The progression of chimes and tones which signified the top of the hour played out,
leaving only the hisses and cracks of the smouldering fire to break the anxiety over the
issue at hand.
      Taking the offered drink, the seated man was proficient enough to wave his hand
casually and still sting sharply the naked flesh of the retreating server.  The strike and
the short unexpected squeal broke the quiet tension, somehow freeing the grout to speak.
      “I have located the property,” his pause to sip from the iced glass was calculated,
“as I said I would.”  He was coldly unaffected yet absolutely controlled.
      Standing quickly, the woman daringly confronted him, “But how can she make such
outlandish promises?”  Angling her two aggressive steps, she turned her affront into a
frustrating pacing, “The location is not as relevant as her intent!”
      The taller woman stood as well, her graceful lines and elegant carriage concealed
well the insatiable hunger which dominated her will.  Allowing the two to banter, she
contained her laughter and took the moment to examine a wall hanging; a fine display of
artistry which their host owned and was gracious enough to have shown for the meeting. 
Appreciating the silky texture, the woman lightly stroked the inner thigh of the display
all the way to the finely muscled crease which so perfectly ended the smooth plane. 
Toying her fingers across the delicate folds, a grin crossed her face as the labia swelled
ever so slightly under her touch.
      Not turning her attention away from her manipulation of the artwork, she still
managed to talk over the group, “I want this one.”
      Chuckling in a cadence of deep baritone, the man turned to her, “Yes, Lady Farrow,
indeed many do.”
      The displayed girl was inverted and bound tightly with all of her limbs stretched
invitingly wide.  Lady Farrow slipped her two middle fingers into her and pulled the
girl’s hips forward, “Leah’s threat is real.  We all risk losses if she succeeds.”  A slow
grunt mewing began as the Lady increased the pressure on the girl then clipped to a gasp
as the woman’s thumb found the sprouting clitoris.  “This will be your price.”  She freed
her hand only to return it immediately with a stinging slap to the vulnerable sex.
      Standing, the host spread his arms wide, “My dear Lady, I would offer you the world
to appease you appetite,” his raised his brows to the slight tilt of his head, “but could
I deliver?”
      Hands on hips, her eyes bore into him, “How dare you question my abilities!”
      Raising but a single finger to fend her off, “You misunderstand me.  I question
only the severity of the threat.”
      Quickly Lady Farrow regained her composure, “It is simple economics; increased
supply and competition is bad for business.”  Stepping toward him, her smile became
hypnotic, “Her plan is to compete.  Do not be surprised if the next showing spawns a new
Suzerain, unless…” Letting the words hang, she allowed him a glimpse of her Cheshire
satisfaction before turning back to the art.
      Holding back a laugh at her theatrics, “Let me guess, you have a hired hand in
mind?”
      “No!”  Spinning back to face the group, “I was not willing to wait for others to
succeed…or fail.  I did my own inquiry and have already initiated my plan.”  Swirling the
cubes in her glass, “I have effectively concealed a spy among the ranks of her prospects
and done so in such a manner that detection will be virtually impossible.”  Satisfied with
her announcement, she set her cold glass onto the split of the displayed girl’s legs,
balanced it and walked away.



Chapter 1
      
      Their bodies parted just far enough for his hands to slide from her hips to trace
the bottom edges of her ribs and meet.  Holding his head tight to maintain the passion of
the embrace, her body writhed in encouragement and anticipation, willing his hands higher
into her shirt.
      Following their undeniable command, a throaty moan purred out as the bottom swell
of each breast was gently coddled.  Spreading his thumbs and forefingers to cup under the
anxious flesh, he applied enough pressure to coax her body back a step.  The second step
was stopped by the bed, sending her slowly to it.  Her grip brought him with her, easing
his weight down onto her.
      “Oh, yeah…yeah.”  Her words escaped between the laboured gasps as she clung to him,
bringing him even heavier down onto her.
      Fighting her grip, he lowered to kiss her chin then slowly trailed a line to the
back of her jaw.
      Pulling him lower, prodding to go on, “Now, now, yeah…oh, I’m so ready!”  She
lengthened her vowels in her needy drawl.
      “Easy there, Cookie,” pecking at her neck, “I want to make you wait.”  A whine of
discontent and he felt her wiggle higher in protest.  His hands quickly covered the centre
of each breast and she stopped.  The silent stillness emphasized the rapid expansion of
each small nub as they pushed into his palms, confirming their arousal.
      Her hands raced to cover his, “I’m ready now.  Take me…please, take me.”  Reaching
aggressively lower, her breathing became a ragged pant.
