Part 2
(MF, bond, toys, rape-fantasy)
by 'Rose of Eden'
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Anne woke slowly, reluctantly, when the late morning sun hit her pillow.� With a groan, she tried to pull the covers up over her eyes, but it was too warm and she finally gave up.� Flipping the sheet back, she stretched luxuriously, still not fully awake.�
Sore muscles protested as she moved, and suddenly the night's events came flooding back.� Anne sat up with a gasp and looked wildly around, expecting to see him watching her somewhere in the room.� But she was alone.�
Anne settled back with a sigh of relief.�� In the light of day, her visitor seemed like a dream, a wildly erotic fantasy that ouldn't possibly be real... and yet it was.�
Closing her eyes, she could still see him standing over her, tall and naked and overpoweringly male.� If only she had seen his face...� But he had kept his mask on the whole time, and she only saw his mouth and his dark, intense eyes.� She trembled slightly as she remembered the sound of his voice, his touch; the mingled fear and desire making her breath come faster.�
"It's over.� He's gone," she told herself out loud.� She knew she should be relieved, and yet in the privacy of her heart she had to admit she was disappointed, too.� Intensely curious by nature, she longed to know who the sexy stranger had been... and what else he might have done to her, given time.�
"Get over it, girl," she told herself angrily.� Turning to get up, she saw he'd left something on the pillow beside her.� Actually, several somethings.� There was a note on pale parchment, along with a red-tipped white rose and his cat-o-nine tails.�� Anne felt herself growing hot at the sight of his little "toy," and to distract herself she reached for the note instead.
�� �������� ���Good morning, my sweet.� I trust you slept well.� As much as I would have loved to wake by your side, I have other business to attend to.� But don't worry - I'll still be watching you. And you'll see me again soon enough.
�� �������� ���In the meantime, a rose to compliment your beauty.� And my little toy - something to remember me by. But no playing without my permission or I will be forced to punish you.� Keep it with you always.� I will ask for it when next we meet.
�� �������� ���Until then, my pet�
Anne shivered, suddenly cold in spite of the warm sun.� He was watching her ; he'd said so last night.� And he was still out there somewhere.� The thought of him coming to her again was both arousing and frightening.�
She reminded herself firmly that this was why she'd come to Eden's Garden Resort.� Her love life up until this trip had been... uneventful, to say the least.� Anne knew there was something missing, but in her limited experience she couldn't say what it was she was wanting.� And so she'd come here.� The Resort promised to fulfill all her fantasies, even the ones she didn't know that she had, and had put her through a grueling psychological evaluation to determine just what those fantasies might be.�
But she'd thought it would be more... planned.� An appointment with a professional staff member or something.� Not this.� She couldn't deny that last night had been the most exciting and arousing experience of her life, but in the light of day she was afraid as well.� Afraid of her mystery man's demanding desires and of her own wanton response.�
Anne's practical mind reminded her that she could always call it off.� Her personal "entertainment coordinator" had made it perfectly clear that she could call a halt any time their "entertainments" truly displeased her.� But she didn't want to have to leave such a wonderful vacation.� So far she had had a great time, dividing her days between parties and excursions, and lounging around the pool or on the beaches... And then she remembered� the ladies only luncheon.� It would be a perfect distraction.� Glancing at the clock, she saw she had just enough time to make it if she hurried.�
In the shower she looked herself over, surprised to find very little evidence of last night's adventures.� He had been careful with the whip, never striking hard enough to leave welts.� But her throat was bruised from where he had grabbed her.�� There were teeth marks on her breasts, her wrists and ankles were red from being tied, her lips swollen.� And she was sore in places she never imagined she would or could be!
