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mouth was dry. “Good. Now let’s get rid of the rest.” Without releasing my
wrists, he moved back enough to let me press my legs together. As he tugged my
skirt over my hips, a thought would shot through my mind.
    I need to leave. Right now.
    As he pulled my panties down, I thought , This is wrong.
Dangerous.
    And as I was finally left sitting on that table completely
nude, I thought, If you don’t stop this now, you’re going to get hurt .
    But then he touched my face, looked at me with those dark,
hungry eyes, and my heart started pounding harder, and my insides burned more,
and I couldn’t think about anything but having him inside me, filling me,
stroking away the ache between my legs.
    Before I realized it, he had me lying on my back, legs
spread, wrists bound in leather cuffs and chained to the table so my hands were
useless, tied over my head.
    I was trapped, not completely powerless, but almost. I
couldn’t catch my breath. I wanted to be set free. And yet I didn’t. It was all
happening so fast.
    My insides clenched as he fingered my slick folds, both in
anticipation and fear. I’d seen internet porn,  pictures of girls with smudged
makeup, their mouths stuffed with gags, their bodies bound and clamped and
paddled. Those images scared me, disturbed me. Did I really want to know if those
things hurt as badly as the pictures led me to believe? I had a feeling if I
didn’t put a stop to things now, I was going to find out soon.
    Red, red, red.
    That finger, the one teasing, tormenting me, delved deeper,
finding my entry and piercing it roughly. I bucked, blood surging through my
body.
    “You are so damn tight.” He added a second finger, and I
cried out. My insides clenched around the invading digits, warmth gushing,
easing his entry as they slid deeper, teasing the opening of my womb before
gliding out. He pushed them in again, out, knuckles scraping against that place
inside that made me quiver with need. I could feel the first tremors of an
orgasm quake through my body, but I fought it, wanting this sweet torment to
last much, much longer.
    He groaned as I clenched my inner muscles again. “I have to
have you.”
    I heard the ziiip of his zipper, the slough of fabric. The
crinkle of a condom wrapper. My fingers curled into fists. My legs shook as I
waited. I’d had so few partners. And it had been such a long time since I’d
enjoyed a climax that wasn’t produced from a battery operated device. I wanted
this, God help me, I did. Wanted it more than I should.
    Within seconds, I felt him, pushing his way past my sodden
tissues, entering me slowly, inch by glorious inch. I stretched to accommodate
his girth. He was big, very thick. Almost too big for me. It burned, but it
wasn’t entirely bad.
    He pushed my thighs wider apart, hands on the backs, pushing
them out and up toward my shoulders so my spine was curled, hips lifted. The
friction of his forward thrust nearly sent me over the brink. The added torture
of his finger flicking lightly over my clit finished the job. A white hot blaze
swept through my body, igniting every nerve, from the tip of my toes to the top
of my head. I convulsed around him so hard it almost hurt. I cried out his name
as he surged forward and back, thrusting hard into me, driving toward his own
release.
    My orgasm had barely faded when I felt his member swell as
he climaxed. My body still vibrating from the effects of the first one, I
tumbled into another orgasm. I jerked and writhed and screamed as he pounded
mercilessly into me, driving every drop of come from his body.
    And then, he bent over me and laid his head on my chest. His
semi-flaccid member remained buried deep inside me. Little twitches and tingles
accompanied the warm afterglow of that mind-blowing experience. I’d never come
like that.
    “You are exquisite,” he said a few minutes later. He
straightened, but only after giving me a sweet kiss on the chin. He grasped the
base of his cock, holding the used