CuriousLass
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He had promised me an experience I would never forget. Hinting at dark and terrible secrets as he bound me to the tree with the soft whisper of his voice; long before his ropes ever touched my flesh. I had refused, not once but twice fear knotting my longing deep in my stomach. Finally, I could stand it no longer, after weeks of talking, sharing, discussing all manner of other unimportant things it blurted from my lips over dinner and he had only smiled.
Days passed and he never mentioned my outburst. Nervously I waited for him to say something, do something that indicated “it” would happen, nothing. The week had been a particularly long one humid and stuffy. I longed for a breeze as we sat on the porch and watched the firebugs float on the night air after supper. Only the sound of the swings gentle creak interrupted the crickets and frogs as we watched the moon rise. Suddenly he stood up, grabbed me tightly by the hair, and marched me to the car. After stripping off my sun dress in the headlights and tying it around my eyes he thrust me in the backseat. As he fastened the seat belt his voice was icy cold... “Move and you will regret it. “
I was certain hours had passed since he had dragged me here stumbling and shivering and tied me to this tree. I felt as if my heart were lodged in my throat. What had I done? Something chittered and scratched in the branches over my head. My stomach gave a sickening lurch as my mind raced with images...Bats? Or something worse? Fear slid along my skin like a snake curling upward from my toes and coiled between my thighs where it waited restlessly.
My nose curled with every breath. Decay, sour and thick clung to everything unseen. From somewhere a breeze drifted past alternating between teasing caress and surging rush. With each gust goose bumps raced up my bare legs the sensation and chill hardening my nipples and drawing a shuddering gasp from my lips as the clamps tightened against their arousal. The scent of my own musk carried upward and I felt a flush of recognition spread up my cheeks and over my chest. Unconsciously I worked my hips against the ropes groaning as they rubbed over swelling flesh and sent sharp biting shards across my nipples from the tension.
A low rumbling grew in the distance… followed by moments of complete silence. Shuddering I strained my hearing… a car? The thought sent my mind boiling with panic…what if it wasn’t him… what if it was someone… else? Men with hatchets and drug pushing lunatics flooded my thoughts making my chest tighten with fear. Please let it be him.. please let it be him. The prayer stumbled from my lips yet at the same time I wondered what they would do.. if it wasn’t. The wind picked up sending a hundred sickening spiders out of no where over my naked skin. I shrieked flailing within the confines of the rope until I realized it was my own hair whipping in the breeze. The thunder hit with a force that shook the ground beneath my feet driving the air from my lungs. I had no breath and yet I screamed…
Heat surged up my legs buckling them under me, bark cut into my skin leaving fresh scratches which sang raw and sharp along the nerves to my clit. Rope bit into my wrists as my body jerked and pulled tightening the lines which wrenched my thighs apart. Savagely raking the doubled band threaded along my crotch over swollen and heated flesh. I rode the knots he had placed there like a woman possessed listening to the shrieking wails that erupted into the night as the world exploded only dimly aware that the cries were my own.
Rain broke from an unseen sky and added its icy fingers to the chills down my back. My nipples were on fire swollen and trapped between the relentless teeth of the clamps, pulled and twisted by my orgasmic thrusting. Reality became the startling clarity of my senses forced to over flowing by his sadistic knots, driven to erupt beneath the silk of his mask from deep within my everyday skin. Lust boiled from inside me numbing my mind and betraying my dark desires to the howling storm.
The stinging bite of a fresh cut switch stopped my breath in my throat. It whipped over my thighs and breasts with a frenzy that matched the wind landing one strike after another against my rain chilled skin. Fire of another sort now grew inside me adding its seduction to the frenzied thrusting of my hips. I moaned and struggled assailing my tormentor with whimpering pleas, arching my back I begged for more until the heat inside me erupted with an orgasm even more intense than the first.
It seemed I hung forever on the edge until the shuddering ceased. I no longer knew if I was standing or sitting, awake or asleep. I seemed to have become one with the tree at my back. Even the ragged scratch of its bark was somehow comforting. Rain cold and wet pelted me with awareness driving back the fog clouding my senses. Something buzzed on the edges of my hearing like a bee trapped beneath a jar. I swatted it away with a desperate groan of pleasure as another wave crashed down driving me to the bottom. It buzzed louder, something about it cut through the space around me beckoning me to follow it.
Gasping for air, I suck at the rain coursing down my face and than I smelled him…. that achingly familiar scent my body leapt into motion as suddenly all I could think about was getting to him. I fought against the ropes thrashing and pulling with strength I didn’t know I possessed. The motion forced me to the surface of my senses. “Shhhhhh baby don’t fight I’m right here.” The bee escaped the jar and his voice filled me. Hands slide along my skin, Goddd they were so warm! Their touch released the tension in my body until I collapsed against him. Arms pulled me close as blood rushed back into limbs held immobile and I cried out at the unfamiliar pain. My cries brought the taste of his kiss to my lips hot and filled with passion. I reached for him in the dark, clawing at his chest as if to crawl inside him but he held me back as tears of exhaustion leaked down my cheeks. The familiar scratch of wool surrounded me as he removed the sundress now in tatters from my eyes. I gazed up at him and His eyes, glinting now with his own emotions, gazed back at me. I felt his lips against my ear and shivered as the words filtered past …each one more precious than the next. Lifting me he cradled me against his chest as the rain stopped. The sudden silence caused me to lift my head and I watched in shocked disbelief as he carried me across the yard to the porch.
“Such a hot little bitch … “he hissed in my ear the growl in his voice made my pussy clench. I whimpered burying my face in his neck as I felt the blush cover my cheeks. His fingers curled in my hair jerking my head up as he gazed at me expectantly. “Yes Sir” I whispered, just saying it gave me chills. His grin seemed out of place as I drifted between wakefulness and sleep until he whispered “I am glad you enjoyed my surprise”.
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