2 comments/ 7017 views/ 0 favorites Den of Delight By: naughtynovellas These golden gates of mine shut tight for what seems an eternity; waiting for a man of honor, of valance, of worth; a man who holds the key to my den of delight. You are that man. A man who earned his rights to my den of delight. You proved your worth. Alone in my tower I see you marching forth. I am scared but excited; shy yet willing, nervous yet craving you with every cell of my being. Innocent and inexperienced. Not knowing what to expect I climb down the stairs leading from the bedroom to greet you. With your key you unlocked the gates. Standing tall before me you are all I imagine. Strong and confident but comforting and kind all at once. Our eyes meet and I in that moment I melt into a pool of lust. Without warning you grab my body close. Looking down at me, your breath warm on my face I am at your mercy. Holding me tight I can feel your pelvis press against mine. I am light-headed. My pussy, once dormant like sleeping beauty in her endless sleep, springs to life. It is rejuvenated by the faint flow of liquid whetting this land that has been dry for so long. With the same force and vigor he had taken me in to his arms he leans down and kisses me. Hard. He widens my mouth with his, gently nibbles on my lower lip, his tongue slipping inside my mouth. As our tongues meet so does our passion. Once the shy slave the animal inside is slowly unleashed. I throw my arms around his neck; puling my body in closer; feeling the hardness growing in his pants pressing against my clit. Desire breeding desire. This kiss, this moment; held all the promises of a great first kiss. loosing ourselves, the world around blur as the meeting of two lips thrust us into the eye of a tornado of wanton lust. You reach up, feeling the curves my body. Instinctually my right hand caresses the soft skin of your smooth face; the other grabs your hips tightly. I am dizzy; unstable, I use your trunk; your masculine frame lest I faint. The walls of brick and mortar, once strong, seemingly unconquerable, come crumbling down. All the fears, the hesitations are gone and all that is left is you and I being whisked away to a magical land of lust. We are in Oz now. You lift me up and carry me to the master bedroom. A grand spectacle of big bright windows, armoires; a long glossy dresser of oak. Behind the dresser is a massive dressing mirror, in front a red velvet covered chair of deep oak. The bed. The centerpiece of the flower filled room; the scent of lilac and lavender filling the air. A bed fit for a king. A bed fit for a king to ravage his queen. You lay me down on the white downy softness. Stepping back you stand in front of me. Like a master pursuing the blossoming flowers of his regal garden your eyes graze my body from head to toe. Then, in one graceful stroke you glide the cream-colored cotton dress, my only garment, up over my head and I am left bare on the bed waiting for you to take to take me. But you don't. Still standing tall and regal looking down at his prize you take off your shirt and reveal your broad sinewy chest. I shudder in excitement. My body is crying out of you; begging for you. You lean down and kiss me once more and I remember how my lips burn for yours. Gently as we kiss a hand makes its way down my body. Slowly. Caressing my neck. Making its way down cupping my left breast. Your fingertips circle my hard nipples. My legs are practically twitching with want. As your big manly hand presses flat in the space between where my full bosom meet I too begin to explore your body. Nibbling on your ear; planting sweet kisses on your neck; feeling the strength of your shoulders. Oh how I want to touch your whole body with my hands, my mouth, all of me. Finally you make your way down, down to what has been aching for you; waiting for you; you who have earned entry. Softly you pet my clit. I let out a moan. Relief. Pleading. Thanking you all at once. Taking your time you lightly insert two fingers inside me. You know now how much I crave you. I am sopping wet. I cannot hide my desire for you.woman and man "Mmmm, you are driving me crazy. What you do to me, I cannot wait any longer, I need you inside me". Swiftly, aroused by my desire you pick me up carry me to the red velvet covered chair and forcefully sit me on top of your cock, fat and ready. Disregarding my fighting you off you dominantly hold me down. I struggle to pull away, the pain of your big dick inside my tight pussy, a pussy who hasn't been filled in so long fitting in to me is a tight squeeze. Struggle still, to ease off his steel staff, he whispers in my ear, "I know it hurts but trust me I know what's best, your gunna like it I promise". And as you the words dripped from his mouth so did the pain. Forgetting the sting, the pain drifting as I realized, "You are actually inside me. I am actually on top of you, I can feel your dick in me", and with that single thought the wetness gushes, my pussy relaxes and with it I slowly ride you as the pleasure grows. Pleasure and pain together existing in the same, still full of awe and excitement filled moment. The pain gone and you have the cave at your own command. You can fuck me, plunge into me; I can ride you fast and hard while your mouth is warm kissing and sucking on my tits, your face buried in them while you let out gasps of pleasure, "oh girl, your pussy is so tight". Grabbing my hips you thrust up into me in rhythm. I let out a loud cry. "YES! Fuck yes, you feel so good, fuck me, fuck me hard". Moaning, and deep breaths. Sweat dripping down my back. Your hips gyrate up into me on hand on my ass ensuring my pace does not