My New Castle, Chapter 6

Rebecca was late getting home. The snow and the traffic had conspired to
make her drive slowly, when all she wanted was to be home with David.
All day she thought about him, all day she wanted him. And now she was
moving at snail's pace getting back to the house, their home. She
listened to a sappy talk radio show where people poured out their
loving stories, telling about meeting their true love and how wonderful
life was now. It made her relive her love story with David, marveling
anew at her luck in finding him and her joy in loving him.

She parked in the garage and entered the kitchen, feeling the warmth of
the house envelope her. She called out to David as she walked through
the rooms. She could hear him responding from upstairs. He was in their
bedroom, that fact making Rebecca hurry up the steps. He was stretched
out on the sofa, reading, a fire burning brightly near him. He looked
so relaxed and delicious, in his red robe and slippers. She could smell
the vanilla candles lit about the room. The cd playing was soft and
loving. Her sweet David was smiling at her, his arms outstretched,
beckoning her. She moved closer to him, and snuggled against him, her
head on his shoulder, her arms around him, as she told him of her day
and all the difficulties it presented.

He listened intently then began to kiss her, moving his lips over her
cheeks and neck, finally finding her mouth. He kissed her softly and
deeply and lightly and playfully. She gave up all pretense of talking
and allowed herself to sink into David, to just be with him, enjoying
his attention. He tasted so good, felt so good against her. They fit
perfectly together, a perfect match. She could feel his excitement
building and remembered the fantasy that had come to her during the
morning meeting.

She slipped out of his arms and stood, holding her hand out to him. They
walked together to their big brass bed, holding hands and smiling.
Rebecca propped his pillows carefully, then told him to lie back and
relax. She sat beside him and resumed kissing him, enjoying his soft
lips and sweet tongue. She pushed his robe off his shoulders, kissing
the smooth warm skin there. She stopped for a minute to hang up her
jacket and to get something from the closet and then returned to his
side, running her hands up and down his bare chest.

Rebecca picked up his right hand and kissed the palm. Then she ran her
tongue around it, tracing his fingers, dwelling in the valley between
each finger, sliding her tongue slowly in and out. She loved the taste
of him, the feel of him. As she finished outlining his hand, she slowly
sucked his thumb into her mouth. Looking into his beautiful hazel eyes,
she pulled it in deeply and bathed it with her tongue. One by one, she
sucked his fingers and made love to them. She could hear his soft
moans. Then she kissed her way across his palm, nibbling and licking
the tender skin there. As she held his hand, she wrapped a soft silk
scarf around his wrist. She leaned into him to kiss his mouth again,
moving his hand to the brass headboard and gently tying it in place.
David was amused. She propped pillows beneath his arm, making sure he
was comfortable. Then she straddled his legs and began kissing him
again. His hips moved beneath her, his cock seeking her. But she wasn't
done yet. Sitting on his left side, she picked up his other hand and
repeated her sensual routine. As she tied his left wrist to the
headboard, David laughingly told her that he was now her prisoner,
totally at her mercy. She smiled. This was exactly what she wanted.

Again, she straddled him and kissed his mouth with all the desire that
had built that day. She wanted him, and she knew exactly what she would
do.

She stood beside the bed, still fully clothed, looking at her naked and
aroused lover. The music was now a throbbing beat, which she could feel
in her center. She danced for David, moving in time with the erotic
music. She began to unbutton her very professional blouse, slowly
moving her fingers down as each button was undone. Beneath the starched
white blouse, David caught a glimpse of her frilly, lacy white bra,
contrasting beautifully with her tanned skin. She turned from him,
looking over her shoulder as the blouse slid to the floor. Her hips
were swaying with the music and she danced before him. Smiling
mysteriously, she released the button from her skirt, playfully
lowering it in time with the musical beat. Now, his starched and very
correct lover stood before him, in a lacy bra and garter belt, her
creamy thigh-high hosiery against her smooth tanned legs. Her beautiful ass was directly in front of him and he wanted to touch, only to be
held in place by the silken ties. She reached into her hair and removed
the one clip that held it in place and all her dark curls cascaded down
her back, releasing her vanilla scent into the room. She turned and he
could see her dark curlies, framed by the garter belt, looking soft and
tempting. She leaned over him and again kissed his mouth, her hair
softly covering his shoulders and chest. He could feel his erection
throbbing, reaching for her.

Rebecca moved down his body, kissing his chest and tummy, then allowed
her soft long hair to cover his throbbing cock. He groaned, thrusting
his hips up, hoping she would kiss him there, give him some relief from
the ache he felt. But Rebecca had other plans. She stood and continued
her dance, her hips swaying as she reached for the tiny hook holding
her bra together, opening it, but not removing it.

