Chapter 49: The Girl Who Came Back - Chapter Five


    I protest. “Michael… my clothes…”


    “Fuck it. I’ll buy you another. It’s worth it to see that expression on your face…” He reaches down, and


    fingers looped through my bikini bottom, again literally rips it apart and pulls it off me, leaving me naked


    and bound.


    This is a side of him I’ve not seen before….


    He wants me to fight him?


    I lock my ankles together. He hasn’t won yet.


    Michael stands, towering over me. Methodically, he strips off his shirt and jeans. His erection is huge.


    He is seriously turned on.


    Then he notices my locked ankles, my tightly mped thighs. “Really?” hements, then vanishes


    off, somewhere out of my sight.


    He returns, secondster, with …


    There is a buzz.


    Oh, God….


    Michael takes his vibrating egg, fiddling with it for a second. The buzz gets louder. “Low power only for


    now,” he says. Then he pushes it between my thighs, squeezing it over my sweat slickened skin, in and


    down…. and in….


    No amount of tightening or pressure from me will stop this. The smooth, slippery object simply glides


    past my skin. He inserts it inside me, pushing it deeply in, until my whole pussy and core are humming


    in resonance with it, setting me a-tremble.


    Oh, God….


    I’ll leave you to get used to that for a minute. Don’t go away.”


    He returns, this time with rope. “You didn’t think I came here without everything we might need?”


    The rope is the kind of soft silken stuff that works well on skin, binding without digging in, but the length


    of it…


    What is he going to do?


    He nces around the room, then I see him measuring with his eye the space between the wall I am


    tied to, and the foot of the bed.


    He grabs my locked ankles. “I could just prise you open you know,” he says, “force my cock inside you.


    But I’ll have more fun this way.”


    The vibe inside me is in fact, making it very difficult for me to keep my legs together. My pelvis is


    shuddering and shaking, my pussy liquefying.


    He seizes me by my locked ankles, pulling me straight, squaring me up to the foot of the bed. Looping


    one end of the rope around an ankle, he tugs at it, to slide it between my feet. Then he stretches out


    the rope, coiling it around the upright on one side of the four-poster, and then the other side, before


    stretching it back, tensioning the rope a little, and tying the end to my other ankle.


    “You see,” he says, conversationally, “I can do this now.” And he pulls at the rope. As it pulls, my ankles


    are firmly and irresistibly prised apart, my legs opened.


    He pulls on the rope until my ankles are about a foot apart. He surveys me. “You know, I think we can


    do better than that.”


    He unties one ankle, all the while holding a tight grip on my leg, and then reties me at the knee. He


    repeats this on my other leg.


    Then he tightens the rope again. Now I am opened at the knee. t on my back, arms tied back


    beyond my head, I am opened and disyed, my pussy in full view, opened, melting.


    And all the while, the egg is purring away inside me.


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    I am volcanically aroused. My steaming cunt sends heat washing over my skin; my breasts, my face.


    Michael sits down beside me on the floor, looking into my face. “Yeah…. that’s the look…” With one


    finger, he twiddles at my clit, making me jerk and buck. “You look amazing, but you know, I’m going to


    see how hard I can make you scream, without actually leaving stripes on you. There’s more than one


    way to skin a cat.”


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    “Don’t go away.”


    He returns with a bag. Reaching inside, he pulls out a variety of objects, showing each one to me in


    turn, beforeying it, neatly, on the floor. Several vibes in different sizes and shapes; massagers,


    feathers, vibes, mps….


    mps?


    Where the hell has he got this lot from? I’ve never seen them before…


    “You’ve got to be careful with the human body you know,” he says. “The senses can be deceptive. Too


    much stimtion in any one area and the sensitivity dies away. You have to start gently and work


    upwards, to keep up the tension….”


    He lets that sink in. “I’m a masseur, among other things. You know that. So, I know quite a lot about


    anatomy, physiology…. and I love that expression you’ve got right now. You have no idea what I’m


    going to do to you, have you?”


    Bound and quivering, I shake my head. He’s right. I have no idea. What is he going to do? Torture me


    with feathers? For the first time ever, I feel a frisson of fear of Michael and what he might do.


    Jeez, but I want to fuck….


    “Ah,” he raises a finger. “Nearly forgot. Back in a mo…”


    He leaves the room, returning after a minute with a ss jug. “I chose this one, so you can see what’s


    inside.”


    Water, rattling with ice….


    My whole body is taut, tensioned. And trembling…


    “I thought I just wanted to fuck you. To make you look at me the way I want you to. But that cane


    He runs his hands, palms t down over the slick skin of my belly and breasts. Looking down between


    my thighs at my sex, the egg is still merrily buzzing away inside me, vibing through my core and clit. He


    reaches in, hooking it out. “That’s done its job. Don’t want you losing your sensitivity…. Gotta have a


    taste though.” He sucks one of his fingers clean.


    “Mmm, lovely.” He sticks his fingers back inside me again, coating himself with my juices, then pushes


    his hand at my mouth. “Open up. Suck yourself off me.”


    Obediently, I clean his fingers with my tongue, and all the while, he watches my face.


    Michael bends down, face close to my sex, and ‘Aaahhhhs’ warm breath over my exposed core. I


    whimper, shuddering.


    Then he circles my clit with the tip of his tongue, touching me nowhere else.


    I moan, eyes squeezing closed. My head would fling back, were I able, but in my restricted position, t


    on the carpet, I cannot.


    “Mmm… can’t quite reach you easily like that.” He fishes a pillow from the bed, and with little apparent


    effort, heaves me up at the hips, shoving it under me.


    He’s so strong…


    My pelvis lifted by the pillow, spine arched, I am even more exposed. I sigh in relief as some of the


    tension on my knees is eased by my new position, but Michael notices.


    “Can’t be having that. Definitely don’t want you rxing.” He tightens up the rope again, further


    spreading me.


    “That’s better. Now, let’s have another go at this.”


    Reaching into the jug, he fishes out an ice cube. Fingers dripping, he dribbles chilled water over my


    flushed stomach and waist.


    “Aaahhhh….”


    The ice cube held between finger and thumb, he circles my left nipple, sending electric tingles jolting


    down through my core. The nipple, smooth and soft in the heat, crinkles to a tight nub, a hard bud,


    projecting clear of the breast.


    “That’s better.” Michael picks up a small mp, holding it in front of my face for a moment, snapping


    the teeth at me in demonstration, then gently, clips it over the nipple.


    It is excruciating.


    I scream, and my pussy convulses, gushing. Hips juddering, I gasp and cry out.


    Michael sits back, watching me for a moment until I calm down a bit, then reaches out, and very gently,


    squeezes the mp.


    This time I shriek, struggling and straining against the bonds holding me.