A Detail of Intimacy

A Detail of Intimacy – Part 1

 

"I've only got the weekend,” Marie told him. "I'm willing and I want to have this...I need to find out about you before it's too late."

 

Tom held her to him, his words a quiet whisper. "You know how it will be. I won't be kind. You will know that you are mine."

 

She pulled back, staring into his eyes - counting the lines at the corners, watching his eyes glint in the moonlight. "I know how it will be. But I know you won't hurt me - not really" she whispered to him.

 

They entered his home hand in hand, locking the door behind them. He tossed his keys on the coffee table in the living room and directed her to climb the stairway and wait in his bedroom.

 

She obeyed his command, their hands parting slowly as if lovers being parted for the last time. He watched her ascend the stairs, admiring how she carried herself and wondering if this were the right thing to do.

 

They had known each other since childhood. For long and long they'd had a silent romance, never actually speaking of it, let alone acting on it. And now, she was leaving for Europe. Chances were that they were not likely to see each other again.

 

Certainly they would speak to each other on occasion. But, as it is with most friends separated by long distances, time and life would come between them. Sure, they would probably see each other a time or two in the ensuing years. In time, however, they would have nothing to talk about but old times and old feelings never acted upon.

 

And so it was that she came to him before she departed, exposing herself and her feelings as she had not before. And he, feeling the fool for never exposing his own feelings, exposed himself. Sadly, it was too late for them to find more than mutual feelings and a brief weekend of lovemaking.

 

Truth be told, she was frightened. Over the years they had shared their intimate secrets with each other. He had told her what few knew and she had done likewise. The contrast was that, while her intimacies were of a more standard variety, his were just the opposite. And that was what had kept her from exposing her feelings before.

 

She heard his steps, heavy and slow, as he ascended the staircase. He appeared in the doorway of the bedroom carrying a large canvas duffel bag. Inside she suspected were the "toys" that he had told her about. It was at this moment that she wondered if she could take a night with him, let alone a weekend.

 

Slowly, he walked to the bed and bent over, placing the bag on the floor. Then he removed his gloves slowly, placing them on the bag. He sat next to her on the bed and ran his hand through her sandy curls, his lips brushing her cheek.

 

She shivered, goose bumps covering her skin. She turned, embracing him and kissing him hard on the lips. Soon they were prone on the bed, embraced as they had imagined so many times before.

 

He rolled over the top of her and pulled back. "Are you sure?" he asked, hoping she would say "Yes" and fearing, for her, the consequences.

 

"Yes" she whispered, "I'm sure."

 

As if they were animals, they began removing each other’s clothing. And soon, they were naked, sweating and panting, emitting guttural noises.

 

Her hands felt between his legs, grasping for his member. She gripped his hardness and fought to push it inside of her, failing as he pulled back. She screamed in frustration, knowing full well that he was not going to be malleable as her other lovers had been.

 

He pulled back from her, sitting up on his knees between her legs. Leaning forward, he placed his hands on her breasts, cupping them. Then he ran his hands slowly down her body. She stiffened as his hands gently brushed her sex and began their descent down her legs.

 

She felt his strength as his hands stopped at her ankles, grasping them. Too soon, he released her ankles and stepped off of the bed, kneeling down. She heard the zipper of the bag as he opened it. Then she got her first glimpse of the rest of her weekend.

 

Gently, he cupped the heel of her left foot and lifted her leg. He slid up underneath her leg, supporting it with his shoulder. Then he brought a leather cuff to bear, wrapping it around her ankle. When it was locked on he kissed her foot and gently slid from under her leg, cupping her heel again, as he lowered it to the bed.

 

Her fears of how he would treat her were almost gone. She knew that she would suffer still, but his sensual treatment had assured her that she would not be disappointed or regretful.

 

As before, he cupped her other heel in his hand and lifted her leg up, sliding underneath it to support it with his thick shoulder. But this time, when her ankle was cuffed he did not slide from underneath. Instead, he lifted both legs to his shoulder and slid forward, pushing her legs up and against her body, making her support his weight.

 

"Bring your hands over your head" he told her, "I've something for your wrists too."

