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“Come here, baby.” Isaac guided her to a padded table. “Now, let me tell you what I want to do. The goal of this exercise is not only to give us both a full measure of ecstasy, but also to get you used to giving yourself over to me. I want you to trust me, yield to my voice - yield to my will. I want you to be so focused on me that your body obeys my every command.” Slowly and gently, he began to undress her. With measured movements, he revealed her nakedness inch by inch. She didn’t help – she allowed him to do with her as he willed. “That’s my baby.” His touch was warm, tender – yet she quivered with anxious anticipation.

Never before had he been so at the mercy of a woman, she had no idea at the power she wielded over him. Isaac had the urge to drop to his knees in front of her and ask what she would have him do. That wasn’t what she needed, however. Avery desired him to be strong and sure, and that is exactly what he would be. There was nothing more important to him, than pleasing her. ‘New territory, McCoy,’ he thought – ‘new territory’. As he drew the material down, he revealed smooth, creamy shoulders. Her neck was graceful and drew his lips like a magnet. “You have no idea how beautiful you are. Look how your breasts respond to me.” The dress fell to her waist and he rubbed a finger across one swollen nipple. It poked out through the shear lace of her bra – hard and aroused. She moaned as he teased the swollen nubbin. “Turn around, sweet.” As she did, he swept her hair over one shoulder and unfastened her bra. The tiny panties were no barrier to his appreciation of the perfect pale globes of her ass. Cupping one, he squeezed and she rose on tiptoe, but she didn’t step away. “You’re going to love it when I take you here, precious. If everyone knew how good it felt, this taboo would be tradition.” Taking the top of the panties in his fingertips, he stripped them down. “Step out, treasure.” While he was down there, he slipped off her sandals and couldn’t resist peppering a few kisses on the silky skin of her derriere’.

“Good. The curve of your back is delectable.” To prove it he licked a trail up the indentation of her spine, and rose to his feet without missing a taste. “Now turn around.” He pulled the bra from her hands and let his eyes feast on her tits. Taking them in his hands, he massaged them, rubbing his thumbs over the tips and making her squirm a little. “I’m going to fuck you here, real soon,” he promised. “Now, up you go,” he picked her up and laid her flat on the table. “Arms to each side,” she obeyed and he fastened each wrist in the attached cuffs. “God, you’re perfect, that’s what you are.” Before he could ask, she moved her legs apart so he could fasten her ankles. “That’s my girl.” After he had buckled the soft bindings, he stepped back to look at her. She was exquisite.

“Now, what?” she asked in a husky little voice.

“Don’t rush me,” he ran a hand up one leg from ankle to knee, his fingers lightly rubbing the velvet expanse. “I love to look at you. Your tongue reaches out to wet your lips and your excitement is making you breathe harder, and the movement of your tits is making my cock throb.”

“What are we going to do?” she couldn’t help but ask.

“I am going to play, and you are going to feel. Your body will learn to crave my touch. It is my wish that you be so in tune with me that you will cum at my command. Do you think you could do that?” As he talked he reached for a glass flask on a nearby table.

“I want to try.”

“Tonight, you won’t need a safe word. In fact, I don’t know that we’ll ever worry with one – for you will never, ever have anything to fear from me.” Holding the bottle high, he let a stream of warm oil pool on the quivering muscles of her abdomen. “You’re shaking.”

“With desire,” she offered without hesitation. “I need your hands on me; I need your mouth, too.” Standing over her, his shoulders looked a yard wide. “Will you take off your clothes? You have the most beautiful body of any man in the world.”

Isaac wanted to smile, but he forced his face into a stern expression. His heart was turning to mush around this doll. If he wasn’t careful, he would lose his Dom card. “I’m in charge, Miss Avery. It will be my pleasure to give you anything and everything you need – when the time is right.”

“Oh, I see.” Then, “oh, my!” she groaned as he stood at the edge of the table and began his sensual massage. Both palms covered her abdomen, rubbing in circular motion. He let his hands dance down near to her pussy, but no further. He skated north to her breasts – but not quite. Every pass, he edged closer to the places where she needed him most and each time he made the fire burn brighter and the heat rise.

