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He released her as he shifted his weight,
bringing his hand forward and plunging his finger along her slit once more. The
small pressure on her clit was all she needed. Her muscles tensed in the thrall
of agony. Would this glorious torture never end? A strangled cry burst from her
throat.

John pressed ever so slightly harder
against her clit and her body exploded in spasms of unadulterated ecstasy. She
bucked in her bindings but his finger remained pressed against her, continuing
her orgasm, not letting her down. Lauren knew she cried out and didn’t care how
much noise she made. Her body ached for more even as it cried for him to make
it stop. Over and over she crested and came until her tired muscles went limp
in exhaustion.

John pulled his fingers from between her
legs and covered her with his body as she came down. Her muscles twitched for
several seconds more as she gasped for air. When she could focus her gaze, she
saw him leaning over her, a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

“How’d I do?”

She didn’t want to give him the compliment
he fished for yet she couldn’t deny that had to have been the most powerful set
of orgasms she’d ever had. And what had he done? Simply tied her up, filled her
mind with thoughts of beauty and been a little rough with his kisses and hands.
She’d had rough before and enjoyed it, but add in the silk ties and his
incredible touch and sex became magnificent.

“If you think you can handle it, there are
a few other toys we can bring into play.”

“After that? You think you’re going to get
more out of me? I’ve already had two orgasms tonight and both were wonderful.
If you get a third I’d be surprised.” Even as Lauren said the words she wanted
him to prove her false.

“That sounds like a challenge.” He rolled
over the top of her and stood. His weight forced a
woof
out of her and
she grinned at his dismount.

“Take it anyway you want to.” Her heart
slowed to normal, but she felt her stomach give a little flip as she thought he
just might give her more.

The bedroom door stood in the center of one
wall. John pushed the door halfway shut and knelt in front of a curved-top
trunk that sat in the corner. While he sorted through the contents, none of
which she could see, Lauren had time to look around the room. The fact that she
hadn’t earlier suddenly registered on her and she tried to sit up in surprise.
The scarves brought her up short though.

John looked over his shoulder. “Everything
all right over there?”

“Yeah, very all right.”

He cocked an eyebrow at her and she
explained. “I don’t think you’ve noticed but checking out my surroundings has
become an ingrained habit.”

“I’ve noticed.”

She heard the dry tone and looked up at the
ceiling, her own tone matching his. “Okay, so I’m not as good at hiding my
idiosyncrasies as I’d hoped. Sue me.” Lauren took in the room in a long sweep.
“Every place I go, I find all the exits, I look for places where people could
hide or go to if in trouble. I look for bombs.”

John didn’t move and Lauren continued, her
joy at her discovery bubbling out of her. “But when we came here, upstairs, I
didn’t do any of that. I did when we came in the house. The placement of the
couch, the exit to the dining room and to the kitchen’s back door. I had it all
down pat within the first minute of entering.”

“And what changed when you came upstairs?”

She actually giggled. “It’s wonderful. I
was so taken with you and what you might do to me that I didn’t notice. I
couldn’t tell you the layout of rooms up here if my life depended on it. Wait!
That’s it!” She struggled to sit up and contented herself with rolling onto her
side so she could see him.

“My life depended on it. That’s the key
right there. The IEDs, the snipers, the suicide bombers, they all taught me to
be constantly aware of my surroundings because, literally, my life depended on
it. That awareness grew to a habit I didn’t break when I got home. I do it all
the time. I lead my life as if it could end at any moment and never relax my
guard.”

“But you did tonight.”

“With you. Isn’t that wonderful?”

John came to kneel beside the bed, taking
Lauren’s face in his hands. He kissed her gently then said, “You feel safe here
with me.”

She nodded, her eyes growing more serious.
“I do. It’s a feeling I’m not used to.”

“Get used to it. I intend to keep you safe
a lot more often.”