Anne dressed carefully in a light cotton sarong that tied around her throat and hid the bruises there.� Strappy sandals covered the marks on her ankles, and bracelets on both wrists took care of those marks.� Studying herself critically in the mirror, she nodded in satisfaction.� It would do.�
Then she looked again, realizing she had picked not only a practical outfit, but an extremely alluring one as well.� The bracelets and the sandals' ankle straps were a reminder of her silken bonds, and the crimson sarong showed off her pale complexion, leaving her long legs and most of her back bare.� She thought about changing into something more conservative, but decided against it.� She had seen the desire in his eyes last night, the need.� If her mysterious lover was going to be watching her, �Let him get an eye full�, she thought.�
With a mischievous smile, Anne headed toward the door.� Then she remembered the whip.� He'd said to keep it with her, but how could she possibly carry the thing?� Thinking quickly, she grabbed a towel from the bathroom and wrapped it up.� Then she stuffed it in the bottom of her macram� beach bag, along with her purse and a few other things.� She didn't usually carry such a large bag around with her, but it just looked like a big purse, so she knew it would work. And the idea of having the thing with her, ready at a moment's notice, was a definite turn-on!�
Shaking her head, Anne rushed out the door.� She'd have to run if she didn't want to be late...
*****
For several days Jared watched her, his beautiful pet, trying to decide what their next adventure should be.� It was a delightful game, watching from a distance and then walking right past her in a crowd.� A couple of times he'd actually masqueraded as a waiter or a concierge, just to get close to her.� But as much as he was enjoying stalking her, watching her try to find him in the crowds, he knew he wouldn't be able to wait much longer.� Just the sight of her, dressed in clinging silks and cottons, swimsuits, or her lacy nightgown was enough to make him hard.� There were so many things he wanted to teach her, so many toys to play with...
Finally, he saw her go into the spa.� It was too perfect an opportunity to miss and, after a brief planning session with his "entertainment coordinator" he was ready.
*****
Anne was growing anxious with waiting.� Every night she'd sat up, wondering if he would come to her.� And she spent her days watching the men around her, wondering if he could be one of them.� She thought she would recognize his voice or his eyes, but she never saw anyone that could him.� She was finally starting to believe that he was playing a trick on her, that he would never be back, and was surprised to find herself getting depressed at the thought.�
Determined to relax, she scheduled herself for a full day at the resort's excellent spa.� After a morning of facials, mud baths, manicures and pedicures, not to mention a delicious lunch, she was feeling much more herself.� And to top it all off, she had a full hour massage scheduled.��
A female spa attendant guided her to the massage room, a small studio with low lighting and soft music playing.� The room's one window was open with plants outside for privacy, letting in a cooling tropical breeze and the scent of jasmine.� The attendant took Anne's robe and helped her to lie on her stomach on the table, draping a light sheet over her naked body to preserve her modesty. Then the woman left her alone, advising her that her masseur would be with her shortly.
Already relaxed from a morning's pampering, Anne drifted in drowsy contentment while she waited.� After what seemed like a long time, she heard the door open and close, but didn't bother to raise her head as she heard soft footsteps enter.�
She heard a rustle of fabric and the sound of soft breathing, and the sound of objects being moved around on the bedside table, and then she felt a presence close behind her, the masseur she assumed.� Strong, male hands, coated with scented oil, began to rub her shoulders, gently easing away the last of her tension.� After a few minutes he guided her arms down to her sides, helping her to rest her head in the face cradle built into the table. Then his hands began to move lower, stroking up and down her back in a deliciously languid rhythm.� Anne sighed in contentment.�
Jared grinned, watching her relax under his expert ministrations.� He'd always been told he had good hands, and Anne's sighs of pleasure confirmed it.� He took his time, savoring the feel of her soft skin, and had to restrain himself from laughing out loud as he imagined the rest of his planned "treatment."
As she relaxed even further, he allowed his hands to drift out along her sides, just brushing the edges of her soft breasts.� When she didn't object, he moved lower, sliding the sheet down her body as he massaged her lower back.� And then lower still, down the gentle swell of her hips and across her firm buttocks, rubbing and kneading the soft flesh as he went.�
"Mmmm...� Ohhh..."� Anne wasn't even aware of the sounds she made, her mind drifting under the relaxing spell of the room and the massage.� A vague thought of protest crossed her mind as his hands touched sensitive areas, but after all she had requested a full body massage, and it felt so good...
