6.
Ariadne always felt secure in his arms. Arthur's were strong and capable. She never feared he would drop her. It was a wonder he didn't drop her or run into a wall while carrying her. She had his full attention focused on her lips the entire time he was carrying her into their spartan bedroom.
"I'm not really tired." She said giving him one more quick kiss.
Arthur only grinned. A devilish grin.
"You will be." He said.
The Point Man unceremoniously dumped her on their bed to her protesting laughter. She feigned escaping from him as the sheer thrill of their fevered moments was upon her.
He only laughed and grabbed her shoes. Pulling them off dispute her shrieks of false protests and laughter. Unable to hide the wide smile on her face.
Ariadne rolled over to get a better view of him. He was dressed in his normal clothing. A neatly pressed shirt and tie. A deep brown color that matched his eyes perfectly. His vest matched his slacks. Even if they had no plans to go out today, she knew he would never dress 'casual'.
Removing her shoes easily, the Point Man started on the jeans she was wearing. His strong purposeful fingers roaming the fabric covering her legs. She felt an excitement coming over her at the feel of his hands on her. The nearness of his body. The wonderful moments, better then any other. The moments of anticipation. She realized she was biting her lip hard to keep her emotions in check. To keep the blush from rushing to her face as she laid back and allowed Arthur's hands to traverse her body.
They traveled up her legs, carefully unzipping her pants. Magic hands, warm on her skin. She was breathing deeply as she felt his fingers probe under her blouse. Discovering her soft flesh hidden there. Her skin became energized at his touch. His fingers discovering her body, inch by inch.
She was sliding out of her jeans as he perversely exposed her breasts. Freeing them for her lacy bra. His lips attacking her nipples. A slow, agonizing suckle. Almost like greed. As if her beasts were his possession and not hers.
She could have gotten lost in the total demeaning aspect of that idea, but her hands had wandered down to her panties. Finding that tormented place between her legs that would have to stand another round of her abuse, as well as his.
She was getting used to always finding herself already wet. Sometimes she would not be thinking about sex at all and she would still grow damp for no reason. Now, her wetness had already gone right through the lacy fabric of her underwear.
Her sex was hungry. It's pulsating core was wanting his attention. It was neglected last night and it needed to be fed. Her hand dipped around her folds finding her clitoris, her hips bucking sharply upward at her own contact.
The Point Man felt her sudden movement and tore his attentions away from her breasts. With a look of agitation, if not down right anger, he grabbed her hands and forced them up over her head.
"None of that." He ordered. "Form now on, you don't get off till I get you off."
Ariadne found her self nodding and whispering her compliance as her ravenous desire tried to grind against him. While holding her arms easily down with one hand, Arthur swiftly restrained her hips with the other.
"You better calm down, I don't want to have to tie you up." He breathed harshly into her ear. His hot wet breath only made her hips buck up harder. An involuntary reaction to his breath on her ear, but also his words.
Wild thought of him tying her to the bed fluttered through her mind. Of him fucking her wildly as she was helpless and restrained. She wanted to tell him to do it. Or better yet, be purposely bad so he would have to do it.
Would he make good on this threat?
She realized she was moaning loudly as he continued to ravish her nipples. The need between her legs was now screaming for pleasure. For contact.
She willfully defied him. She had to rub away that raw pulsing need that was causing her such delicious torture. Her hand escaped his grip to sneak down to her panties again. Delighted to find herself soaking wet. Her dampness spreading. Her fingers slid in easily enough. No time to satisfy anything before his large hand was on hers again. Forcefully removing her.
"What did I say?" He growled into her ear. "What did I tell you?"
His face was a mask of lust. Of naked angry want. It was the face of a man not to be crossed.
"Do you want me to tie you up? Do that again and that's exactly what will happen." He threatened.
She responded to his threat by thrusting her hands down her panties again. Rubbing herself. Making herself gasp as her stolen self pleasure.
She met her lover defiantly in the eyes as he leaned away from her. His hands going to his neck tie. He easily undid it and stripped it free of his neck and collar.
With swift easy movements, he pulled her gently up to the head of their bed. Striping her of her blouse and bra in the processes. She willingly allowed him to tie her hands to the iron work of the antique bed frame.
The silk tie felt comfortable on her skin as she was easily restrained. Her arms trapped over her head. The excitement of her body, naked except for panties, exposed and helpless to him. He had done a good job of tying her up. She made a feeble attempt of freeing herself but relaxed as she realized she could not escape.
