Rules byplayswithtoad©

We were supposed to be staying away from one another. I had broken the rules, you see. After six months of an affair with a man in an open marriage, I let him tear down the wall that had been my defense against romance for so long. I fell in love. My mistake. But it was his wife who decided the affair was too hot for it to fit inside the rules of their game. She demanded an abrupt end for him and me, and he acquiesced.
So we ended. After a long, tearful goodbye phone call and an entire bottle of wine, I felt empty. I thought this was actually a relationship that could last. Ridiculous, I know. But in the beginning, his wife had called me and given me permission to have him; she was planning to leave him, so I was welcome to him when she left in a few months. I was a little shocked at the time, listening to her rules: we were to do nothing in public, there should be no embarrassment for her, and their children should never know.
I wasn't really looking for a relationship, so these were easy rules for me, and I took her at her word. This was my first mistake. My second mistake was letting down my guard, letting him inside the wall I had built to keep others out. I loved him. And, now, she had changed her mind; it had to be over. I couldn't make sense of it. Why change the rules now? But he felt he needed to try to save his marriage, so there were no more phone calls, no more emails, no more chatting in the evenings online. No more sexy afternoon trysts during lunch hours. Instead there was utter silence and estrangement as we tried to abide by her new rules.
The distance between us was broken only by the committee meetings at work when we sat across conference tables from one another, valiantly trying to follow the discussion about budgets and policies. It was torture. I stole glances at him to see if he was watching me. When our eyes would meet, the tension was too great and our lines of vision would scatter around the room. I left quickly after each meeting; I couldn't bear the silence between us. I sometimes wondered what our colleagues at the meetings thought. There was a definite change in the interactions between the two of us, and I know I was less engaged in what business was happening.
I drove myself crazy over those few weeks apart, wondering about his thoughts: Was he thinking about me? About the last time he kissed me and used those lips on me to make me come? About the way he would watch me while he was inside me, waiting for me to look at him while I came? I had no idea what he thought. I just knew I was to stay away and keep the silence; those were the new rules we followed.
Until the day he called. Truly, it was a call about a business issue, but he could have called someone else. "How are you?" he asked.
"Not the best," I answered. He knew how I felt, knew I had allowed him inside my wall. I didn't want to punish him, but I didn't want to hurt all alone either. A long silence dragged on across the phone line. He got to the point of his call, and I gave him the information he needed, but I didn't want him to hang up. Maybe he didn't want to either; it was always disconcerting that I could never tell what he was feeling. So I told him my truth. "I miss you."
After a sigh, he said, "I know. I miss you, but it can't be helped." I knew his reasons, all of them good and just and so damn noble. How do you argue with noble? "I'm sorry," he said, his misery of being stuck between two women in his voice. God, how I wished he'd stop with the "sorry" mantra. I got it. And I didn't.
"How are things?" I asked, not really expecting him to tell me and not really sure I wanted to know. What I really wanted is for them to be miserable. Terrible. But that was my selfishness rearing its ugly head. So, I waited for him to find the words to tell me, bracing myself to hear how things were wonderful.
"Okay. Not great. Not terrible. The temperature in the house is normal, but there is no connection, no sharing, no touching." I wanted to shout, "Hallelujah!" But instead I found myself telling him I was sorry for that. He said, "I do miss our times together." I didn't answer that, and I told him I had to go. I would not let him hear me cry.
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Two days later we have the first of 10 showcases to be held over the next month, and each department must attend to talk to potential clients about what we can offer them. I know he will be there setting up his presentation equipment. I don't have to do any set-up to speak of, so I wonder if I should stick my head in the door of the room he will be in to just say hello. What can it hurt? It's just hello, right? I answer my own questions by opening the door to his room a full 45 minutes before clients will arrive.
"Hi." Great opening line after not seeing him for six weeks. He doesn't look surprised to see me; he knows me far too well.
"Hi." Our eyes lock on one another for a few seconds. I think I can actually see the electricity in the air, but maybe that is just wishful thinking. "I wondered if you would come by to see me."
"It's not the smartest thing I've ever done, but I wanted to say hello." No. What I wanted to do was lock the door, kiss him, make him want me, feel his hands on my breasts. I stand there in the back of the room watching him set up. He asks me to sit down, so I sit in a chair against the back wall. I wait for him to say something, anything. Maybe he'll just ask me to leave. He completes his task and walks towards me. He turns a chair around so he is facing me and sits just out of reach. We look at each other in silence. "How are you?" I ask.