Jared continued his downward movement, carefully avoiding the temptation to slide his hand between her legs... for now.� Instead, he made his way down the backs of her legs, letting his thumbs slide along the sensitive insides of her thighs, and then down her calves.� Gently bending her knee, he lifted her lower leg up and began to massage the sole of her foot, earning another moan of pleasure for his efforts.� He finished with the other foot, leaving her completely relaxed.�
Anne was barely awake as she felt his hands slide back up along her body.� Whoever this man was, he had excellent hands, she thought dreamily.� She'd have to remember to give him a generous tip...
Jared worked his way up her body in a long, slow slide.� It was time to move on.� He took her wrists lightly in his hands and, gently so as not to startle her, slid them up behind her back.� Picking up a set of padded cuffs from the side table, he snapped them over her wrists, leaning down as he did it to whisper in her ear:� "Are you enjoying your massage, my sweet?"
"My God... it's you..." Anne gasped in surprise, trying to turn and see him.� But he kept a firm grip on her arms, pinning her to the table.�
"Now now, pet, just relax," he murmured, "Let me take care of everything."� Holding her down with one hand, he grabbed his next prop, a silk scarf.� He released her long enough to blindfold her with it, and then picked her up and laid her on her back, her cuffed hands under her.� He pulled up the leather band he'd attached under the table earlier, and fastened it around her waist to hold her still.�
Anne tried to struggle, frightened now that he was really here, but she was no match for his strength.� Blinded and bound, her breathing quickened in anticipation that was equal parts arousal and dread as she waited for him to make his next move.�
Jared waited a little, letting her anticipation build as he enjoyed the sight of her naked body.� He still couldn't believe how lucky he was to find a partner so well suited to him and so beautiful as well.�
Looking around the room, he noticed something missing.� "Where is your toy, my sweet?" he asked.� "I told you to keep it with you..."
"It... it's in my bag, in the dressing room," Anne told him, surprise and an edge of exasperation in her voice.� "I couldn't very well drag my purse around the spa all day..."
"You could have, and you should have," Jared cut her off roughly.� "You know what this means, my pet," he continued.� "You failed your first test, and now I'm going to have to punish you."�
"No!� You can't!"� She was frightened, but felt herself getting angry as well.�� "I dragged that damn thing around for days, and now, the one time it's not right at hand..."
"Silence!" he commanded.� He waited to see if she would obey.� Jared knew he had to be careful this early in their relationship.� Too much fear would destroy her excitement and drive her away, and he had no intention of losing her now.�
Anne bit her lip to hold back her words, afraid to anger him even more.� She had absolutely no idea what kind of "punishment" he had in mind for her, and her curiosity was driving her mad as she waited.� It couldn't be too bad, she tried to tell herself.� After all, she knew he'd been careful with her the last time, using small pains to excite her without really hurting her.�� But he'd sounded so angry.
Still, for some odd reason, she actually trusted her unseen lover not to do anything she truly didn't want.� There was something intensely exciting about being so entirely in his hands and knowing that whatever he did would lead to such deliciously elicit pleasure.�
Jared watched her body language, smiling as he saw her slowly relax.� He'd had excellent teachers, and knew how to read his partners, to know just how far he could push.� Anne was an open book to him, and one he would delight in reading cover to cover.�
"You must learn not to argue with me, my sweet," he said, amusement tempering his angry tone.� "But you're right, you did obey fairly well for the most part."�
"Do you remember this?" Jared asked as he slipped the ball gag into her mouth.� "Yes, I can see that you do.� We wouldn't want anyone hearing you and interrupting us, now would we?� Now let's see... what would be an appropriate lesson?� Ah, I know.� Perfect."�
Anne felt her body tensing as he moved away, waiting to feel the sting of another whip or maybe some other kind of blows.� Instead, she heard soft sounds as he moved around her.� The pop of a bottle top, and the slurping sound of oil rubbing over flesh.� More movement... and then his hands rested lightly on her shoulders.
