Chapter Two
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Abby Sciuto, utterly helpless, spread wide on the King bed by taut ropes tied to the corners of Tim McGee's bed, feels her labia part in response to the touch of his eyes. They are parting - on their own - anticipating firmer and more sensual touches. She feels her face reddening from her efforts to free herself from a captivity she never wants to escape, imagining that her nether lips are reddening as well between her widely spread, straining legs. "Are you mad?" she cries, straining uselessly at the bonds that hold her secure, helpless.
"No, Abby," Tim McGee assures her with a smile, coming up along the side of the bed, his fingers tracing up the inside of her left leg. "I'm feeling very good, in fact. Quite happy." His fingers come up her calf, tickle past her knee and her heart's racing.
He runs his fingers up her right thigh, slowly, his touch makes her tingle and she's gasping, can't get air fast enough into her heaving chest. She can't see well over her blouse, her full breasts block her view unless she keeps her head up off the mattress as his fingers come closer, closer, electric tingling making her taut leg jump and quiver.
She's writhing, straining against the ropes, not to fight him but because she can't stop! Closer - closer - her vulva tingles in anticipation and her hips thrust on their own, needing his fingers as he comes up her tingling thigh, closer and closer. She feels her racing pulse in her lips as he brushes an inch away, half inch, quarter inch - and then he's gone, teasingly draws away.
She can't help it, she can't keep the act going, not when everything she wants - needs - longs for - and then she feels his fingertips tickle her pubic fur.
His fingers pet just the tips of the fur that forms the body of the tattooed bat, and she gasps at the sensation carried on a high voltage charge through every cell of her body. She raises her hips, needfully seeking his fingers but he draws away, just touches enough to move the tips of each individual hair. The sensations flare through her hips, spear her vagina with lightning, shoot down her widely spread legs and up to charge her heaving, tingling breasts. She's panting hard, feeling all those charges come back along her body, knowing that when they meet to electrify her labia, to sear her clitoris, that she's going to-
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He releases her and picks up another leather strap.
She gasps, trembling, unable to speak, her body tingling as every charge stops where it is and just stays there, not moving to meet at her...
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When she can breathe again, just enough to force a quivering whisper out; "Wha– what're you going to do with tha–?"
She realizes the answer immediately as he secures the black leather to her right wrist, the silver ring behind her hand. "Noooo," she 'begs' as he secures her wrist. But the cry isn't fear, it's for the orgasm that's going away as the charges fade - even as new ones, more intense ones build as her right wrist is tightly bound. He picks up the last strap, wraps the leather tightly about her left wrist.
He leans close and she sees the firm tenting in his pants inches from her. Her mouth waters and her body flares at his closeness - and she can't even reach for him.
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"Please, Tim, I'll do everything you ask! Don..." It's so hard this time to say that word - but she still plays the innocent victim of the much more powerful man she's completely helpless to fight.
Tim ignores her false pleas and threads the end of one rope down along the right leg of the bed and then drops the length of rope upon her breasts, emphasizing her helplessness. He starts for the foot of the bed.
"Tim!" He halts beside her. "Please!" Her whisper quivers, she can't get her voice under control any more than she can her body. "I'm begging you." But she won't say what she's begging for until he reaches down, his finger pets her clitoris and the blast convulses her, leaving her gasping.
He pets her clitoris, then runs his fingertip down and up her vagina, wetting it well before going back to stroking her clit. She thinks she can actually feel the nub trembling as it blasts sensation through her tied body.
She can't speak, can barely groan, can only gasp as the sensations blast her, bring her higher and higher. Her cries are meaningless, she can't form a word other than in that ancient language of a woman completely at the mercy of her man.
She shifts her hips to feel him more firmly, to give herself over to anything he wants her to do, to be, to feel - and she feels what he's doing to her clitoris all the way up to her hair.
"I love it when you beg."
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He goes around to the other corner, runs the long rope securing her left wrist about the bed's foot as her body tingles and she's left gasping in the almost-orgasm. He returns to her right side, bringing the rope with him, taking the other rope off her blouse covered breasts and uses one hand to pull the necktie loose, then pulls both ropes slowly.
As she play struggles hopelessly he plays her on left and right sides as he had her leg, stealing inch by inch away, drawing her arms apart, her hands reaching out for each corner of the mattress until she's stretched wide, tugging and yanking frantically, utterly helpless.
He pulls tighter and she's trapped, hands pinned to each corner of the king size mattress.
Holding one rope securely, he wraps the other around the headboard so it won't slip, then knots the other in place before returning to the first.
He knots the ropes securely and gazes down on his helpless victim, seeing she can barely hold back her smile.