slow, slapping my ass lightly but hard enough to hear the skin to skin tap, the other trying To hold both my tits together though they keep escaping and you go back and forth, diving back In with your mouth. I'm in the clouds my mind is gone, it is lost somewhere between the ecstasy in my pussy, the pain returning, the pain that is the marker of the start of a massive orgasm. I'm yelling, "yes, god yes," at the top of my lungs without even hearing myself. Screeching like a hyena in heat, "I'm gunna come, god, I'm gunna come". With those words you grab my ass firmly and slam me even further down into you. Leaning back slightly while you tilt your hips up, pounding me from below. You are deeper in me than any man has ever been inside me. I never want another man inside me. I begin to feel that slight pain of an intense body orgasm growing from my g-spot. It stings. I love it. You are so deep, your cock so big it is rubbing my clit from the inside out. I start to swell and release even more of my sweet nectar of pleasure. I can feel the tingle, the climb of the climax. You un-bury yourself from my tits. You wanna watch me cum. You wanna see the pleasure you created, the base of your dick sliding in and out. You want to watch it all in the massive mirror facing you. "Oh I'm gunna come, yes, yes, I'm coming I'm coming. Don't stop" My g-spot has been overwhelmed and the climax has taken hold. The stinging erupting into full pure erotic joy as the small pulses of my clit become stronger and stronger and I'm oozing all over your thighs and the slapping of my ass in your bare skin is loud because of the wetness. You see my face cross over into no mans land. My eyes roll back into my skull, me biting down on my lower lip. "Yes, yes, I'm coming, god I love your cock, oh my god this is amazing I'm still coming holy..." You watch, like a voyeur, my journey of ecstasy with pride and satisfaction knowing you, you gave someone this much pleasure. After the final aftershocks have ended I slump over your neck, your manly hands slide down my back, caressing me, holding me. Allowing me to rest and decompress It's your turn. I get to be the one, the one to make you forget who you are or that anything exists in this world except the flooding feeling of teasing playful pleasure that leads to an explosive mind erasing orgasm. To be continued..... Den of Delights Snowed in again, two days before Christmas, all flights in and out of the airport cancelled, no chance of her getting home for the holidays. So sure that she would be long gone, that she didn't put up a tree, no presents, not even a can of Spam to open for dinner. She curls up in the chair, power out, she can't even get on the internet to amuse herself. Just the flickering glow of the fireplace, the crackling of the logs as the moisture in them heats and sizzles. She shifts, tucking her cold hands into the warmth at the juncture of her legs, and her sobs slow to sniffles. She gives herself a mental shake, not usually given to feeling sorry for herself...but damn it, it's the holidays, and she is all alone. She drifts off into a fitful sleep, her body contorting on the couch, even in slumber her lips pouting. The pounding of the door brings her instantly awake and she sits bolt upright, her heart pounding. Who would be out in this weather? Arming herself with the fireplace poker she pads silently to the door. "Who's there?" her voice sounds timid even to her own ears, and her body shakes, as much from the cold as from fear. "Please, just open the door before I freeze. I saw the smoke coming from the chimney and thank heavens for it too." his voice carries through the door and before she can change her mind and run screaming for cover she yanks it open. Without waiting for an invitation he pushes past her and slams the door shut against the elements. He slides out of his sopping clothes, strips down to just his underwear right in front of her. She is thankful for the dim light her in the porch, because she can feel the heat of her cheeks as she blushes. Although, he is much less frightening clad only in underwear. She lets her eyes track over his body, and sucks in a breath. He is gorgeous, his damp skin glistens in the meagre light, and she watches as he shivers. Recovering her composure, she leads him to the fireplace, drops a blanket over his shoulder and pours him a hot chocolate that simmers on the hearth. He sits holding the steamy mug in both hands, shaking to the point that she starts to worry about him. "Are you ok? How long have you been out in this weather?" she stares into his dark eyes, watches them blink as if he had forgotten she was there. He shakes his head, then brings the mug to his lips and starts to drink the hot liquid greedily. She waits, standing next to him until he finishes his hot chocolate, then she holds out her hand for the empty mug and places it back on the hearth. "Would you like some more?" she asks, hovering near the kettle. His voice quivers, "No thanks." and he huddles inside the blanket. His shaking body starting to relax as the heat seeps back into his skin. She squats down beside him, inhaling the scent of the near naked man, and shivers herself. Mistaking her shiver for cold, he opens his blanket and pulls her onto his lap, then without a word wraps them both in the blanket. They stay huddled together, neither of them moving, just breathing in tandem with one another. As the heat of the fire starts to diminish he stirs, opens the blanket and says, "Stay wrapped up, let me put some wood on the fire." His voice is commanding so she settles down, wrapped in the warmth and watches as he bends to the task. His ass cheeks, muscled, rippling