      Stopping her attempt to undress him, he smiled at his own sadistic patience, “Come
now, Buttercup…”
      “Yes!”  Calling out, catching him in a word play, “I wanna ‘cum now’!”  Her legs
spread wide and he fell between them as her hips pushed up to meet him.  A sudden gasp had
her mouth freeze in an ‘O’ as her eyes rolled back.
      Having firmly gripped the solid tips between his fingers, he finally began to roll
them as he whispered, “My little animal cracker, I will make you roar.”  Her hands again
fought for his pants and he allowed her fumbling while he spent his time tasting the
flavour of her neck, kissing and tonguing the sweat from her excitement, feeding his own
hunger for the moment.
      Lost in the spice of his appetizer, only the unclasping of his belt and the groping
of her hands as they found him brought him back.
      Thrilled to be fondling his erection into solidity, she begged, “Oh, you’re so
ready, baby, let me have you, please.”  Scurrying under him further, her mouth willing to
finish his growth, she had to stop as he had shifted his weight and began to remove her
shirt.  Impatient for it to be gone, she lifted her arms above her head for it to be gone,
“Oh, yeah, baby, take me.”
      “Yes, Cupcake, I will.”  He brought the garment up over her head then lifted them
both further onto the bed, putting her into the position he wanted.  “I will take you,” he
stripped the shirt to her wrists only to leave it tangled there.
      The small double bed’s headboard was short, almost unnoticed, accented by a post at
each corner which rose only inches into view but blossomed into a small orb at the crest
of each.  Pulling his knees up to her torso to straddle her, he pinned her while he
twisted the cloth and effectively tied her wrists together.  Quickly, without giving her
time to react, he looped her bound wrists over the post’s orb and slid her torso down the
bed, cinching her arms helplessly above her head.
      Resisting only as a token measure, she mewed a whine as he slid down her body,
“Baby, baby, oh…”  Gasping stopped her as he clenched a nipple between his lips.  He began
to suckle and she cried, “Oh, God, yeah!”
      The nipple popped from his mouth.  His smile was devious as their eyes met, “Don’t
be too loud, Lollipop, your sisters might hear you.”  He was still high enough to stretch
up and kiss her lips while his hands skimmed across her belly and played at the waistline
of her shorts, “Then I would have to go and you would be left to fend for yourself.”
      “No!”  Her eyes widened, “No,” she repeated quietly.  Whispering, “I’ll be quiet, I
will,” panting, “Just don’t stop.”  Struggling to move her arms and encourage him lower,
she could only moan in frustration as she was more firmly trapped to his pace than she’d
thought.  “Baby, don’t stop.  I want you, so bad, right now, don’t stop.”  The whisper was
more of a whimper as she again tested her bindings.
      Calmly he answered, “I do not intend on stopping.”  The button popped and each
tooth of the zipper sent a wave of stimulating vibrations as it was gentled to its base. 
Lifting his weight up off of her thighs, he dismounted and brought both of his knees to
her right.  Her hips rose in anticipation, needing the shorts to be gone.  Ignoring her
unspoken plea, he returned his attention to the bare breasts.
      The slight sheen of moisture reflected the timely thrum that each pounding beat of
her heart made.  With her arms stretched above, her ribs became pronounced and the slope
from her sternum to her belly steepened.  Each breast pulled high, falling slightly
outward under its own weight.  Each nipple was a beacon of her desire and lust as they
strained the limits of the flesh in a bulging effort, taut and solid for it.
      Creasing his face even further, his smile opened as he noticed that during the
slight pause, she was very slowly inching her way up, relieving the gentle pressure on her
arms in the first stage in an attempt to free her arms from the short post.  Only a little
slack would be needed to be unhooked from the few inches of wood.  She saw him watching
and stopped, then tried to shift the focus, “I want you to see how wet I am for you,
Baby.”  Raising her hips, “I need you.”
      “Yes, Honeybun, I know you’re wet for me.”  His fingers circled her belly and her
flexed reaction brought her body another inch higher.  With the added slack, her elbows
bent to take it up.  His left hand cupped a breast and his right hand probed under the
panties to the hairline.
      With a squirm and a moan, her arms came free to immediately push his hand down into
the fine threads of her downy tuft.  Going with the motion, he slid across the pubis and
dove into the bath of her sea.
      An immediate contraction of ecstasy gripped her.  Immobile and incapable, her body
spasmed to the unexpected pleasure, reducing her to no more than a slave to its thrill. 
Shockwaves of the euphoria rippled across her, spreading from the epicentre of the
glorious sensations and holding her in their fervour.  Her very soul quaked in
anticipation of the release that was building, craving the primal fulfilment her body
demanded.
      Through the pool of her need, his hand slid beyond, travelling down her inner
thigh, shorts and panties in tow.  Bending, his lips met the delicate flesh of her belly
as it quivered under his touch.  Her legs fought against the cloth binding which held her
knees together, finally kicking them low enough to pull her left leg out and granting her
the freedom to spread her legs just as wide as she desired.
