She awoke to bright sunbeams filtering through the frosty windows of their cabin. The fire was out, she noted…but no, not quite. Glowing orange embers still warmed the one remaining chunk of log. They would rekindle the flames soon, she had no doubt.
Slipping from his side, from under the warm protective shelter of his arm, she quietly padded to her backpack.
From the side pocket she pulled a vividly colored silk scarf. Her thoughts drifted back to the small airport boutique in Paris where she had bought it so many years ago. In that wild, exciting summer of her 19th year, she had danced recklessly through the south of France with a tall, dark man from Algiers as her companion. They had shared some passionate moments together nestled in their blankets and jackets among the boulders at the coastline of the Mediterranean Sea, as the turquoise waters crashed against the rocks, but she had not been willing to give herself completely to him, and when the 747 took her, alone, from France back to America, she had still been a virgin.
In the early morning light she gazed at the warm colors; her favorites. Fuschia, coral, red, many shades of blue and purple and green; the scarf was still as brilliantly hued as when she had bought it. The man softly snoring nearby had once sent her the Hendrix song “Bold as love”, and shared how it described him; she could see the truth in that, but it described her just as well. The jealousy, the fear, the life-giving waters, the love and joy and pain…a rainbow like him, like her…
He had been the first man to truly help her to feel lovely, to have confidence without shame in her sensual vivacity and intensely passionate nature.
He was stirring now, turning to look for her. His drowsy eyes found her, and he stood up smiling as she slowly, sinuously crossed the room to stand before him.
She gazed up into his deep brown eyes. Never had she felt so vulnerable, but he deserved to know that his persistent love had knit her to him. Slowly she lifted the scarf to his hands.
“No one has possesed me as fully as you have. No other man has roused my passion so deeply, and seen the fruits of it”, she said softly. “You own a secret part of me; it will never belong to anyone but you.”
His puzzled stare locked onto her eyes; she watched with an enigmatic smile as his confusion was replaced with warm understanding.
“Tie me…” she whispered. “I trust you… and I want you to remember for all your life that there is a part of me that is bound only to you.”
He took the scarf, and wound it loosely around his hands. She stood naked before him now, but her chin was held high…bold enough to return his gaze with her secret, Mona Lisa smile. His stare grew heated as it coursed slowly over her body, pausing to appreciate her rounded breasts, heaving lightly from her stimulated breathing, nipples firm and pressing pertly toward him, the slimness of her waist and the smooth swelling curve of her hips. Aroused by the touch of his eyes, she shivered in anticipation, waiting…
Dragging his eyes from her, he glanced around the room, considering…
“Babe, there’s not really anything to tie you to…” he murmured. She smiled mischievously, dimples deeply flirting at the corners of her lips.
“Just tie me to me, then…” she suggested impishly. Walking around her, he took her waiting wrists and looped the brightly colored scarf around them, tying securely. “OK?” he asked, moving back to face her.
She pulled lightly against the restraint on her arms, firm, soft, silken against her wrists. She was bound for his pleasure. If she asked, he would release her in an instant. But the thrill of being completely within his control sent fire coursing through her body, and moisture and heat pooling in her core.
His gaze traveled from her face downward, over her throat and collarbone to her breasts. With her hands tied behind her, her breasts seemed fuller, rounder, pressing forward as she stood up straight before him, and he watched her nipples harden more as she flamed under his warm perusal. He reached his palms under her breasts, and began to play with the mounds. She trembled, waiting for him to touch her aching nipples, but he simply smiled slowly as his hands traveled in leisurely circles around her breasts, carefully avoiding the taut nipples thrusting toward him. She moaned as her body began to sway, trying to push into his slowly moving hands, and he just laughed. “That’s right, baby…dance for me, nice and slow…”
Her body was undulating from side to side; her eyes closed as she moved, pressing towards him. His hands moved down her body, caressing her waist and the outward curve of her hips, moving behind to fondle her ass. He took a step closer as his hands moved back up her sides, to cup her breasts, and finally his thumbs slid up to softly press the tips of her nipples. With the lightest touch, he rubbed small circles. Her breathing became quicker, her eyes fluttering open as her intense gaze touched his body everywhere, stopping to stare hungrily at his engorged cock, hard and rosy hued as it thrust toward her.
