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watched in breathless
fascination as Braden tied her ankles with the first thin rope,
leaving a hobble of maybe a foot between the feet. Then it was the
wrists, again the length of black silken cord between was
well-calculated. With a flourish, he showed a black blindfold to
Heather, laying flat on her back in a relaxed pose, with feet and
legs straight out, hands resting comfortably on her belly, which
was stretched taut between hip bones and the bottom edge of the
rib-cage. Her eyes went from his face to his cock, fully erect and
looking very big, and back again. She seemed a lot more comfortable
now. While there was a bit of a breeze and a few stars were visible
between the boughs overhead, the low fire put out a radiant heat
that was pleasant.
    The lake was quiet.
    Heather tipped her head forward, as
the length of line between her hands just barely allowed her to use
her elbows in lifting herself up and turning.
    The world went dark as Braden tied it
on her.
    “ It’s okay, I’m not going
to hurt you. And I will stop when you say so. Okay?”
    “ Don’t stop. Please don’t
stop, Braden.”
    He smiled at that.
    With a strong arm behind her
shoulders, Braden kissed her again, and Heather allowed herself to
be gently lowered on to the blanket, and she felt Braden’s weight
press on her for the first time.
    “ Um! Um.”
    Braden pulled away.
    “ Is everything all right,
my little one?” He stroked Heather’s belly and thighs, and gently
sucked at her throat. “Hmn. What if I was a vampire?”
    “ Yes, everything’s fine.”
She just wanted Braden not to crush her. “Actually, I was kind of
hoping you’re a rapist.”
    “ I am.
Remember?”
    She smiled up into her blindness and
Braden gave her ear a thorough tongue-lashing, inside and out as
goose bumps rose all over Heather’s pale form.
    “ You are so
beautiful.”
    “ Just be careful—and
gentle, please?” Heather, always trying to reach him with one hand
or another, hoped Braden knew what she meant.
    “ Oh, that’s right. You’re a
virgin.” Braden came back for another round of heavy kissing, with
Heather giving as good as she got. “I like virgins. I like fucking
them for hours on end, while they scream and scream.”
    Heather kept pushing up and then
flopping back on the blanket, sort of emotionally drained and
finding it hard to prop herself up while all tied up like that. She
really was in trouble! But it was so beautiful too. She was so
grateful for this, the chance to finally do it. It was better if
someone else had control of her right now. She was the luckiest,
and the happiest women in the world.
    Oh, thank you, God. Thank you, Jesus,
Mary and all the Saints.
    It was maddening not to be
able to see anything, as the weight lifted and then Braden ate her
pussy, her blind to all else, caressing her belly and sending
Heather into seething gasps of passion and despair, writhing and
moaning. Braden came up and went after the nipples, all the while
holding and squeezing. Heather loved the feel of his hands on her
bum…Braden kissed her up and down and all over, even licking
between her toes, and chewing gently on her inner thighs. Braden
rolled her over and nibbled on her bum, and then he licked her ass,
even doing the rectum. She gasped in piteous torment. He was
killing her with his mouth, his tongue. Prying hands moved her
around and positioned her for each next move, and yet she couldn’t
even watch the new discovery, each fresh encounter. Braden was
driving her mad with desire, all thoughts of fear gone now. Heather
felt so wonderfully turned on, incredibly sexy and full of an inner
heat that she had just plain lost control over. It was like
becoming an animal, with no higher purpose except this.
    Then it was more heavy kissing as
Heather cursed the cords that prevented her from putting her own
hands up and around Braden’s neck and pulling him in closer.
Without vision, she didn’t know which way to grab anyway. All she
could do was