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"Tim, please!"
He sits down on the side of the bed beside her and reaches for the first button of her white blouse.
"You didn't have to do this," she insists, but he just undoes each button in turn, exposing her inch by inch.
"Please, Tim," she 'begs', but her racing heart gets in the way as she strains upward, longing to feel the touch of his hands, maddeningly out of reach, on her breasts. Gradually he opens her blouse. He draws the material from under the rope securing her stomach and separates her blouse to either side of her body, and only her front-closure bra defends her.
He reaches for the tiny latch holding the white bra together. She could beg again but knows it's hopeless as, with a simple flick of his fingers, he unlocks her protection.
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Abby gasps, her heart slamming. Her labia, helplessly spread and exposed behind him, tingles and she thinks she feels her lips opening and closing hungrily. Not touching her heaving breasts, he lifts the white cups off them, spreads them aside. She feels his eyes caressing her breasts - and then his fingertips pet her nipples!
She gasps, the sensation more intense for being taken rather than 'given'. "Please don't do this! Tim, I'll do anything you want!"
She almost feels silly to say it. She's going to do everything he wants now, so what is that as incentive to release her? And no part of this is rape, her tingling vagina and longing breasts remind her.
'Can't rape the willing,' flashes through her mind.
She just wishes he would–
He bends down. His lips kiss her nipple as she gasps again, then moans in unendurable sensation as he draws her nipple between his lips, licking the tip with long, slow sensuous strokes of his tongue. His hand caresses her other breast, petting her, making her cry out in fiery passion.
She groans, gasping for breath, feeling the insane sensations in her breasts flare down to sear her vulva with bolt after bolt of lust, unable to keep up the pretense of terror and pleading, unable to keep from pulling at the ropes that secure her spread-eagled upon the bed as he fondles and licks and sucks her breasts. But this time she's pulling because she so desperately wants to get her hands on him.
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Just when she feels herself build up until she thinks she's going to scream, he gets off the bed to stand up beside her, leaving her panting and groaning, her body writhing, pulling desperately on the ropes. She's wanted him on her for so long - needed him in her!
Standing beside her, he very slowly reaches for the first button of his shirt, slowly opens it, reaches for the next as she stares, gasping, her body tingling, quivering with almost-orgasm that sustains itself at 99 when she needs that very last 1 and she stares, trembling as he moves to the next button, the next, the next...
He pulls the shirt off, lets it drop to the floor and Abby feels bolts of lust sear her vulva, charge her clitoris and blast through her trembling body to electrify her breasts as he tugs his white shirt from his pants and very slowly raises it, showing her a quarter inch at a time and her body strains at the ropes, desperate to reach him.
Up … and up… and up it goes and she's losing her mind - she's long ago lost control - as she stares hungrily. The shirt passes his chest and her vagina clenches, longing for his touch. Her full, tingling breasts long to be flattened by that chest.
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He drops the shirt and reaches for his belt. She tries to speak, to urge him on, to beg to be the one to do this but only lustful groans emerge as her hands clench needfully, held out far from her pleasure.
He drops his pants more suddenly than she expected and she can only gasp breathlessly, straining for him. His firm legs are as she remembers but she can't rip her eyes from the high tenting of his shorts. She remembers him, her body tingles, she longs for him, she strains to reach him, she wants to get her mouth around - she needs him!
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"Please! Pleeeaaase!"
"Please what?" he asks, reaching down and petting her nipple, sending an explosive flare through her straining body.
"Let me see it! I have to see it! Pleeeaase!"
Ultra-slowly he reaches for the elastic waistband as she strains, hands helplessly far away, her quivering, clenching vagina helplessly far away, all she can move is her head, she wants her mouth on it - needs her lips about it - she's starving for it and he's so slow!
Half inch, quarter inch, eighth inch, he keeps slowing down as she strains for him and still he won't-
Her slamming heart races, her body clenches as she sees it and her vagina clenches in memory and need! "Please!"
"Please what?"
"Let me have it! Please! Let me - let me suck it!"
He leans closer, she strains against the ropes, he comes closer, she reaches longingly, tongue out, stretching, the scent of him driving her mad. She strains with her tongue, her very tip touches his tip
and he's gone.
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She cries out, frustrated, collapsing onto the mattress as he steps to the foot of the bed. She feels the mattress move between her widely spread legs and looks down between her having breasts.
He's crawling up between her straining thighs and he kisses her left thigh, right at her most sensitive spot; a long, sensual, licking kiss that burns her nerves and shoots up through her crotch, past her breasts and mouth to shoot sparks out the tips of her hair.