Smiling, he lightly pinched her nipples, and she felt as if a sudden fire had engulfed her. Moaning, she strained toward him, pressing her aching breasts toward his warm hands, grinding her pelvis firmly against his arousal, wrapping one leg firmly around his calf. He grunted as she wriggled against his hard erection, and his hands dropped down to grab her ass, pulling her snugly against him. Opening his eyes again he saw a wickedly mischievous, dimpled smile lighting her face as she pushed her hips more firmly in to his arousal….felt the pressure and urgency building in his cock…
…and he straightened his arms, pushing her back. “Oh, no, vixen. You’re bound to me; you belong to me, you say? I’m calling the shots this time around. I’ll set the pace…but I promise you this, my love, we will both find a joy here that we’ll remember for all time.”
Swinging his strong arms under her knees and around her body, he lifted her easily…”Boy, am I glad you work out so faithfully”, she whispered, giggling lightly, resting her cheek snugly and trustingly against his chest…and he carried her to the plush rug before the fireplace. Gently, he set her down on her knees, then knelt with her, facing her. He gazed at her face; she was smiling warmly, her eyes filled with emotions so rich he could hardly fathom their depth…love, he saw there, and strong joy, and breathtaking passion. He slid his arms from her shoulders down the curves of her arms, and felt the knot in the scarf restraining her wrists behind her back.
“Still comfortable?” he murmured. She smiled and nodded, her brown eyes blazing; her gaze lowered slowly to his penis, still engorged, with a tiny pearlescent drop at the tip. “Mmmm…” she sighed longingly, as her tongue lightly licked her upper lip…
“Nope, it’s my turn. Spread out for me…spread your knees, my lady…”
She blushed at the command; paused a few moments, then timidly wriggled so her knees were a few inches apart. He just laughed softly.
“Spread them wide, woman…do you need me to do it for you?” His warm gaze assured her of his affection. Cringing at her vulnerability, blushing and smiling furiously, she wriggled again on her knees, spreading herself open for him.
“That’s my girl”, he murmured, enclosing her in a warm embrace…then, resting his hands on her shoulders, he bent to press warm kisses on her neck, her collarbone, and finally the first high swells of her breasts. Her nipples were hard, painfully so, aching for his strong caress, but again he toyed with her, kissing, nibbling, sucking in warm, wet circles all around her breasts, licking at her areolas, moving from one to the other, until at last, she was trembling with passion…
“Suck them…”, she whispered.
His hands were moving stealthily down from her shoulders, rubbing lightly along her back, coming to rest at the swell of her hips below her waist, fondling her round ass. He glanced up playfully.
“What’s that? I couldn’t hear you, sweetheart…”
“Suck them, suck my nipples, please…please, now…” she gasped harshly. The yearning in her eyes and the pressure she began to exert on the restraining scarf binding her wrists bore out her urgency. He latched firmly on to her right nipple, sucking it deeply into his mouth, suckling hard on her. His left hand was grasping firmly on the left cheek of her ass, his fingers deeply caressing the tempting crevice between; his right hand moved around to knead her left breast, pinching the taut nipple, rolling it between his fingers, as his hot mouth sucked, nibbled, devoured her…
Overwhelmed at the sensation, she cried out lustily; trembling and gasping, her hips bucking toward his chest, the juices flowing from her body as her orgasm overtook her. Concerned she might fall over, as energetic as she had become, he held her hard against him, feeling his own excitement throbbing in his cock as she squirmed and pressed against him.
His eyes locked with hers. Despite her bondage, the “I-want” fire was burning in her gaze, demanding. “Inside me, love …”, she cajoled huskily…”don’t you want to be inside me? I need you now…need you to fill me…come into me, take me now…”
“You’re bound to me… yes, and I will call the shots this time, my lady. And…I will satisfy you more fully than any man ever has.”
He turned her body around and laid her flat on the rug, on her stomach. The vibrant scarf at her wrists drifted against the small of her back, her round ass cheeks curving upward beneath it, and he could sense her vulnerability as she straightened her legs out, closing them together again.
