Toying With Tara (2 page)

Yes he was –
very much so and it was all because of that word - punishments!
Spoken from his lips it made her body tingle with desire and
between her thighs had become a slick, wet heat. She was ablaze
with a wanton need and ached to be taken. Just looking at him
standing there – appraising her with those eyes – in that suit made
her pussy throb and clench in a way that was new and explosive.

The truth
was
s
he’d be more than happy to let him dominate her – in
fact, thinking about it, she was far too eager to let him show her
exactly what he was talking about and to and use her anyway he
wanted. What was happening to her? Why now and why him?
She
puzzled
.

“You must make
up your mind,” he decided checking his wristwatch. “What is it to
be? Are you simply going to purchase the vibrator or do you want to
try an altogether new and delightful experience?” He watched her
and waited. She wanted to – he knew it – he could even smell her
arousal it was so strong. “This must seem a little strange to you,”
he smiled. “I mean it’s not like trying on a new frock or some
other item of clothing is it, Miss Hurst?”

“Please call me
Tara – and yes all this is a little surreal,” she blushed. “I can’t
believe I’m actually doing this – actually considering it,” she
flustered. “It might be better all round if I just pay for the
thing and go,” she decided as he scanned her body from head to toe
in a rather predatory fashion.

“Well Miss
Hurst,” he continued ignoring her request to use her first name. “I
don’t think that’s a good idea at all. In fact I think we should
just get started.”

He was leaning
against a wall with his hands in his pockets and looking so damned
hot – a lot hotter than any male had the right to look with her in
this state. How long had it been since Gareth had graced her body
with an erection stiff enough to penetrate her? She asked herself –
or that being the case had been able to last long enough so that
she could climax too? Far too long and that was the problem.

But now there
was him – Mr Expert – or was it ‘Sexpert’ she giggled – nerves
getting the better of her, she realised trying to cover her face.
“Sorry,” she grinned. “I just thought of something funny.”

“Laughing at me
now are you, Miss Hurst? Find this amusing do you?” His face fell –
hardened and his eyes glinted with an icy sharpness she’d not
noticed before. “Perhaps I will enjoy chastising you – perhaps you
are in need of correction and I will have to punish you well – so
well you will not dare to make fun of me in the future.”

The words were
delivered with a firm harshness that thrilled her to the very core.
Tara shuddered – she hoped he’d be just as commanding when he took
her.

“No, you’ve got
it wrong – I wasn’t laughing at you – far from it,” she explained
contritely. “You’ve been very helpful – you’ve – well opened up a
whole new area for me to think about.”

“In that case
slip your knickers off, Miss Hurst,” he ordered. “Then hitch up
that short, tight skirt of yours and let me look at you.”

Tara gasped and
felt yet another jolt of electricity shoot down her spine.
Delicious, delightful electricity that ended up dancing a jig
around her belly before settling on her clitoris and making her
juices run even more. She was mesmerised. Such directness – such
command – he was just like she’d known he would be. His voice was
deep but there was an edge – bossy – and there was possibly a cruel
tone in there too. She loved it – it was so very, very sexy and she
couldn’t wait.

Tara smiled to
herself - a slow, sensuous little smile that lit up her lovely face
as she re-played his words in her head.
Slip your knickers
off.
She flicked her long, blonde hair from her shoulders – she
didn’t need telling twice. Licking her lips she dipped down and
tugged at the waistband of her panties then shimmied out of the
flimsy black, lace and threw them to the floor. Then slowly walking
towards him she began to haul up her skirt, bunching it around her
waist.

He watched her
approach him – naked from the waist down except for black, lace
topped hold up stockings and shiny high heels. She was delightful
and he was looking forward to this. His dark eyes swept over her
loving what they saw then finally they settled their interested
gaze on the triangle between her thighs. She had a good figure with
round hips and shapely legs. Her pussy mound was smooth, the slit
between her labia was well defined and he could see that those
erotic lips were already dusky and swollen - practically begging to
be pleasured.