He stops, moves to her right leg, she feels his hot breath tickle her bare flesh before his lips touch her. His hot lips drive her mad, his tongue explodes her quivering flesh and the searing blast lashes her straining clitoris and splits to shoot up her body, through her breasts to spark a thousand volts through her nipples!
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She trembles, her fragmented gasps so fast and chaotic she fears she'll suffocate and wants to die in the orgasm that's so close - that's so Close! - as he kisses and licks her left thigh an inch higher than the last. Light flashes behind her clenched eyes, she strains to reach him and her words are an insane collection of garbled sounds.
She cries out when, seconds later, he returns to making love to her right thigh. Hands clenched, arms and legs straining, she can't - and must - endure the sensations. She feels as though bunnies are cavorting insanely up her legs as he switches from side to side, always rising by an inch closer each time to her quivering, clutching, spasming -.
She tries to speak, to urge him on, but her chaotic gasps keep her reduced to tiny, mindless cries. She longs to wrap her legs around him, to have his hands on her heaving breasts but he touches nothing save with his hot hungry mouth and her struggles let her nowhere near him. Everything she feels, every touch, is centered on those hot and hungry lips, that teasingly maddening tongue.
Inch by insane inch he comes, almost to her crotch...
Then suddenly he's there!
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His lips pressed to hers in the most sensual kiss she's ever imagined, she feels his lips open hers and his tongue darts out seeking - exploring - finding!
"TIM!" she shrieks as his hands slip under her bottom and his lips move sensuously along hers. His tongue draws up her vulva, up along her soft labia with a long, hot sensuous stroke as her head falls back upon the pillow, her impassioned cry filling the room.
He licks her again, slowly, his tongue drawing upward along her labia and a long lingering stroke along her sensitive clitoris. She cries out, unable to form words, straining against the taut ropes as he licks her again. Concentrating on her sensitive lips and even more intense clitoris, he sucks it gently between his lips, licking and sucking as fire consumes her, her cries mount until every breath is a squeal of pleasure.
"Deeper!" She barely manages to gasp between licks, and she feels his thumbs spread her labia and his tongue delve deeply into her before drawing back out to 'attack' her clitoris, the sensation driving her out of her mind.
He delves in deeper, searching by her responses, concentrating upon wherever seems to make her try to jump out of her bonds.
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She tries to beg, to plead, but she can't say the words. Every time he attacks her sensitive flesh her words, her mind, are ripped from her and she writhes helplessly before him, a vulnerable, willing victim of his merciless mouth.
When he varies his attack with rapid flicks of his tongue over her clitoris she clamps her mouth tightly shut and tries to keep her scream from alerting the neighbors.
He brings his hands out from cupping her ass cheeks and reaches up to her heaving breasts, his hot hands covering her sensitive mounds, gently squeezing, his hands bursting ecstasy through her. He licks her deeper, comes back out and draws his tongue maddeningly along her clitoris, squeezes her breasts and traps her hardened nipples between his fingers and she can't keep her lips clamped together. His tongue presses firmly up and along her clitoris and she's crying out so fast she can't breathe.
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Suddenly he's gone.
She can't unscramble the sensations as she opens unfocused eyes and he's above her, but still touching her lips and it actually takes a second to realize it's him at her quivering, clutching, clenching lips.
She tries to buck higher, but he's not in reach! "Please!"
"Please what?" he asks teasingly, maddeningly.
"F*CK M–!" Her cry jumps to a shriek as he impales her, drives deep and hard, his pelvic bone pressed firmly against her clitoris and her body explodes, writhing wildly in insane chaos under him as she bucks against him, riding his merciless flesh that fills her to bursting and she grips him tightly in her, tight as she can, squeezing and screaming and shrieking and bucking wildly as her body is blasted by an atomic vortex under him.
Her hot cream sears him and the bed loudly protests her shaking, writhing body as her shrieks tear the mortar from the walls. He doesn't move in her yet as she bucks against him, her vagina and clitoris seared by billions of volts by his lightning rod. She grips him with insane strength as behind her clenched eyes stars explode and the universe comes to an end.
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When it's over, centuries later, when the stars return to their proper places and she returns to hers - tied spread-eagle and naked in Tim's bed - she lays panting, unable to move a muscle. But the fullness spreading her trembling lips, spreading her vaginal walls, feeling like it reaches almost to her ovaries, reminds her that though she feels finished he hasn't yet begun.
She gasps as he slowly slides back out of her clutching body, hangs breathless on the trembling edge of conquest - and cries sharply, a mini-scream as he fills her.