"Fine." The silence is uncomfortable for the first time ever between us. "I hoped you would come here." What do I say to that? Remember the rules: no talking, no email, no chats, no contact. But, you know, I didn't make those rules.
I said, "I'm glad you called the other day. I miss hearing your voice. ...I hate this, you know." He just looks away. "So, are things going well?" Aye yi yi -- I'm being so inane. But he tells me much of the same things he has said before. He has to try, he needs to feel he is giving her a fair shake, he needs to be there for his children, and on and on it goes. Eventually, he just stops talking and looks at me. I just look back.
I pretend to look at the time and stand up to make an exit as if I need to be somewhere. Suddenly, he stands up and in two steps reaches me as I back into the wall. He places his hands on the wall on either side of my head and pushes against me. He has me locked against the wall with his body as he just looks at me. He says, "This is a bad idea," and he leans down to kiss me. I want to put up my hands, stop him from breaking through the crumbly wall I have been trying to rebuild after he left. But I find myself kissing him back.
He leaned his body into mine, pinning me against the wall. I love the way his body presses against me, and I can feel his desire build. My hands go to his sides and then around him to pull him closer. He pulls his mouth from mine to look at me, and both of us are breathing a bit harder. His hand moves to my breast and begins to touch me the way I like, but then he stops, asking with his eyes if I want him to stop. I answer by leaning in to kiss him again.
Oh, how I have missed his hands on me. He begins to unbutton my blouse to get access to skin. I have his shirt fisted into my hands, yearning for his touch. The first feel of his skin on my breast is exquisite. He runs his fingers over my nipple, watching my face for the response he can feel in his hands. He pulls my bra out of the way and covers my nipple with his mouth. His tongue sucks on the hard tip, causing ripples to extend down my body where I feel it deep in my pussy. I feel myself grow wet as he squeezes my breasts and entertains my nipples with his tongue.
Oh, how I want this. I move my hands down and grab his ass, pulling us hip to hip. He puts his hands on either side of my head, holding my face as he kisses me, his tongue ravishing my mouth. I move my hand to the front of his trousers where I rub my hand over the proof of his wanting. I hear a groan escape from his throat, so I wrap my hand around his cock and squeeze. He pulls his head back from me and looks into my eyes.
"We really shouldn't be doing this, especially here," he says. I nod since I'm not sure my voice will work. I continue to massage him and watch his eyes grow darker. He glances at the clock, and then walks away from me but only far enough to lock the door. I smile at him, and while he watches, I remove my panties. He smiles back at me as I lean against the wall waiting to see what he has in mind. He moves a chair to the corner of the room adjacent to the door. No one who looks in the window will see anything. He holds his hand out to me, and I go to him. He kisses me again, and I smile against his mouth.
"How are we going to do this?" I ask.
"Quietly," he says. I laugh at that, knowing how difficult that can be for me. He kisses me again, and both of our hands begin un-belting and unbuttoning his pants. As he lowers them, I fall to my knees to take him in my mouth. Oh, how I love the groan he makes as I take his cock into my mouth. I love to feel him grow harder and harder against my tongue. "I could let you do that all day," he says, "but we don't have the time right now."
He pulls my head away from him and sits on the chair. I want to feel him inside me, so I stand to straddle him. Slowly, I lower myself onto his cock. Oh, how wonderful it feels to have him inside me. For a moment we just look at each other, knowing the risk we are taking but not caring. I begin to slide my hips back and forth, taking my pleasure from him. His hands go to my breasts, and he runs his thumbs over my nipples. I gasp and moan, so he covers my mouth with his. "Quietly, remember?" he asks against my lips.
I nod and look into his eyes as I begin to move faster. His cock is so hard, and I am so wet. It doesn't take long until I know I'm close. "I'm going to come for you, Baby," I tell him. I start to close my eyes, and he says, "Look at me." I am staring into his eyes as I come. I'm breathing so fast now. He smiles at me, and I move in to kiss him hard. I love feeling his tongue in my mouth. I can't kiss him for long because I can't catch my breath. He grabs my ass with his hands and pulls me towards him hard several times, and then says, "My turn." He pulls my pussy snug against him, and I feel his cock jump inside me. He empties himself inside me, while I kiss him.
We sit, joined together, for a few minutes, my forehead against his. We know we have to pull ourselves together; we each have clients to see in just a few minutes. I stand up and find my panties. We each take a few minutes to pull ourselves together. It's quiet as he moves the chair back into the row with the others, the room straight again, as if nothing happened. I think the room is the only thing that seems as if nothing happened. "You know we broke all the rules," I say to his back. My voice shakes. I'm afraid the rules will be back, and that I will lose him again to the silence.
He turns and looks at me. A smile softens his face. "I was never one for rules anyway."