What next Tara
wondered as the heat between her legs flamed to new heights? What
would he do – how would he use her? Would he use the vibrator or
would he fuck her instead, or perhaps both she thought with gasp?
She closed her eyes hoping so and whimpered as her arousal became
unstoppable and all consuming. He was divine and all she wanted now
was for him to lay her down naked and spread eagled and take her.
She wanted him to do all those deliciously dirty things to her that
men liked to do while she moaned and writhed and finally climaxed
like never before.

“My chair,” he
said rolling it forward on its castors and nodding for her to sit.
“I’m going to tilt it right back and I suggest you place your legs
one over each arm,” he smirked taking both her wrists. “I’m going
to restrain you, Miss Hurst,” he told her. “I don’t want you
spoiling my fun by struggling and unfortunately you will want to,”
he smirked again.

That smirk
confirmed what Tara already knew – that he was most certainly the
boss, the dominant one and she was about to become his sexual
plaything. That delightful little thought spun around in her head
until her pussy throbbed and tingled with increased frenzied
desire.

“I won’t stop
you,” she told him breathily. “But I suppose it depends on what
you’re going to do to me. I should warn you – I do karate so I can
defend myself,” now it was her turn to smirk.

“Less of the
smart arse attitude, Miss Hurst,” he growled and ran his hand
lightly over her stocking clad thigh appreciating the fine silky
fabric under his fingertips and tugging at the lacy top. Then he
began to carefully ease one of them down, peeling it slowly from
her long leg. “I’ll tie you with this,” he told her smiling - the
idea amused him, binding her with her own underwear. He took both
her hands and bound them together with the stocking then gently
rolled its partner down her other leg. He would use this one to
loop her tied wrists to the steel ring hanging from a chain
dangling above her head from the ceiling. “Place your legs as I
told you, Tara,” he ordered standing back to watch as she spread
her legs and exposed herself utterly to him.

This was it –
if she obeyed then he’d see all of her. Well all that was private
and intimate about her.

He smirked
again as she obeyed him. “I’ll take a good long look at you in a
moment,” he promised then pushed a button making the chair rise. “I
don’t like to bend,” he explained. “I like to examine and to
torment at eye level – less strain on the back.”

Torment
-
her breathe was coming in sharp little gasps now and she was even
wetter, her pussy was drenched.

“Your pussy is
lovely,” he complemented gently parting her folds to look at her
closely and hearing her sigh with contentment. “So responsive, so
very wet and your clit is very swollen and aroused. But your
opening is small – is your vagina usually tight, Tara?

What could she
say in answer to that?

“Answer me girl
– do your lovers have trouble pushing their cocks into you? Does it
ever hurt you when they do?”

“Some…times,”
she stammered. “But my ex was small and we didn’t make love a lot –
so it’s been a while,” she admitted her cheeks turning pink. Hell –
why was admitting that far more embarrassing that sitting here
fully exposed like this in front of a strange man?

“I’m glad you
told me,” he smiled feeling his penis stiffen. She was tight – he’d
use that as the focus of the torment so he’d use the vibrator
first. It was so long and thick she’d scream a lot and he’d enjoy
that. Making his subs scream made him cum harder.

“I think we’ll
try the vibrator first,” he said taking it from the box and
smearing it liberally with lube from a tub on a shelf behind him.
“As I understand it the vagina is very elastic, but really,” he
frowned. “An object of this size pushed into that soft, tight,
tender passage,” he paused watching her mewl silently. “Make your
eyes water does it,” he chuckled passing it in front of her face.
“Not for the faint hearted I would say.”

Tara was
breathing fast – she couldn’t take much more she was so desperate.
“Just do it, please – do it now,” she rasped closing her eyes and
moaning her readiness.

First she felt
his fingers and bit on her lip holding her breath. He was opening
her - spreading her wide again. Then she heard the buzz followed by
the pressure of the vibrator as he held it for a second against her
open vulva. Tara called out and groaned. He pressed, he rubbed and
slid the thing around her entrance, up between her feathery lips
before finally resting it against her engorged clitoris watching as
she wriggled and jumped on the chair.

