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these fur-lined cuffs. She was almost on
her toes as her arms were strung from a chain in the ceiling. She could see
herself in the mirrors – a naked captive. Alluring and beautiful in her
captivity.
    Rust seemed to think so too. His
nostrils flared as he breathed in sharply.
    “You are beautiful,” he said.
“Look at you. Just look at you.”
    He went behind her and slid his
hands around her waist. He locked eyes with her in the mirror. His erection prodded
her buttocks. He started to caress her breasts and her waist.
    “Beautiful,” he kept murmuring.
His green eyes glittered with appreciation.
    She saw herself in his gaze and
her soul expanded with his desire. He finds me beautiful. How important
that was to her – she who had never considered herself beautiful.
    “I want to fuck you,” he said
into her ear. “God, how much I do want to fuck you.”
    His hand went down to her pussy
and he parted her leaves. His fingers rubbed against the soft, extremely tender
nub of her clit. The tendrils of pleasure exploded from her groin to swarm her
entire pussy.
    She was so wet. So very wet down
there.
    “Please . . . fuck me,” she
moaned.
    “Should I use a condom?” he
teased.
    He was so beautiful in the
mirror. Such a splendid specimen of a man. He stood as tall and proud as a god
behind her, and his hands were on her pussy – opening her up like a
flower, stimulating and caressing her most intimate recesses and edges of
flesh.
    “No,” she whispered. “You don’t
have to use a condom. Not anymore. Not with me.”
    She would give this gift to him,
and she could only pray he would not betray her.
    “Are you sure?”
    “Yes.”
    “But maybe I should open you up
more,” he said.
    He moved away. Then he went to
her side and grasped her right leg. She gasped as he raised it to the level of
another leather cuff. He imprisoned her ankle in this, so that she was dangling
most uncomfortably on three upraised limbs now. Then he did the same with her
other angle with another leather cuff on her other side.
    She was now suspended from the
ceiling by the chains and cuffs. Her pussy and asshole were prominently
displayed. If she peered downward, she could see her glistening flesh, leaking
with white pussy juices.
    He moved in front of her. His
cock was so hard it was almost upright.
    “Kate,” he murmured.
    His cock nudged and eased itself
between her sopping folds. Then he pushed. His penis cleaved her vaginal tunnel
easily – she was so wet. His hard flesh rushed into her and expanded her
with startling suddenness.
    She cried out at the pleasure and
pain of his impalement.
    He grabbed her buttocks to steady
her against his body. Then he began to thrust into her. Short, sharp bursts of
energy followed by longer and more measured pumps. She never had his naked
flesh inside her before, and the sensation was both stunning and thrilling.
    He fucked her and fucked her. His
fucking ferocity had always been incredible. His cock pounded and stroked her,
and there was a particular spot he was angling for. Her G-spot. That little
curvature of flesh at the back of her vagina wall, just below her cervix. When
her cries and moans indicated he had hit the spot, he anchored her more firmly
than ever and cored into her more aggressively than before.
    He punctuated each thrust with a
grunt, and she responded with little cries of her own:
    “Oh!”
    “Oh!”
    “Oh!”
    Her body was a receptacle for
pleasure, but her mind ran with all sorts of wild thoughts:
    I love you.
    I need you.
    I need you inside me and with
me forever.
    Had they reached a new level in
their relationship?
    She was fast approaching her
climax. Her G-spot was rubbed and stroked to rawness, and her nerve endings ran
riot, firing her synapses and triggering all her pleasure points right up to
her brain.
    She threw back her head and cried
out. White-hot light flooded her eyes. Her body contorted and shuddered and she
had the most violent orgasm she had ever