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It's Freaking Hot! byDocSavage656©

It's freaking hot! Summers in Central California have days on end of record or near record heat and today was pushing 113 degrees in the shade.

I'd left work a few minutes early because I couldn't take the heat any longer. I drove home dreaming of that cold beer chilling in the fridge and the few moments I was going have to drink it before my wife Kay made her way home.

Kay and I have been happily married for more than 30 years. We've recently become empty nesters and are learning to appreciate our new found freedom. We're really starting to enjoy spontaneous weekend trips, camping, relaxing, and being together, just the two of us. And as a bonus, our sex life has kicked back in and we have sex pretty much whenever and wherever in the house we want.

Kay is in her early 50s, very intelligent, short, big breasted with curves that can only be described as voluptuous. Her beautiful straight black hair and pale skin reveal her Irish heritage. I'm in my mid-fifties and I'm a big guy in every way, gray haired, comfortable, as I like to describe myself.

I'd finally made it to my driveway and headed into the air conditioned house. Kay scared the hell out of me as I walked in. Apparently she had gotten off work early and beat me home. "Hi Babe, you made it through the day huh?" she said as I walked into the kitchen to give her a kiss.

"Hey, I didn't expect you home so early," I said, as she leaned over the kitchen bar for her kiss. I noticed Kay had a funny look on her face as she told me she'd pour me a beer if I wanted to have a quick shower and cool off.

I showered and put on a clean pair of cargo shorts and a light t-shirt. During the summer, I sleep nude so I usually don't wear underwear when staying around the house in the evenings.

"Hey honey, what are we doing for dinner?" I yell out. Walking into the family room, I see Kay sitting on the couch dressed in a white t-shirt and the kaki cotton skirt that just drives me wild. I love that skirt because it shows off her lovely legs that frankly, I never get to see enough of. She almost never wears it as it's a tad short. but still sexy. Kay has her legs held tightly together and a serious frown on her face. That's not usually a good sign and I'm thinking she must really have something serious we need to discuss. Walking further into the room, I spot an open shipping box on the floor next to her and suddenly it hits me, and I now realize what's going on.

"Uh oh," I say, feeling a little embarrassed, kind of like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "I forgot to tell you I made a little order from The Pleasure Trove in West Hollywood. I really wasn't expecting it to be delivered this soon. What do you think?" I ask, holding my breath.

"Well," Kay starts, "you know... we don't have a lot of extra money to spend on those kind of things, but... I think I'm going to like it." And with that she spreads her legs a little and a huge bulge pops up under her skirt like she's just gotten a huge hard-on. She'd had something trapped between her legs, and I bet I know what it is!

I almost leapt over the coffee table so I could grab hold of the boner she was now sporting beneath her skirt. I took it in my hand and stroked it up and down, still covered in her skirt material. I lowered my face to hers and softly kissed her lips. I could feel the excitement and anticipation rise in both of us. Kay parted her legs wider as I stroked the firm cock she wore under her skirt.