She wants to tell him to wait, he doesn't as he again pulls back and her body, divorced from mind or thought, welcomes him with straining passion. Again he draws back. When he thrusts hard into her it rips a shriek from her that nearly deafens them both.
He lowers himself upon her, his body covering hers, not with his full weight but his sustained hardness, chest to her full, heaving breasts, stomach to stomach, hard crotch to her helpless, wide spread femininity and his hot lips to her questing, straining mouth.
She gasps at the overwhelming sensation as he invades her. He presses deep - again - again - harder - faster - harder - faster - har - -
She shrieks, the intensity driving her over the edge and that last orgasm had only been a prelude to -!
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By the watch still on her wrist and barely visible above her head, it's an incredible three hours since he'd grabbed her by the time he finally finishes. In that long period he'd paid extremely thorough attention to her breasts, her vagina, and every other inch of her from feet to hands. His exploration of her body after the first frenzied insanity had been extremely thorough, loving and complete. Every millimeter of her has been touched and caressed and loved.
He hadn't been stingy either, feeding her a divine meal of Irish sausage she'll always remember and knows she'll often long for seconds over.
Ultimately he lies beside her, his body not on her spread arm or leg, but still he gently pets her labia, strokes her wet vulva, knowing that every tiny touch is driving her mad, keeping her writhing upon the fine edge of a thousandth climax. Her body trembles with every movement of his hand as though she's filled with kittens.
"Tim! I beg you. Stop a minute!" She can't think with what his hand is doing between her legs.
He bends over, his lips touch hers warmly, but he doesn't stop petting her, one finger slipping teasingly between her soft, wet lips. "I love it when you beg."
"Very funny. But you've had your fun."
"So have you. And I'm not done."
"Three hours? You're done. Untie me." She catches his eyes. "Please?" He strokes her clitoris and she stiffens, her head thrown back, her frantic gasps sharp.
"Not done yet."
"Please!" she gasps, breathless. But after an insane, almost merciless and eternal minute when the shrieking she hears she isn't sure is real or in her scrambled mind, he slows his stroking of her quivering clitoris and lets her ease down with gentler caresses until she can breathe. It's been the wildest three hours of her entire life but she can stand no more.
"Please - untie me." She tugs at the ropes. "Please?"
He shakes his head. "Sorry, no can do."
She can't believe she's heard him right. "What?" She picks up her head, looking at him.
"I promised you if you opened the door I would tie you up, and I am a man of my word."
"Well, yeah, it was insane, glorious, my hair is going to be shooting sparks for a week - but it's over now."
"Sorry." He shakes his head again in mock sadness. "I never said a word about untying you."
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She stares at him, appalled, realizes he's very serious. He ducks his head to her breast and gently licks, his tongue coming around her nipple, sending flares of new lust through her jangled nerves and she flings back her head, groaning in fresh stimulation.
He keeps doing it, again petting her wet labia, tickling her clitoris and she can't speak, can't think, can't do anything but writhe helplessly on the bed, the vulnerable victim of his cruel tongue and hand.
Four minutes later "Tim!" she cries when he lets her breathe again.
"In fact, I promise you that you are going to spend this entire weekend right here."
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"What?" she gasps, unable to believe this. Tied to his bed for the weekend?
"I'll change the sheets, let you up for the bathroom or for a shower; or to eat or drink, but otherwise you'll be tied or cuffed right here. If you're really good maybe I'll just cuff one hand to the headboard or tie your wrists to your ankles to keep you from running away at night. But other than that you are going to be right here until Monday morning."
"Tim!" He bends down and licks her again, a long, lingering sensual stroke of his tongue over her trembling nipple. He sucks her nipple between his lips, licks her as he strokes her labia and clitoris. He uses his fingers to spread her, one finger slips deep into her tightness and she cries out in overwhelming sensation.
He boosts himself up so he can attack her other nipple, drawing groans of delight from her as he spreads her lips wider with his fingers, this time delving deeply and she strains at the ropes, her body convulsing helplessly.
He searches for and by her responses he finds her G-spot again. She throws her head back, gasping and squealing as he drives her higher, not stopping, not letting her pause, her cries mewling pleas of lust until, mercilessly, he brings her to another orgasm as she convulses upon the bed, her vaginal muscles clenching his finger and he sucks her nipple, licks her tip, presses even more firmly into her, trailing his hand along her exploding clitoris –
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The orgasm seems to last forever, but finally it ends and she's left limp, gasping on the bed, splayed out and helpless, weak and spent. It takes more than a minute for her to be able to open her eyes - and she sees his possessive, commanding smile….
And she knows without a doubt that he will keep her as his helpless Love Captive for the entire weekend, just as he'd said.
He is, after all, a man of his word.