as he moves, long legs moving with a quiet grace and that length of back from underwear to shoulders is strong and handsome. She sighs without realizing it and he turns to look at her, concern showing in his eyes. His eyes travel over the huddled form, and she watches amazed as his eyes turn from worry to something more, a desire that not only shows on his face, but, her face turning crimson, the rise of his underwear as well. He clears his throat, looks down at the tent he has created and without the slightest bit of embarrassment, he reaches down and strokes the tip, smiles at her and says, "Open up, it's freezing up here." He bends and scoots beside her on the floor, wrapping them once again in the blanket. "So, since it looks like we will be spending some time together, let's just wait until we warm up for any hard questions. My name is Marty. I am so glad you got snowed in, because I think I was just about frozen out there." "Well I am not glad I am stranded here. I made no preparations for the holidays, and we may starve instead of freezing to death. But I'm actually glad you're here with me, I was scared all by myself, and my name is Becky." He reaches and pulls her onto his lap once more, wrapping his strong arms around her, and together they silently soak up the heat, their bodies warming, taking comfort in the other. Long minutes pass, the air filling with heat, she wriggles in his lap, lays her head on his shoulder, her arms winding around his waist, small hands resting on his muscled ass cheeks. She breathes him in as he breathes in her. Bodies twined with each other, strangers taking comfort in each others arms. The fire starts to wane once more and he gently shifts her to the floor, then rises and feeds it again...he pours them each a cup of hot chocolate and this time he sits beside her, staring at her as they drink. "So, what now, we are stranded here together, what shall we do to entertain ourselves?" his smirk spreads across his face, reaches his eyes and she watches as his underwear move again, his cock straining to be free of the thin fabric. Her cheeks flame with colour, and she bites her bottom lip, debating with herself how to answer this handsome, near naked man with his growing arousal clearly evident. So she doesn't, she just stares, letting her eyes rove from his eyes, to his lips to his chest to his...omg...to his cock as it peeks out of his shorts. The head winking at her, glistening in the fire light and she reaches out with one finger to rub, to touch, to feel the heat of this man. He smiles and moans, not moving, letting her come to him, the sweet anguish of that single finger tracking over his swollen glans is a near torture. As if coming out of a trance, she pulls her finger back, and then slips it between her lips, suckling on it, moaning softly and staring into his eyes. He takes a deep breath then stands, his hands on his hips staring at her. He is torn between ravaging her right now, or taking his time and making love to her. Both options are equally pleasing, and he is sure that given the two choices, she would be happy with either one. He chews his bottom lip, his eyes never leaving hers. Instead of making a decision, he goes into action. He piles the pillows and cushions from the couch on the floor in front of the fireplace, drags all the blankets and sets up a make-shift bed. He glances at her as he kneels beside the mountain of pillows and watches the emotions play over her face. She stares at his crotch, his erection not quite as severe as it was, and she stands. She slowly, omg, so agonizingly slowly undresses in front of him. First her sweater, then her sweatpants, leaving her with heaving breasts in t-shirt and panties. He steps closer, and inhales the female scent of arousal and as she lifts her shirt up over her head, he growls, feels his cock stirring to attention once more. She stands mere inches from him, her bra strained by her swollen nipples and her panties clinging to the wet form of her mound. She cannot quite bring herself to disrobe completely in front of him, and her trembling body is not from the chill in the air but from the heat inside her. He gathers her trembling form into the circle of his arms, holds her close to him, wraps her up in his warmth, squeezes the shivers from her. His lips descend on hers, claiming her mouth, planting his tongue on her teeth and forcing it inside her hot wetness. He can taste her, his taste buds infusing with the sweetness of her mouth, he shudders, his cock growing harder, it presses against her belly. Her arms wrapped around his neck, fingers twisted in the soft hair at the nape of his neck, he thinks how glad he is that he didn't find time for a hair cut. Her soft fingers dancing on the sensitive flesh as they weave through his hair. She holds her breath, her senses drinking this tall stranger in, filling her emptiness with his nearness, and with a shudder, she releases it, exhales into his mouth, moan muffled as he swallows her breath. They are as one, the soft light of the flickering fire, the stillness of the air outside after the storm, two bodies mapping each other. He brings his hands up along her naked back, unhooks her bra and draws it slowly down over her arms, he whimpers as her hands unwind from his hair. He pulls his lips from hers and steps back, taking her bra with him and he stares at the heaving mounds of female flesh, perfectly tipped with hard red nipples. He tosses her bra, and bends his head, his lips a breath away from engulfing, both hands seizing her heavy breast, and pulling her up on tiptoe, he sinks his teeth into the root of her nipple, drawing the length of