“Now, for an experiment. No talking – not unless I give you permission. You may groan, but no conversation. Your job is to just feel. Close your eyes, and feel.”

Avery did as he asked and, immediately, she understood why. Everything magnified. In the darkness, his hands on her body became her world. It seemed as if her breasts were growing, they were swelling – begging for his touch. She had no desire to get away, yet her body undulated – her hips wanted to rise, seeking a caress in just that necessary spot. “Hmmmm,” she started to speak, but held back. Praise, she yearned to praise him as he worked his magic.

God, his cock was huge. Isaac couldn’t remember being this hard. His dick was so heavy with need that he would be surprised if it could stand upright. She was pleasing him. Not once did she open her eyes, not once did she speak – but her body’s response to him told him volumes. Her nipples were like diamond chips, the areolas puffy and distended. With broader strokes, he let his fingers skate the underside of her breast and as he expected, she arched her back asking for more.

A shuddering sob broke from her lips; if he didn’t touch her breasts soon she was going to do unspeakable things to him. Come to think of it, she might do that anyway – but there would be repercussions. Was that a chuckle? Without opening her eyes to see his face, she couldn’t be sure. A tiny whimper of begging escaped, and she wanted to laugh. Tricia had a puppy that made that same noise when he wanted a treat. But, it worked – she heard an answering growl and his palms covered her breasts and began an erotic assault.

Control was about to slip through his fingers. She was totally turned-on; he couldn’t keep his eyes off her pussy, which was glistening with her cream. And the sounds she was making were the most arousing of all. God, he needed a kiss. Without taking his hands off of her, he moved to the head of the table so, he could bend over her and take her lips while he played with her tits. For just a second, he let her go to get in position and one tiny word gave away her desperation. “No.”

“Shhhh,” he reminded her as he covered her lips. Sweet, she was so sweet. God, he loved to rub her tits. Taking her nipples between his thumb and first fingers, he milked them. The intensity of her kiss increased, and she sucked on his tongue while moaning one little hungry moan after another. The whole table was shaking a bit, because she was pumping her hips – his baby was hungry. “Easy, baby. I’ll make us both feel good.” Stepping back, he stripped. “Open your eyes.” Immediately she sought his gaze, her teeth biting down on her lower lip. She was holding herself back, following his directions – good. “Damn, I wonder if it will always be like this with you. I’m too fuckin’ excited to prolong this like I should.” The look of trust on her face gave him strength to push forward. Going to her feet, he set out to push her limits. He began kissing and licking her skin, memorizing the texture – what parts made her squirm and the places that when he nipped – made her pant. This was the first time he had his mouth on her pussy, and he planned on blowing her mind.

Lord have mercy, she prayed. Isaac McCoy was worshiping her body. There was no other way to think about it. His lips – his tongue – his teeth – his hands, they were everywhere. No square inch of her flesh was going unattended. Her hips undulated – he was giving her more rapture than she had even known existed. God, he was kissing – licking – sucking between her thighs and it was driving her mad! She tried to raise up enough to watch him – it was a sight to behold. His eyes were shut and his mouth was busy, but his left hand had strayed to her breast and he was kneading it – hiking her blood pressure to dangerous levels. She wanted to scream, she wanted to beg. But her most sincere desire was to please him, so she gave herself over to the euphoria and floated in a daze of bliss.

“I want you to come for me, love. And I want you to shout out one word – it doesn’t matter what that word is – whatever comes to mind.” She was so close; he could feel it. If he were a betting man, he would say that as soon as he took her clit between his lips - -

“Isaac!” she screamed as a rampaging climax threw her body into an electric storm of sensation.

There it was. Oh, yeah. Every muscle in her body contracted and he held her down, determined to give her an orgasm that she would never forget. Running two fingers into her channel, he sought out the spongy sweet spot and worked it – insuring that every pleasure circuit she had went into immediate overload. Isaac wasn’t immune; he was sexually incensed and eager to rut. It had not escaped his notice that the word she chose to declare her climax had been his own name. No, that reality was paramount – it fueled his desperation to cum.