“Spread them, woman,” he warned, with a light slap on her buttocks. She glanced back at him with a disgruntled look on her face for just a moment, but at his lopsided smile she spread her legs wide and lifted her hips slightly, raising her ass toward him and giving him a view of her glistening labia. “Too cute…”, he muttered as he moved close over her. She shuddered in anticipation as she felt his warm breath tickling her ass; he gave her rump a playful nip and she yipped lightly, wiggling from side to side.
Her man grasped her hips at the waist, and lay down behind her, pressing his face to her warm, wet pussy. “Oh, yes, babe…” he murmured, and pressed soft kisses against the swollen lips of her vulva. She began to squirm gently in a circular motion, and he heard with some amusement her soft, frustrated grunts as she tried to raise her clit closer to his teasing mouth.
“Keep still for now”, he ordered gruffly, pulling away from her heated mound, with another spank on her round ass. When she complied, he again nuzzled his face into her pussy, reaching his tongue out to taste her juices. “Mmmm…you taste so good…” he muttered, probing his firm tongue more deeply into her slit. With one hand kneading her rounded ass and the valley there, his other began to play in her wetness; his thumb slowly slid in and out of her, caressing the moist boundaries there, as his fingers found and gently circled the hard nub of her clit. She was tensing up, trying not to squirm, but he could feel the intense pressure building within her again, and she began to gasp and moan. His tongue came to replace the fingers playing at her clit; licking and nibbling, finally latching on and sucking her hardened clit, as he slid two, then three fingers deeply within her. She screamed his name, and began bucking wildly toward his face, as if she expected him to take her entire pussy within his mouth, and as he sucked deeply on her clit and thrust his fingers hard within her, he could taste the flood of her slippery juices as she dissolved in orgasm again.
He had been rubbing his hips, his rock hard cock, against the rug as he had worked his lady into a frenzy; now as she cried out in ecstasy, his loins responded powerfully, and he knew he had to take her.
“Lift up your hips, babe…I’m coming inside you now…” he growled. His cock was as hard and thick with arousal as it had ever been before, and several drops had already welled out of the red, swollen head. “Look at it…” he murmured, as he positioned himself at her slick pussy.
She laughed breathlessly, turning her face back to smile up at him. “I would if I could…oh, come…come on please, fill me now!”
As slowly as he could, he pressed deeply within her. As he slid into her, her ass wriggled upward toward him, until his balls were pushed snugly against her vulva.
“Aaah…you’re so big, so strong and hot…”, she groaned. He could feel her squeezing, then releasing, rhythmically against his cock..and he could wait no more. He pulled back, almost out of her warm sheath, and then thrust back in, hard, hot for her. His powerful strokes gained a strong rhythm, and she responded the best she could…he could see that having her arms tied behind was making it hard for her to keep her balance. Grinning, he wrapped his arms below her breasts and held her, supporting her body as he pulled her tight against his chest, pounding her vigorously from behind. She was gasping again, already so orgasmically sensitive, and so near to that threshhold again, and he was close to exploding within her heated body. He grasped her breasts and squeezed, grunting in her ear “coming now, baby…coming…aaahhh…” She cried out as well, shaking uncontrollably, at the moment he exploded deeply inside her – his heat, his harsh breathing against her back, his hard, thick cock now spurting, jetting into her womb, his deep guttural groans, all bringing her to the highest peak of ecstasy. Flashing before her eyes, in myriads of colors, was the rainbow, now in sparkling, flowing array, that was their bold love for each other.
He leaned his head against her shoulder; his breathing heavy and rapid, but slowly easing. Slipping out of her, he turned her to face him. As he held her close, his strong arms wrapped sweetly and snugly around her body, he eased them both down onto the rug, then lay beside her. She gazed at his precious face, his eyes closed, a smile softening his lips, sweat and heat warming his cheeks.
“Hey…” she whispered. His eyes opened halfway; his lips twitched.
“Hmm…?”
“Umm; my arms are getting really numb. Would you mind untying…?”
His eyes flew open now. “Oh, sweetheart – of course…” He unbound his lady, pulling the scarf away and setting it aside on the rug with a smile, as she brought her hands around and began rubbing her wrists.
“Better?”, he asked, as he drowsily enfolded her in his arms again.
“Better than I could have imagined”, she murmured, wrapping her arms around him and snuggling close to his body.
They drifted off to sleep, limbs entwined comfortably, bound to one another. His arms would always feel like home to her.
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