"I love you." He whispered in her ear. A sweet kiss to her lips before his mouth returned to her exposed breasts. His warm lips were on her nipples. His hands caressing them, pulling them even more erect. A wonderful torment that made her sex squirm under his abuse.
His nails raked along her ribs, waist and hips. Not hard enough to cause any pain, but enough to force her body to tense and thrust upward.
Arthur abandoned her then. Left her exposed body to the thrill of the cool air. Her breasts and nipples, abused by his mouth. Her neglected sex painfully wanting.
"Arthur..." She whispered. He managed to open her eyes and saw he was striping. He was meticulously taking off his vest, shirt and pants. He had all the time in the world to claim his prize. Knowing she wasn't going anywhere.
She was squirming under his inattention. Her sex screaming wrathful things. She watched as he was now nude. His erection, red and angry. Looked even more fevered then her own need was.
Arthur ignored what must have been a discomfort for him. Returning to her, his hands on her panties, he stripped them. The air on her wetness was liberating. His hands returned to her thighs, parting them. Exposing her shameful lust to him. Her hairless fold hiding nothing.
His breath on her naked folds surprised her. It was something he had never done before. Then again, tying her up was nothing he had done before either. She automatically bucked her hips wildly away from him. Her need pulsing. Her hands trying to pull herself free of her entrapment. The headboard jerking harshly before slamming back into the wall.
His hands forcefully pulled her hips back to him. She realized she was keeping her lower half up by her tip toes. The endorphins in her body giving her strength. Keeping her body tense.
She felt him then. His hands wandering her sex. Exploring her folds. Then his hot breath was on her tenderness. The exposure to the warmth of him caused her to moan softly. She felt his tongue flicker in and out.
Tasting her.
Teasing her.
Tormenting her.
His own warm mouth on her sex bud caused a scream to escape her lips. Her wrists aching now from being restrained and fighting. If her hands were free she would hurt him. She would scratch and claw him. Force him to stop his brutal torture of her and give her what she needed.
"Arthur!" She screamed sharply. Her hands pulling hard on her fastenings.
His head snapped up. A smile on his face. Pleased to see his loved gasping and moaning. Pleased to see her almost suffering.
"Arthur please!" She screamed again as his tongue returned to her hot wetness. Flicking in and out.
"Tell me..." He said gruffly. His face a rage. "Tell me what you want."
"I..." She gasped. Ariadne wasn't Sadie. She could never be vulgar. Couldn't bring herself to...
"Say it! He ordered sharply, his hand pressing down on her swollen desire. It caused an instant ripping want to course though her body.
"Oh!" She screamed as she tried to maneuver her hips away from him.
"Say it!" He shouted.
"Please, please fuck me! Please!" She cried. Ashamed of herself. Ashamed of voicing her need.
He rented then. Willing to give her want she wanted.
His body returned to her. It's warm heat felt blissful on her skin. She vaguely was aware that she was repeating 'please' over and over again as she felt his hands spread her legs, spread her fold and easily slid into her. Her moisture allowing him easy possession.
She gave out a moan as she felt his shaft enter her. The warmth of it felt amazing. Her wetness had grown wildly. Her sex, now crazed from its deprivation, took all of him.
His erection was harder then normal. It's rock like force driving her in an almost painful way. Her well lubed passage was her only defense against it's primal nature as Arthur thrust recklessly into her. She bit her lower lip hard as she tried not scream out all the wanton lustful things that came into her mind.
She wanted to tell him to go harder, faster. Please don't stop. She wanted to tell him to kiss her nipples again. To ride her. To mate like animals.
She could feel his nails on her buttocks. Scratching her. Suddenly feel his lips on her breasts again. Making her realize she had said it all out loud. She blushed hard at her own mania. He was smiling as he kissed her neck and cheeks.
His rhythm was frantic now. His hot shaft slamming into her. Her hairless sex allowing the feel of his skin to stir her even more. She felt her body jerk. A final debilitating spasm seized her as she climaxed.
Her body was spent and exhausted.
Her breathing hard and fatigued.
Arthur slowed his thrusting down as his lips met hers. He was whispering he loved her . Whispering that he never wanted to spend another night apart from her.
The feel of his body on top of hers. His slow gentle ride.
He untied the neck tie and released her hands. Her arms immediately wrapping around his neck. Pulling his body as close to her as possible. She could feel his heart beat through his chest.
"Come inside me." She begged softly as she could feel him tense. His face growing red. He was nodding and grunting as she felt his life force released from him. Feel the hot power of him enter her passage and find a home.