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Rough Draft of an Old Story

She knelt on the floor, bent over the coffee table, hands tied to the legs at the opposite end. Her legs were spread, knees tied to the legs of the table with the same silk scarves that bound her wrists. She asked for this, but now she felt slightly uneasy, afraid of what she had gotten herself in to. The thrill of the unexpected surging through her body.

For months she had dropped hints, pushing for something different, wanting to explore this submissive side of her nature. Now that He has her there, He's taking his time. After binding her He left the room, making her wait. She could hear Him in the other room, moving around. He hadn't said a word the whole time, remaining eerily silent. He had been gentle but firm when binding her, never asking her to move or change position, just moving her where He wanted her. She remembered the feel of Him bending over her back as He tied her hands, the weight of His still clothed body on her bare skin.

He entered the room, crossing to kneel behind her. As He leaned over her, she realized that He was nude! She shivered at the contact of His chest against the skin of her naked back. Still not saying a word He kissed His way down her arched neck, biting gently against her shoulder. He heard her moan spurring Him to be rougher, running His hands firmly down her sides as He dragged His teeth against her skin. She pressed her face against the table, sucking in her breath as His hands reached her buttocks. His hands molded the flesh, prying them apart, exposing her to Him.

In the candlelight she felt safe - protected. She felt His thumbs slide down her thighs, as His breathing grew harsh next to her ear. She tensed only slightly as He touched her there, stroking her with His thumbs. He kissed the nape of her neck as He delved deeper, she cried out softly before she could stop herself. He paused, smiling to Himself, letting her “cool off” before beginning again. He withdrew His hands, then starting at her knees by the bonds, and slid them up the insides of her thighs. She gasped as He reached her wet and open pussy, sliding two fingers deep inside. He kissed her lower back, and ran His teeth along the base of her spine. His fingers stroked her inside, and his other hand was brushing her clit - she moaned and cried out as He felt her contract around His fingers in her first orgasm.

He slowly removed His fingers from her, sliding the slick digits up towards her other opening. Very carefully He inserted His index finger, sliding it through the ring of muscle, listening closely for any sign of discomfort she might make. She tensed slightly as He penetrated her, then seemed to consciously relax. He pushed His finger in to the knuckle and she gasped at the sensation. She could feel Him twist His finger back and forth, feel His knuckle against her anus. He was sliding His finger back and forth now, opening her up further. She felt Him withdraw, and wasn't sure if she was disappointed or relieved. Then He was back, she felt something cold and slippery being worked into her ass. He slid His finger in, spreading the lubricant further. She was so slick now entry would be no problem at all. The hand retreated, and she could hear the liquid sounds of Him slicking his cock.

She pictured Him kneeling behind her, stroking His cock with the oil and shivered with the combination of arousal and fear. She shook as He positioned Himself behind her, placing the head of His cock against her. He kissed her shoulders and bit hard at the nape of her neck as he began to push inside her. She gritted her teeth and tried not to tense against him as the stretching, burning sensation spread through her. He paused, hearing her indrawn breath- and she forced herself to relax, not wanting Him to stop. He felt her relax and pushed harder, sliding Himself in to the base of His cock. They both cried out at the sensation, He from tight confinement, she from being impaled, possessed, Owned. He rested inside her completely for a moment, allowing both of them to adjust, then slowly withdrew. She moaned as He pushed back in gently, pressing against her. She could feel his balls pressed against her pussy. He was shaking as hard as she was as He tried so hard to be gentle, not wanting to rip her, or hurt her.

He knelt up, hands against her back, and looked down to where they were joined. Grasping her hip with His hand, He slid the other under her, stroking her clit as she jerked under Him. He felt her spasm around him, and couldn't wait any longer. He drew out and began thrusting into her, His fingers leaving marks on her hip where He held her. When He came He heard her cry out as He pumped Himself into her over and over. It felt like He would never stop coming. As He collapsed on top of her, He slid His fingers into her soaking pussy, and stroked her sensitive button. She screamed out as she convulsed, spasming tight around His fingers shaken by her second orgasm, shivering.

She had asked for it, but she had never imagined it would be so thrilling. They had both collapsed on the table, breathing hard for long minutes. He had recovered first, and carefully moved next to her, gently untying her hands and legs. She was slightly sore, but completely happy, and she sensed that He had enjoyed it too, almost despite Himself. He put His arm around her shoulders and guided her to the bath room where He ran her a warm bath, tenderly looking after her. She loved the contrast from His harsh treatment earlier, and had never felt so cherished, so Owned and in Love as she did at that moment.