Her bra separated enough to show him the sloping sides of her full
breasts. Rebecca ran her fingers up and down that tender skin, her
scarlet nails disappearing into the bra occasionally. She threw her
head back and gave herself to the music, swaying and turning with
abandon. She would kiss David, or his chest, or his bound hands, but
always returned to the music, to the dance. When the next song started,
a brooding sax piece, she stopped and looked at David, licking her
lips. She lifted her left leg to the bed, right beside his captive
body, and unhooked her stocking. She slowly rolled it down her short,
shapely leg, her scarlet nails shining in the pale light. With her leg
beside him, David could inhale her womanly scent and it made him moan.
Rebecca ran her stocking up and down his body, wrapping it around his
engorged cock and gently pulling it. She lowered her leg and raised the
right one and again, slowly unhooked the stocking and removed it. Her
toenails were the same shade of scarlet, her feet small and slim. David
sat quietly, wishing the restraints weren't tied quite so well and that
this game would soon be over. He needed his woman now!

Suddenly the sound of Faith Hill filled the air. Her song, "Breathe" was
the sexiest song they had ever heard, both of them had agreed on that.
Now she sang it to them as Rebecca continued her torture. She opened
her bra, her dark brown nipples hardening in the release. She played
them, rubbing and pinching and scratching, starting to moan as the
incredible feeling began affecting her pussy. Her nipples were hard and
bumply, aching and throbbing beneath her delicate fingers. She leaned
over David and allowed him to lick each one, just once, before moving
away. Now he was twisting his wrists against the headboard. He needed
to be free and he needed his hands to make love to his lady. Becca
checked the ties, assuring herself they were secure, then continued her
dance. Now she had only a lacy garter belt covering her nakedness.

As she twirled, David was feasting his eyes on her tight ass and then
her dark curlies. He could smell her desire and imagined her pussy lips
swollen open for him. As the song ended, Becca straddled David's
thighs, carefully out of reach of his throbbing cock, and held her
breast in her cupped hand. With her other hand, she reached behind his
head and guided his face to her engorged nipple. David's eyes closed as
his mouth attached to her nipple, drawing it deeply into his hungry
mouth. He made small sighing sounds as he nursed on her breast, his
mouth happily sucking her entire dark areola into it. She arched her
back to allow him better access, her own eyes closed and her pussy
pounding with excitement. She placed a finger into his mouth to break
the suction and offered him the other nipple, watching as he latched on
happily, sucking hungrily on her swollen tit. It felt so incredibly
good, Becca almost gave up the rest of the plan. All she wanted now was
to impale herself on his hard, throbbing dick. It took all her resolve
to break the suction of his mouth once again. She stood on shaky legs
and began to dance again, while looking at her lover, his naked body so
beautiful in the firelight.

She asked him to bring his knees up, which he readily did. She stood on
the bed, first close to his face, her curlies nearly brushing his lips,
then moving back until her feet were at his hips. She slowly sat down
on his knees, facing him. He continued to work his wrists against the
restraints, trying to free his hands so he could touch this exciting
woman sitting before him. She placed her feet far from his hips,
opening her legs to him. He was looking directly at her pussy, her
lovely shiny curlies gleaming. Becca smiled at him and moved her hand
to her mound. She slid her finger into the curlies, separating them and
exposing her swollen pinkness to him. Her fingers moved up and down the
slit, sliding deeper and deeper. Her wetness was audible. She continued
the slow opening of her pinkness, her fingers now wet and shiny. One
time, she brought those fingers up to her lips and sucked them into her
mouth, closing her eyes and sighing as she cleaned them. David felt his
mouth open, longing to suck those fingers himself. As she continued
exploring her pinkness, Becca looked into his beautiful eyes, became
lost in them.

When he asked to taste her, Becca couldn't refuse. She took her wet
fingers and leaned forward, allowing him to lick them and then suck
them deeply into his mouth. He set up a suction that made her cunt
ache. His tongue circled each finger, cleansing it of her juices,
before moving to the next. It was so sensual. Summoning all her
strength, Becca pulled her fingers back and returned them to her needy
pussy. She lightly stroked her clit, circling it and flicking it. The
tiny moat appeared and she slid her fingers through it, gathering the
extra lubrication on her finger tips. As one hand held her lips apart,
the other fingers were sliding into her pinkness, encouraging her
orgasm. She was so close. David recognized the signs, He saw the pink
flush cross her chest, saw her nipples hardening even more, heard her
moans and her strangled "please?". Her fingers were busily moving in
and out, the sounds of her wet pussy were almost drowning out the
music. He waited, knowing his time was coming.

With her first cries, David let his legs straighten, watching Becca fall
forward, impaling herself on his cock, her fingers guiding him into her
sweet hot pinkness. She wrapped her pussy around him, her orgasm at its
peak, throbbing all around him and inviting him to join her. He erupted
then, filling her pussy with his hot come, pulsing against the
tightness of her beautiful cunt. She was his sheath, she held him
deeply within her as she leaned forward to kiss his mouth. She reached
for his restraints and released him with a simple pull. Then she
settled against his body, fitted into him perfectly, and fell asleep.

TO BE CONTINUED....