The base of the dildo must have been putting pressure on her sensitive sex as I noticed her getting a little more aroused with each stroke. Our kisses became deeper, our tongues fighting for control of the other's mouth. She began squirming on the couch and grinding the cock into my fist. Kay softly moaned into my mouth. I kissed down her chin and along her jaw. With my free hand I lifted the t-shirt and unhooked the front clasp of her bra and freed her heavy breasts. Now I began gently massaging circles around first one, then the other breast, slowly working my way to her nipples. I offered my thumb and first finger, which she sucked into her mouth for lubrication. Then, with the wet fingers, I pinched and rolled her distended nipples as she moaned with lust.

She was almost panting when she whispered, "Get down there and suck my cock. I want to see you sucking on my big cock!" This was totally out of character for Kay as she was always a little bit of a submissive during sex, and not usually one to give orders.

I got down on my knees in front of her and slowly raised her skirt. Kay scooted a little closer to the edge of the cushion and spread her legs wide to allow me better access. As I lifted her skirt up, I could see the gleaming blue silicone dildo securely fastened to the new leather harness. Kay's pussy was visible and clearly she was extremely aroused. Her wetness was smeared all over her pussy from contact with the base of the dildo. I flipped her skirt up onto her belly, and breathed in Kay's intoxicating, musky aroma. The dildo was pointing straight up as I took it in my right hand and slid two fingers into Kay's wet pussy with my left. She moaned softly and I looked right into her eyes as I sucked the head of the dildo into my mouth.

I sawed the two fingers in and out of Kay's soaked pussy. Slowly at first, then faster as her breathing increased, fucking her as I sucked her cock further into my mouth. Her eyelids were heavy and half closed with lust and her moaning grew loud as she ground her hips into my hand.

"Oh fuck. " She moaned in a low, raspy voice. Her pussy was clenching and releasing at each stroke. I sucked hard on the dildo and pushed and pulled on it in an effort to emulate some of the rough blow jobs Kay had done to me. The smooth flat base of the dildo was brutally rubbing against her clit and her pussy juice ran freely. Suddenly Kay bucked, spreading her legs as far as they would go, toes curled, and she let out a guttural grunting. "Oh god, oh fuck, yes, yes!" Her orgasm came quickly and overtook her as her pussy spasmed around my fingers, her juices flowing out from deep in her core.

I took my mouth off the dildo and slid my fingers from her sopping hole and made a valiant attempt at lapping up as much of her wetness as I could, but there was just too much. I offered her my soaked fingers, she grabbed my hand and licked her own fluids from it.

I sat there on the floor with my head on her leg, marveling at the rig she had on. The dildo's size was to say the least, intimidating. It was purple, 7 inches long and 1 1/4 in diameter, firm and smooth as glass. The harness was black nylon and rugged looking as if it were some kind of mountain climbing gear. Definitely made for lots of fucking. Although Kay has occasional fucked me in the ass before, this is the first time I've invested some real money into equipment in the hopes that pegging will become a regular part of our lovemaking.

Eventually, Kay's breathing slowed and she showed signs of recovering. She looked down at me and said in a hoarse whisper, "Ok Chuck, that cock is not going to fuck itself, get that new jar of lube out of the box," I reached over and rummaged through the box and found the extra thick lube I'd ordered. I was just about to scoop out some of the clear jelly, when Kay stopped me. "Wait," she said, "Go get me one of our gloves," Oh my god, the thought of what she was going to do to me now just about pushed me over the edge right there and then. I hopped up and trotted off to our bedroom as Kay shouted, "And you better be naked when you come back!" I grabbed a latex glove from our toy drawer, dropped my shorts and ran back to the family room, my fully erect dick bobbing up and down.

Kay had removed her skirt and t-shirt. "Hands and knees on the couch," she barked. Following orders, I was soon in position, head resting on the arm of our couch and my ass in the air. I felt the cool lube being applied to my rectum by Kay's now gloved hand. She slathered on quite a bit and rubbed it around my pucker hole. I groaned with pleasure as I felt the pressure of her well lubed finger probe the opening, then slide into my ass. I focused on relaxing my sphincter muscle as Kay slowly began to thrust her finger in and out. It felt so amazing as she finger fucked my ass, and I was moaning uncontrollably. Her other hand took hold of my engorged dick and stroked it up and down until I warned her I wouldn't last long if she didn't stop.

