Freedom, part 4

"Very nice. You are exactly as I left you. Now, Heather, I

am going to cover your eyes so you can concentrate on your other

senses. If you are not alright with that, or anything else, you are

to tell me. Is that understood?" Grissom said His right hand was

stroking her hair while he spoke, and she tilted her head toward the

caress as she answered yes, in a voice so low he could barely hear

her. He walked around her, once again enjoying the view of her

lovely body from above, and stopped when he was directly behind her.

In his left hand, he held a black leather blindfold, lined

with thick white woolen fleece. He gathered her hair into a ponytail

and lifted it off of her neck, then slipped the elastic band of the

blindfold under her hair. Using both hands, he lowered the eye

covering into position. He felt her shiver and release a deep breath

she had been holding for the past few seconds, and smiled, knowing

this was working for her.

Grissom placed his palms on her shoulders for a moment, then

moved them down to grip her upper arms, pulling up and helping her

return to a standing position. His arms encircled her from behind,

pinning her arms against her sides. He lowered his head to kiss her

shoulder, working his way from the top of her arm to the base of her

graceful neck. She sighed and he pressed the front of his body

against her naked back, adding gentle nips to the kisses which were

now moving up her neck. When he reached her earlobe, he tightened

his grip, pulling her closer. She could feel the thick contour of

his hardness through the material of his pants, pressed tightly

against her ass.

Heather moaned and shifted her hips to position his erection

between the warm globes of her behind. She was of two minds, wanting

him to do it now; to throw her on the bed and take her, but also

loving the luxurious tension of their increasing desire. He lifted

his lips from her skin to speak, barely above a whisper. "You are

beautiful and you belong to me tonight, Heather. You will trust me

and do anything I require of you." She nodded her assent, and he

kissed her neck once more, then released her from his grasp. In

contrast to his warm touch, the air felt cold on her skin.

Then he was in front of her again, and he took her right

wrist in his hand, lifting it to waist level. She sensed a shift of

his body's position, and wondered if he was going to step away from

her, but his fingers remained curled around her wrist. When he

did release it, she immediately felt his grasp being replaced by the

soft fibers of a rope. It was wrapped twice around her wrist before

she felt his fingertips caress the inside of her arm, above and below

the rope, and then his palm resting flat against hers. To her

surprise, she realized that Gil was winding the rope around his own

wrist. He completed the action by manipulating the loose ends one-

handed until they formed a square knot, effectively binding the hands

of the controller and the controlled together.

He lowered their joined hands, and used his free hand to

stroke her breasts lightly, making her shiver when he grazed the

nipples. "Come with me," he said, taking a step to one side of her,

and she followed, more due to her automatic response to his voice

than to the physical connection the rope had created.

Navigating her own room gave Heather no cause for concern,

even without the benefit of vision. She knew he was taking her

toward the bed, and she smiled. Soon, she would have what she

desired even more than the deliciously building tension; the full

length of his body against hers.

When they were almost to the edge of the bed, he stopped, and

turned to face her again. "You are going to help me with something I

have wanted to do since the moment I saw you," he began, moving their

joined hands up to cup her right breast. He used his free hand to

curve her captive palm in a half-circle around the outside, while

his hand to which it was joined completed the circle from the inner

side. His thumb moved in a slow rhythm over her nipple while he held

her other wrist firmly behind her with his free hand and kissed her,

long and slow, on the lips this time. He could feel her pulse racing

as he moved his soft lips across her cheek, stopped the motion of his

thumb and then spoke to her again. "Now you are going to show me

everything, Heather, because that is what I want, everything."

He heard a small moan in response to his declaration, and

released his grip on the arm he had keep tightly pinned during their

kiss, moving her hand up to rest on his shoulder. He moved their

bound hands slowly and deliberately over her other breast and then

down her body, over her gently curved belly, and then lower, into the

upper edge of the soft, straight hair covering her sex. His

fingertips slid down the insides of her fingers, then stroked the

thin skin between them, and she sighed in pleasure at the unexpected

detail of such a sensual caress. "Anything you want," she

thought, "anything."

Gil could feel her body ease into a more relaxed and

compliant state, and he could see her lips move to form the

word "anything", even though no sound came from her. He smiled, and

knew she was ready now. He moved his free hand down her back, and

flattened his palm against the expanse of skin between her waist and

ass, bracing her body. Then he drew their hands lower, to the heated

pool that had formed between her legs. When he touched her slick

and hard clitoris, she gasped and her body jerked involuntarily from

the intense stab of pleasure.

"Do it with me, Heather," he instructed in a calm and

commanding tone which belied his exponentially increasing

desire. "Right now, do what I am doing," he continued, and he moved

his fingers down to her drenched entrance, then paused, waiting. Her

index finger pressed against his, and she followed as he led their

hands in a complete intimate exploration, both internal and

external.

