by Shawn Keys
In the next motion, he slipped those white-denim shorts along with her panties around the curves of her athletic behind, up her thighs, and high enough so that they were serving as a sort of restraint wrapped around her calves and ankles.
Also, leaving the silken folds of her beautiful mound exposed to his senses.
Her sex was as gorgeous as the rest of her. He lost any doubt as to her true intentions; she was dripping wet, glistening under the loft’s high lights. She was excited, her labia engorged with arousal and the stimulation of wrestling around with him. The already firm nub of her clitoris was peeping out from under its hood, yearning for a touch.
Which is where Kyle’s core strength all came in. To make this work, he crunched his abs together, not just needing to lift his own body but also maintain the pressure downward to hold her pinned. Once he was sitting upright, he didn’t need as much effort, since he had her feet bent practically to the floor behind her head. She was letting out a steady stream of “Oh my god oh my god oh my god!”, but she was quite simply at his mercy in that moment.
His mercy was on vacation. The scent of her was intoxicating. Curving his spine, he leaned in and licked Soo-Yun from her entrance all the way through her sopping-wet folds with to her pulsing clit. Lashing the little nub with a series of quick sweeps of his tongue, he felt Soo-Yun quiver in his four-limbed grip that totally controlled her. Returning his tongue back along her mound, he feasted on her like she was a banquet set out for his delight. Her struggles grew less pronounced and her moans echoed from deep inside her.
Taking that as a sign of approval, Kyle pierced his tongue into her sex, kissing her netherlips with the passion he might have saved for a romantic embrace. His hands weren’t idle, roaming up and down the firm lines of her thighs as he kept her exposed. Folded in half like this, her breath was even harder to catch, so his aggressive lapping at her intimate flesh had her panting twice as fast as it might otherwise have done. Her hands were scrambling against the mats, clenching and unclenching and unable to do anything, whether the help or hinder her headlong plunge toward an orgasm.
Feeling the sweet tension entering her body, Kyle didn’t let up. His tongue painted faster and faster patterns in her flesh. Dipping into her core, he spiraled around, reaching in as far as he could and lapping up the juices of her early excitement.
She groaned, her fists bouncing off the mats as she gasped, “My clit. Oh, please, more… more on… on my clit… so close… please…”
Letting her beg until she sounded truly desperate, Kyle broadened his tongue and gave a slow lick that once again devoured her from entrance to the pulsing nub dying for his touch. Rather than lick, he gobbled it between his lips and applied sweet suction that was sure to set off fireworks in her core that would blast right up her spine and into her brain. Her need-filled scream echoed around the loft a split-second later. He kept up the tender assault, bringing his tongue to bear, flicking it fast while keeping warm between his lips, then releasing it so he could spiral circles around the clit again and again and again. Every skill the other women in his life had taught him on how to please a woman with his mouth, he used it now to keep her orgasm soaring on and on and on.
By the end, Soo-Yun was literally quivering in his grasp, losing any real awareness of anything beyond the fiery explosion of pleasure happening between her thighs. Tears of joyful release were streaming openly down from the corners of her eyes, dripping on the mats.
All the fighting and erotic tension drained from her limbs. Her head lolled back against the mat as she languished in his grasp. While that might have seemed like a trap, Kyle was fairly certain it wasn’t, since she started to babble semi-incoherently, “… only just… begun… just you… wait… not finished… uh uh… no Sir-ee… gonna… not gonna… go down that easy…”
Kyle stood at a crossroads. For a second, he seriously considered taking the high-road on this one. They had had their fun… well, she had had her fun, and he had a sneaking suspicion that if he cuddled up to her right there, or carried her over to the bed and snuggled into the sheets with her, she wouldn’t move a muscle until dawn. They could find his no-doubt trashed car around the street, go rent a new one, then carry on with this insane mission with her fully onboard.
Probably.