Like a predatory panther, he moved over her, kissing a path up her body. The table was sturdy – and it was a good thing, because he was not a small man. Straddling her body, he reached for the bottle of oil and filled his palms with it. Rubbing them together, he gave her a knowing smile. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” She gave him a tremulous smile and nodded her head, maintaining her agreed upon silence. “I own your orgasms, now Avery. You are mine to pleasure – you are mine to take my pleasure in.” First, he rubbed his cock – up and down – with an oiled palm. It felt so good that his body wanted more, but he knew the treat that awaited him would be even better. Next, he cupped her tits and massaged the oil in them. She grunted, enjoying his touch. “I would rather play with your tits than eat. And I love to eat – but you are stacked, sugar-doll.” When he had them coated with the vanilla scented rub, he pushed them together. “God, look at you. You are hotter than any pin-up girl ever thought about being. And you’re all mine – my own private play-toy. My Avery.” Pushing his cock in the valley of her cleavage, he groaned – “Damn, that’s good. Do you like that – answer me, and keep your eyes locked with mine – I want to know you.”

“I love it. I love everything you do to me,” she offered, breathlessly.

He pulled out and worked his hips, his eyes closing with how good it felt. “Ummmm – oh, yeah.” Unfastening her hands, he gave her further instructions. “Push your tits together and hold them. I need my hands for other things. She did as he asked, and was glad she had when she found out what he was up to. Pumping between her breasts, he reached behind him and cupped her mound – massaging the whole vulva.

“Damn!” Avery gasped and Isaac burst out laughing.

“I take that as a compliment, church-girl,” he picked at her. “Now - - look at me, babe. Your eyes are glazing over with passion. I need for you to put the icing on the cake for me.” When he had her attention, he continued. “When I push up through the Valley of Delight – I want you to have that mouth open and lick and suck the head – every time I thrust, you reward me. Okay?”

“Yeah,” she let her eyes drop from his to the swollen purple cock – the object of her desire. She was enjoying everything, but – God, she hoped he fucked her soon. Surprising herself by giggling, she looked back at Isaac. “I just used the word fuck in my thoughts,” she said it, proudly, as if she had achieved a milestone.

“I love it. But don’t change too much, treasure, I love you just the way you are.”

From between her breasts, his cock emerged and she lovingly took the head in her mouth and suckled. Swirling her tongue around and around, she made the most of the time that she got to keep him in her mouth. When he pulled out, she whimpered – but in the next moment or so, she had him again. It was a toss up who was enjoying it more, and that was how it should be, she thought. To give him credit, he didn’t lose his concentration. He played her body like a fine instrument, pushing between her breasts and at the same time working magic between her thighs. Avery didn’t know what to do first – count her blessings or pray that this wasn’t a dream. He had said he loved her just the way she was – but did he mean it, or was it just something to say in the heat of the moment? Time would tell.

Too good, too good – Isaac picked up the pace knowing that he was about to cum. But, like any male animal, he had an irresistible urge to mark his territory. “You are mine, Avery – every last luscious inch of you belongs to me.” Standing up on his knees, he took his cock in his hand and pumped it – once, twice, three times and exulted as streams of white cum decorated her tits, her neck – even her lips. And what did his doll, do? She licked every bit she could reach and beckoned him with welcoming eyes – so he slid his still throbbing cock into her mouth and she swallowed the last pulsing drops – and licked him clean for good measure. Home – at last, Isaac McCoy was home.

****

“My God, Harper! What happened to you?” Noah was horrified to find a shaking, badly bruised woman standing shivering in the night air with only a beat up leather jacket wrapped around her naked body. She was huddled behind a dumpster, and he wouldn’t have found her at all if he hadn’t heard her sobbing.

“A scene went bad on me,” she hiccupped, as she let him wrap his coat around her waist to cover up her nudity. Even in the light that the security lamp gave off, Noah could see whip marks all over her body - red whelps, blood stripes. The sour taste of disgust almost made him throw up.

Leading her to his truck, he was torn between wanting to help her and wanting to get as far away from her as he could. “Who did this to you?”

“Ajax is what he called himself.” She sniffed loudly as he helped her up in the seat of the truck. “I think I need to go to the doctor, Noah.”