Jared felt her twitch as he touched her and grinned at her nervousness.� "Relax, princess," he soothed her softly, hands slowly rubbing across her shoulders and throat.� Taking his time, he ran his hands over her collarbones, easing the tension out of her bit by bit.� His hands moved out, along her ribcage and then back across her tight stomach.� Moving in slow circles, he approached her breasts, hands just brushing lightly against them and then away again, teasing her for long minutes before finally drawing his oil-slick hands lightly across her hardening nipples.
Anne sighed behind the gag as his hands traveled her body.� This was his idea of punishment???� If so, he could punish her as often as he liked...� And then his hands found her breasts, and she moaned in sensual pleasure.� The feel of warm oil sliding across her nipples made her twitch, her back arching to press her breasts into his hands, but he kept his touch light, teasing.� He worked across and around her breasts until she thought she'd go mad from the taunting touch, and she could hear him chuckle at her reaction.
Jared finally moved his hands lower, massaging her taut stomach briefly before sliding his hands lower.� Her hips were propped up on her bound hands, giving him just enough room to run his hands under her, massaging her tight ass and drawing more sounds of pleasure from her.� He watched her head toss from side to side and felt the muscles under his hands twitch.�
Jared loved these games.� He was teasing himself as much as her, his cock growing harder by the moment.� God, but she turned him on.� It was taking all his discipline to hold back.� It was what he'd wanted: a true challenge.� He'd been looking for a long time, and now, finally, it looked like he'd met his match.� This woman was the only one who'd ever tested his control to such a degree, and it made his pulse pound just thinking about where he would take her.
Anne could feel the moisture starting between her legs and held her breath, waiting for him to touch her there.��� But his hands moved lower instead, sliding across her thighs, fingertips barely brushing the edges of her mound.� Her hips lifted of their own accord. boldly inviting his touch, but he simply tightened his grip on her thighs, forcing her down.�
Jared chuckled at her reaction, pausing to savor the frustrated whimper she made before relaxing his grip to continue massaging his way down her legs.� When he reached her ankle, he lifted it gently up and back, bending her knee and cradling her lower leg in his hands.� The he bent his head and slowly, deliberately, planted a light kiss on top of her foot.�
Anne let out a smothered gasp of surprise that quickly turned into a moan of pleasure as he began sucking on her big toe.� Licking, biting, kissing, he teased her foot, sending waves of sensation through her entire body.� Anne had never believed what she'd heard about feet, but he was quickly making a convert out of her.
He moved to her other foot, giving it the same treatment.� All the while he watched her reactions, hips writhing, clit twitching with each new sensation.� Finally Jared had to stop, before he lost control and finished the game then and there.� Gently, he laid her foot back on the bed, giving her legs a last, lingering caress before stepping back away from the bed.�
"Are you enjoying yourself, my pet?" Jared asked.� Another moan and a twitch of her hips were all the answer he needed.� "Yes, I see that you are.� But you don't seem very relaxed, my dear.� Maybe this will help..." he said.
His words sent a thrill of anticipation through her.� Anne could only wonder what he might do next.� She didn't have long to wait.� A soft buzzing sound came from somewhere nearby, then moving closer and closer until she felt something brush across her stomach, something that was vibrating ever so gently.�
"Pulsing massage wand, it says," his voice came from above her.� "What will they think of next?" Jared grinned as her body twitched, and gave her another stroke with the (by any other name) vibrator.� He slid the thing across her body, brushing across one already hard nipple and then the other, letting the vibrations build in one breast and then moving to the other, then back again.� He teased her breasts like that for several minutes, and then began to work his way lower, across her taut stomach, around her hips, still avoiding the center of her pleasure as he massaged her inner thighs with his toy.�
Anne thought she would go crazy if he didn't finish soon.� Her body thrashed as waves of need rushed through her, her loud moans almost drowning out the sound of the vibrator.� If not for the gag, she would have been begging him to touch her clit, her pussy, anything to give her the relief she so desperately needed.� But instead she felt him move away, leaving her desperate and frustrated.
"You didn't think I'd forgotten, did you?" Jared asked his prisoner.� "Now that you've been properly... motivated, it's time for your lesson.� Time you learned who's truly in command here."� He leaned down over her, to whisper in her ear:� "I am going to unbind you now.� You will do EXACTLY as I tell you, my pet.� Nothing more, nothing less.� If you can do that, you will be rewarded.� If not..."