 

She shivered as he took her left wrist into his strong hand, her eyes watching his every movement. Then the leather cuffs he brought to bear were being wrapped around her wrists.

 

His member, hard and anticipating, lay across her sex and he felt her growing wetness as he locked the cuffs onto her wrists. Finally, the cuffs secured, he slid his hardness between her sex, almost entering, only to withdraw and leave her wanting.

 

Slowly, he put his full weight on her, pushing her legs down and against her so that she was doubled over. Her legs strained at the tightness this caused. Still, she said nothing, knowing it would do little good.

 

She looked up over her legs, at his outstretched hands. From the head of his bed he had pulled a short chain and was attaching it to the cuffs at her wrists. With a light snap, she knew that her hands were bound up over her. Another moment brought another snap, and with it the knowledge that her legs had been secured as well.

 

She eased into a less strenuous position as he lifted his weight from her body and returned to the bag. A moment later found him returning his weight upon her, stretching her yet again. A leather collar was then placed around her neck. Then he fed a long leather strap through a ring at the back of her collar and wrapped the end around her right calf. A quick movement of his hand produced a circular ring, which fit through the holes of the strap, keeping it snug around her calf. All too soon, her other calf was similarly imprisoned. When he finally eased off of her, she was doubled, her legs pressing against her torso.

 

He smiled at her and the obvious strain that she was under. And then, positioning himself at her bottom, her ran his hands over her stretched legs, admiring the shape of her well-toned body.

 

After several admiring moments he leaned down over her and kissed her. She moaned as their tongues met, his weight adding to her strain. His member, hard and damp, rubbed over her sex. She wanted him to enter her and told him so. Still, he refrained, his intentions being to prolong her want and to bring her ecstatic agony.

 

Slowly, he ran his lips down her chin and to her neck, licking and tickling her with his tongue. He labored there only briefly, moving on to her breasts, pushed together between her legs. He teased and threatened to tongue and suck her nipples, never once touching them. And then his lips and tongue brushed the backs of her knees, first one and then the other. She moaned, needing and wanting more.

 

Soon, he was teasing her inner thighs as he continued down to her sex. Again he teased her, not her nipples this time but a more sensitive area. Her eyes closed, she screamed out, begging him to lick her in her most sensitive region. Still, he only teased, never once licking or touching her most sensitive nub.

 

Without warning, he stopped and she no longer felt his touch. She opened her eyes but could not see him. She tried to raise her head but found that she was unable to rise up enough to look around. Frustrated, she called to him and received only a command to "hush". Obediently, she quieted and waited.

 

She felt his weight before she saw him, having closed her eyes, frustrated in her excitement. When she opened her eyes he was settling over her. She stared up at his hard cock as it came down to settle on her face. She opened her mouth and reached out with her tongue to lick it but was rebuffed. Immediately she closed her mouth.

 

Staring down at her, he began rubbing his cock across her face, spreading his sticky anticipation across her. Never experiencing such, she grew red and hot with embarrassed excitement. Finally, she received his command. Opening her mouth, she took him into her, sucking him and running her tongue over his hard shaft. 

 

Before long he was moaning, pushing in and out of her mouth with fast and deep strokes. Her few moments of distress were of little matter to him. He merely commanded she learn to take him as he wanted. And so, without choice, she took him as he expected she would.

 

As she suffered under his attack, she became amazed at the power of his command. Never before had she managed to take a man into her throat as she was doing now. That he could will her to do so was beyond her comprehension. Too, it filled her with a strange and wonderful excitement.

 

He leaned forward, abruptly, withdrawing his cock from her mouth. She lifted her head, reaching for him as best she could, mouth open and wanting. He ignored her attempts, grasping his cock and stroking it with his right hand. Then, as she felt she might take him back into her mouth, he grasped the hair on top of her head and held her firmly. In moments, her face was covered with hot and sticky ejaculate. Spent, he rubbed the viscous stuff across her face, pushing his cock back into her mouth when he was satisfied with the results.

 

He looked down at her. She was covered in sweat and semen and her lips were still wrapped around his softening member, milking him of his last few drops of cum. "Good girl", he said to her, filling her with surprisingly pleasant sense of happiness.