Bound By Fate
Lee Rush
ISBN 0-9774682-4-0

Contemporary BDSM
140 paperback pages
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Chapter Three

He stood beside the bed; smiling down at her. He
displayed the box he held. Chocolate covered cherries. She
was a bit puzzled, but she could see in her mind that he had
the wicked glint in his eyes that his words conveyed.

Taking a piece of candy from the box, he raised his hand
over her body and squeezed it, allowing the thick, sweet juice
to drip down over her body.

He had never been the fastest typist and had admitted to
being a "hunting pecker" at the keyboard, but now he was
typing even slower than before.

He took another piece and lowered his hand and there was
another long wait until his hand was positioned over her
breast, then another interminable wait before he crushed the
chocolate morsel between his fingers and the thick juice
coated her nipple, the cherry inside dropping down and
landing beside that tightened tip. Another candy was in his
hand and she wondered where this one would drip and where
the cherry would fall. Her other breast, of course, she should
have guessed.

He watched her then, watched the candy dripping down
over the skin of her puckered nipple. The slowness of his
typing was a tease to her senses and he was good at it.

Moments later, another crushed candy dripped its juice near
her navel. Would the cherry land in her navel?? It plopped
down to the right of it.

So slowly his words appeared on the screen ... she had no
idea where he would drop the next cherry. Lower? Higher? At
one point he held the candy for so long she wondered if he
had been disconnected from the internet. Then the next
target came all in one post...

He watched as the thick juice splashed on her lips and the
cherry bounced into her mouth as she gasped in surprise.
Then he was trailing the liquid and the cherries down over her
body, slowly dribbling the juices thickly over her shaven
pubes and tingling, reddened skin.

She laid in the cyber scene, moaning softly as each cherry
fell against her skin, the light plopping further exciting her.
She could almost feel the gooey, sticky substance on her skin
as she typed her moans and twitches.

He moved to the foot of the bed and stood there licking
the sweet syrup from his fingers, letting her watch as he
sensually moved his tongue between the fingers to get each
drop of the liquid. She was licking her lips as she watched him
in her mind's eye. Then he was laying between her legs,
starting above her right knee and lapping up the thick liquid
as it dripped down her leg. She could feel it dripping down to
where he couldn't possibly reach it and she tried to raise her
leg a bit but it was tied too tightly to move much. His beard
tickled her skin and she chuckled softly to herself ... how
sticky his beard would be when this was over.

And then he nipped her thigh and all thoughts of chuckling
were gone from her mind. She moaned at the computer as
she felt his mouth on her thigh and the little nip of his teeth.
Breathing even harder, she was squirming in her chair as he
typed. She closed her eyes and swore she could feel his
mouth. When she opened them again, he had reached the
place where her leg joined her body. Then he went to the left
knee and followed the same pathway upward. The muscles in
her thighs were twitching at every touch of his tongue and
the constant tickling of his beard as he moved his mouth. She
couldn't hold her legs still while she sat in the chair waiting
for his next words, waiting for that hot mouth to move, to
tease her flesh ... God! It really felt like he was with her!

Next he was on his hands and knees over her, nibbling and
sucking the syrup and cherries from her nipples and breasts.
He bit her nipples softly as he caught the cherries on his
tongue, then winked at her and began working his way down
her body again.

As his mouth moved down, he sucked more than the juice
from her body; he sucked her skin as though he couldn't get
enough of it, as though he really wanted to eat her. There
was a bit of pain but mixed with the hot tongue moving back
and forth across her belly, the pain was nothing. Her back
arched as he moved lower, trying to press her pubes up to
him, so he would move down ... move ... there. She was
gasping for the breath that his typed words stole from her.
She could feel it ... feel every sensation that he typed and she
was trembling at the keyboard.

She was writhing under his mouth, whimpering as he got
closer to the seat of her cravings, but he wouldn't go there.
She raised her head and looked down at him, breath caught
in her throat as she saw that wicked grin above her glazed
pussy. She wanted to plead with him ... beg him to do it ...
for God's sake, do it! She was afraid if she voiced her desire,
he would stop to tease her even more ... to push her even
farther without release, so she kept the words in her head
and moaned and wiggled and tried to press up to his mouth
even though the pillow had her raised up as much as
possible.

She was panting when his tongue finally ... finally touched
her clit and her body stiffened under him and she cried out
loudly.

"No, my slut. I have not given you permission and you will
not cum without permission. You may nod your head if you
understand."

She vigorously nodded her head and then closed her eyes,
trying to concentrate on something besides her body's
reactions to his mouth. He was lying between her thighs,
suckling her pussy and when she closed her eyes, he reached
up and grasped her nipples, pinching and twisting them,
adding to the deep sensations moving through her and
causing louder moans to fill their cyber room.

He continued to use his tongue and mouth on her pussy,
nibbling and biting the skin that was still tingling from the
strokes of the flogger, reaching up now and then to pinch and
twist her nipples. She squirmed and writhed under his mouth
and hands, pleading with him. Gasping for breath, moaning
repeatedly she fought to keep her orgasm in check. Finally,
he raised his head, leaving her aching pussy for just a
moment and said it ... the ecstasy she sought with her entire
being.

"Cum for your Master, slut."

Then his tongue was twisting and teasing her clit, his
fingers pushed deep inside her, curling upward to that place.
Her hands pulled at the bindings, her thighs quivered against
him as he lay there. She was overwhelmed by the emotions
spasming through her, both in the cyber room and at the
keyboard. In the room, her body twitched and tingled as she
soared into ecstasy. At the keyboard, she was shaking, her
hands were trembling as she screamed her release.

There had been times in her life when she had climaxed
without being touched. The thoughts and emotions flitting
through her mind when she had been doing for her husband
and she had reveled in the pleasure she was giving him had
sometimes allowed her own orgasm to sneak up on her. This
was another one of those times, but it wasn't her husband
this time ... it was this man who had captured her
imagination.

When she had finally regained a semblance of sense, he
untied her, crawled up beside her on the bed and cuddled her
soothingly.

"Master ... oh Master ... thank you. Please let me..."
Before she could complete her request, he leaned and
kissed her softly.

"Not this time, my wanton woman ... there are things I
must attend to and I can't stay."

She had sighed against him and pouted but she
understood. Real life seemed to intrude most often when she
wanted to spend all her time with him. She smiled up at him
and watched him go, blowing kisses after him.

These evenings continued over the next few months. Her
feelings for him grew by the day so that when he finally
suggested that they might meet in real life, her heart
fluttered with growing excitement. Of course, she was
nervous about it, but by that time, she had become enamored
of this man who was so different from any she had ever
known and she jumped at the chance to meet him.

The thought that it could possibly be dangerous didn't
even occur to her. She felt as though she had come to know
him very well. She wasn't worried about meeting a "complete
stranger" for a possible intimate experience.