A Husband · Part 2

A Husband · Part 2 (2/2)
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jerk.

Lucy’s eyes glinted in wicked approval as they drank in the evidence of Danny’s helpless arousal. “Oh baby” she softly moaned, “you came for me. You couldn’t stop yourself could you?”

In response, Danny just rolled his head weakly to one side as he struggled to catch his breath. His whole body ran with perspiration.

Lucy, little by little, extracted the sodden instrument from Danny’s flesh.

“Aaahh!” He winced.

“Poor, poor baby,” she crooned, “don’t worry, I’ll make it all better for you.” She quickly donned a silk robe and exited the room, leaving a bound Danny still gasping slightly. Within two minutes, she was back, carrying a large ceramic bowl filled with warm, soapy water.

Lovingly, she bathed – then dried – every inch of exposed flesh she could reach. She payed particular attention to the stickiness in his groin

– though she wasn’t willing to untie him.

“You’ve done this before, haven’t you Lucy?”

The sober question cut through Lucy’s attentiveness. She slowly smiled in his direction, “Yes – I like reaching in and finding the dark, hidden part – the creature no-one talks about.”

Looking at her rather piercingly, Danny asked a question, “Did you find mine?”

“Oh yes” she grinned, “and it was beautiful.”

“Lucy, untie me now – I need a drink. We’ll play again later.”

His voice quavered a little, unsuccessfully trying to reclaim his customary authority.

“Oh no Danny – no. You’re not going anywhere, not until I’ve finished with you. You have to learn how to be good – you need to learn about the Goddess. She demands absolute obedience, absolute satisfaction.”

A wicked, self-satisfied humour danced behind her gaze. Memories of Roxanne’s motherly, whorish, riotous, comforting circle of sinful women floated through her head. They’d taught this poor, broken-hearted novice well. They’d coached her in the mysteries, made her understand those burning times. Scorch a witch to control The Fates. Laughable really, like charcoaling your own erection because it won’t lie down.

Lucy relished this newly discovered subversive sexuality – and practise makes perfect.

Danny rolled his eyes and sighed then wriggled slightly, trying to tame the soreness still stinging his ass.

Lucy laughed, “You’ve got a lot to learn yet Danny. Don’t worry, I’m a gentle mistress.” With that, she disappeared again, quickly returning with a glass of cold water. She patiently lifted Danny’s head and unhurriedly fed him the entire appreciated amount, taking great care to dab away the escaping drips.

“You’ll be ready for me in an hour or so Danny. You came hard and fast the first time. The next few hours are going to be slow

– very slow.”

“What about my wife, Lucy? She could be back any time.”

Lucy giggled, “Oh, don’t worry – I’m sure Roxanne is keeping her amused.”

Danny’s brow wrinkled, “What do you mean by that?”

She just gave Danny an enigmatic smile, “Oh nothing really – just that

Roxanne enjoys new company.”

The sinister undertow in Lucy’s words made him shiver. He didn’t press the subject any further. He didn’t want to know any more.

His violent orgasm, the heat and the gentle, relaxing sensation of Lucy slowly washing and drying his exhausted body had begun to stupefy him.

The alluring black Goddess of sleep reached out her hand and held him to her breast until he was powerless in her embrace.

Lucy surveyed his slumbering form. It pleased her. She wanted him to conserve his energy. In the meantime, there was a ritual to complete. Hungrily, she glanced in the direction of the enchanted wooden carving and its inviting phallus. Within a moment of that quick exchange, the mischievous spirit had captured her gaze completely.

She was transfixed. The now dark and terrible deity willed her towards him.

Obediently, she knelt in front of the ancient artefact and gave a barely audible moan of pleasure as the ever-erect penis entered. She closed her eyes tightly, then squeezed her vaginal muscles around the large cock.

That seemed to set off a cascade of increasingly strong, involuntary contractions.

It felt like her flesh was deliberately milking the objects magical essence.

Streams of pleasure raced through her body.

She felt her nipples tighten and her breasts balloon. Some unseen force was holding her in place as the dark passage between her thighs continued to pulse in a steady rhythm. The spasms grew even more forceful and

Lucy found herself bearing down in great waves; it was almost like giving birth. The base of her spine burned with unnatural heat then she was there – a harsh crescendo enveloped her several times over, each surge more intense than the one before. She felt a sticky stream run down the inside of her thigh. Before, she would have thought she’d peed herself – but Roxanne had recently enlightened her about female ejaculation.