He had made her his partner in her own sexual submission, and

the feeling of her hot and wet walls, tight against both their

fingers was magnificently exciting. He murmured his pleasure in her

and praise for her while they probed and stroked and stretched her.

He knew just how to use their combined hands for maximum stimulation

of the most sensitive spots and her hips were soon thrusting toward

him in response.

"Gil, please, I-" she began, gasping for the breath to form

her words. "I want you inside me, now, please. I-" He smiled and

stopped the motion of their hands, waiting. "Please, please, I can't

take much more, it is too-" she went on.

"You want to stop? I will stop if you want me to." he said,

curling his finger to make tiny circles on the spot inside her

vagina, behind the clitoris. She gasped again, torn between the

pleasure and her desire for more. She shook her head, no, but her

free hand moved to grasp his erection through the material of his

pants, making her request completely clear. He slowed and then

stopped the maddening massage on her g-spot and gradually withdrew

their fingers. He knew it was time.

"You may remove the blindfold," he said, and Heather reached

up with a trembling hand to stretch the elastic band and pull the

blindfold off over her head. For a moment, her eyes remained closed,

and he stroked her hair back into place. When her eyes opened, he

was looking directly into them with an intensity that made her feel

as if the center of her body had just done a 200 foot freefall.

She looked down, entranced by the sight of their bound

wrists. For all of her experience with restraints, she had never

seen a scene in which the Dominant and the submissive were joined

this way. She did not speak, but Gil seemed to hear her

thoughts. "I will take you without the rope, if you wish, or we can

stay this way a little longer." She did not know how to answer,

having barely heard anything after "I will take you." He waited, but

only for a few seconds, to be sure she did not yet need to be freed,

and then reasserted his control over her. "Sit down, and finish

undressing me," he ordered, and she immediately lowered herself onto

the edge of the bed. She overcame her hands' shakiness and removed

his pants and boxers quickly, finally being rewarded with visual

confirmation of the arousal she had felt earlier.

She wanted to wrap her lips around his thick and ready cock,

but held herself back long enough to gaze up at him and wordlessly

ask permission to take the privilege of serving him orally. "Oh

yes," he answered, "now." She leaned forward to lick the tip, then

circle the head with her tongue before sliding her moist lips down

the hard shaft, taking most of it into her mouth.

Fellatio was an act she had rarely performed during the past

decade, but at that moment it felt perfect to her. It thrilled her

to know the moans she was hearing were the result of her lips and

tongue caressing him. Almost too soon, he was moving back,

extracting himself from her luscious oral ministrations. Before she

had time to mourn the loss, he jerked the knot of the rope loose,

quickly unwound the rope from his wrist, and pushed her back onto the

bed. Before she could make an independent move, he grasped and

lifted her hips and thrust his full length deeply into her.

The explorations they had done earlier had left her ready for

this rough invasion and she cried out from the sudden pleasure of

being filled completely. The self-control and consideration for

Heather's comfort Gil had shown earlier was now replaced by the

animal need flowing between them. Within seconds, the first waves of

orgasm crashed over her and she pushed her body hard against his. She

felt the end of his cock prodding repeatedly against her cervix while

the white lights flashed behind her eyelids and her vaginal walls

clamped down hard, claiming him as aggressively as he was claiming

her.

She was perfect, he had time to think, just before her orgasm

triggered his own. The release was almost painful in its intensity

after such a long build-up, and his voice joined hers, calling out in

glorious desire fulfilled.

Even after the orgasms had receded and they became

consciously aware of their surroundings once more, both felt the

small aftershocks that follow the most intense earthquakes. He

stayed buried inside her until their bodies stilled, and the wild

creatures they had become had returned to their civilized, human

states. He withdrew slowly, enjoying the final moments of friction

before the air chilled his thoroughly wet cock, balls and thighs. He

saw Heather shiver as they broke contact, and bent to kiss her almost-

smiling lips lightly. He turned back the covers and she sighed in

gratitude, then wiggled beneath their warmth. He wanted nothing more

than to rest against the luscious and satiated body before him, but

he made himself resist the urge long enough to retrieve a hand towel

from the bathroom. He wiped the liquid proof of their mutual

pleasures from first Heather and then himself, making them both more

dry and comfortable for the sleep which beckoned.

As he crawled under the covers behind her, wrapping one arm

around her completely relaxed form, he felt the loose ends of the

rope, which was still wrapped loosely around her wrist, lying on the

sheet. "I'm sorry. I forgot to take this off," he began, propping

himself up on one elbow and preparing to remove the remnant of their

mutual bondage. Her other hand covered his to stop his actions, and

she turned to face him.

"Gil, please let me sleep this way. I want to see it when I

wake up and immediately remember everything," Heather said, with just

a hint of her assertiveness returning. He smiled, and agreed to her

request, silently overjoyed that this particular detail of a long-

held fantasy had worked so well for her, too.

He lowered himself back onto the pillow, and just before

sleep overtook them both, whispered "There will be much more. Much,

much, more."