Kay lay back on the couch, and slid down, her ass nearly off the edge. "Straddle me," she whispered in a faint, lust filled voice. I did as I was told and threw my leg over her waist, my cock now resting in the valley between her big tits. Kay took hold of the dildo, moving it into position as I lowered my ass on to it.

I felt the head at my opening and froze. It felt huge, and I started to have some second thoughts, but in that instant Kay thrust her hips up and the dildo slid in, penetrating my tight anal ring as I let out a loud "Oohhh!" It felt fantastic as I inched farther down the smooth shaft, my asshole was being stretched farther than it ever had. After a few minutes, I'd managed to take it all and bottomed out against the base. Shifting my weight forward, I slid the dildo out until I felt the head tug against my sphincter. Then back down, impaling myself on it again, once, twice three times, now faster as I got used to riding the strap on.

Kay's eyes were wild with excitement as I fucked myself up and down on her cock. "That's it baby, fuck my cock, show me how much you like that dick in your ass,"


Then, without warning it hit me. An intense orgasm rocked my body. Not a cum mind you, I didn't cum, but rather a huge prostate orgasm that started in my center and radiated throughout my body. It felt as if my whole body was quivering, my eyes shut tight, able only to make primitive grunting noises as waves of pleasure swept through me. It didn't last long... but it was amazing!


I'm not sure how much time had passed before I realized Kay was still bucking her hips, the dildo sliding in and out of me. "Oh good boy," Kay said. "I want to see that again. Get back on your hands and knees." I lifted myself off the shiny cock and took position on the couch, my head buried in the corner of the cushions, my chest low and my right knee barely on the edge. Kay moved in behind me, one foot on the floor, the other knee resting on the couch. Another dab of lube was applied to my now gaping hole and, with one slow and steady thrust she slid her cock back in me.


She rocked her hips back and forth, fucking me hard and driving the silicone dildo to its hilt. "Oh my god, Oh shit baby," I cried out as she worked me over, pulling out until just the head was in then ramming its full length back. After just a few strokes, another orgasm overtook me. My body trembled, and every muscle tightened, my ass clenched tightly around the silicone cock. It was exhilarating and draining at the same time. Then, it left me as quickly as it came. I was a mess. Totally frustrated that I hadn't cum yet, my cock strained and was harder than I ever remember, "I can't take much more baby," I whimpered, " I have to cum, I really need to cum," as I awkwardly reached down and stroked my hanging cock.

Hearing the frustration in my voice, Kay told me to roll over and she slowly backed away. The dildo slid out easily as I was well lubed and stretched. We were both covered in sweat, lube and lust as I moved to the floor, on my back, legs in the air. Kay got on her knees, dildo bobbing at my entrance. "Fuck me Kay, fuck me hard," I begged as she took hold of my legs behind the knees and spread me open to her. I took hold of my dick and pumped violently as the slick dildo again penetrated me, the small ridge on the head deliciously massaging directly on my prostate.

"You gonna cum for me? I want you to cum hard for me baby," she said as she thrust in and out, increasing her speed.

With the hard pounding from Kay, and me jerking my cock like there was no tomorrow, in a short time I could feel the pressure of a huge orgasm building. "Oh... oh... I'm cumming, I'm cu..." and with a deep growl, every muscle tensed and my cock shot cum like a fire hose up to my chin. Rope after rope of hot jiz landed on my chest. The white hot pleasure was intense and long lasting and for a second, I was completely out of it. Kay stopped and kept still as I struggled to regain my strength then laid her chest on mine, covering her boobs in my cum. She slowly slid the dildo out of my ass and moved up to find my mouth with hers and we kissed deeply, passionately.

"Oh wow!" Kay exclaimed. "That was the hottest, nastiest sex we've ever had, whew!" She rubbed her big tits all around my chest smearing cum all over us.