“Good isn’t
it?” His eyes were dark pools and his voice was deep and hard. He
touched and stroked down the inside of her slit again watching her
writhe. He had the thing on the highest setting and knew very well
the sensations on such a receptive little area would be too much.
But he wanted to torment her and he’d barely got started. “Feel
free to scream, Tara,” he told her smugly. “No one will hear you
except me. This room is completely sound proof,” he assured her.
Then he slipped all the fingers of one hand into her deep, wet
hole.

Tara shrieked
out then swallowed hard – it hurt but she was on fire – she could
feel her juices running warm and wet between her legs.
You randy
slut
, she thought – as she felt his fingers work their
magic.

“This is your
first time in here,” he said casually withdrawing his fingers and
circling her swollen clitoris with his sticky, wet fingertips. “So
I’m not going to be too hard on you, Tara.”

She groaned –
she didn’t care – she wanted everything he could give – everything
he was capable off. All she really wanted was to climax – to get
the blessed release she’d craved so much and for so long.

“Make me cum,”
she whimpered as he began to undo the buttons on her white blouse.
“Please just make me cum,” she was desperate – she wanted to lose
herself in the ecstasy of orgasm and feel normal again.

“Not yet Tara –
not until I say you can.”

She groaned and
watched as he cut between the cups of her bra with a pair of
scissors.

“Nice tits,” he
sneered pinching her rock hard nubs. “So big and good to bite,” he
added giving her left breast a nip with his white teeth. “So you
want to cum, do you. How much Tara? How much do you want it?”

She whimpered
again and her lovely full lips pouted sexily at him as she mouthed
the word, ‘please’.

“I will let you
cum – eventually, but this isn’t he usual sort of sex so I want to
punish you a little first – agreed?”

Tara nodded –
she’d let him do anything – anything to her sex starved body just
as long as she could climax.

“Okay – given
that you’ve asked for this,” he nodded releasing her from the steel
loop and making her now lean over his chair on her front instead so
that he had access to her backside.

With her
prostrated in this position and her ankles shackled to the chair
legs she looked just wonderful. Her ass was glorious and her pussy
lips peeped between her semi parted buttocks so temptingly. He was
hardening – this one was just what he needed – she be good for him.
He slapped hard across both cheeks – he couldn’t help himself. She
squealed and shook her ass at him – he slapped again rubbing her
clitoris with his free hand as he did.

“Hell that was
good,” he groaned bending to kiss each red cheek in turn. “Next
time I’ll deliver more strokes and use my cane,” he promised.

Tara was
surprised at how much she’d enjoyed that. She’d never suspected
this strange little need was even in there – but he’d obviously
spotted it

“This will
stretch you and it will probably hurt too,” he added with mock
concern as he put a hand on the back of her thigh. “But the intense
sensations you feel in a moment – whether they be pain or pleasure
- is what it’s all about, Tara,” he intoned darkly - his voice now
laced with a seductive, velvet tone that sent goose bumps over her
skin.

He passed a
hand over her soft buttocks almost lovingly then gripped her thigh
again. Holding the vibrator against her opening he first teased by
switching it on so she could feel the erotic little pulses. Then
secure in the knowledge that his cock couldn’t get any harder he
thrust it firmly into her wet softness.

Tara shrieked
as the object filled and stretched her. It filled her to the hilt
and felt like nothing she’d experienced before. It throbbed and
buzzed against the walls of her passage as he energetically fucked
her with it. Each thrust he delivered was hard and went deep - it
felt glorious – it felt hideous. It made her almost faint with the
intense pleasure as the waves of blissful delight swept throughout
her pussy. Her clitoris was on fire and throbbing as he ensured he
rubbed against it with each harsh push. Yet the pain made her hold
her breath and squeal with outrage. Exquisite – that was the only
word she could think of to describe what he was doing to her.
Despite the humiliating way he was using her she never wanted him
to stop. Finally Tara could take no more and with an almost
animalistic shriek she climaxed heavily and went limp as he
continued to ram in and out of her.