sensitive skin into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. She growls, quivering as she leans into him, both small hands twisting in his hair, he braces, sinking his teeth deeper, preparing for her to pull his head away, but instead she pushes him onto her breast, feeding him as much as his mouth can handle. He lets go with one hand and grabs her wrist, pulls it free of his hair and guides her hand to his raging cock. She hesitates, resists him for a moment as she realizes where he is placing her hand, but then relaxes, and wraps those warm soft fingers over his manhood. Her fingers almost too tight as she grips him, then he groans onto her tit, her hand starts to stroke him...slowly, up and down, running her thumb over his throbbing head, toying with him. He bites down, too hard maybe, causing her to cry out, to scream her pain, or...as he pulls his head away, looks into her glassy eyes, to scream out her desire. He takes the other nipples between his teeth, sinks them in deep, grinds at the root of her rubbery teat, torments it with his tongue and reaches to pull at her panties, ripping them in his urgent need to feel those nether lips. He pushes the ripped fabric aside and digs his fingers in. Her shaved mound quivers, the swollen lips draping wide, kissing him wetly as he probes between them. Her continued moans spurring him on, he gropes deep inside her with two fingers, scooping out the slippery lube, then as he renews his efforts on her nipple, his fingers rub at her clit, bringing it to life. It bursts free of its hood, meeting his fingers. Her hips grind at his hand, as her hand picks up the rhythm on his cock. With a scream, primal, deep and tinged with urgency, he pulls from her nipple, teeth scraping it raw, and pushes her down on the pile of pillows. He stares at her, scanning her eyes for permission to continue. Her hand still on his cock gives him her answer, she pulls him down, spreading her creamy thighs, letting him sink into the softness of her feminine charms. He leans in to cover her lips once more, he wants to eat her screams, swallow her moans and with one quick thrust drives his thick cock deep inside her warm wet depths. Her tight passage sheathing his cock, his pulsing head forging a path in the velvety box. Her walls closing in, hugging him, squeezing his manhood almost painfully and he grunts into her mouth. His cock not stopping until his balls slam home on her ass, his head presses hard at her cervix and her moans tumble into his mouth, His tongue reaching in, scooping out her screams and lustful cries, sucking them into his lungs, feeding on her breath, on her primal sounds of desire. Her hips lift to meet his, thrust for thrust, her legs wrap around his hips, her heels locking on the swell of his ass, bearing down on him, demanding more from him. Locked in a carnal dance, they moan and scream...their passionate cries filling the air, the smell of sex heavy as he breathes in. Her eyes fly open, startled, almost surprised, and he feels her muscles tighten, briefly hold him in place, before she screams out her release, her pussy already wet, floods with cum, and seeps out, coating his balls, they slap wetly on her ass, yet he does not stop, he continues to fuck this angelic creature and she...she continues to cum, one long orgasm, keeping her on heat until...with his own scream...his cock swells, his balls tight, pull up against his body, then his seed shoots deep inside her, creaming her cervix, thick and hot. He collapses onto her, she holds him tight, legs still wrapped around him, holding him inside her, her hands on his neck, fingers laced through the thick wavy hair. His breathing slows, and he looks deep into her eyes. He rolls off her at last, slithering out of the cage she has made of her body. Without exchanging a word, he feeds the fire, pours new cups of hot chocolate and slips an arm around her shoulders helping her to sit. He hands her a mug, and once again, they stare at each other, drinking the hot chocolate. He takes her mug, and asks for an escort to the bathroom. She laughs, it tinkles melodically, and she pads, bare naked in front of him, leading the way. Cleaning up with barely luke warm water, they smile and touch each other. Returning to their make-shift bed, they curl up against each other and sleep. Morning finds them still snowed in, his clothes still wet where he dropped them the night before. Now there are practical things to consider. It is the day before Christmas Eve...and there is no food in the house, more wood needs to be brought in from the shed, and his car has to be found and his belongings brought to the house. The snowplow has not been through and with the size of the storm, it might be days before it does. So, they hang his clothes by the fire, and she digs through the cupboards finally coming up with a box of crackers, a jar of peanut butter and a bottle of jam. They share their breakfast in front of the fire, still naked, and still grinning at each other. She tells him that she was supposed to go to her parents for the holidays, he explains that he was driving to his brother's house to spend a few days with him and his family. They smile at each other, and with unspoken consent, she slips back into his arms, and they make love again, soft slow and sensual, long slow strokes in and out, the orgasms building slowly before bursting leaving them weak and panting in each others arms. They nap until noon, then decide that they must prepare for another night at least of being stormed in, with no power, bringing in some wood is essential. She finds him an old sweater, some boots and gloves and together they bring