The Chain - Adult Content - 7/11/2008

He rolled over and wrapped her in his arms, kissing her shoulder, her neck, her ear.  "You think I'm a pig?" he asked, his low voice in her ear, "Sometimes," she said, remembering his comments earlier about the girl's breasts on television.  She really was too hard on him sometimes, but it was all in good fun.  With that he rolled her over on her stomach, his body on hers; his hand grasped her hair, his tenderness almost completely gone.  His hands roved her body, over her lacy negligee and under, over her smooth skin, touching her ass, her back, and her legs.  He loved her ass.  He would simply lie in bed and watch her lying on her stomach some nights, she would watch him watch her, amazed he was so entranced.  He ran his tongue in her ear, around her dangling black beaded earrings, down her neck, yanked her head back by her hair, reached down and grasped her thigh.  She gasped in pain and pleasure.  He ran his fingers up between her thighs, probing into her wetness.  Her thighs parted almost of their own accord.  She moaned.  She continued to lie there, waiting for his next move, she knew she could turn the tables any time, but she allowed him total control.  His hands continued their paths of fire, over her curves, into her depths, along her body.  She was moaning, wondering what would happen next.  Her eyes were shut, her fists were clenched in anticipation.  He left her for a moment; she heard the toy drawer open and heard him rustle around in it.  She had no idea what he had in store.  The lamp beside her bed went off.  She heard the Velcro rip on the cuffs.  She felt him fix the cuffs on her ankles, then her wrists, and then he hooked her wrists to her ankles.  She lay there helpless, in her black lacy negligee, her wrists cuffed to her ankles, the only light in the room a lone low lamp on the other side of the room.  Her hair a mess, her earrings dangling against the pillow, she simply lay there.  *Smack* He spanked her ass.  She arched, gasping in surprise.  Then she heard it: the chain.  She felt the cold metal on her lower back and she moaned.  The sensation was almost unbearable.  She felt her wetness begin to flow out of her.  She felt him trail the chain down her lower back and against the sensitive skin of her ass and pussy.  She began pushing herself up to him, wanting more, so much more.  When the cold metal touched her she almost screamed.  He yanked it away and pulled her head up by slipping his huge powerful hand around her neck.  The arousal she felt coupled with his hand clenching her throat was almost enough to send her into orgasm.  He put the chain around her neck like a collar and fastened it tightly behind her neck.  He let her head fall back to the bed; she opened her eyes, looking for him.  He got up and walked to the closet.  He returned he wrapped a blindfold over her eyes.  She heard him huskily whisper, "Who's been a bad girl?" "I have," she answered in a timid voice, as her body began to respond to all the stimulation.  Then he left her side, sparking a smoke, he left the room, leaving her lying there on the bed.  She heard him making noise in another part of the house, but didn't know what was happening.  She was left to lie there and wonder, wonder what he had in store for her.  After a time he returned, sparked another smoke and sat and watched her, simply sat and watched her.  When he did join her on the bed he asked, "So do you have any confessions for me?"  "No," she said, believing she did not.  "No…" he said thoughtfully.  Hot candle wax dripped onto her tender skin.  She screamed.  Cold cold ice followed.  Her mind began to work overtime.  Did she have something to confess or should she just enjoy this?  Well, maybe…  Maybe she did remember his cock today, how big it was, how it had filled her.  She hadn't even really fantasized, it was more of a memory, but she HAD thought about him.  Was that a confession worth telling?  Cold cold water fell on her sensitive skin, followed by more candle wax, then more ice.  "I thought about him today," she managed to get out between sharp intakes of breath.  "You did?" he asked, quietly, softly, curiously.  "Yes," she barely got out as more hot candle wax hit her hot skin and she moaned.  He put ice on it and got up and walked to the other side of the bed, running his fingers over her legs, her feet.  He then sat beside her; she felt a toy probing her ass and heard him say, "So you're telling me you're a naughty girl."  She dared not say anything.  Her sharp intake of breath as she felt the toy invading her ass was enough.  Before too long she was pushing back, enjoying the intrusion, he was fucking her ass with the toy, listening to her tell him, "I didn't mean to, oh fuck me."  He stood up beside her, shoving his cock on her mouth.  She hungrily sucked at his cock, taking all of it she could in her mouth.  He was still fucking her ass.  Her wrists still cuffed to her ankles.  "You're having even dirtier thoughts now aren't you?" he asked.  She dared not stop sucking his cock, dared not disappoint him.  She was having dirty thoughts.  She was thinking about sucking his cock while getting fucked in the ass.  Suddenly he pulled away and shoved her bigger toy in her pussy.  He began double penetrating her.  She couldn't stand it, a few minutes of that, her neck arching against the collar, her hands restrained, and the sensations of two men inside her, she flew over the edge.  He stood back in front of her and shoved his cock in her mouth again.  Then he sat down and she followed, keeping her mouth on his cock.  Until he'd had his fill he kept her that way, then he uncuffed her wrists from her ankles and lay back.  She crawled up and hungrily took his cock in her mouth where she could suck on him and fucked herself with her toy at the same time.  She did so until she couldn't reach orgasm while sucking him.  In aggravation she let his cock fall out of her mouth and grasped the toy with both hands.  She fucked herself almost voilently, cumming hard all over the toy, her body shaking.  She turned, hungrily engulfing his cock in her mouth again.  "You're feelin' guilty aren't you?  Just had to have that orgasm, didn't you?" he asked her, his hand in her hair.  "I feel guilty for leaving you," she said, her tongue running across his cock.  "You had to have that orgasm thinking about that huge cock," he taunted her.  She licked around the head of his cock and said, "But my toy is bigger."  He rolled her over, pinning her beneath his powerful body, sliding inside her, making her moan.  She jerked the blindfold off her eyes and wrapped her arms around him.  "Is this how you would feel after another man had you?  All stretched out and wet?" he asked as she clenched around him.  "Yes," she gasped as she felt him begin to cum inside her, "when you come take what's yours."