      Catching her breath, settling into position, she purred, “Okay, Baby, I need you
now.”  Pushing the top of his head, she raised her hips to meet him.
      Kissing through the silken gossamer and over the ridge of her pubis made her gasp,
but he detoured and trailed onto an inner thigh before rising off of her.  Gripping her
wrists tightly, he held them before her as he added to the twists which made them tight,
“I have already put these where I want them once, Sugarplum.”  Kneeling and leaning
forward, he re-hooked her wrists over the ball and onto the post of the headboard.
      Seeing the opportunity within range, she lifted her head and bit gently through his
open jeans and onto his erection.
      Jumping back, he smiled, “Yes, you naughty little succubus, you will have all of
me.”  Sliding off of the side of the bed, he circled to the foot and took her right ankle
and began to twist the shorts she’d neglected to completely discard.  Pulling the leg to
put more tension on the arms, he tangled the shorts well enough to not allow them beyond
the tennis shoe she still wore.
      Whimpering as her body was shifted to cross the bed diagonally, “I’ll be good,
Baby, I will.”
      Tugging the shorts until her body stretched, “I know, Muffin, I know you will.” 
The footboard was a miniature of the headboard and the empty leg of the shorts was just
able to loop over the foot post to leave her stretched out across the bed.  His hands
stroked the calf, knee and thigh, stopping short of the itching cleft.  He almost laughed
out loud as he saw the dawning upon her face of the fact that he no longer held her tight,
yet she couldn’t move.  “Yes, you are mine to do with as I please.”  Reaching out, he took
a nipple between his thumb and forefinger and began to roll it slowly.
      Murmuring, “No, please.”
      His eyebrows rose and his fingers pulled away, “You want me to stop?”
      In a panic, “NO! No!  Baby, no, you can’t stop!  Please, please don’t stop.”  She
bordered on tears as her free leg lay wide and limp, confirming her sincerity, “I have to
have you,” and finished it with a sniffle.
      His smile softened and her expression joined his, “Do you want me to leave you like
this while I take you?”
      Nodding aggressively, “Anything, Baby, you know, anything.”  Her smile was almost
sincere.
      Both hands came down to cover the breasts to her gasp, “Yes, my Siren, I do hear
your call.”  Kneading slowly before his grip lowered to cup each, then he progressed
further to cross the washboard of her ribs.
      Jumping to her left, he caressed her belly while stroking her thigh, only grazing
her needy sex for his own enjoyment.  Her free leg swung wide and gyrated, failing to stop
him from leaving her centre to grab the wild leg and massage the calf and ankle.  He
untied her shoe, loosened the laces and flipped the shoe off before sliding the sock down
to expose her left foot.  Taking it in both hands, be began to rub his thumbs into the
toughened sole.
      As good as it did feel she couldn’t help but release a moan of desperation,
stopping herself short with just a whispered, “Oh, please.”  Resisting the urge to prod
him further, her body throbbed with an incredible craving.  Knowing she had to have him
soon, she began to put some muscle against the clothing that bound her; a playful binding
teasingly titillating which allowed his display of dominance.  Expecting her foot to slide
free the easiest, she was shocked to just short of panic to find that the shorts were
caught securely around the tightly laced shoe.
      Ignoring the slow northern travel of the manipulating fingers on her free calf, she
strained her neck to look up.  With all of her limited slack she lifted her hands in an
attempt to clear the post.  The distance up over the top was not the problem; it was the
bulge at the top, the decorative orb, the few inches of depth from the spherical carving
which just would not let her pass.
      Her already racing heart leapt.  A trace of fear melded with her sexual need in a
flurry of sensations she didn’t recognize.  In a desperate exasperating effort she made
one quick attempt and struggled fervidly against her position without affect.  Her
helplessness surprised her.  Even after the knots he’d tightened, she never really thought
of herself as powerless to it.  She never gave a thought to the idea of her complete
surrender, of physical submission, of an absolute yielding to his will…until now.  It did
not diffuse her need; it only served to confuse her desire.
      Hands pulled her free leg wide, putting pressure high on the inner thigh.  Not able
to resist, not really wanting to resist as the move exposed her to him, she managed a
whimpering, “Okay, Baby.”  Ready for him, her need far outweighed any other jumble of
thoughts she couldn’t sort out right now anyway.  The leg moved wider, panting, “Baby I…”
and further, she gasped, “I can’t move…my…Ohhhh…”
      The moan drew out long and strong as his tongue covered the crease of her sex in a
single stroke which tightened into a pointed touch as it finished by circling her erect
clit, pushing her beyond debilitation and into a wanton delirium.
      “Lemon drop, if I wanted you to move, you would be able to.”