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“Height?” She rose to her knees.
“You’re going to lean forward onto this.” He flicked the padding. “It should be just where your clitoris touches and the line of your hips.”
Her stomach churned with apprehension. “Bend over it? I’ll go head first and smack onto the floor.” She assumed he intended to take her from behind. She knotted her eyebrows, unsure whether she wanted to try it out.
Marco grasped one of the upper straps tied to a pole and showed her the loop. “You’ll have this to support you. They’ll go around each wrist and you hang onto them. The lower rope is slightly elasticated, but not so much that your arms will be forced back.”
Unconvinced, she eyed the setup with suspicion. “You’re going to tie me between two poles and fuck me,” she surmised.
“Fucking, yes, tying up, no. Not sensible as we’re alone. You will be able to slip your wrists out. The loops won’t tighten when you pull on them. Come over here.” He gestured to a spot between the two poles right behind the padded region of the rope.
Freya started to stand when he held up his hand.
“Freya, in here you crawl toward me, remember your jenjin training.”
She sank onto her hands and knees and crawled. Marco’s cock, which he’d not tucked back out of sight, rose up as he watched her sway her hips. His apparent enjoyment in seeing her debased wasn’t new, but the pleasure he took from it remained difficult for her to comprehend, especially after what he’d told her shortly after their arrival.
She should feel utterly humiliated—naked and crawling toward her lover, but she didn’t. Rather the debasement had caused a quickening in her belly, releasing a sensation of nervous butterflies. He’d declare
d his love, something that had come as a shock and at the same time, she’d been delighted by it. When she’d consented to being his jenjin, she’d dreamed of the day he might open up to her and admit the strength of his feelings toward her. Where that love would take them in the long term was unknown. However, for now, it would take her into the realms of exotic sex.
He helped her to her feet and positioned her up against the rope. He’d been right in his estimate. As she leaned forward, letting the horizontal roping support her pelvis, the texture of the padded cover caught her pubic region perfectly. Marco looped each of the support straps around her wrists, but as promised, he refrained from tightening them. She gripped the thongs in white-knuckled fists and with his hand gently nudging her between the shoulder blades, she tipped forward and bent.
She expected her arms to be dragged too far back, but just as she reached the brink of discomfort, the rope snapped rigid, then bounced her backwards slightly.
“See. The elastic properties will help you swing.”
She practiced the movement—bending, lowering her shoulders, then with a subtle snap, she swung in the opposite direction. Each time, her elbows locked at the peak of tension while her breasts swayed in time to the motion.
“Does it hurt?” he asked.
“No.” She ran the tip of her tongue around her dry lips. “Please, may I have a drink?”
“Of course.” He left her poised, semi-bent and fetched a glass of icy water. As he held it to her lips, she sipped a few mouthfuls, and then nodded.
“Thank you.”
“If it gets too much for you, remember how to stop me?”
“Yes. Fire rabbit.”
“I’m going to enjoy watching that little rabbit dance around your back as I fuck you hard.” He placed the glass on the table and circled around her. Standing behind her, he used one finger to trace her spine from her neck downward. A swarm of goosebumps followed the line he made. As he reached the furrow of her bottom cleft, he probed between her cheeks while at the same time, he nudged her feet further apart. It meant lowering her bottom further, straining her shoulders, and as a consequence, her clitoris pressed firmly against the soft fabric.
“Does that hurt?” he checked.
“No,” she confirmed.
He shifted his hands around the top of her thighs and took a firm grip of her hipbones. Slowly he swung her forward and she dropped her chin and leaned over the rounded support. Her elbows locked tight and her shoulders were drawn backwards. There was a twinge of sharpness in her shoulders for a second, then the discomfort eased. Between her sex folds, the smooth head of his cock explored, pushing her down further.
The rope stretched slightly and achieved its maximum length before the elastic properties propelled her back onto the head of his cock. It slid up her groove and the sensation of his shaft gliding between her cheeks was exquisite. She forgot the tension in her arms and focused on the way the padding chafed her sensitive nub. She shivered from her scalp down to her toes. The intense wave of trembling reminded her of the first time he took her in his office. That same amazing excitement and need for sex once again took flight once again.
“Please, sir, please take me.”
“I intend to, little Earthling.”
His fingers pinched her waist tight and he angled her bottom up. The rope slackened, but it wouldn’t be loose for long.
With one hard swing, he drove his cock deep into her pussy and the friction, the force behind it, stunned her. Was this too much to bear?
