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The Taking of Jasmine
©Greymead

Six hours now.

Every time I look in and see her, trussed, blindfolded, her ears
stoppered so she cannot hear, my heart sings with the sweetness of My
love for her.

she does not know it, but I have spent long minutes watching her,
looking carefully to be certain that the ropes are not too tight, that
her breathing is not overly labored around her ball gag. I do not know
if I have ever seen anything as beautiful as her body, constricted as
it is by the black silk ropes that bind her arms, her legs, her
breasts.

Soon, I will go to her, touch her cheek to feel the tears that have
leaked from under her blindfold. I will alternately caress her and
pinch her, kiss her and spank her. She may begin to guess, then, the
full extent of My love.

And she thought tonight was for dinner. Oh, it was that, too. I fed her
well, gourmet food, good wine (though she did not wish to drink it - I
prevailed and she had a glass). And now she is dessert!

her eyes when I seized her - what beauty! Large - ivory revealed around
the deep brown, a tear when it became clear that this was no
play-acting - that I did, indeed, mean to make her mine to do with as I
please. The sweet sound of her voice, "NO!" when she saw the gag. her
whimpers around that ball are music, did I mention that? They are a
soft love song she sings to me. I harden at the muffled sound of her.

That was eight o'clock. Now it is a little past two. The sounds of
traffic in the street have diminished to the occasional sound of
ripping silk as a car speeds by on the wet roadway. A dog barks on the
next block. And she whimpers softly to herself, long since accepting
that I will not unbind her, that I am not going to send her on her way
unmolested.

Did I mention how my heart thrills to the sight of her?

My breath grows short and ragged.

My palms begin to sweat a little.

My cock stirs every time I look in at her.

What will it take, I wonder for the thousandth time - maybe the ten
thousandth time. What will it take to make her accept me. she has
always acted so proud, so haughty, but I have seen the beauty beneath
that. I will make her my slave. I have to. she is meant for me, I know
this in the depth of my soul.

It is nearly three now. I move to her side, squat, touch her cheek as I
knew I would. The tears have dried. she startles under my hand,
whimpers afresh, pleading wordlessly with me. I caress her cheek, kiss
her lightly. she is so warm under my skin. I take a nipple in my
fingers and pull on it. There is a sound - a tiny gasp - from around
the gag. I smile and pinch harder. I pull the blindfold from her eyes.
she blinks at the sudden light, blinded, though the lights are actually
fairly dim. her eyes are beautiful, brown, damp, a little reddened from
her crying. I lick the taste of salt from her cheek.

I release her nipple, smile at her and reach for the other. she tries
to roll away, but of course there is nowhere she can go, no way for her
to escape. I surprise her by caressing it, gliding my finger across and
around it. It grows. She whimpers. I unfasten the gag, take the
earplugs out.

"You are mine."

her eyes lock on my eyes.

"Say it."

her mouth moves a little. It will take a moment before she will be able
to speak.

I wait. I can be patient.

she gathers saliva to wet her mouth. Then spits. The bitch!

I slap her, causing her head to hit the floor. she makes a short, sharp
cry. I grab the gag and force it back between her teeth, hard, brutal.
she struggles, but of course it is no use.

I caress her again, My hand slipping along the curve of a breast, over
the roundness of her belly and resting on her sex. she is wet. I raise
My hand to My face, My finger to My nose. Fresh jasmine and the sea. My
cock strains to burst free of its confinement.

I stand before her, watching her eyes as I slowly undress Myself (in
future she will gladly undress Me, her Master). her eyes widen. she is
pleading. Does she wish Me to stop or to hurry? I smile at the enforced
ambiguity of her communication.

her bonds hold her open for Me. I lower Myself over her, take My cock
in My hand and slide the purple head along her wet slit, teasing her.
her hips move, uncontrolled. I look down into her eyes as I introduce
the tip of My cock into her wetness. I sink into her. her eyes widen,
but they do not protest. I revel in this, and in the warm wetness that
surrounds Me.

I cannot believe how wet she is. The juices flow from her, drip from
her,

wetting and lubricating her. I can feel her wet asshole kiss My balls
on each downstroke, she is that wet. It is the first time I have felt a
woman kiss My balls while I fuck her, and that arouses Me afresh. I
begin to fuck her in earnest now, finding a rhythm like My heartbeat.

her whimpers begin to reflect My rhythm. her hips move - not much
because of the binding, but I can feel her moving under Me. her eyes
have a different light now. I take a chance and unfasten the gag again
so that I can kiss her. I capture her mouth with Mine, take her lip
between My teeth and nip it, drawing a little blood. My tongue flicks
across the cut to taste her before I cover her lips with My own and
probe with My tongue.

she returns My kiss, heatedly. Urgently.

"Gan wo," her words are a breath in my ear. I do not know if they are
real or imagined, but they sing inside Me, hardening Me more, if that
is possible. I begin to fuck her harder, deeper, crushing Myself
against her with each stroke. her moans and sighs drive Me, spur Me.
"Gan wo." It is a little louder now - carried on her moan. It is My
trigger.

Without warning, I feel the heat inside Myself boil, gather itself and
rush to fill her. As the first hot charge of My jism splashes deep
inside her, she cries aloud to tell Me that her own orgasm is crashing
down on her.

We hang for many moments - moments that might be hours - on the crest
of that wave, carried by O/our passion and O/our pleasure. In that
moment, I possess her fully, intimately and she tells Me so. And in the
moments that follow, the moments when I lay, still embedded in the heat
and dampness of O/our mingled juices and I caress her face, her
shoulders, her breasts and nipples and tell her of My desire for her,
she smiles, eyes sparkling and tells me that she is mine. "Master!" she
pushes her face against My chest, folds herself inside the circle of My
arms, and wiggles, just like a kitten settling in a lap. It is the
sweetest, the most precious gift. I bury My nose in her hair, kiss the
top of her head and relish the moment.

    

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