He was that kind of guy. The high-road guy. He had been all his life. He liked being that guy. The one people could trust.
But there was a hidden part of him that might enjoy dabbling on the low-road now and again. Megan had awoken it in him, tempting him into taking what he wanted, now and again, when he knew the woman involved might welcome it. It was always that way, whenever he was with Megan. With Danielle and Yvette, it was always so sweet, loving and surreal that two lovely ladies would let him into their beds. With Laura, it was all about passion and fire. But with Megan, she expected him to be a conqueror. She demanded it. Because only a conqueror who was willing to break her to his whim was worthy of her, since she was normally the one who did the breaking.
It felt a little like that with Soo-Yun. She wanted an alpha wolf with a heart of gold; one who had a purpose, but then also the strength to eat anyone’s heart who was foolish enough to try and stop him from seeing it done.
He looked down at her tangle of trapped limbs, and he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she wasn’t ‘done’ yet. Not nearly well enough. If he stopped… oh, she’d come along. She’d be there for them. She had a good heart, and he trusted his instincts on that.
But he wouldn’t have claimed her.
His focus slid sideways, peering at the edge of the mats that were not too far away. All he would have to do is lean… and he could reach what was lying there just beyond the edge. Wouldn’t even risk giving Soo-Yun too much of a chance to pull herself together and renew the wrestling game.
A long, careful stretch later… and he had them.
Two skipping ropes.
Wicked fantasies skimmed through his mind, and he settled on one that he couldn’t deny went beyond anything he had ever considered. It was her flexibility that made it boil to the surface.
Unpracticed at the art of bondage, he took his time to get it right. Not too tight, not wanting to cut off any blood flow. Not too loose, since he wanted her to feel the thrill of being trapped, and not able to simply shuck the bonds whenever she wanted as mere window dressing.
At first, she didn’t react much. By the time she knew what was going on, he already had one of her wrists and forearms bound to the ankle and shin on the same side. Her mouth fell open at the sinful sight, then whimpered as he tugged the first strands around her other leg and arm. She was still flat on her back, with her straight legs split into a wide, upturned ‘v’ that allowed her ankles to lay alongside her wrists.
He finished his work, and spent a moment lingering there between her thighs, breathing heavily for reasons that had nothing to do with how hard it had been to manipulate her lithe body around, and everything to do with the incredible vision she was. Her legs, which he had lusted after before, were now presented in all their glory. They were taut, stretched out, with every flexible, supple bit of them within his immediate touch. He lowered his mouth to the inside of her right thigh and kissed her flesh. All along those slender-yet-strong legs, he fell into a little worship of them, brushing his tongue and lips over the silk skin, once again struck by the moisturized, well-tended perfection of that skin covering the iron core beneath that spoke of a harder period in her life.
His lingering, exploring touches were a tantalizing call to Soo-Yun. With a voice raspy from her earlier cries of defiance and then passion, she goaded him on, “Please, Kyle. Make me yours. No more waiting. I need you inside me, now!”
Kyle paused to strip off his shirt and push his jeans down until he could kick them away. With her trussed and presented for him, he knew there was no need to keep her pinned, though he never drifted away. He wanted to feel the heat rolling off her. He wanted her to sense his presence and never wonder if he wanted
her.
Kyle gripped his phallus by the base, then rubbed the plum-shaped head up and down her wet mound. The fantasy of sexual fun breaking out inside the normally professional atmosphere of a dojo wasn’t an uncommon fantasy among those who practiced. This was close enough to qualify. Using his fighting skills in the service of lustful competition instead of true violence was as stimulating as those dojo fantasies had led him to believe. Adding in the sweet begging spilling from Soo-Yun’s lips and the image of her statue-sculpted body bound in place, waiting for his pleasure… well, steel had never been so hard as he was right then.
