Crr-aaack! "Aaaaaggghh!"
I reeled Christine in and tossed her over my shoulder.
"Erik! ERIK!" She was flailing quite well for someone her size. I had thought that perhaps she'd have briefly taken me for a stranger attacking her in the darkness of the caverns, but I hadn't fooled her a bit. I was glad that didn't happen, actually, because I suspected I'd be in enough trouble without terrifying her any further.
As we moved into the light of home, she demanded "Alright. Put me down now." Kick, kick. Thump, thump. "Erik." I climbed the stairs to our room. "If you make me wake Erika…put me down!" she hissed.
Closing and locking the door…the spy had not yet embarked upon nighttime raids, but…not tonight, definitely.
I dropped Christine on the bed and had her nicely secured in no time. I am a speedy bastard when I have to be.
"Argh! I though we were through with this," she growled, disgusted.
"Never," I whispered, kissing her.
She snapped at me like a rabid little lapdog, came close to taking my ear off.
"Now, Christine, play nicely," I chided her.
"I'm not playing at all."
"You always say that, my love, but Erik can be very persuasive…"
"Erik would like to think so!"
I loosened her hair nicely, slipped her shoes off, kissed each of her little ballerina toes. She tried valiantly to kick me. One of the things I love most about Christine is how she simply refuses to accept that she's held fast; she never stops fighting her bonds. I take this as a divine sign that we were meant for each other.
"Stop that blasted humming!" she fussed.
"I'm sorry; is it bothering you? I'm just feeling so peaceful…so relaxed…"
"Oooohhh…" she threatened.
"You're exquisite, just lying there in the candlelight…but…" I flicked the knife open.
Christine gasped as her anger was vaporized. Her eyes widened steadily as I lowered the blade toward her chest. She held her breath when it came to rest on the neckline of her dress.
"…it's time to get you out of these clothes."
She screamed wordlessly as the layers of fabric gave way. The first slice laid her garments open to her belly. She actually seemed to think I was going to cut her open. Once she recovered from her terror over that, she was furious.
"You've lost your mind!"
"Some would say that's been true for a long time…but you love me anyway." I shredded her skirts the rest of the way. "There…nicely unwrapped. You may keep the hose though…mm…it makes you look like a rather naughty Christine." The demon was deeply moved by her appearance. I was grateful he'd decided to attend the party.
"Hmph."
My fingers fluttered, barely brushing her skin. "I think you're not as angry as you'd like me to believe…" I called her attention to her very erect nipples.
"I'm just cold," she insisted.
"Erik can remedy that…" I traced her ribs, drew spirals round her navel, over her belly.
Christine tried not to respond, but I heard her breath catch, anticipating my touch between her thighs. "…but…you have to ask nicely." My hand slipped back up to her waist. "You haven't made Erik feel very welcome."
"Untie me," she whispered.
"Nnnoooo…Erik's game, Erik's rules."
Christine sighed. "Take what you want and have done with it then." The demon liked the sound of that; he wanted out. He was in more of a rush than I.
"Are you sure?" I sent my hand on a little expedition.
"Stop it."
"You just told me to take what I want." Christine was struggling to give no sign of the disturbance my efforts were causing; it was delightful.
"I meant for you to get on with it," she grumbled.
"You feel quite inviting, but I'm in no particular hurry. What 'it' would you like me to get on with, exactly?"
"You know perfectly well what I mean."
'No I don't. For instance, this…" I forced a squirm from her, "…is this it?"
"No."
"No, I thought not. Then, there is this…" I slithered down and went for a taste of heaven. I was determined that she would beg me for it, positive I could hold out longer than she.
I kept to broad tongue strokes and offered only an infrequent flick on the bud—she would have to earn that attention. Her legs were tight and she wriggled her toes. "Is this what you mean?"
"N-no."
"Hmm." I moved up to her mouth for more sweet kisses. Christine's tongue was insistent. She felt the demon when I stretched out on top of her and she raised her hips as best she could.
"Christine knows what she wants…she simply refuses to say." I whispered.
I drew away and began to undress. "Stubborn Christine…ah, look. Here he is, here's Christine's friend. He's missed you. Say hello, darling—kiss? Mm, that's my good girl."
I stretched out beside her again. The demon nudged her hip persistently. He and Christine were both running short of patience with me.
"Is this it, Christine? Is this what you want?"
She refused to answer.
"Christine won't play nicely today, hm?" I sighed. "Well, Erik can let Christine go…but then Christine must say goodbye to her friend…" I admitted reluctantly.
I sat between her thighs and slipped the demon's head just over the threshold. Christine wriggled sufficiently to give me a delicious frisson. So welcoming…let her surrender soon, or I'll sacrifice my pride gladly.
"So, which is it, my diva? Freedom, or…fun?"
Still she refused to speak. Stubborn wench, she was dripping!
"Christine…answer, or Erik shall have to beat you."
That got her attention. "You wouldn't dare!"
"I think you've been rather surly this evening. Yes, Christine definitely needs a beating, I'm sorry."
"Erik, no." She sounded worried again, just when she'd though she was about to get what she wanted. Good.
I cut her loose and tied her hands behind her back and her ankles together. She started trembling, and I wrapped my arms around her. "It's alright, darling; trust me."
"I don't like this."
"What did Erik say?"
"Give it a fair trial."
"There's my good girl. Now, on your knees, please…and bend forward, chest on the bed, good girl. Comfortable?"
"I'd be more comfortable if I was untied and we could you-know-what like normal people."
"There you go, speaking your mind again." I swatted her adorable backside.
"OH!"
"Now, it wasn't as bad as all that, my dear." And again.
"Ow! Erik, don't do that again…please."
"Well, now I've got you all in position, and looking delectable, I must admit…I suppose if you don't want a spanking, I'll just have to pray these old knees hold out." I knelt behind her and slipped inside. It has most definitely been too long when you fear you'll spend the instant you feel her snug around you.
"Erik? What are you—oh, god…"
The rear view was exquisite: bound wrists, perfect ass, and disappearing demon. I confess I used her hard, but Christine loved it. As the pounding intensified, I covered her mouth with my hand because she was vocalizing so impressively. I wound up with a decent bite for my trouble, which only made it more fun.
I howled, buried myself to the hilt and exploded inside her. It was some time before the tremors finally ceased and I peeled away from her. I freed her wrists and ankles quickly and drew the comforter over us; we were both shivering from the sweat cooling our bodies.
"Erik…when can we do that again?"
"Ah, not right now."
"Tomorrow? If I can walk?"
"Yes, tomorrow. Christine?"
"Mm?"
"Sorry I waited so long."
"You're worth the wait…but don't let it happen again. Erik?"
"No."
"What?"
"No, I don't think it's a sin. All the animals do it that way."
"What if that's not what I was going to ask?"
"But it was, Christine."
"You're a beast."
"Agreed. And aren't you glad of it…"