Anne tensed, suddenly frightened again.� She wished he would simply do whatever he had planned and get it over with.� She waited, barely breathing, to see if he would finish his thought.�
When Jared saw he had her complete attention at last, he finally completed his instructions.� "If you choose to disobey me in the slightest thing," he told her, "I will bind you down again and leave you like this for the staff to find.� Do you understand?"
Anne was shocked, frightened and furious all at once.� He wouldn't dare... �surely he couldn't... But by the tone of his voice she knew he certainly could, and would if she didn't obey.�
"I said, Do you understand?" Jared demanded again.� "Answer, or I leave you now!"�
Anne quickly nodded her head, exaggerating the movement so there could be no misunderstanding.� The thought of public humiliation was unbearable to her, and she would do almost anything to avoid such an incredible embarrassment and scandal.�
"Good."� She could hear the smile in his voice, smug and arrogant in his power over her.�
Jared reached over and undid the strap holding her down, then lifted her up until she was kneeling on the table.� "I'm going to release your hands now.�
You will keep them at your sides until I tell you otherwise.� If you try to touch the blindfold or the gag at any time... you know what will happen."� His voice was a low, ominous growl.
Anne felt the cuffs come off and wanted to rub her sore wrists. But, fearful of the penalty for disobedience, she forced her hands to stay at her sides.�
"Very good, my sweet," Jared praised her.� He was walking the edge with her, he knew, and took things one step at a time so as not to push her too fast.� "Now, put your heels together and spread your knees.� That's right," he continued as she obeyed, "Now let your ass rest on your heels.� Are you comfortable, pet?"
Again, all Anne could do was nod.� The position opened her crotch up to the cool air, teasing her mound and drying the moisture between her legs.� As she sat, gravity slowly pulled her weight down, spreading her further and making her clit twitch as muscles stretched.� He would touch her now, she thought, or make her touch him.� She was close... close, but not quite right.
Jared loved the sight of her body like this, her sweet cunt spread wide, high tight breasts just at eye level for his viewing pleasure, her skin flushed with desire and nervousness.� "Now," he instructed, "Slide your hands up your sides... slowly... Yes, like that..."� Her obedience pleased him, warming his voice just as the sight of her heated his blood.� "Now touch your breasts...
just touch them..." he pressed her as she hesitated, "Go on, explore... feel the soft, firm flesh... let your fingers brush your nipples... gently, don't rush... good... very good...." He let his husky voice trail off as she began to explore.
Anne quickly lost her nervous self-consciousness as her hands moved to his instructions.� She had never been one to touch herself, had never even considered masturbation. But there was something so exciting, so erotic about touching herself when she knew he was watching.
Almost of their own accord, her hands fondled and caressed the sensitive flesh.� One fingernail grazed a nipple, and she groaned in pleasure.� Growing bolder by the minute, she caressed and fondled herself, pinching her hard nipples and then flicking them up and down until she was gasping for breath.�
Jared found himself wishing he could see her face, watch the look in her eyes as she discovered the pleasure of her own touch.� He almost reached to remove her blindfold... but stopped himself just in time as he remembered the rules of their game.�
"Very good, my sweet."� His voice was husky with desire, the sound exciting her even more.� "Now..." he continued, "run your hands along your stomach, slowly.� That's it... take your time... now further down... further... feel the texture of your hair... Are you wet there?� Are you ready...?"�
Anne nodded her head, certain he would come to her now.� But Jared wasn't finished with her lesson just yet.�
"Touch yourself," he ordered. He could see her hesitation, her uncertainty, and knew she had never done this before.� Gently, patiently he encouraged her.� "Go on, my dear.� Run your fingers through that soft, warm cunt.� You know you want to."