He guided his pulsing head through her folds, growling down past her split legs, meeting her eyes as he tormented her senses. “Feel it? Do you feel that heat? That’s what you’ve done to me. This… this is how much I want you. And tonight, what I want… well, what I want is what I’m going to take.” He nestled the plump head into the deliciously wet temptation of her sex. She almost sobbed at the thick weight of it already starting to stretch out her tight entry.
In no rush, and not wanting to hurt her, Kyle tried something new. Fighting off the building need, he let what came happen slowly and naturally. The pressure his cock put on her core eventually overcame the tension of her tight muscles around her entrance. Then inch by torturous inch, he sank deeper into the sweet vise of her pussy. It drove him insane as her inner walls rippled and flexed along his length, struggling to accept his prominent girth.
The whole time, Soo-Yun could do nothing but take the slow invasion with cries of need. It didn’t matter what her body might have been able to withstand. It didn’t matter what might have been technically best for her. She yearned to feel the full, imposing reality of him buried totally inside her, and she banged her head against the mat more than once as she demanded, “More! Oh, fuck me, Kyle, more! Do it! Just fuck… me… open!”
Then, when there was only an inch left to slide into her body, he pulled back halfway out, and then plunged the whole hilt of his sword into her body and shook her right to her core. His pelvis smacked against hers, and she cried out with lustful delight beyond what mere words could conjure. There was nothing left but animal snarls of raw desire as she took him and the pounding strokes that followed.
Finally unleashed and with his own lust primed by his patient invasion, Kyle truly set about claiming her with soul-piercing thrusts meant to shatter her good sense completely. She came around him almost immediately, which only served to let him sink himself with harder, more demanding strokes on the wings of her own ecstasy.
From somewhere in her lost state, Soo-Yun snapped her head up and locked eyes with him.
He stared back and growled words he wasn’t even sure she would understand. “You know I wasn’t lying. You know what I am.”
“Yes!”
“Say it, Soo-Yun. Tell me you know! What’s inside me?”
“Life! Your seed is alive!”
“Say you want it. Tell me you’re ready!”
Soo-Yun let out a shattered moan, then pleaded, “Do it! Fuck a baby into me! Plant your seed in me so deep! Make… me… yours!”
Her last words were an ecstatic keen as she was launched into yet another ragged orgasm. Kyle’s pulse was a wild drum in his ears as his hot cum exploded inside her and mingled with her own in a storm of vivid, unbridled pleasure. He didn’t stop, just plunging into her again and again as they coupled furiously on the wide-open mats until at last, Kyle knew he had pumped the last mote of passionate bliss out of both their bodies.
He sank against her thighs, breathing hard and struggling to return to sanity.
She let out a throaty, disbelieving laugh. Then, with a drunken giggle, murmured, “Please… please tell me… you aren’t going to leave me tied like this till dawn?”
Kyle let out a dark chuckle. “Oh no, not like this…”
* * *
Kyle lay on his back on Soo-Yun’s futon, his feet dangling off the bottom edge. He had moved the heavy dresser to the edge, giving him the heavy anchor point onto which he could lash Soo-Yun’s hands. Her hands were bound together, then affixed to the wood where she could grip and get a bit of leverage without escaping.
Once that was done, he had slipped under her spread legs until she was astride his cock in the reverse of how a cowgirl might ride him. He had smacked her hard on the behind and demanded that she pick up a good pace.
She had slid onto his up-thrust pole, moaning in sweet agony as she sank onto it under her own power, then started to ripple her sweet sex up and down in obedience to his command and the insistence of those smacks on her pert, hard ass.
* * *
Soo-Yun’s hands were flung above her head, still tied together. Now, the long leash extending from her paired hands stretched up to the chin-up bar that had caused her so much pain in the past. Her back was planted on the wall, slick with perspiration and other far more sinful fluids. The permanent ink of her burpee counting was smearing as she was bounced up and down along the rough gray wall, pinned against it by Kyle. Her legs were drawn up around his hips, clinging to him desperately as he rode her against the unyielding surface. Her bra was now gone, leaving her petite, perky breasts to bounce tightly for Kyle’s appreciation, who showed that appreciation by ducking his head to lick at her nipples and suck her breast flesh between his lips to be sensually devoured.
