap later, he was screwing her as she dangled from the hook, pounding her as hard as he could. She hardly felt the agony suffusing her tits; in fact, it only made the ecstasy stronger.
But Rob’s erection remained short-lived. Within moments of his entering her, she felt the warm douche of his semen spraying into her pussy. But she never thought of making any complaint. While it might have been more satisfying to enjoy a lengthy session of Rob’s love-making, Nancy knew that his swift release meant the next session would last for as long as they both wanted. When he staggers back around her, she glanced down at his spent shaft. It was already showing signs of stiffening in preparation for the next encounter.
After steadying her and giving her a soft kiss on the neck, he stepped toward the curtain. A tinge of disappointment bothered her as he unfastened the knot that kept her rope in place, but she assumed he planned to take her home so they could finish their fun in the privacy of their own bedroom. She smiled imagining what he might have planned and knowing she would be able to really scream.
It was only when he pulled hard on the rope, dragging her feet from the ground, that she realized he wasn’t yet prepared to leave the empty house.
Chugging breath to offset the pain, she suddenly thrilled to think that the night was only just beginning. Looking down at her midnight-colored breasts, Nancy reveled in the bliss of her predicament. He was definitely intent on using the hook to his advantage.
Panting like a woman in labor, Nancy basked in the exquisite agony as she swayed lightly by her breasts. Now that she’d learned what to expect, the fury of pain was a constant spur to the convulsions of pleasure that played in her belly and the tingling that swathed her sex. Better yet, she knew the splendor had barely started. She saw Rob fumbling through the bag until he had found her old faithful vibrator. Just the drone of its mechanical whir was enough to push her to the fringe of another climax. She sailed past that stumbling block when he prepared her for its penetration by slashing the crop hard across the undersides of her buttocks, no doubt leaving a livid stripe.
Trying to balance the conflicting agonies, she had little time to consider as he took the length of pulsating rubber and pushed it firmly between her legs. Once again, Nancy found herself hurtling towards the pinnacle of release.
“Don’t let it fall!” he bellowed.
Nancy balked at the order. It had been a long time since she heard that particular command, and never when she was this far on her way. The demand was invidious and blackly exciting. With the spreader bar keeping her thighs apart, she could only use her pussy muscles to grip, yet he demanded she keep the vibrator lodged within the musky confines of her sex. It was asking the unattainable—the constant motion of the vibrator made it nearly impossible to hold.
It was a problem that grew more difficult as her arousal became more profound. But she struggled to do his bidding; there was no telling what the punishment might be if she failed. Squeezing her muscles around the length of rubber, feeling her pulse become one with its tortuous whir, she almost forgot her tortured breasts as she gave herself over to the joy.
“Hold it tight,” Rob warned.
He slashed a new line across her chest.
Nancy hadn’t grasped that her eyes were closed with exertion until the flash of white pain exploded from the darkness. She shrieked, no longer caring who might hear, then almost relaxed as a wave of bliss threatened to take her. She felt the rubber start to slip and clamped her sex tight. Its incessant buzz kept pushing her to the brink of orgasm, but she fought the urge to come by concentrating on the echoes of agony vibrating through her breast. She knew she wouldn’t be able to maintain her hold through the paroxysms of pleasure. Clenching her teeth, sweating profusely, she refused to squeal again when he slapped the crop into the other side.
A glance at her abused orbs was enough to make her cringe. Even through the wash of tears that half-blinded her, she saw their dark, purple-grey pallor, deepening to crimson around the ropes. Haphazard slash marks criss-crossed the bulbous mounds and converged on her nipples, with lines of blood-blisters swelling on her areolae. For a moment, she was certain blood dripped from her chest in long, scarlet ribbons, though logic told her the tears played tricks, making her believe the sweat, tears and drool trailing down her torso was crimson.
Nancy forced herself to look away rather than dwelling on the signs of torture he had made her suffer. Her heart was racing with the approach of climax and she knew if she contemplated her own delightfully mutilated breasts for too long she would explode with the unstoppable thrill of his marks.
“Nancy, you know what will happen if you drop it, don’t you?”
He had apparently seen something she’d lost awareness of. The warning came too late. The distraction of everything else had sidetracked her thoughts. Even when Rob barked his reminder, crisply suggesting she could expect severe punishment if she relented her hold, Nancy knew her lapse of concentration had gone on for too long.
Ignoring the ache of her bound breasts, thinking past the blazing welts that branded her nipples, she tried to squeeze. The lubrication of her arousal and the awkward posture of being suspended from the hook with her ankles forced apart made it impossible to resume her grip. Rather than holding onto it, her pussy spat the buzzing dildo to the floor. It landed heavily and continued to buzz in the deathly silence of Rob’s stare.
“I told you to hold it,” he all but whispered.
He punctuated the sentence with a nasty blow from his crop across her bottom. Nancy stiffened, registering a world of pain as the separate torments at her breasts and backside joined into a choir of agony. She whimpered, not sure if the sound came from misery or out of desperation for release, and then he struck her again.
“I told you to hold it,” he repeated. “Now, you’re going to pay for disobeying that order.”
He was back at the wall, pulling on the rope and dragging her higher toward the ceiling. Every inch of the cord passing over the hook sent a delicious tremor echoing through her breasts. The pain had surpassed anything she had previously known and taken her to a plateau of delight she had all but forgotten. When she felt the reverberating twang of him knotting the rope again, she glanced down at him and saw that his erection was already back to its full length and stiffness. The knowledge that he would be using that on her as soon as she was back on the floor sent a fresh thrill of anticipation lurching through her pussy.
And, when she watched him raise the crop and aim high for her aching breasts, she knew he would make her wait and then beg for that glorious moment when they could share their final release of the night. She closed her eyes, waiting for that thought to be confirmed when he sliced the tip wickedly hard against a nipple. Instead, surprise and shock took her as its leather tip cracked across her sex.
Hurt and heaven blended into a glorious joy. She gasped ragged breath as her body shivered through the last restraint of hesitation. On the verge of orgasm, Nancy glanced at the bedroom door at the same time that Rob drove the crop again. The last thing she saw before the pleasure pushed her past the brink was the agent’s shocked face, staring up at her.
The last thing she heard before a torrent of wet euphoria sent a deafening timpani of blood surging through her temples was his mystified question, "What the hell is going on here?"
~~~
The sales agent sat in his car, grinning tightly once he’d calculated his commission. Their mortgage payments would be demanding for the young couple, but they’d find a way. He didn’t feel too sorry for them. They’d gone crazier with the things than any of the others, and he figured less free money meant more craziness. Recalling the image of the naked girl hanging by those dark purple tits, he flipped open his cell. Lighting a cigar to punctuate his success, he pressed in a number and waited for a response.
"Don’t tell me you want another pair of hooks put in a bedroom?" the builder complained in answer.
The sales agent grinned at the subcontractor’s bewilderment. He could almost sympathize with the man’s lack of comprehension, but he wasn’t about to explain.
"That must be a dozen I’ve installed for you in the last two months. I don’t have any idea what you’re up to, but since you’ve gone on to sell every property within days after—well, they will be in by tomorrow."
Enjoying the victorious flavor of his cigar, the sales agent shrugged easily and gunned the car’s engine. "What can I say," he smiled. "If you want to guarantee a sale, you have to have a hook."
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