in some wood, smiling as they trudge through the snow...shaking the water off themselves before making several more trips. They find more crackers, brew hot chocolate and content themselves with laying in front of the fire, talking, finding out about each other. At last, they decide to make the trek to his car. Bundling up, they find an old toboggan in the shed and take turns dragging it through the snow. Finally, his car looms, buried to the top of the wheel wells in snow and they giggle themselves into a fit of hysteria. He scoops snow away from the door and climbs in, handing her out packages and parcels. He shuts the door and they load the rest of his things on the toboggan and walking side by side in a companionable silence, drag their laden burden home. He grins as they gather the things and lay them out on the kitchen table. He shoos her back to the fireplace to warm up while he prepares supper for them. It is Christmas Eve, and he is determined to put together a decent meal out of their meagre supplies. Crackers and cheese, grapes, he slices the stick of salami thinly, arranging it on a platter, adds some pickles and uncorks the bottle of wine. He is sure that his brother will forgive the pilfering of his Christmas basket, considering the circumstances. He opens the gingerbread cookies meant for his niece and nephew and tucks them on the side of the platter. Not too bad for a last minute meal...he puts the things that should be kept cold back in a bag and tucks the bag in the porch...it's as cold as the fridge out there at the moment. He carries his tray, laden with yummy edibles in by the fire and finds her curled comfortably, and sound asleep. He sips his wine, watching her, the soft rise and fall of her chest, the rapid fluttering of her eyelids as she dreams. He hopes she is having a pleasant dream, featuring him. His glass empty, he refills it, leans back against the couch, the fire keeping him warm and lets his mind wander. Without even realizing it, he has moved to her side and he is shocked to find his hand reaching inside her shirt, stroking her warm body. She wriggles, moves closer to him, murmuring in her sleep. Intrigued by both his actions and her reactions, he traces tiny light circles over her belly. Her deep moan stirs him and he lets his hand wander higher, cupping that perfect round breast, rubbing his thumb over her bra covered nipple. Her lips part, moans tumbling out, her back arching, feeding her breast to his hand. Downing the last of his third glass of wine, the fire heating his face, the wine heating his belly and her moans heating the rest of him. He leans down to kiss her sleeping lips, and is surprised when she kisses him back. He is sure she is still asleep, his free hand dipping lower to rub her crotch through her jeans. Slowly pulling back his hand, holding still, not even breathing, he listens for telltale signs, and at long last he lets his breath out slowly. He stands up and pads softly to the fireplace, adding another log, then turns and watches her. He does not want to wake her just yet so he grabs the flashlight to go do a bit of exploring. He prowls almost silently, room to room, taking in the essence of her in the subtle colours, the soft curves of furniture and finally finds himself in her bedroom. He pauses on the threshold, not sure if this is too much of an intrusion, but wanting to know more about her. Glancing over his shoulder to make sure that she did not awaken and follow him, he then takes that first step into her bedroom. He is startled by its small size, just room for the bed a nightstand and her dresser. The bed is simple, white duvet tossed over its queen sized mattress, dark elegant dresser matches the head and foot boards and a simple stand with clock and a book placed in the centre. Odd, she seems more complicated than this. His flashlight glares back at him from the full length mirror mounted on the closet door and he steps forward, hand twisting the knob, the light shining down on the floor. Smiling he plays the light over the clothes hanging neatly on the single rod. Colour coordinated, shirts, skirts, pants, jackets and a row of shoes underneath. He turns to go when something catches his eye. Curiosity getting the better of him he steps into the closet and touches the edges of what appear to be ... a door? A closet in a closet...most bizarre. He pushes and pulls, fumbling in the near dark until with a soft click, the door falls open a crack, so he pushes and is amazed to find a whole room inside the tiny closet. He steps in, shines the flashlight all around. The room is about 20 X 20 feet. Much bigger than her bedroom and furnished with the most interesting pieces he has ever seen. A large bed, decked out in brilliant red satin sheets, with high posts at all four corners. He moves in for a closer look and sees the strategically places hooks. He raises an eyebrow, definitely delighted to have found her secret room. A low padded bench, perfect for a submissive to bend over for a well deserved spanking. A set of stocks, he can just imagine her full bottom on display as she is held captive in the wooden holes. One wall is mirrored from floor to ceiling giving a reflective light, seemingly glowing. Den of Delights Hanging on the opposite wall is quite the collection of toys. Some of them he can't even imagine their use, but he is hoping that before the snow is cleared and the power reinstated that he will learn to use each of them in extremely intimate ways. He plays the flashlight over the ceiling, seeing hooks, chains, pulleys...a person can be restrained in infinite ways in this little closet of pleasure. He is most anxious to