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A Sort of Love Story
Neither pain nor fear can break him; many different enemies have tried repeatedly.
I alone know how to do that.
Every few months he comes to me, seeking what only I can give him. I know he is ashamed of what he perceives as weakness,
but there is no use of pretense with me, I know him too well. I know what he needs, what he craves with every fiber of his
being, even if he is unwilling or unable to admit it to himself.
Tonight, I'm sitting in bed reading when he appears outside the French doors of my bedroom. Entering at my nod of approval,
he crosses silently to my side and sits heavily on the bed. He seems exhausted, his shoulders slumped, head down, eyes closing
wearily. Slipping out of bed I stand before him, then he pulls me to him and rests his head against me as I smooth his shaggy
dark hair. I feel the need in him and begin the ritual that will bring him ease.
I undress him without haste, my hands slow and caressing as I croon wordlessly. He lies back on the bed, sighing as he
rolls to his stomach, burying his face in my pillows. I'd know his body anywhere, the scent of his sweat, the taste of his
mouth, the feel of his hair and the sounds he makes. Slowly I begin exploring him with my hands and mouth, tracing his contours,
remembering his secret places. My fingers dance over him, followed by my lips and tongue, discovering anew his taste and
the feel of his skin under my mouth and questing hands. His breathing hitches, deepens, but he makes no sound. Kissing,
nibbling, sucking and licking, I renew my familiarity with the broad expanse of his back then lick and kiss my way down his
spine and down the length of his legs. Special attention is given to his most sensitive places, the cleft of his buttocks
and the crease below them, the backs of his knees, his ankles and his insteps. Then I retrace my way and finish by biting
hard at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. He shifts beneath me, groaning, making his first sounds since entering my
room and I know he's ready for me to move onward.
He rolls to his back and extends his arms above his head. Now visible, his manhood is lovely, perfectly formed and eager
for my attentions. Before doing anything else, I place a tight cock ring around his erection and he hisses as I fasten it
in place. I'm tempted, so tempted, but it's not yet time. Tenderly, I caress his outstretched arms, molding his heavy muscles,
tickling his inner elbows and rubbing my thumbs across the palms of his deadly hands.
I place my trust in him as I kiss and lick his responsive palms before laving each finger, taking them one by one into
my mouth and suckling on them. Then I slowly kiss my way up his arms, nipping and sucking the pulse points of wrist and elbow.
The flesh of his inner arms is warm and soft under my lips and I track them to his armpits, nuzzling and blowing gently on
the dark hair nestled there that holds the essence of his scent.
He sighs deeply as I secure his wrists with wide cuffs of heavy leather, overlaid by thick chains that even he cannot
break. The chains run to a ring that appears to be part of the décor but is in fact embedded in a beam behind the wall over
the headboard. After that, I add identical bonds to his ankles. Those chains run to a pair of rings hidden in the carpeting
at the foot of the bed that are fastened to one of the floor joists. I know they can hold him no matter how he struggles
as they have been used often before. Only when restrained can he be free to relax and respond to my touches without fear.
The chains secured and inspected, I step back to admire the beautiful man-feast laid out before me. Totally male, his compact
body is planes of hard muscle encased by soft skin and furred with dark hair that hides the secret places I know that will
drive his desire higher with every touch. Leaning forward, I bury my nose in his hair, inhaling the scent that is his alone.
Following the outline of his ears, I nibble and suck on his earlobes before moving and tracing his eyelids with my tongue,
placing a tender kiss on each one. I cover his entire face with loving kisses before capturing my prize. I lick his lips
softly, tasting him before biting gently on his lower lip, demanding access to his mouth. His lips part and my tongue enters,
teasing him, exploring the inner sanctum of his mouth. He loses himself in my kisses, moaning low in his throat and I deepen
them in response before finally licking and kissing along his jaw to the sturdy column of his neck, to the hollow of his throat
and out across his collarbones, ending with a nip on each shoulder. My mouth follows my fingers across his chest and I can
feel his heart beating strongly under my lips before finding and teasing his nipples into aching peaks of desire. I suck
hard on one and then bite while pinching the other sharply, and he gasps, arching off the bed. Against the unbreakable bonds
he pulls, muscles cording, sinews straining to be free of their relentless grasp.
Caressing, licking and kissing, I move down his lean belly to his indented navel, dipping my tongue in, swirling it around,
eliciting more groans as he raises his hips, trying to entice me to move lower still. Disregarding his silent plea, I work
along his ribs, coming back to place a kiss in his navel before following the trail of hair that leads to his rampant erection.