Until he’d said the words, John hadn’t
realized how deeply Lauren had affected him. But the truth of the words
couldn’t be denied. He liked Lauren. No, liked was too soft a word. You liked
baseball, you liked your car. What he felt for Lauren was far more than that.
She’d become important to him.

He kissed her again, enjoying the way she
yielded to him. Because of the ties, he couldn’t quite hold her as close as
he’d like, but that was okay. There’d be time enough for that later.

“Stay put,” he told her, liking the way her
face lit up when she smiled at him. Going back to the trunk, he lifted up the
soft flogger he’d decided on and hefted it in his hand. Would she let him? Only
one way to find out.

Her eyes widened when he brought it into
the light. Made of long deerskin thongs, the flogger’s many ends could provide
a soft massage or a hard thwack. The artistry came in knowing when to deliver
which kind of landing. Turning the skin pink required only a light blow
delivered repeatedly or a series of hard blows delivered quickly. Which would
bring her to orgasm again? John knew that finding out was the best part.

“If you give your permission, I’d like to
give you a massage.”

“With that?”

“A flogging can be very relaxing. If that’s
the desired status, that is.”

“Why not just give a massage then? With
your hands?”

“Good question. Let’s just say the flogger
is more versatile and provokes more…sexual stimuli.” He saw her wavering and
brought the flogger closer, trailing the ends over the skin of her side.

Lauren giggled. “Okay, that tickles.”

For answer, John gently pushed her over so
she lay face up again. “Not the sensation I was going for. Try this one.” He gently
flicked the ends so they brushed softly against her breasts then trailed them
down along her belly. “Like that?”

He knew his touch was too light to arouse
her much, but apparently Lauren liked it just fine, judging by the little gasp
she gave when he landed the ends again across her breasts. This time one of the
ends landed across her nipple and the air that whooshed out of her hinted at
her enjoyment.

“Because this is new to you, it really is
best to feel it on your ass first.”

“All of a sudden I feel like I’ve never had
sex before.”

John saw the white cream at her pussy and
knew what she meant. The first time he’d had a flogger used on him, he’d had
one hell of an orgasm. Then he’d been taught how to use the nefarious little
tool and he never looked back.

He let the thongs fall lightly across her
breasts and listened to her breath quicken. She didn’t need a full flogging to
get an orgasm. The scarves and the mere suggestion of what he could do with
this were enough to get her agitated and aroused. Starting a slow rhythm, he
continued to slap the thongs against her breasts, understanding the small
stings were plenty for this first time.

Lauren’s eyes closed and John let the
thongs fall a little harder. No marks yet showed on her skin, he’d kept the
touch so light. But as her arousal grew, so did the force he used, each hit
taking her a step closer to the peak.

Small pink spots now showed on her breasts
as they warmed beneath the soft leather. She arched her back, her head moving
from side to side as the moans grew faster and deeper. He speeded up—the
quickened tempo landing on the sides of her breasts. No pauses now, just
unrelenting stings. Could she come without any touch to her pussy? Few women
could. But those who did, he knew, experienced a far deeper orgasm.

Lauren’s voice urged him on. “Please…so
close…”

Once more he increased the speed and
strength, his blows to her breasts designed to push her over the edge. Above
her head, her hands fisted the pillow and with a whimper, her body tensed,
hovering…poised…waiting.

He took her over with a hard blow to her
nipples and listened to the cry of pleasured agony as her body convulsed.

Immediately he lessened the strength of the
descending flogger to soft caresses. He watched as she rode the waves of
pleasure, her pussy spurting forth its marvelous juices. Oh, this one was
precious in so many ways. He’d asked her out because he’d found her witty and
fun. He’d brought her home because he’d found her wounded and he wanted to
help. He’d brought her up here to help her forget for a while. But now he found
a new emotion starting to well up inside him—one of lust and desire.