see this room in full light, but for the moment he will have to suffice with the torches placed every few feet along three walls. He finds the matches and lights the room up...awed by how much light they give off. It may be a little cool in here now, but he is confident that it will warm up quite quickly. He chooses a few items from the wall and finds his way back to the living room. Bending over her, finding her still sleeping he carefully affixes black leather cuffs to her wrists and ankles. He fastens a chain hooking all four cuffs together, allowing her movement, but not much. Then he slips the blindfold over her eyes, sits back and admires his handiwork. He helps himself to another glass of wine and feels the heat working its way through his body. She moans in her sleep, her wrists twisting in the cuffs and a smile curves her lips. He wonders if she is dreaming about her secret room with its accoutrements to dazzle the most dominant of Dungeon Masters. She stretches until the chain tugs at the cuffs and with a jolt she awakens and tries to reach for the blindfold. She licks her lips, then says, "Hey, what have you done? Where are you?" He holds his breath, letting her adjust to the restraints, to the deprivation of her sight. He watches until he must exhale and with that soft respiration she turns her head towards him. "What are you doing, untie me at once!" He chuckles as he drains his wineglass again. "Just let me help you sit up, I have found some food and I will feed you, if you say please." His arm has slight pressure across the back of her shoulders as she sits up, her pouty lips looking kissable, so he does. She can taste the wine on his lips and her belly growls in anticipation of food. "Ok, since I don't seem to have any choice, please feed me." She wets her just kissed lips and he sees the shiver that travels her spine. He hand feeds her, taking his time, enjoying this time with her, anticipating and planning what he will do with her soon. He lets her drink from the wine glass, smiling as she drains the third glass, watching the red flush that covers her cheeks, sees it spread down her neck, spilling onto her cleavage. She seems at ease, bound and blindfolded, being fed from his fingers. He sets the dishes aside and grabs the chain that tethers her limbs together, "Come on, follow me." She rises, a little wobbly on her feet and he waits until she gains her balance. He stares, a vision and all his. His cock stirs in his pants and he rubs at his crotch, thinking that this will be such a sweet Christmas Eve. He leads her through the dark house, into her bedroom and quite literally through the looking glass into a strange and exotic world. He pulls the chains down from the ceiling and attaches them to her wrist cuffs, only then unwinding the chain and tossing it aside. He pulls on the other end bringing her arms up, not quite stretching her, letting her adjust comfortably to the upright position. She smiles and he imagines that her eyes are veritably twinkling to be bound in her fantasy room. Well, she won't be smiling for long, he plans on using her until she begs him to stop, and then using her just a little more. She swivels her hips forward, suggestively, her jeans hugging her curves, her breasts jutting forward, hard nipples clearly visible through her shirt. He growls, low, like an animal, leaning in close to her and latches onto the side of her neck with his teeth. Sucking in her flesh, his tongue feeling her pulse beating with his tongue and without warning he sinks those teeth into her, pulling back, scissoring the tender flesh, not stopping until he realizes that instead of screaming...she is holding her breath. He pulls his teeth off, knowing that he has marked her neck and watches as she twists, almost completely dangling from her wrists, her mouth a perfect O as she at last exhales and draws in a loud ragged breath. Her nipples looking like they might rip the fabric of bra and shirt so hardened are they. He grabs a knife and presses the point to her tit, just above her nipple. She shivers, but does not say a word. He grabs the shirt and slices it away from her body, leaving the tatters hanging from her shoulders. He then uses the point to cut a circle from her bra, the nipple poking proudly through, her gasps echoing in the room. He cuts a second circle, and watches both nipples poking out, erect, swollen and he bends to grip one in his teeth. He tears into it, sucking the pert nub into his mouth, his tongue pressing it to the roof of his mouth and lets his teeth grind down until he is afraid he might bite it right off. He is rewarded at last with her scream. It peals throughout the room, as the torchlights flicker, casting shadows. He pulls back and instantly latches onto her other nipple, giving it the same ferocious attention, his hands mauling both tits, squeezing them at their base, they engorge with blood and she pushes towards him, feeding him her tender bits. As her screams turn to whimpers he stands back...watches as she gasps and pants, catching her breath. Her nipples glistening in the torch light, wet with his saliva, elongated from the attention of his mouth. He reaches for the nipple clamps, inspects them and tests them on hi finger...these are vicious little things, with teeth that will grip. He pulls and tugs, rolls each nipple before fastening a clamp to each. Her groan of anguish making his cock twitch in his pants, he soothes the ache by pressing up against her, rubbing his turgid tool up and down her thigh as he chews on her neck, biting a trail up to her earlobe, then whispers, "Such a good girl. You deserve a spanking though for those earlier