Anne's body arched at her hesitant touch, a shiver of pleasure running through her.� Startled, she pulled her hand away.� Jared almost spoke, but before he could her hand was already returning to that warm, moist place, fingers growing bolder, more confident with each stroke.� Her hips began to move, bouncing up and down on her heels in time with her hand's movement, searching for the release she was now desperate to find.�
She couldn't believe the sensations running through her body.� Her clit twitched as she rubbed it, and of its own accord her other hand came back to fondle her breast again.� Her moans of pleasure turned into frustrated grunts as she struggled vainly to find her release.�
"What's the matter, my sweet?" Jared asked in mock concern.� "Are you having trouble?"� It was all he could do not to pull her hands away and let his prick take their place, giving them both the relief they needed.� He knew she would welcome him... but the lesson was not quiet done.� "Maybe this will help," he offered solicitously.� "Reach down in front of you," he commanded.�
It was all he could do not to laugh when she hesitated, not sure which hand she wanted to take away from her body.� In the end, she left her breast alone and reached down to find the present he'd left her: the 'vibrating massage wand,' already on for her convenience.
Anne felt the vibrator, and if it weren't for the gag, a satisfied smile would have curved her lips.� After a few seconds fumbling, she found the right grip and began running it over her twitching clit, moaning and gasping in pleasure.� Still conscious of her watcher, she forced herself to move slowly, teasing both him and her with the motion, until finally she could stand it no longer and cautiously slid the pulsating wand home up inside of her.� The sensation was so exquisite she let out a muffled scream, and quickly drew the wand out so she could bury it deep into her cunt again.� In and out, in and out it went, until her whole body was shuddering with her impending orgasm.
"STOP!" His voice was like a whipcrack, freezing her in mid-thrust.� She whimpered in frustration as he took the vibrator away, seconds before she would have cum.� "Turn around," he ordered sternly.� Jared knew his voice sounded harsh, cruel, but it was taking all his willpower to finish the game.� God, how he wanted her, his cock was twitching and straining against his trousers like it had a will of it's own.�
Anne's body shivered with frustrated need.� She started to reach for herself again, but felt something press against the front of her legs.� "Lean forward," came the rough command, and again she tried to obey.� She felt herself falling, but he was there to catch her, hands gently but firmly supporting her shoulders as he laid her face first across the table, her hips propped up over a thick bolster cushion.� "Give me your hand."� She did, and felt cold metal as he handcuffed her to the table leg.� "Now the other one."� Again, handcuffs.� She was caught, helpless with her ass in the air, bound to the table again with no way to reach the release her body so desperately needed.
Jared couldn't take it any longer.� Dropping his trousers to free his straining member, he climbed up onto the table between her legs.� Using his hands to spread her further open, he let his rock-hard prick rest against her ass.� Her hips twitched under him, begging.� He leaned his upper body down over hers to whisper "You see, my sweet, obedience does have it's rewards." And on the last word he slid into her welcoming warmth.�
Her cries of pleasure were music to his ears as he took her, hard and fast.� She came almost immediately, but he still kept thrusting, hands tightening on her hips to give him better leverage.� Using her legs, she pressed her hips up to meet him, helping him to go deeper and deeper into her tight canal, each orgasm tightening her muscles around his pulsing cock.� Soon he felt the surge, and emptied himself into her as yet another orgasm shook her beautiful body.� Even after, he kept moving, bringing her back gently from the edge until she lay beneath him, motionless and spent.�
Jared took his time in leaving her, reluctant to leave the warm moist depths of her wonderful cunt.� Their time would be up soon, he knew, but still he stole a few precious moments to just rest.� Finally, he forced himself to leave her embrace. Lifting her hips he gently slid the bolster out from under her, laying her more comfortably down onto the table.� Then he moved around in front of her and gently slipped the gag from her mouth, pressing his lips against hers in a tender kiss.
"You are the most incredible woman I have ever met," Jared whispered softly in her ear.� "Thank you for trusting me."� And with that he removed her cuffs and was gone before she could raise her head.�
Exhausted, Anne simply lay for long moments, savoring the afterglow.� Finally she lifted one hand and dragged the blindfold off, blinking her eyes in the dim light.� "You're welcome," she murmured contentedly.����
THE END
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