As the last convulsion died away in blissful ebbs, Lucy gradually extracted herself from the devilish embrace. She noticed a single drop of glutinous fluid hanging from the end of the shiny ebony penis and – catching the divinity’s penetrating look again, she slowly licked it away. “Thankyou master” she whispered. Tired now, she spread herself alongside Danny, still gently snoring on the bed, and joined him in the make believe world of dreams.

Danny was attached to a wildly bucking white mare, fear and exhilaration forming a potent cocktail inside his brain. He was experiencing an unstoppable, primordial hunger while trying to fuck the beast. Then the equine suddenly shape shifted into a lusciously curved, lily-white woman as his eyes flickered open.

Lucy was riding him. She’d attached a tight band of soft leather around the base of his cock to prolong her pleasure. Her pupils were large, black pools and her mouth gaped wide. Beads of sweat dribbled over ample breasts.

Lucy felt blistering sparks of pure carnality shoot through her groin each time she thrust towards him. It was almost as if Danny’s cock was some kind of magic wand, coaxing her towards a dark, enchanted heaven.

Danny strained against his bindings. He would have gripped her hips in a vicious rhythm, probably leaving dark bruises on her pale skin

– but all he could do was struggle. His muscles were tight with frustration.

Lucy was lost in another universe as she instinctively rocked her body.

A soft “Aaaahhh” escaped her lips each time gyrated her pussy. Danny’s cock filled her to overflowing – and her aching clitoris was sliding forcefully across his flesh. Screwing her eyes shut, weird hues illuminated the inky blackness. Eruptions of incandescent light lured her like a moth – she was dancing to a mindless, tribal rhythm. Suddenly, through the infinite dark, she was drowning in a sea of pulsing blood red.

As it surged, she found herself defenceless in the face of this awesome power. Repeatedly, her vaginal muscles shuddered hard in total gratification.

Her rock hard belly bore down in uncontrollable waves. It felt like she was peeing herself again.

Lucy’s eyes glinted with fiendish satisfaction and her muscles almost hummed in joy. The spasms that had singed her flesh left perfect relaxation in their wake. “Oh Danny, you’re the best toy I’ve ever had” she sighed, “we’re going to play and play and play……..

..” Her voice trailed into the distance.

Danny was still erect, he hadn’t ejaculated.

Disengaged now, Lucy eyed his glinting phallus. “Poor sweetie”

she murmured, as she licked away some meandering dribbles.

“Please Lucy” begged Danny, “make me come.”

“Yes Danny, I’ll make you come – I promise. One thing though, how far do you want to go for your pleasure? Will you go as far as

I want to take you?”

The dark, lustful serpent inside him – the creature Lucy had woken – coiled around his brain and gut, “I’ll go as far as you need me to go,”

he pleaded.

“Oh yes Danny, you will – I’ll take you into sweet, sticky shadows you’ll never want to leave.” With that, Lucy searched through her box of tricks again until she found a supple pigskin blindfold, lined with soft fake fur. Deftly, she stretched the fabric across Danny’s eyes then buckled it tightly at the back. Searching again, she discovered some grey duct-tape. She expertly stuck down the edges of the leather, so not even a thin chink of light could find his cornea.

Danny’s hearing was still acute as he waited in the gloom. He heard the door open and click shut a few times, but couldn’t say what was happening. After an interval – probably twenty minutes – but it seemed like forever, Danny felt a warm mouth encase the head of his cock.

He squirmed in supplication. The heat and the movement were heavenly.

A wet snaking tongue was cajoling him into an ungodly rhythm. He started a little when an unfamiliar strong hand caressed and cupped his balls, but he was too lost in need to care. He felt the other hand gently stroking his shaft. Soft moans of pleasure seeped from his lips as his already bulging glans bloated purple with desire. His muscles suddenly stiffened, demanding release. “Aaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!”

The cry rebounded off the walls as Danny orgasmed in several harsh, staccato bursts. His abdomen writhed involuntarily, as he felt the stranger’s orifice steadily drinking in the seed it had so adamantly extracted.

“Oh Danny, Danny, Danny,” a soft female voice sang his name, “I wish you could see yourself.”

In fact, as Danny would discover later – he was able to see himself.

Lucy had flashed a graphic series of photos at the peak of his excitement.

Lucy brushed a finger across his damp cheek as he struggled to catch his breath, “Oh my baby, where have you been? Where did I take you?

Would you like to see?” Without waiting for an answer to any of those questions, she peeled away the grey tape around his eyes, and then undid the small buckle behind his head, slipping off the blindfold.

Danny slowly opened his eyes. At first, they fought against even the dimmed illumination of that murky interior, but gradually, his surroundings came into focus. He concentrated on the features of his seducer.