screams." He grabs a paddle and delivers a dozen solid thumps to her jean clad ass cheeks, which does not cause her to utter so much as a whimper, but instead a long low series of moans. He chuckles to himself, "Ahhh, I think I am going too easy on you. I do see a nice long whip hanging on the wall...maybe that is more to your liking" He stands close to her, waiting for a response and gets only silence. He grabs the knife, slicing open the back of her shirt, pushing it aside, exposing her pale back. He caresses softly, then lets the point of the knife travel down, until it hits her bra, he slides it under, pulling back, her sharp intake of breath as her tits are pulled, the clamps biting in deeper as the nipples swell, then cuts it free. She growls, shaking as she twists her wrists in the cuffs, repositions her feet, dancing from toe to toe until she feels the cold steel point once again dragging a trail down her naked and exposed back. He unbuttons and unzips her jeans, not pulling them down, instead he whispers, "Wriggle out of those pants for me, dance for me..NOW!" He steps back and brings the whip down on her back, marking her flesh instantly. The thin red line welting as she screams. "Dance!" another lash of the whip, falling just below the first one, two thin stripes, a pale expanse separating them. She starts to writhe, wriggle and gyrate her hips frantically, biting her bottom lip, her screams squelched for the moment as she concentrates on getting her jeans off. He silently counts to ten, then screams at her, "I SAID DANCE!" Her scream rings out before the whip stripes her back and she dances from toe to toe, as her jeans start to slowly slide down her legs. He lashes her back three more times, her screams never quite fading from the air, before her jeans finally hit the floor, she frantically kicks at them to get them off. Hanging limply from her arms, she shudders as he gently traces each red welt with his fingertip, then bends to softly plant a trail of hot wet kisses. His hands knead her ass, feeling the silky panties that barely cover anything, then cuts them free, so she is naked at last, but for the tattered remnants of her shirt and bra. He stands back and admires her quivering flesh, drinking in her trembling body. Licking his lips he slips out of his own pants, lets his cock spring free, hard and hot, throbbing for some attention. He strokes it then advances on her attaching a collar to her neck. Thick and black, smooth leather and reaches to unhook her wrists, reattaching them to the rings on the collar. Leaving her free to walk, but not much else. He grabs the chain attaching the nipple clamps and leads her to the bench. He pushes her forward, watching as she places her knees on the padded rests, her torso and chest on the padded strip, breasts hanging freely, nipples being pulled by the chain. He runs a strap over her back cinching it tight, attaches both ankle cuffs to the knees rests and then swings them wide, exposing her ass and pussy. Unable to deny himself any longer, he stands in front of her, grabs a handful of hair, then forces his swollen cock past her lips. He can feel her tongue stabbing at his piss hole, reaming it, trying to scoop out any precum that may have gathered and he moans, pushes his hips forward, grabs her hair tighter as he slides the full length of his cock past her lips. He tears at the blindfold, wanting to see her eyes, wanting her to see him, his belly pressed to her nose, his balls mashed between him and her chin...her eyes blinking, tears standing in the corners as she struggles to pull breath past the cock that impales her throat. There is panic in those eyes, yet still her tongue massages his shaft, her throat convulsing on his head, sending shivers like little bolts of electricity dancing along his thick rod. The gagging, drooling, only turning him on more, he pulls back, lets her drag in a deep breath, then he starts to fuck her throat, forcing his cock all the way in, knowing it is bruising the delicate tissues, but he can't help himself...his body is on auto pilot, wanting to quench the fever that burns in his belly. With a scream, he pulls back, panting hard, sweat glistening on his body, physically holding himself back, he grabs the head of his cock, squeezes it until it hurts, until he no longer has the urge to drive into her mouth. He bends, kisses her, licking the drool, probing inside with his tongue, blowing his breath into her mouth so that she is forced to breathe him in. She quivers, strapped to the bench. Her body unwillingly inviting him to partake of every curve, every swell, every orifice. He slowly walks to the wall, opens the cupboard and chooses a nice thick butt plug. Yes, this will do nicely, it is about the same girth as his cock, it will open her up nicely for him. He takes down the wide leather paddle, gives it a test swipe and smiles at the sound as it slices, parting the fabric of the air. He comes up behind her, slides his hand into the folds of her cunt, feels how wet she is, his fingers sliding easily into that quivering quim. He takes his time, finger fucking her, watching her hips straining to push back onto his two fingers, curled as they rub over her gspot. He can not only feel the added lube, but can hear it sloshing in her tight tunnel, squeezing at his fingers. He brings her to the edge of orgasm, her cry of release just a little premature as he withdraws his fingers and brings the paddle smacking down quickly, two smacks on each cheek. Driving the air from her lungs as her climax recedes. Smiling he waits until her breathing slows, watches her muscles relaxing and then slides his fingers into the sopping