As You Wish - a Mikel & Nadine story
By Empath 
Copyright, 2001

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Disclaimer: This story contains explicit descriptions of 
sexual activity and shouldn't be made accessible to minors.  
I, the author take no responsibility if this restriction is 
not upheld.  I'm not going to even mention the hypocrisy of 
reading this material if you find sex stories 
objectionable...

Author's Note: Dancer (and therefore, Nadine) has a big 
submissive side to her; this story is about how I 
discovered this and helped her fulfill her fantasies...

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We moved together; her hips bucking up against mine as I 
plumbed her depths.  Nadine was getting close, and I barely 
had to grit my teeth to hold back.  I wanted to get her off 
quickly, let her rest a little and then let us finish this 
together.  Normally once I was in her, I'd be restricted 
from most methods of stimulation, but now I thought I had a 
secret weapon.

A few days before, we had been washing the dishes after 
supper.  I had put the pots away on the high shelf, and 
come back to see Nadine at the sink, facing away from me.  
Her hair fell to one side, exposing the smooth curve of her 
neck.  On a whim, I snuck up behind her and planted my 
mouth on her neck in a playful gnaw.  She gasped, splashed 
us both with soapy water and ripped apart the pie plate she 
was washing.  

The curious thing was, this wasn't a response of shock, or 
surprise, but of excitement.  Not a 'Jesus, what do you 
think you're doing?' but a 'Oh my god, what are you doing? 
(And don't stop!)'  I apologized for scaring her and we 
dried off and finished our chores.

But I'd thought a lot about Nadine's response.  Part of it 
was her body; she was always rather sensitive on the neck, 
and even some gentle kisses there aroused her passions.  
But part of it was her mind: she read a lot of 'scary' 
novels - Stephen King, Christopher Pike, a little Dean 
Koontz, and even dipping into the 'Young Adult' section of 
the library for some 'Goosebumps' books.  Perhaps she 
*liked* being scared?  Duh - why would she read this sort 
of book?  So maybe I could use this little piece of 
knowledge about her sometime...

And that time was now.  As we fucked, I lowered my upper 
body to her, kissing all over her face.  A gentle nudge of 
my nose made her turn her head, exposing her neck.  A 
couple more kisses down her cheek and across her jaw, her 
sounds of ardor rising all the while, and then I 'bit' her 
jugular.

I have rather prominent canines - due to some teeth being 
yanked for space when I was a kid - and I used them for 
effect.  I closed my jaw over the thews of muscles and the 
big veins and arteries on the side of her neck, those four 
pointy teeth just barely pressing into the skin.  Nadine 
gave the same sound of excitement, a sort of moaning gasp.  
And then she dug into me.

She brought her arms around as if to hug me, and planted 
her fingernails into my back.  The pain was not that great 
- even though it came as a total surprise - and after a 
moment I could concentrate on other things.  I kept up my 
assault on her sensitive neck, moving my head slightly to 
tug at what my teeth held.  Nadine began crying - not tears 
of fear or pain, but the "Oh-oh-oh" of passion.  I released 
her and began some tiny nips at the skin, nibbling gently 
at my wife's neck.  The talons gripping me moved.  I 
shifted to drag my front teeth down her neck and the claws 
on (and in) my back scraped around feverishly.  And Nadine 
came.

When this lass orgasms, her entire body gets in on the 
action; her voice was a wail, her legs flailed against the 
backs of my thighs, her torso pushed against mine, and her 
arms moved those lances of pain across my unprotected back.  
But most of all, her pussy spasmed and clenched, driving my 
own desire over the brink.  I poured my soul into her as 
she ripped me apart with her bare hands...okay, that's what 
it seemed like at the time, and I'm willing to admit that I 
wasn't the most objective observer at the time.

When it was all over, we were lying on our sides, the towel 
that was underneath her to catch our 'spillage' was pulled 
up between her legs, and a facecloth was wrapped around my 
sodden dick.  We were snuggling in the afterglow, my face 
nuzzling against the cleft between her breastbone and 
collarbones.  She placed her hand on my back to pull me 
closer to her, and gasped.  As it moved around my back 
checking for something, I realized what Nadine must have 
already - my back was wet, and I hadn't been 'working' long 
enough to build up a sweat...