Lightly, I scrape my fingernails the length of his thighs and nibble along his hips before running my tongue along the crease
where his legs join his body. I hear his swift intake of breath and he rolls his hips, urgently trying to get closer to my
mouth. Ignoring his wordless begging, I nibble at his thighs causing his legs to involuntarily spread further apart. I lap
at his testicles, taking each one in my mouth and sucking gently as my tongue swirls around it before moving to the area of
soft skin just below. Again he gasps and begins moaning steadily as I lick. He is ultra sensitive there so I don't tarry,
moving leisurely to caress and nibble along his inner thighs. I work my way down his legs, stopping at all the places that
make him moan and shiver under my persistent hands and mouth.
Reaching his ankles, I nibble and lick there before moving to the arches of his feet and on to his toes. Individually,
they receive the same treatment as his fingers and I nip sharply at his big toes before beginning the excruciatingly slow
journey back up his legs. He is in constant motion now, thrashing and panting, as I take my time, licking, kissing, sucking
and nibbling, his moans becoming snarls and growls as I delay the inevitable.
When at last I reach his upper thighs, he is urgently thrusting his hips, seeking any contact to bring relief to his swollen
and dripping cock. I look up at his face, seeing his eyes glazed and his mouth hanging open as he pants and snarls and growls.
The chains rattle as he twists and pulls against them, desperately trying to break loose and seek the gratification I withhold.
Smiling, I return to my pleasurable task.
For a minute I just look at the beautiful man lying before me, then I run my hands from his knees to the junction of his
thighs, fingernails just tracking on his quivering skin before tracing the outline of his dark pubic hair. I inhale the musky
aroma of his arousal while I thread my fingers through the thick nest, tugging gently, letting him know how very close my
hands and mouth now are to him. He growls and snarls, thrashing wildly, unable to move far enough to reach my mouth. I know
he can feel my warm breath and I blow heated air over his weeping manhood before licking slowly from base to tip, just once,
tasting his escaping nectar. He does his best to levitate and I smile to myself before lowering my head once again. Placing
my hands under his flexing buttocks I raise his hips, bracing him against my knees so I can easily reach my next goal. I
lick and nip at his testicles, now heavily filled, while my fingers trail lower stroking his honey spot.
When my tongue touches him there he yelps, then whines with pleasure. I lap and nibble until he is breathless, before
licking my way toward his straining cock. Delicately, I touch the very tip of my tongue to its engorged head prior to swirling
it around and down his length. I lick and suck and nibble my way back up and without warning take him into my mouth as deeply
as I can. He wails like a banshee and I swallow hard, feeling the muscles of my throat compressing against him. Drawing
back to the very tip of his cock, I gently tongue his slit, tasting him, feeling him shudder under my newest onslaught. For
an unknown amount of time I tease, nibbling, licking and sucking, covering every inch of him, my hands touching, stroking
all over his body and face, as I feel his desire spiraling higher and higher, feeding the flames of mine.
When I know he can take no more, I straddle him and fist my hands in his hair, holding his head still as I cover his mouth
with mine, letting him taste his own flavors. At last I lower myself over him until I'm barely touching the head of his cock
with my open wetness and I feel my blood as liquid heat coursing through my veins, urging me onward. He feels my nearness
and heat and strains upward frantically, trying to enter my tight wet channel to complete the cycle. Bracing my hands against
his brawny chest, I begin my agonizingly slow descent. Inch by inch, I take his cock until he is seated deeply within me.
I force myself to wait, allowing my body to adjust to his size before beginning to move in the ageless rhythm of love. He
pistons into me, and I meet his thrusts eagerly, and we move together while the near volcanic heat between us continues to
build.
At the last possible second, I reach down, releasing the cock ring and he bucks beneath me, heaving upward, his head thrown
back and his eyes rolling to white, howling as he reaches his long delayed bliss. I feel him pulsing, his hot cum jetting
into me, filling me and I join him, screaming my pleasure.
Once I am able to move again I release his ankles and remove the cuffs from his wrists, rubbing his arms gently as I lower
them before lying again at his side. When he regains his senses, he turns toward me and I welcome him into my embrace.
Then . . . .
He breaks.
His defenses shattered at last, this man whom I love beyond all reason clings to me, sobbing like a wounded child, spilling
out his anguish. From deep within comes all the rage and pain and hunger and loneliness that has been festering, poisoning
his very soul. Holding him close, I slam open the doors of my senses, taking it, absorbing it all, freeing him of his unbearably
heavy burden once again. Much later, he is still and as he is falling asleep in my arms, he looks at me and smiles. Now
I see the real man, his sensitive easily wounded heart, his battered ego and his incredible courage.
This is the moment for which I've been waiting, and I pour into him all the love, understanding and compassion that I
have in my heart. He smiles again sleepily and I know he feels my love filling him, healing his raw places, soothing his
existing scars and finally, surrounding and protecting his soul.
He sleeps now, at peace, relaxed and calm as I lie curled around him listening to his slow breathing. In the morning,
he will leave without a word having been spoken between us, but we both know he will return. Perhaps one of these times,
he will stay . . . .
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