Aislinn Roylance lay in her beloved's arms and, in a moment of childish
self-absorption, wished that the whole world would fade away and leave them
there together like that for all eternity. They lay on the bed fully clothed and
chaste; Aislinn listening to Jake's heartbeat through the thin, starched cotton
of his shirt, her bright red hair spilling out over his chest like blood running
from an arterial wound. She loved the way his long, lanky arms enveloped her
tiny body and made her feel warm and safe. Aislinn took a deep breath and then
exhaled in a long, heavy sigh. She had finally reached the point to will herself
into action, and her body began to tremble accordingly. "Hey," Jake said,
acutely aware of the sudden tension in the air, "You're shaking like a leaf,
what's wrong?" She looked up from his chest into his eyes - their eyes were
almost the exact same shade of brown - and asked in a timorous voice, "Do you
love me?" On the one hand, she hated herself for asking the question. Jake was
like no other man she'd been with in her twenty-five years of life. They'd been
seeing each other for over four months and he'd yet to carp or complain or even
act upset about the fact that they had yet to make love. Of course, she'd
explained why at a very early stage, but she always did and the other boys she'd
dated had nevertheless always ended up getting bored or frustrated with her and
eventually found what they needed elsewhere. Jake had never been anything but
kind and understanding, even after the two or three "false alarms" she'd
instigated. "Yes," he said softly in reply, brushing stray strands of hair from
her face, "More than anything." She sighed again. It was a terrible thing to ask
a man who had put up with her for so long and asked for so little in return, but
she had to know. "Do you really?" she asked again in all seriousness. His brow
furrowed in agitation as he began to feel slightly insulted, but she added
hastily, "I mean, a lot of men - and women too, I guess - they come up with
these ideal... visions of what they want, who they want. And then when they meet
someone who's close, who looks like or acts sort of like what they're looking
for, they... project those visions onto that person. So that what they're really
in love with is that vision, that image, and not really the person underneath?
Does that make sense at all?" It did make sense to Jake, especially coming from
Aislinn, whose petite body and crimson hair and soft, beautiful features made
her almost a dead ringer for Disney's version of "The Little Mermaid." In fact,
the fist time he had ever seen her had been emerging from the pool at the health
club, and he'd been powerfully taken by the image himself. When he told her
about that later, after they'd started dating, she admitted that a lot of guys
had been attracted to her because of it, and that most left shortly after
finding out that she was nothing like the sweet, docile little princess of the
movie. "I love YOU, Aislinn," he said, and reached over with his left hand and
cupped the side of her face gently. She moaned softly in reply. The first time
he had ever done that had lead to one of the "false alarms" and now it only
served to heighten her building arousal. She known she'd wanted him since before
the start. She'd been the instigator, approaching him at the juice bar of the
health club they both worked out at. It only took one date for her to confirm
most of her hopes about him, and after their second, she'd invited him back to
her house with the aim of finally finding within his embrace a ward to drive
away the demons of her past. They'd slow danced in the living room to her
mother's scratchy old big band records, and he finally worked up the courage to
ask her why she always wore her hair so as to cover the left side of her face.
She told him about the time when she was seven and some boys had thought it
funny to whip a slush-ball against the side of her head while she waited for the
school bus one January morning. But the ball had been more gravel than slush,
and she'd been knocked to the pavement, shattering five of her permanent teeth
in the process. She'd ended up terrible scars on the side of her face, and had
simply gotten into the habit of brushing her hair over to cover them. She'd
begun to shake uncontrollably as he gently reached over and uncovered the
afflicted side. He'd told her the skin was like an unbroken expanse of cream and
gently pressed his palm to her cheek to prove it. Her eyes had fluttered and
she'd reached up on tiptoe and kissed him. A minute later it had all gone sour.