* * *
Soo-Yun’s hands were still bound together, though this time they were spread-eagled wide. The ties on each then ran down and under her futon, as if she was trying to hug the full-sized mattress and the ropes were helping her complete the circuit. Her now-fully naked body was otherwise stretched out with her on her stomach. Her ankles weren’t tied, giving Kyle the freedom to part them as he wished. The small taste of freedom didn’t matter, for she didn’t have the strength left to roll over, much less bolt from the room.
Kyle had put a pillow under her hips, turning her core up toward him. He was laying along her back, propped lazily on his elbows as he plundered her with slow yet savage thrusts. Each one drove her into the mattress again and again. She didn’t have the strength left to scream as… somehow… her body crested again into a climax.
She wondered if she would ever be not climaxing ever again…
* * *
Kyle lounged on his back while the early-morning sunshine played over him. Soo-Yun was on her side, tucked up against him with her head resting on his arm, her sea-green, wavy hair spilling over his skin. One of her legs was tucked up over his. The skipping ropes were back on the floor, mimicking their normal selves and not seeming to know they had been utilized in some very unsavory ways over the course of the evening. She looked almost boneless the way she lay, snuggled up against him and unable to even contemplate moving.
Soo-Yun noticed a flicker of worry cross over his face. “What is it?”
“Umm, well, I never did get a chance to go check on my rental car. I mean, it’s a long way to walk back to Tacoma.”
“Where’s it parked?”
“Two blocks from here, on Bronson.”
“Oh.” She sighed. “Maybe we shouldn’t sleep till noon after all.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because taxis don’t come to this part of town unless you pay them double, and it’s a half-hour walk to the closest rental car agency to replace your last one…”
* * *
Trisha Stanford didn’t have a day job. Her role in overseeing the financial obligations of the Dawn over the northwestern U.S. was a full-time job for her and her six staff. They were holed up in a dingy sub-basement rented in the name of a shell company she, herself, had created to look wholesome and viable. Nothing fancy, but more than secure.
She tapped a hardcopy summary passed to her by one of her junior members. She wasn’t that old-school, but she insisted on written reports once a day that she could file and save for a year. It was her way of keeping a chain of accountability for money that shouldn’t even exist. “Why rental properties?” The entire r
eport focused almost exclusively on them.
Pam Beckett’s fingers squiggled nervously in her lap. “Even with all the assets sold off by Clarke and Laurier, and factoring in a generous estimate of the cash gifts granted by the families of Green and Nyqvist, our working group didn’t assess they had the resources to buy any location with the security and size needed to house a group as large as the one loyal to Hutchings. Not unless they are living in horrible discomfort. That’s unlikely. People who live like that tend to make mistakes. They all lived well before-hand, with lots of space. If they crowded in, they would ache for a little freedom. But for months, they’ve managed to keep quiet and hidden. That implies they have the room and means to keep to a certain lifestyle quality.”
Trisha knew there were a few assumptions being made in there, but she paid them to make educated guesses like that. “Proceed.”
That was as much encouragement as Trisha ever gave. Spurred on, Pam said more confidently, “But with the money made off the sale of those houses, they could rent for a substantial period of time well beyond their normal means, as well as invest in resources like surveillance technology, vehicles, and weapons they would need to combat our own tactics. It is a short-term solution, but all the psychology reports on them are confident that these people believe they will be able to return to the normal way of living once this is done. They aren’t planning for years, so they are burning their resources at a far faster rate than is prudent in order to make comparatively short-term gains.”
Trisha nodded. “You have detailed all the listed rental properties here, but can we assume they wouldn’t find unlisted property to rent? They could have made an offer to someone rich with a property they rarely use.”