depths of her pussy again. Slowly stroking her insides, bringing her to fever pitch once more. Her body bucks at him, unable to do much more than contract on his fingers, her movements so restricted, she screams out in preparation for climax, yet again he denies her that pleasure. He pulls his fingers from her clutching cunt, and delivers a series of smacks to her ass with his bare hand. He relishes the sting, the heat as it transfers from her reddened backside, and his cock rages, demanding attention. Her whimpers, that red ass, that pulsing pucker all driving him to near madness. He can't wait any longer, his thirst must be slaked and he dips his knees driving his turgid cock to the hilt in her pulsing pussy. He fucks her hard, not caring for her pleasures only his own. Her cunt yields to his cock, his hips like a piston, in and out, hard and fast. As he feels her pussy tighten, he leans over her body and releases both nipple clamps, quickly grabbing those nipples and rolling them. He is rewarded with her lustful scream, the frantic contraction of internal muscles as she cums on his cock, pulling the seed from his balls, his eruption nearing painful as her cunt wrings his shaft, his thick head flared as his piss hole sends forth his spunk. He pulls his cock out, letting the second stream of jism splatter all over her lower back, watches as it oozes over her ass and as her screams turn to moans, he releases her nipples and grabs the butt plug. Her body still straining at the cuffs, her climax just starting to wane as he rubs the plug through the dribbling cum and positions it at her little brown bud. He works it in an inch then pulls it out, hearing her breathing change, she gasps and starts to beg, "No, please....no, don't do tha...." Without letting her finish the sentence he drives it home...fascinated as he watches that little door stretch, his cum lubing the way, her hole stretched obscenely. Her little brown mouth kissing the plug and as she screams he gives it a twist, watching it swallowed by her ass. She quivers, whimpering and her cunt oozes more of his cum out past those nether lips. He reaches down, rubs her clit with his fingers, feels it grow and elongate, pulsing with a life of its own. He strokes it and then bends to plant his lips around that hardened nub, his tongue flicking at it. She struggles, deep groans floating back to him as he attacks her clit, tongue stabbing, teeth digging in to hold it still, sucking hard before his tongue continues its assault. She cums hard, her cunt pouring out its sweetness, soaking him, bathing his face in her wetness. He does not let up, stays at her clit until with a scream of anguish she cums again and again. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooo!" she begs him to stop, her voice whispering a litany, "no no no no no no." Her body trembles, the orgasms exquisitely painful as he demands her body to react, to cum over and over for him. She does not think that she can withstand even one more when she feels his tongue slow on her clit. She pulls in a deep shuddering breath, her body going limp on the bench when he grabs the plug and rips it from her ass. Her body convulses, twists and writhes in her bonds as he plunges it back in, starts to fuck her ass. The widest part pausing only briefly at each in and out movement, her ass reluctant to give it up and eager to devour it each time it presses back in. Her screams making his cock thicken and grow once more, he strokes it to full attention as her ass is abused with the plug. He pulls the plug, tosses it to the floor and drives his cock into her contracting sphincter. It resists him. He grunts, a raw primal sound filling the air as his hips thrust forward, gaining entrance at last to her forbidden treasure. His cock slowly disappearing into the dirty mouth of her ass. Stretched wide, brown ring turning pink and then a brilliant red as his cock plunges all the way in, his balls kissing her clit...his body shudders as he lets that ass massage the length of his cock. Primal instincts seize him, taking control of his body, his only thought is of his cock and its need to shoot its seed deep into the bowels of the bound woman that moans and screams, impaled on his throbbing tool. His hips find a rhythm, burying himself over and over in the molten depths of her ass. His hands alternate, slapping her cheeks, watching them turn crimson, the heat of her body driving him harder...fucking her to complete submission, owning this ravishing woman. Her howls of pain and passion are his undoing and as she climbs and teeters on the brink of bliss, he plummets, driving forth, his balls pulling up, tight as they contract, forcing stream after stream of cum deep in her quivering ass. His piss hole flares wide, spraying her insides and she screams with him, cumming in unison, one body joined in primal need. He collapses over her back, biting down onto her neck, her ass still contracting, still pulling seed from his cock. He kisses her bitten neck, tonguing the ridges, soothing her aching flesh. He kisses a trail down her back as he withdraws his spent cock. Breathing ragged, he licks the hand prints, deep red on her pale skin. He unhooks her wrists and then stands on wobbly legs and unhooks her wrists from the collar. He pulls her to a standing position and she leans into his body, her curves molding to the hard lines of his body. They stand, embracing tightly on Christmas Eve in this den of delights. He leads her to the bed and they curl into each other, appetites slaked at last and they sleep, dreaming not of sugar plums but of shared passions and the delights that Christmas morning will bring.