They'd been wrestling passionately on the couch and she'd reached down to the
crotch of his pants to free him, and free herself; but slush-balls and broken
teeth weren't the only traumas of her childhood, and upon touching the hard, hot
flesh of his cock she was once again transported back to her fifteenth year and
the most excruciating hour of her entire life. She screamed, recoiled in terror
and flailed at Jake furiously with her arms and legs. As soon as she'd regained
some control of herself, she'd curled up into a ball and began to cry. It hadn't
been the first time she'd suffered a flashback of that nature, and she thought
she knew what to expect from Jake. But instead of getting insulted or freaked
out, Jake went to her and put his arms around her carefully and spoke soft
comforting words into her ear. Her rocked her gently until the worst was past
and she was able to explain about the rape and the subsequent year spent in an
institution. Ten years later and the thought of a man penetrating her body still
filled her with stark raving terror. She apologized for leading him on, and said
she'd understand if he didn't want to be with a woman who couldn't give him what
he wanted. He just laughed and kissed the top of her had and told her that as
long as she wanted him around, he wasn't going anywhere. From that moment on she
had loved him without thought or question. Aislinn extracted herself with great
effort from his embrace, and slowly crawled out of bed. "Do you trust me?" she
asked. He looked at her oddly, wondering where the hell all this was leading,
but he answered, "With my life." She couldn't speak, merely nodded as a tear
rolled down her cheek. "Take off your clothes," she said. Jake sighed and rolled
his eyes. They had done this dance before. Aislinn had expected such a response
and said, "This time will be different, I promise you that." "Okay," he said,
not sounding convinced, but he slowly, cautiously, pulled off his work short and
then his undershirt, exposing his broad, wiry basketball player's chest. Aislinn
sighed and took a step backwards. If Jake had been careful to go slow taking off
his shirt, he positively crept through removing his pants. Aislinn began to rock
up and down on her heels as the nervous excitement grew greater and greater
until she wasn't sure how much more she could stand. She whimpered as he slid
off his underwear. Jake's cock wasn't a record-setter, but it was thick and well
proportioned to his long, lean body. Jake peeled off his socks almost as an
afterthought and then looked at Aislinn expectantly. She turned, opened the top
drawer of her dresser and pulled some things out. She kept them behind her back
and she spun around and advanced hesitantly on the bed. "Close your eyes," she
whispered huskily. Jake did as she asked and presently felt her hands wrap
something around his head, tying it tight in the back with a rasp of fabric. He
cracked one eye open just a sliver and found that his world had gone almost
entirely black, with just a vague, shadowy hint of motion to indicate where
Aislinn was. As he reached up to touch the blindfold, she took his right hand
and gently pulled it away, stretching his arm out to the corner of the bed. He
heard a faint clatter of metal just before the cold smooth metal slid around his
wrist and locked into place with a click. She quickly locked the other cuff to
the bed frame. Jake's mouth slowly opened as he began to form a question, but
she put her finger to his lips and shushed him. "Trust me," she reminded him. As
she circled the bed, she noticed the way he slowly twisted and turned his
trapped wrist in the cuff. He didn't pull or jerk; rather he just appeared to be
acclimating himself to the feel of it. She moved swiftly to lock his other wrist
into place. He offered no resistance, but once it was done, a shiver ran through
his body as he struggled to hold back his fight-or-flight reflexes. Once she was
certain he was secure, she wormed her way out of her dress, her eyes never
leaving his cock for a second. Her mouth was bone dry, but she noted, blushing,
that her pussy was very, very wet. She got the clothesline next and began to tie
each ankle to a corner of the bed as well. It was gratuitous, perhaps, but it
was of the utmost importance to her that he be completely helpless, that she
have complete control. When that was finished, she took a deep breath and stood
back to admire her handiwork. She was pleased, and a little amused, that Jake's
cock seemed to responding to his bondage so ardently. She shook her head and
moved towards the master bath. "One more thing," she said. "Aislinn..." Jake
said, sounding a little nervous. She moved back beside him, hovering anxiously
for a moment. Then, in an instant of inspiration, she slid her hand into her
sopping vagina, rolling her eyes in embarrassment over how wet she was getting
about all this. She slipped one juice-soaked finger into his gaping mouth to let
him know just how excited she was. His lips closed over her finger and he
started to suckle it in a most gratifying way. "One more thing," she repeated,
softly stroking his straining chest. She dashed into the bathroom before he
could distract her further. Aislinn got a washcloth and turned the faucet in the
sink to "Cold." As she soaked the cloth in one hand, she examined the two shiny
rings she held in the other. The very fact that she had those sex... things in
her house caused her to experience an all new rush of heat. She was shaking
pretty badly herself by the time she returned to the bedroom. Because of his
position, spread-eagled on the bed, she'd had to stretch to reach his groin. She
leaned over across the mattress and clamped the frigid washcloth around Jake's
penis. He cried out in surprise to the nasty shock and began to struggle with
his restraints for the first time. She watched him twist and pull with open
wonderment; his cries of protest landing on highly attentive ears. Aislinn
hadn't expected to enjoy any of this part at all, let alone find herself growing
more and more turned on by the minute. When he'd grown soft enough, she tossed
the rag aside and hastily slid the first ring over his cock and slipped it down
to the base. Jake made a low sound of pleasure, and she was amazed as he began
to stiffen up again almost immediately at her touch. She was so intent on
watching his cock harden, that she almost forgot the second ring, and had to
move fast to thread it onto his swelling dick. She held the ring slightly below
the rose-colored tip, and started to absently play with the velvety skin on top.