With dawning clarity, he made out the grinning countenance of Jack – though, at that point, this was their first acquaintance.

“Hi” smiled the youthful, clean-shaven man.

Danny’s jaw dropped – horror, surprise, revulsion, fascination – with sickening intensity, all these emotions churned in his belly at the sight of the handsome, lithe and very male figure.

Lucy’s smile widened at the sight of Danny’s obvious confusion, “It’s

OK Danny – Jack enjoyed it, he really did. He’s my lover too.

Jack enjoys everything. He thinks you’re beautiful.”

“Lucy!” Danny’s brow knitted, “You little bitch…….

Lucy cut off any further expletives when she gently waved the camera in his face, “You loved it Danny, I have the evidence and besides, you gave me permission to take you wherever I wanted. You need to loosen up, explore the boundaries.”

With that, Danny just groaned in defeat.

By now, it was almost midday. The sun was at its peak and the room was becoming stiflingly warm.

Seeing a shining bead of sweat slowly trickle down Danny’s temple, Lucy turned on the large overhead fan. It gave off a welcome, cool breeze as its speed shifted into high gear.

With pleasure, Danny felt the heat evaporate from his skin – though he noticed his mouth was dry again. He looked up briefly – Jack was standing over the bed, staring down at him. He discerned another leisurely smile growing across the young face.

“Bye man – see you later” Jack chuckled then cheekily added, “glad you enjoyed me.” With that, he left the room. The door snapped shut behind him.

Danny looked up at a naked Lucy, now kneeling between his open legs and gazing down at his bound, spreadeagled body. He noticed the tip of her tongue flick across her lips. “When are you going to untie me?” He pleaded.

“I think you need some refreshment Danny – something to keep you going.”

Danny just sighed. He knew he was beaten.

Lucy draped a soft, tiger-print sarong around her curvy form, before picking up the ceramic bowl containing the now cold grey washing water.

She disappeared for a few minutes, leaving Danny alone in the almost silent, light-starved room. The only sound was the occasional crystalline tinkle of the wind chimes.

Danny anxiously pondered his fate – though the recalled images and sensations stirred, yet again, his now lightly sleeping serpent. He closed his eyes and inhaled deep and slow as he felt the strange, unfamiliar reptile stretch and move. He wasn’t supposed to have these sensations, they were sick. However, despite his unease, he knew the embers of desire weren’t extinguished – just glowing under the surface.

Suddenly, the door opened again, letting in a cascade of brightness.

It was quickly snuffed out when Lucy clicked the lock behind her.

She efficiently placed a clean basin of tepid water on the small, old-fashioned table beside the bed and pulled out a clean face towel from the neat pile in the little draw beneath. The ill-fitting wood scraped noisily over the aged runners as she closed it. Concentrating, she soaked the cloth in the half-filled bowl, before squeezing it out and – once more

– gently wiping away Danny’s dampness.

Danny exhaled in a long, unhurried moan as he felt the lazy sensual motion sweep over his skin. Each pore seemed exquisitely sensitive and he found himself shivering at every light touch.

Lucy loved the way Danny quivered in time with her stroking, “Danny, Danny,” her voice was barely audible, “you’re so pleasing – so seductive.”

When her task was complete, she nonchalantly brushed his lips with hers

– then found herself drowning in his eyes when she spoke again. The size of his pupils gave her a huge buzz. They were larger than she’d ever seen before – bottomless pools. “I know you like this Danny

– I want to keep you dancing on the edge, but first, you need to drink and eat.”

Danny sipped on cold, freshly squeezed orange juice as Lucy patiently held the tumbler to his lips. His parched mouth welcomed the chilly liquid.

When the glass was drained, Lucy fed him chocolate and grapes – square by square and fruit by fruit, until he wanted no more. This intense lover needed to keep her new pet in good condition.

Danny’s bladder was now uncomfortably full. When he emptied himself into the suitable container provided by his paramour, he was finally at ease – cooled, fed, watered and now relieved. However, he was still helplessly tied to the bed.

On a day like to day, Lucy discovered she could orgasm many times.

She found it mysterious, but overwhelmingly delightful – the way her innate cycles dictated the rhythms of her desire. She looked at Danny with fresh lust.

With the heightened awareness of the hunted, Danny immediately sensed the subtle change in Lucy’s body language. His brain went into over-drive as he felt her trace an index finger between his lips. He noticed her mouth was hanging open slightly – she was starting to breathe a little more quickly. He was still at her mercy and he wondered – rather greedily – what new sexual perversions lay in store for him.

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