He’d taken his shirt and pants off but kept
his boxer briefs on since this part of the evening was more for her benefit.
Now he dropped them quickly, giving Lauren her first look.

Coming down from another incredible orgasm,
Lauren opened her eyes to the light and blinked, having forgotten for a moment
where she was. That flogging had been wonderful! She’d let him do that again
anytime.

Movement to her right caught her eye. She’d
enjoyed looking at his chest and the controlled strength of his muscles and had
just enough time to think, “What a gorgeous ass,” before he turned around and
her attention was riveted by his cock.

John was not a small man, in any part of
his body.

Manners said it wasn’t polite to stare but
right now, manners could go to hell. John’s cock, thick as her wrist and hard
as her head, stood proudly, swathed in the beautifully deep colors of his
erection. Suddenly she realized her legs were spread open, very open.
Instinctively she tried to move them. All she could do was bend her knees a
little, which, of course, opened her pussy wider and more invitingly. She
grinned.

John knelt between her legs, one hand
absently massaging his cock. Again without thinking, Lauren attempted to bring
her hands down to touch him. Again the ties prevented her and a whimper of
frustration escaped.

“You certainly do seem to like being tied
and ravished,” John commented as he saw her body reacting to him.

“Ravish away. I’m liking this more than I
could’ve imagined.”

For answer, he leaned forward, putting a
hand on either side of her shoulders. Lauren’s breath caught as she understood
the power he wielded. The muscles of his shoulders tensed where he held himself
above her, his face mere inches from her own. Her lips parted as her heart
pounded. He teased her to readiness again simply by existing.

“I will enter you slowly. I will torment
you and make love to you like you deserve to be loved. You are beautiful,
Lauren. I want you.”

His words made her stomach flip. She could
barely breathe and her voice was barely audible. “Yes, please. John…”

His lips were on hers, tasting, exploring,
possessing. Because of her bindings she had no way to show him how much she
wanted except in their kiss. She yielded, letting his tongue explore and
exploring on her own as well. Everything she wanted she put into that kiss, her
desire for his cock, her thankfulness at his caring and tenderness, her passion
and her need. He lowered himself and she raised her hips to help his entrance,
wanting to join with him.

He said he’d take her slowly and Lauren
learned he was a man of his word. She felt his cock at her pussy, rubbing along
her slit and making her moan. She wanted to grab his shoulders and urge him
along, but the ties forced her to a passive role. She could only accept what he
gave.

Gently he pushed inside, going in only a
little before pulling out. Lauren cried out her need as the tensions in her
pussy gathered again. How could she even think of coming again? And yet his
masterful command had her wanting to rut like a feral animal.

Again he entered and Lauren’s eyes closed,
giving herself up to the fires that coursed through her. “Open your eyes,
Lauren. I want to see your soul.”

She looked into his eyes and felt more than
naked. The blueness of his eyes had darkened with his desire. He would consume
her, she realized, just as she understood she would gladly let him. His cock
pumped in and out, each time going deeper. Her whimpers kept time with the
increasing tempo of his thrusts.

“You are mine, Lauren.” His voice had gone
husky and Lauren saw his control slipping. Hers had flown away hours ago. But
then he thrust hard and deep and she rode with him, her eyes closing despite
her attempts to keep them open as she climaxed hard. His cock slammed against
the wall of her womb and she cried out. Above her, he groaned as he came and
Lauren went over the edge with him. Their bodies rocked together in their
timeless dance.

And when he slowed, Lauren opened her eyes,
a smile spreading across her face to see him so relaxed. He heaved a huge sigh,
and brought his eyes to focus. His smile, contented and tired, made her feel
even more satisfied. She’d given him pleasure despite the bindings. Or maybe
because of them. Lauren didn’t know and didn’t care. John lowered himself to
lay his head beside hers and she took the opportunity to clench her pussy
muscles around his softened cock. He shuddered and kissed her neck. She waited
a moment and did it again. His breath caught and she grinned.