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Hector filmed her for some minutes until his own lust couldn’t take more. He’d either have to ignore the “hands off” arrangement with Miles and fuck her, or quit the video and take a break. Knowing he’d get laid before the night was over, he stopped filming, waiting for the main event.
“Let’s take a break,” he said.
This slut was disappointed, but obedient to his order, as she sat down on the bed. Again she sat demurely, hands in her lap, looking oddly self-conscious being naked and her clothes strewn across the floor.
“I’m going for a Coke, you want something?” Hector asked.
“No. Nothing,” she replied, as she watched Hector move to the kitchen.
When the photographer didn’t come back right away, Tessa fell back on the bed and pulled a sheet over her bare limbs. Minutes later she was dozing, mind swirling in the middle of her rapacious sexual desires.
“Tessa!” She heard her name from Miles’ lips, his voice was sharp, piercing through her sleepy consciousness. “Tessa!” Hearing it again, she finally pulled up on one elbow, a languid sultry look in her eye as she gazed at her lover looking down on her impassively.
“Sleeping?” he inquired.
“Yes, sir, it’s been a long week.”
“That’s good, it’s likely to be a long night,” Miles said, as he sat next to her looking rather amiable. “Hector tells me you’re quite a tease for the camera.”
“Oh, we were just having some fun,” she explained.
“And you wanted him to fuck you?” Miles asked.
“I suppose so,” she answered. She hadn’t thought about it, even though the sexual heat between she and Hector had been building steadily as he filmed her. She’d only planned to make love to Miles, though she wouldn’t mind if she had them both.
Pulling the blanket from her body, Miles saw her nude, the wet juices of her cunt beginning to form on the inside of her legs. He reached between them and began to stroke her thighs, a finger quickly penetrated her vagina, pounding briskly in the wet opening. She leaned back against a pillow and let him have her. With the languid warmth in the room, sleep still clouding her mind, and Miles’ earnest probing of her cunt, she was ripe for a quick climax.
Yet, before she came, he ripped his hand away, rose from the bed, and walked to the back of the room.
Tessa gazed around adjusting her eyes to the light. It seemed the room was even smaller now that the sun had set and there was nothing but starlight coming in through the skylight
. While she’d slept, there had been more changes—Oriental screens had been placed around the platform making her bed even more like a stage.
When Miles returned he had a key in hand, and was reaching overhead to where the strange apparatus was hanging. Tessa watched him unlock the wrist cuffs, and felt a wild sweep of desire as he grasped her wrists inside the cuffs and locked them so that only his key would free her. She was more a captive, in a literal sense, than she’d ever been, and the effect was frightening—even as her cunt gave away her desire, leaking its fragrant sexual nectar. Sitting tall inside her bonds, her breasts protruded from her chest like ornaments, and her nipples stood on end as the chilly air turned them into proud knots.
Hearing a humming sound from somewhere in the room, she fought to recognize it, until it dawned on her that Hector was filming her again. She turned toward him, seeing the lens focused directly on her breasts, the nipples, and the gold studs.
“Think of the eyes that will be watching you,” Miles whispered in her ear. “How much my friends will enjoy the beauty of your submission.” He turned to Hector. “What do you think? Another set of studs to match these. Her nipples are easily large enough to handle another piercing.”
“I prefer rings myself,” Hector replied.
“Rings, of course,” Miles agreed. “Two sets perhaps, different sizes, more to pull on.” He tweaked the studded nipples with his fingers, and watched her pained response…detecting the sensuous pleasure behind the pain.
Backing off to the side, he admired her torso with her arms stretched overhead. He could gaze at her for hours, think of the ways he’d mark her, of the trinkets that would decorate her body.
Grabbing a pulley attached to her bonds, he tugged at the ropes so that she was forced to rise from the bed. Though he allowed her time to move, she had to scamper quickly to the edge where her feet landed on the floor and she was pulled up tighter still, her hands and arms high above her head. She was stretched until she was standing on tiptoe. The camera recorded it all, the way she wanted to tug against the ropes, the way she was stretched taut, the way Miles didn’t stop pulling until she was exactly as he wanted her.
Seeing Tessa restrained excited both men, which was duly registered in their crotches. They gazed at her for several minutes, seeing the look of frightened anguish cross her face as she wondered what would happen next.
“Spread your legs,” Miles ordered her. He tied off the ropes, to secure her confinement, while Tessa struggled obey his order.
“I can’t!” she finally pleaded, trying to wriggle away.
“You’re not trying, my dear,” Miles countered calmly.
Her struggling made it worse; relaxing, she found her attempt less painful, as if the leather and ropes stretched to accommodate her need.
“I’d suggest you get used to this pose. I like it so much, I suspect I’ll keep you here as long as is physically possible.”