We looked at her hand, red streaked from my back.  It took 
her a second longer to reach the conclusion, but she was 
more willing to do something about it.  "Oh my god - turn 
over!"  I complied, trying to downplay things.  "It's all 
right - I brought it on myself.  Don't worry, some Bactine 
and I'll be fine-"

Nadine's gasp cut me off; she could see it and I couldn't - 
maybe it was worse than I thought.  "Um, how bad is it?" I 
ventured.  "I'm sorry Mikel!  I didn't - if I'd known - I-" 
She was beginning to choke up.  I quickly rolled over again 
and held her close.  "Dini - it's okay, it's all right, 
honest!  I guess you could say I *made* you do it.  It 
doesn't even hurt!"  That last was true, though not of when 
she made the scratches.  "Besides, I look on it as a 
*compliment* - I drove you that wild that you didn't know 
what you were doing!  I'm fine honey, don't cry."  

"I'm sorry - I didn't know it'd hurt you." 

"It doesn't hurt now, and I barely remember any pain at the 
time - I was rather distracted."  That got a blush from 
her.  "And I don't think you were fully aware of what you 
were doing, so you can't be blamed."

"But...but why did you DO that?"

I shrugged, looking at her with a simple grin.  "Because I 
thought you'd like it...and you DID like it didn't you?"  
That made her blush and bring her hands over her face.  I 
could barely distinguish a 'yes' amongst her giggles.  
"Well, then; it was well worth the minor discomfort!  
C'mon," I said, pulling her up from the bed, "let's get 
cleaned up."

           *           *           *           *

It was a couple of months later, and the snows had left to 
let the flowers bloom.  I'd used the 'Dracula' trick a few 
times, and each time it brought a lively response - there 
was a new rag under the sink that had been a shirt of mine.  
After relinquishing the shredded mess, I vowed to never go 
for Nadine's neck if I was wearing anything above the 
waist.

And this time I couldn't try it naked above the waist, 
either.  The INS had sent a letter explaining that I was 
required to undergo a physical exam given by one of their 
approved doctors.  The nearest was in Lincoln, about sixty 
miles east of Geneva.  Tom was willing to give me time off 
work, since my getting my Green Card meant he wouldn't have 
to keep filing for work visas for me.

I'd been tempted to have Nadine scratch and bite me a lot, 
in an attempt to get 'them' to realize that this was not a 
'marriage of convenience', but modesty (and my chicken-shit 
courage) decided otherwise.  So no 'love scratches' 
tonight, since the appointment was the next day.  Still I 
wanted to get Nadine off more than once, and I figured I 
had just the trick to protect my back.  If only I knew...

I finished eating her out, riding out her orgasm between 
her legs, and climbed up onto the bed on top of her.  After 
spending a little time fondling and suckling her breasts, 
Nadine's crotch bucking against mine told me to 'get on 
with it!'  I used a hand to guide myself to the entrance of 
her cunt, and thrust my cockhead within her slippery vise.  
I worked my hips around to lubricate my prick with her 
juices and then pushed into her.  She moaned.  We began our 
glorious counterpoint, and I hit her hotspot.

This needs some explaining - there's a stretch of skin on 
the top of Nadine's left nipple that seems to have an 
exposed nerve, or something.  Whatever the mechanism, 
pinching this patch with your teeth will set Nadine off!  I 
did just that, and she broke her rhythm to lift the both of 
us off the bed - from the waist down.  I calmed her down by 
chewing on the rest of her nipple, switching breasts, and 
pulling back to prepare her for my 'piece-de-resistance'.

I pushed her arms out slightly from her body, rested my 
upper weight on my elbows, and grasped her wrists in my 
hands.  Though she was quite strong, I hoped to keep those 
nails of hers from ripping up my back again.  Imagine my 
surprise when this maneuver elicited a pleased groan from 
my wife...

I recovered from the surprise, thought quickly and asked 
"Do you like this?" 

"Uhhh-hhhuuuhhhh..." Nadine's breathing was a little 
heavier than was usual in this situation, and her eyes were 
wide.  Was my darling sweet Nadine Torrson a closet 
submissive?  "You like me holding you down like this?"

"Yeeeeeeesssssss," she replied in a husky tone.  Yep, she 
wasn't merely pleased with it, she was HOT for it!  'When 
in Rome,' I thought, and started playing it up.

