He dug under her butt, lifted her hips while he stroked his tock in her cunt. Every grinding thrust of his pubic bone against hers mangled her cunt and sent a fireball of pleasure sparkling though her. His fingers digging into her ass-cheeks gave her the feeling he was going to rip her ass in two. Squirming and writhing as best she could, she gave herself willingly to her master. She loved his cruel weight on top of her, his mammoth cock pounding in her hole.
His fingers burrowed deeper into her rear, and she whimpered at the stinging pain as he dragged her cheeks apart. A finger touched her winking asshole, and she was ravaged by a seafing river of flame. Her shithole burned as he pushed his blunt finger against it.
His cock stroked her cunt as he humped, rammed into her with smooth, steady strokes. She felt his finger plunge into her asshole. She realized, after a moment, that he was using the finger in her rear to put pressure on his cock. It didn't matter.
The feel of something in her bung was unlike anything she had believed possible. It was fantastic!
She was slowly being violated by the exquisite double penetration of her helpless body. Barely able to wriggle, she abandoned herself to the total searing pleasure of the finger up her ass and the cock up her cunt. She felt him grind her already-sore abused tits against the ropes, felt his sweat slicking his hairy torso.
She began whining as his cock and finger seared all awareness from her mind. The setting sun blazed down on her. She didn't care if the neighbors saw or heard her ecstasy. She was being ravaged by the man who owned her. Even the birds were silenced by the total wantonness of her coupling with Max.
She felt him begin to hose her insides with cream and she moaned her pleasure. She felt him dig his finger into her asshole as he flooded her glutted cunt with jizz. The cum flowed like lava until it spilled from her hole and ran down her butt and fell to the grass below.
A prolonged, joint-cracking convulsion locked her muscles as her cumming exploded like flashpowder along her veins and nerves. She began crying when her orgasm finally faded, and she realized that her master's cock was shrinking in her hole. There was a wonderful, stinging jolt as he extracted his thick finger from her asshole. She squirmed adoringly under him as he lay on top of her, panting.
She thought he was going to untie her when he at last got off her. He didn't. He left her lying there and vanished into the house. He came back out with a beer, then to the workshop. He returned with a glittering chrome dog chain, and the eyebolt for her anklet.
She felt a surge of love and horniness as she felt the eyebolt being screwed into its threaded hole. Only after he had snapped the leash on her and looped the other end around his wrist did he untie her ropes and help her up.
She looked down at her leash. Then she leaned against him, went up on her tiptoes, and gave him a kiss.
"No clothes for the rest of the day," he commanded. "I like seeing you naked."
"Yes, Max," she agreed.
He led her to the house so she could begin their supper. She wondered if he would want her again that evening, and if he did, how he would take her.
She hoped he would tie her up again if he did want to fuck. She didn't need that now to be aroused, not with the slave bracelet. All the same, she loved to feel ropes biting into her flesh. She loved being so totally at his mercy that he could do anything he wanted to her.
The leash made her feel like an animal. It was a constant reminder of her status, and of his love for her.
CHAPTER FOUR
Max kept the leash attached to Kim's ankle during dinner. It dragged behind her like a ball and chain when she had to get up and get something for him. The rest of the time he kept it looped around his wrist.
Eating steak in the nude, watching his nude wife, was a cock-stiffening experience. The shift and play of her lush tits made his dick hard.
She was aware of his eyes on her, and she was both flattered and embarrassed as he feasted on her bountiful tits.
"Some more wine, baby," Max ordered, dropping the leash. He stared hungrily at her ass as she walked out to the kitchen. The leash, a shining steel snake, danced and coiled along the floor.
As she came back toward him, he let his eyes rest on her jiggling tits, her scissoring thighs, and her golden muff. The black iron ring welded to her ankle made her pale flesh look vulnerable, desirable. As she bent to pour his wine, her heavy tits swaying, he had the feeling he was at a Roman orgy, being attended by a nude slave.
His hand came up and cupped one soft warm tit. He lifted it, weighed it. His thumb toyed with the already-distended tit. "How's the bracelet, baby?" he asked.
Kim's eyes glittered with devotion. "Oh, Max, it feels like a lead weight around my ankle," she sighed. "It's so much more of a reminder than my wedding ring is." She stayed leaning over as he fondled her tit.
"Spread your legs," Max ordered.
Straightening up, her expression a mixture of horniness and shame, she obeyed. He squeezed her soft cunt-lips, then slowly, watching her eyes haze with lust, he slid his finger up into her streaming cunt. He realized that she no longer needed to be bound to enjoy sex. The anklet was enough of a reminder of her defenseless state. But he was also sure that bondage would send her into erotic convulsions. And he wasn't about to abandon the pleasure of seeing her tied and helpless.
He finger-fucked her, felt her juices smear his hand. Her hips began to shift and squirm restlessly as his finger slithered in and out of her dripping silt. Her knees were slightly bent. Her cunt was thrust forward, a horny offering to his digital invasion. She had her arms stiff and slightly back so her spine arched a little. Her tit jutted out provocatively.
It was like she was ready to get fucked, right then and there, standing up, in the dining room, while the light from the chandelier played over her creamy flesh. Her full lips were parted with excitement, glistening with desire as her head rolled lustily.
He played with her sopping cunt until she was making animal-like noises deep in her throat. When he drew his finger out, her dismay was obvious. Holding his cunt-sopping middle finger up to her face, he let her sniff the fresh juices, which were mingled with the cum he had deposited in her pussy that afternoon. Her mouth gaped, sought his slimy digit. He let her suck it clean. The way her tongue slurped at his finger reminded him of how she sucked cock. He felt his prick dribble pre-cum into his napkin.
"Clear the table, baby," he ordered. "Except for my wine."
"Yes, Max," Kim agreed, her face flushed with arousal. She knew he had something in mind. Her hands shook as she picked up the dishes.
Max slouched back, extended his legs under the big dining table, and savored his wine as he watched her clearing things up. The jingling of the leash added to his horniness. Once in a while it would tangle around her feet, snag on something, or she would step on it and stumble. It was a delectable reminder for them both.
"Put the candles and the other stuff on the sideboard and then get the ropes," Max ordered when the dishes were all cleared away. "Get the camera, too."
"Oh, Max, not more pictures?" Kim asked fearfully.
"You bet, baby," he answered. "Go."
"Yes, Max," Kim sighed softly.
He took the camera from her and checked it. She stood beside him, nude and ravishing and stiff with fear. The ropes dangled from her clenched hand. "You aren't ever going to show the pictures to anyone, are you?" she asked.
Max finished inspecting the camera. "That's for me to decide, isn't it?"
"Yes, Max," she whispered. "But I think I'd just die if anyone saw them."
Max panted. He was thinking how he would feel if someone else saw the shots of Kim bound and totally exposed. It made his cock hard. It would be perfect testimony to his power over his woman.