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Chapter 4
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Chapter 4 Releasing her, and taking her by the hand, he led her into the kitchen. In the kitchen, she busied herself, getting down plates and wine goblets. He opened and poured the wine, as she divided the Thai food onto the plates and popped them into the microwave to reheat. When the microwave signaled it was done, she reached up, stretching to reach the appliance. A delicious twinge of sensation shot up her spine as her bottom brushed against the counter. She smiled to herself, wondering whether or not he’d left marks on her still sensitive ass. Taking a seat at the table, he allowed her to serve up the dinner. He watched as she gingerly took her sit opposite him at the table. He noted the way she waited, until he picked up his fork, before she began to eat. They ate quietly, absorbed in their own thoughts. Clearly, her mind was drifting because he had to say her three times before she acknowledged him. “Andrea, is there a problem with your hearing? Am I speaking too softly? Should I raise my voice so you can hear me,” he asked with an edge of hardness to his voice. “Uhhhh, no Sir, I can hear you just fine” she said with just a hint of sauciness. “A penny for your thoughts then” he said…”you seem so distracted.” “I uhhh was just thinking about Felicia, and the man tried to assault her. She said he was in a uniform, but she didn’t know if it was police, fire or coast guard. She said he was a brute, and that she’d punched him in the mouth when he tried to climb in her car window.” “She said what?” he choked as he laughed out loud. “I guess not everyone is an Officer and a gentleman like you sir.” She said with a small smile. “I hope if I ever run into that type of situation, that you’re with me. I don’t know what I’d do if I were in Felicia’s place. She’s just so much stronger and tougher then I am.” Let us move on to more pleasant things my pet he said as he pushed away the empty plates. She jumped to her feet and quickly cleared the table, placing the dirty plates in the sink and clearing away everything off the table. When she was done, she took a position kneeling in front of him, and waited for him to tell her what to do. She didn’t have to wait long. Helping her to her feet, he turned her so she was facing the dining room table. With a gentle push, he forced her to bend at the waist until her torso, and elbows were resting on the table. Holding her down on the table with one hand, he slipped the other under the elastic of her panties and stroked her ass slowly and gently. He lightly massaged the still sensitive skin, poking and prodding as he examined it closely. She let out a contented sigh as his massage sent rolling waves of heat out from her belly. He watched as she lowered her head so that it rested on the table and allowed her body to go limp. He removed the hand he had been using to pin her to the table and used it to pull her panties down. “Thank you sir, that feels wonderful” she said as her legs parted of their own accord. Pushing her hips back and upward, she wiggled her bum ever so slightly, taunting him and challenging him. Not rising to the bait, he instead, slipped first one, and then two fingers into her pussy and began to wiggle and twist them inside of her. She groaned, from deep down inside her chest and pushed up hard against his invading digits; enjoying the sensation of being poked and prodded. Withdrawing his fingers, which were now soaked with her juices, he traced the outline of her labia with his fingertips, seeking out and then gently circling her engorged clit. He was careful not to stimulate her too much. She knew he could easily bring her to the edge if he were not careful, and he was determined to make her for her earlier transgression. His wet slick fingers slipped easily inside her as he continued to finger her. Her moans and gasps, a very satisfying feedback to his efforts. With a twist of his wrist, his middle finger was suddenly positioned on her g spot, and he began a very slow figure eight with the tip of his finger against her hyper sensitive spot. It was as if his finger was connected to a high voltage power supply as it probed and prodded her. He heard her give a moan as her whole body began to vibrate. Her hips convulsed and pushed back against his hand, trying to draw him deeper, and she squeezed her legs tightly together to try and trap his hand and prevent him from removing the stimulation that had brought her so close to the edge. He was easily able to pull his hand back and deny her the stimulation she so desperately wanted, and he laughed cruelly, when she whimpered as he pulled his hand away. Laying there, face down on the table, panting and squirming she had a horrifying thought…. “what if he does this to me again and again”. He loved the feeling of slipping his fingers inside her. The heat, the wetness, and way that his twisting and probing touches could elicit such a primal and unguarded response from her gave him pleasure and excited him . He loved toying with her g-spot, teasing it ,and sending her into fits of convulsions. She was like a finely tuned musical instrument and he was her maestro. Stepping back, he told her to stay still and not move before he moved off into the kitchen and began opening and closing kitchen drawers. She had no idea what he was up to, but her instincts told her he was up to mischief. He returned from the kitchen with a wooden spoon and some ice cubes. Before she could question what he was going to do with the wooden spoon, he forced her legs apart, spreading them as wide as he could and exposing the apex of her thighs. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he tapped the head of the wooden spoon against her pussy; not enough to cause her pain and distress, but strong enough to get her attention, and make her dance. Again and again, the spoon tapped against her, sending electrical pulses, through her body. The tapping spoon was both a curse and a blessing. The repetitive tapping action added to her stimulation and brought her closer to the edge. At the time, it was not quite stimulating enough, and was not enough to take her far enough so that she could have her release. He brought her closer and closer to the edge, adding to her torment and her need. Her whole body was a raw nerve, and even the lightest touch would be enough…. The sound of her whimpering was rewarding to him. He was thoroughly enjoying her torment and had no intention of ending it any time soon. The tapping went on. Eventually, he grew bored with the spoon, and he abandoned it in favour of the ice cube. He started, running the ice cube up the back of her leg, from her calf, to the back of her knee and then up the inside of her thigh. When he pushed the ice cube up between her legs, against her labia and rubbed it against her clit, she screamed… loudly. He undid his belt buckle, and allowed his trousers to drop around his ankles. The sound of his pants hitting the floor opened the floodgates for her, and she found herself, immediately, and thoroughly wet. Without a word, he positioned himself behind her and slowly slid his cock inside her. Both of them moaned aloud at the sensation. He loved the feeling of entering her. The heat, the wetness, the way she enveloped him and drew him deep inside her, it felt like the first time…every time. He struggled against the base instinct to plow relentlessly into her and instead, savoured the union, drawing the moment out and deliciously denying himself his most primal and carnal desire. Edging slowly forward, he eased inch, by inch deeper into her belly until he could go no deeper. As he pulled back, he struggled to maintain control. Her gasps and moans of pleasure made it even more difficult for him to stick to his game plan. Using an old trick, he ran mathematical equations through his head, distracting him from the exquisite pleasure he was experiencing. It almost worked… until she begged him to fuck her… hard. Hearing those words coming from her mouth broke down the last of his resolve, and he began to thrust harder and harder. The sound of his hips slapping against her ass filled the room, and drove the air from her lungs. She gripped the far edge of the table, holding on for dear life as he pounded her for all he was worth. Reaching up, he grabbed her hair again and pulled back, hard, using it for leverage and forcing her to arch her back . With his free hand, he gripped her hip, sinking his fingers into her silky soft flesh like an eagle gripping it’s prey. Her orgasm caught them both by surprise. It was upon her before she realized it and all of a sudden she was convulsing and shivering while bright lights burst behind tightly closed eyes. She began to sob and wail as she lost the last vestige of control over her body. It was an epic meltdown for her. The sight of her melting down didn’t phase him. He kept pounding away, drilling her from behind and ravaging her body; his pace frenetic and merciless. At last, a growl deep in his chest became a snarl, and then a howl, as his own orgasm over took him. Leaning forward, he collapsed on top of her and sunk his teeth deep into the back of her neck and convulsing as he pumped his seed deep into her belly. |
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