"Good, my little slut.  I've been wanting to take you the 
way I liked for some time now - it's good that you've let 
me know that you're willing to what your man wants."

"Yes, I'm your slut - fuck me how you like it!"  Dang!  I'd 
never been interested in this sort of thing, and it took a 
fair amount of thought to concentrate on 'appropriate' 
dialogue, but her increased ardor was having an effect on 
me!  I was no closer to shooting my load, but I was 
breathing harder, and my body was working up to something.  

I kept pumping for a while, and then I had an idea; if she 
wanted to play the 'slut-slave', how should her master take 
his pleasure from her?  I stopped, pulled out, and ordered 
Nadine onto her feet.  My tone kept her from feeling 
disappointed.

"Bend over the bed, my cute little slut, and let me see 
that sweet cunt of yours."  She complied, even reaching 
back to part her cheeks for me.  I knelt behind her for a 
moment, letting her feel my breath on her open pussy.  Then 
I dipped a couple of fingers into her folds, working them 
around to feel every nook and cranny within her.  I was 
rewarded with some moans, and her knees vibrating slightly.

I stood up, removing my fingers and placing one of them 
against the tight rosebud of her asshole.  Every blue moon 
or so, Nadine would ask me to try doing her back there.  
Despite my attempts to comply, I just haven't got the guts 
to risk hurting her; I guess it will have to remain a 
fantasy of hers to be fucked up the ass 'by her big stud.' 
(What a flatterer, huh?)  Entry of that finger rewarded me 
with some strident moans from my wife.

Once I had my digit planted in her back door, I stood and 
rubbed my dick back and forth against her slit.  I paused 
and moved it in circles at the top, just to tease 'my 
whore' some, then pushed up into her gash.  Since my dick 
has a downward bend in it, missionary sex rarely lets me 
hit Nadine's g-spot.  Doggy-style, on the other hand...

I got it about two minutes into our 'slave fuck'; I felt 
her flinch under and around me, and she began to wail into 
the mattress. I worked the finger in her ass, pumped her 
cunt with my cock, and used my free hand to reach 
underneath and pinch a nipple.  She came twice before my 
cum pulsed into her hot, wet depths.

I pulled out of her, grabbed the towel before she collapsed 
on it, took a moment to wipe my dick off and then stuffed 
the dry end between her legs.  I hauled my tired body onto 
the bed behind her, and pulled the comforter over us.

"So, how was that?"  Her only reply was to roll over, hug 
me to her, and give me a passionate kiss I was surprised 
she had the strength for.  We kissed and cuddled for a 
little more, and then drifted off to contented slumber.

           *           *           *           *

Needless to say, that was a very memorable night for both 
of us.  We've since 'equipped' the guest bed with some old 
ties of mine.  They're fastened to the posts of the 
headboard and the other ends are loops loose enough that 
Nadine can slip into them without much assistance, and 
*could* get out of her bondage if she really needed to.

The nightstand has a few items: a long, thin candle for 
anal stimulation (it's narrow enough, the lucky piece of 
wax), a vibrator for working her pussy and/or clit, KY 
jelly for lubricating both of the above and a couple of 
weakened clothespins for her nipples.  All of this is 
wrapped up in an old towel (used for catching fluids).

So when Nadine leads me upstairs, if she turns off before 
getting to our bedroom I know it's time for 'her master to 
punish the naughty slave for having such *dirty* thoughts.'  
Often enough, I don't get off in a conventional sense, 
since she's been worked over so thoroughly by our toys. 
Sometimes *I* even get exhausted from these 'manipulation' 
sessions.  

But I don't mind; I love her without limit, and the sight 
of her writhing in ecstasy from both her holes filled, or 
imagining some forbidden fantasy of hers (or mine - she 
gets quite attentive with a blindfold on) forgives a lot of 
slights.  Like I said, it's love, and you often do things 
that don't benefit yourself as much as the two of you 
combined.

Fin

empath
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empath
Nulli Bureaucrati Carborundum!
"Anyone plain can be lovely, anyone loved can be lost,
Maybe I lost my direction, what if our love is the cost?"
"Falling for the First Time", Barenaked Ladies, _Maroon_