"So,... did I do good?" I said, referring to my purchase.

"You did good,... really good. Now get in the shower and I'll come help you wash that sexy ass of yours!"




Authors Note: This a work of fiction. Any similarity to any persons alive or dead is purely coincidental.

The author would like to thank his best friend and love of his life, K; for her many years of patience, love, encouragement and unwavering support. Yours is a love that knows no bounds!

Also, thanks to CambriaRose for your fantastic editing.

And thanks to AVL. For stories so well written they spur mortal men to attempt to emulate them.

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Anna's Punishment and Reward byRoseWilder© Author's note: This is a first for me: It's the first and depending on your comments and reception it also might be the last exclusively heterosexual Story I've written. Please let me know what you think about their relationship or if my Master is too nice to his pet. Thanks in advance, R. W.

Author's note: This is a first for me: It's the first and depending on your comments and reception it also might be the last exclusively heterosexual Story I've written. Please let me know what you think about their relationship or if my Master is too nice to his pet. Thanks in advance, R. W.

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Summary: After more than a week of absence Master returns home for an evening of fun and discipline with his pet.

1. Master Robert's return

Robert Masterton pulled his key-ring out of the left front pocket of his slacks. He weighed it in his hands as if to make sure that it still held all the keys. In reality he did what he had done since the night before: after concluding the business deal that had kept him from his pet for ten days and nights he pictured what awaited him on the other side of the door. Anna, his beloved pet and wife, but foremost his pet, would be on her knees, waiting for him to come home, naked except for her collar, her wrist and ankle cuffs, her knees spread, her head held high but her eyes cast down on the pattern on the antique Persian rug he had brought home from another business trip over a year ago. Her hands would be clasped behind her back. Just as she was supposed to do whenever she returned from work before her Master.

He unlocked the door and grabbed the telescope handle of his carry-all with his right hand. He pushed the door open; the hall was illuminated by the ceiling lights but the Persian carpet with the vivid colors was empty. His cherished wife and beloved pet was nowhere in sight. He pulled the carry-all inside and relocked the door. The only sign of life in the living room came from the flickering of about a dozen church candles, distributed evenly and burning silently. He went deeper into the apartment past the bedroom on one side and the office and playroom on the other, even further in, the door to the laundry room was open and he stopped on the doorjamb. Anna was bent over the washing machine at the other end of the long-stretched room, with her back to him, unaware of his return, seemingly without a care in the world.

Robert cleared his throat. She froze for a moment, closed the lid of the washing machine, pressed the start button, whirled around and crossed the room in her impossibly high heels. She then sank on her knees right in front of his feet. Her movements were fast, sure and graceful and as usual he admired the seeming easiness in which she moved wearing those six and a half inch high instruments of torture. He also saw the big alligator clamps she had put on her nipples; their sharp, pointy teeth would undoubtedly leave bloody, lasting marks on her nipples.

Those clamps, more than her whispered apologies and the fact that though she was bent over his feet she didn't dare touch his shoes with her lips, were a sure sign that she was feeling very bad about something, something more than just not having been in her space on the rug at his return.

"Get up and look at me, Anna, my pet!" His voice was stern and cold; he wanted her to know that she was in deep trouble, but also that he still loved her. "Look at me and tell me what happened, baby-girl!"

Even with her highest heels Anna had to tilt her head back and look up to be able to look into his eyes. Standing at a bit over 5' 1'' on her socks, the heels brought her up to almost 5' 8'' which meant that she still was half a foot shorter than his generous 6' 3'' frame. A former Quaterback of the New York Yankees he had ended his professional career at 26 when his knees had started to give out on him and he had earned enough to live comfortably off the interests for the rest of his life.

He had quickly found out that retirement did not suit him and had gone back to school to work on a masters degree in business administration and software design. He had founded his own firm and after a slow start, he now was the head of an internationally operating IT-firm.

"Do I have to repeat my order, pet?"

"No, Master ,please forgive your unworthy pet. I have no excuse for my failure."

"Tell me about your day, Anna!"

