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Nancy bucked her hips. I heard the clink of chain and then felt the urgent press of her manacled hands on the back of my head. She began to writhe in contorted uncontrolled spasms. I flickered my tongue across her clit and then pressed one gloved finger deep inside her.
I heard a long muffled moan of deep satisfaction, and then Nancy’s legs clamped violently together around me as a sudden orgasm rocked her. The muscles in her torso clenched and she heaved her upper body off the bed. I held my finger deep inside her and kept strumming her clit with the tip of my tongue. Nancy went limp at last and then fell, shattered, back onto the mattress, exhausted and gasping.
I unfastened the handcuffs, and gently unbuckled the leather restraint of the ball gag. Nancy groaned, weak with the delirium of her exhaustion. “Thank you,” she croaked.
I stood watching her for a moment. The tang of her taste was on my lips. She lay like she had fallen from a window onto the sidewalk below; her legs apart, one arm flung across her body and the other thrown languidly above her head.
I left the room, closed the door behind me, and changed into a fresh shirt. I swigged mouthwash and then sprinkled my chest and jaw with expensive cologne. When I went back into the bedroom I had a silk tie in one hand. Nancy had not moved.
I shuffled and scuffed my feet. Nancy licked her lips like they were parched. She turned her head slowly towards the sound of me. “My name is Nancy,” she said in a croak. “What’s yours?”
I said nothing. I seized one of her wrists and knotted the end of the tie around it. Then I dragged her off the bed and led her towards the drapes.
She came tottering. The strength had gone from her legs. Her body glistened with perspiration. Tiny beads of sweat trickled down between her breasts and ran in a rivulet to her navel.
There was a wingback leather chair by the window. I positioned Nancy on her hands and knees on the cushion so that she had her chin resting on the backrest of the chair, her bottom lifted high. She dangled her arms limply. I looped the tie underneath the legs of the chair and bound her other wrist so that she was kneeling, perched, facing the window.
Then I drew the drapes wide open.
Nancy flinched. The light in the bedroom was muted, but with the drapes drawn apart, the glare from the surrounding city buildings spilled in – a riot of garish neon and the ambient glow of a bustling city shining.
I went and stood before her with my back to the window, then forced the hardness of my cock between her lips.
Nancy’s mouth opened with obedient instinct. She fluttered her tongue over the swollen length of me and then relaxed her mouth so that I could thrust deep with my hips. She gasped, but I was relentless. Nancy made the sounds of soft squirming resistance. I ignored her until I felt the tip of my cock press against the back of her throat. I withdrew slowly, and Nancy gave a deep explosive gasp as she re-filled her lungs. Her chest heaved for air and I saw the dampness of tears against her blindfold. Her lips were puffy.
“Fuck, yes!” she sobbed. “More, please!”
I narrowed my eyes, then thrust deep into her waiting mouth. I tangled my fingers in her hair and held her so that her nose brushed against the flat of my abdomen. Nancy went limp – surrendered herself. I held her with my cock deep down her throat for long seconds until I felt the clench of her jaw and the urgent lash of her tongue.
I withdrew myself from between her lips and Nancy raised her head and sucked in a sawing deep breath. Her cheeks were slick, her mouth hanging slack.
“Hurt me,” she insisted. “Please! I want you to.”
I flinched. For long moments I did nothing. My feet felt rooted to the floor.
“Hurt me!” Nancy pleaded again.
I went around behind her and stood for a moment, staring at the curve of Nancy’s back and the way her hips flared before narrowing into a tiny waist. Her skin was smooth. I cupped my hand and spanked her lightly on the bottom. A livid red mark appeared. Nancy made a soft sound of encouragement. I spanked her again and she started to growl with rising lust.
“Beat me!” she cried out.
I thrust my cock into her pussy and felt her clench around the fullness of me. She undulated her body, like a spring uncoiling, rocking her hips to draw me all the way inside her. I dug my fingers into her waist and clamped them tight – restraining her movements so that she became placid and receptive. I withdrew my cock and then thrust again. Nancy grunted.
I had held myself back from the brink of exploding twice in the past hour. My cock was achingly hard, and in need of release. I increased the rhythm of my driving hips, gradually picking up speed until our bodies were slapping together to a frantic beat.
Nancy began to wail – it started softly and grew louder. Her whole body was vibrating to each thrust. I could feel her pussy grip and then relax. Grip and then relax…
I lifted myself up onto the balls of my feet and tightened my grip around her waist. Nancy raised her head and looked over her shoulder. Even though she was blindfolded, I sensed she was looking at me, encouraging me. She was gasping through clenched teeth, trying to stifle the lifting sound of her voice.
“Come with me!” she pleaded. She tried to push back against me but my grip was too fierce. Her body began to tense. I felt her suddenly sway to the side a little as one of her legs seemed to soften.
Sweat beaded on my forehead. I felt the tightness start in my shoulders and then my chest began to expand. I filled my lungs with air as tiny tremors of fatigue and exhilaration sparked along my thighs. I felt myself swell inside her, and at the last possible moment I withdrew my cock and reached for a fist full of her hair. Nancy started to wail – her pussy clenched at the empty void I had left – and then the sound of her orgasm was abruptly cut off as I forced myself into her open mouth.
For an aching second the entire world seemed to go still.
And then I exploded across her lips.
Nancy gulped and groane
d. I felt the flicker of her swabbing tongue and then the soft embrace of her hungry willing mouth. Flashes of blinding light exploded behind my eyes and I reeled away, panting and gasping for breath. My heart was thumping, blood pounding like a drum at my temples. I clutched at the edge of the chair until the world stopped spinning.
I untied Nancy from the chair and guided her back to the bed. She sat on the edge of the mattress quite still. I reached down and fondled one of her breasts and she drew in a little breath. She spread her legs wantonly and I let my fingers slide down across the flared lips of her pussy. Nancy trapped her bottom lip between her teeth and seemed to frown with concentration. I drew tight circles around her clit and she shuddered.
“Yes…” she whispered.
I dipped two fingers inside her and Nancy’s hands seized my wrist to hold on to me. She began to grind her hips, bucking against the press of my palm to bring herself off yet again. I felt the warm flood of her juices and then she flattened her cheek against my shirt, inhaling the cologne I had splashed on. She took a deep breath, and then her body shuddered. The sound from between her lips was a last exhausted little sigh… as though she had nothing left – nothing left to give.
She was completely spent.
Chapter 37.
I left Nancy blindfolded in the bedroom and went back to the living room to tidy up. I changed clothes, then opened and closed the hotel room door a couple of times. I went through the charade of calling her name. I pushed open the bedroom door and stood still in the threshold.
“Nancy? Are you okay?”
She was still blindfolded, and still sitting on the edge of the bed with her back to me. She turned her head slowly at the sound of my voice. Soft ambient light from the city’s lights cast blurred shadows across the room.
“Are you okay?” I asked again.
She nodded her head. She had her hands in her lap with her knees pressed together, her back straight. “Yes, Master,” she said softly.