"Ah," Jake sighed as his cock expanded to the width of the rings. For a second,
it actually felt quite pleasant, especially with her gently stroking his glans.
But his penis continued to grow. "Uh," he said as Aislinn watched, fascinated,
as the length of flesh between the rings began to swell and bulge around the
metal's confines. Veins began to stand out and all the exposed flesh turned a
brighter shade of red than her hair. "Aislinn," he said, his voice betraying
sudden panic, "That really hurts!" "I can imagine," she replied distractedly,
running a finger along the now purplish stretch of ripening flesh. He cried out
in genuine pain as the rings continued to dig into his flesh, or rather, as his
flesh continued to expand mercilessly around their unyielding confines. Aislinn
pulled herself back off the bed and, spurred by his vocal suffering, slid one
hand into her cunt while the other tweaked a nipple. She came so fast and so
unexpectedly, that her knees buckled out from under her and she had to slam her
hands onto the mattress to keep from hitting the floor. Jake, who only knew that
something had hit the bed with tremendous force, wailed in pure fear. Sweat was
beginning to form on her brow as she crawled up onto the bed like a stalking
panther, and pulled herself into a squatting position of Jake's tormented
manhood. She grasped it in her hand, but despite the tremendous strain on her
calves, she had to take one more second to fully drink in the image of Jake's
grimace-wracked face, to savor the pitiful sound of his agonized whimpering.
Then she impaled herself upon it; only dimly aware of the way it seemed to split
her body, the searing heat of it, as she came for the second time; moaning,
almost lowing, as she was completely overwhelmed by the ecstasy of the moment.
At the same time, Jake was receiving the worst surprise of his entire life. In
spite of the tremendous pain he was enduring, the sensation of Aislinn's hot,
wet cunt ensconcing his prick sent waves of pleasure greater than any he had
ever know racing through his overheated body. Yet, at the brink of what should
have been the most soul-shattering orgasm of his life, he found his released
denied; choked off by the hateful rings of steel around cock. He began to
screech in frustration even as Aislinn, determined to get at least one more
orgasm out of him, began to buck up and down upon his hips furiously. In the
morning, she would love him again, but at that instant she desired only to fuck
him, to use him. Her grunts were angry, savage things; and Jake was momentarily
shocked out of his fog of despair when he heard the girl who used words like
"Fudge" and "Darn" snarl "Fuck!" And then suddenly her whole world seemed to
explode somewhere just behind her eyes, and her entire body seized up as she
made a series of strange, monkey-like sounds; as if her civilized human mind
could not find the proper words to express what she was experiencing. She held
that position for a while afterward, letting the sensation linger. Sweat dripped
down from her face and landed on Jake's chest, where it mingled with his own
perspiration and formed wide pools. She could feel the erratic beating of his
heart throb deep within her. And then it had passed, and Aislinn, with Jake's
unrelentingly engorged penis still inside her, lowered her hot sweaty body on
top of his, and lapped idly at the rivulets of sweat that soaked his skin. In a
little while, she told herself, feeling selfish and mean and unspeakably
satisfied; in a little while she'd take off the cock rings. But Aislinn Roylance
had already decided that the rest of the bonds would stay on, at least until the
sun came up, and her thoughts raced to the unexpectedly vast possibilities that
lay beyond. Note: Please feel free to E-mail with any constructive criticism and
suggestions for future episodes. Flames will be ignored. This story is protected
by copyright, 1997, by the author. I'm a bitch, I'm a tease, I'm a goddess on
her knees When you hurt, when you suffer - I'm your angel undercover I've been
up, I'm revived. Can't say I'm not alive! You know I wouldn't want it ANY other
way! Meredith Brooks, Bitch
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