His words and expression didn't betray that what he really wanted to do was to pull her in his arms and forgive her transgressions whatever they may have been, but he knew that he would not act on that impulse. He was not only her loving Husband, he also was her Master and thus the one responsible to make sure that she clearly felt the consequences for having disobeyed his orders.

"I started work at seven and called it a day at three-thirty. When I came home, I took a shower and gave myself an enema as per your orders, Master. The soap solution I used must have been too strong. I had to repeat the cold water rinse-out twice which made me a bit late, but still I felt drained and tired and decided to lay down for a short nap. I set the kitchen chronometer to twenty minutes. But when I woke up I saw that almost two and a half hours had passed and I panicked.

"I knew that I had still most of my chores to do before your return and that the probability of that happening was very low thanks to the two hours I lost sleeping. I'm sorry, Master, please punish me."

"I will, my pet, in time, but first tell me, which of your chores did you do first after you had calmed down and tell me in detail what those chores were."

"I had to do the laundry, clean the master bathroom, dust the playroom and prepare dinner. I started with dinner to make sure that you would not go hungry, Master, then I cleaned the bathroom and dusted the playroom. I hoped that you would be late to also get the laundry done before your return, but that evidently did not work out. I'm sorry that you now have to punish me for my self-indulgence, negligence and disobedience."

"Anna, my pet, don't you think that as your Master it should be up to me to decide for what you will be punished and what that punishment should be?"

"Of course, Master. I did not want to presume. Do with me as you wish."

"I will, my pet. For starters I want to have a closer look at you. Turn around, bent down and pull your buttocks apart."

He switched the corridor lights on and waited for Anna to assume the position. Almost despite himself he admired her perfectly toned thighs, buttocks and calves, a perfection made even more evident by the high heels she was wearing according to his orders.

"Nice visual, pet. And now let's have a more hands-on approach," Robert stepped closer and put his hands on top of hers, pulling her butt cheeks even further apart.

"You can let go now, put your hands in your neck instead," Anna obeyed immediately. He let his hands roam over her buttocks and upper thighs up to her waist. He put his hands around her waist and encircled it completely. This result of months of rigorous corset training always made him smile. He pulled her back against his crotch, tempted to simply let his pants drop and fuck her right here in the corridor on the threshold to the laundry room, but for him exercising self-control was part and parcel of being a good Master. So he didn't, though his cock was fully engorged and straining against his trousers.

He changed his grip and held her with one hand only while his other hand slid down between her butt cheeks, though he was not interested in exploring or inspecting her rear opening. He massaged Anna's perineum and retraced her slit from the back to the front with his index finger. His touch had the lightness of a feather.

As always his touch made her wet even though she was about to be punished. She shuddered and he could tell that she had missed his touch. He pulled her upper body up against his chest, lifted her off the floor and carried her to the living room. Her blue-green eyes were dilated in arousal when he set her down in front of the couch.

"Now, my pet, let's get to with what I initially had planned this evening to start: a sound maintenance spanking. You would have had one today anyway ands you missed three while I was gone; we simply can not let that stand. To make up for that you will get daily maintenance. I count today as your regularly scheduled twice weekly maintenance. Saturday, Sunday and Monday will make up for the ones we missed and then we'll be back to your regular Tuesday and Friday sessions. Get over my lap, my pet."

Anna draped herself over her Master's muscular thighs. She only removed her hands from behind her neck to get in position and then replaced them there.

"Since you still have a punishment for negligence and one for disobedience coming I will go easy on you and use only my bare hand for your maintenance."

"Thank you, Master. You are very kind to this unworthy slave."

"Thank me when your punishments are over and you still think so, pet. Time to get started on your maintenance. Try to relax!" Robert ran his hands over her thighs and buttocks, caressing every square centimeter of her skin as if he needed to rediscover its texture. Instead of relaxing into the touch she broke out in goose pebbles and tensed up, another sign of her arousal. He continued with his ministration until she had really relaxed and then started the spanking without warning or further preamble.

Anna squeaked right after the first spank. It hit both of her cheeks hard enough to let her firm, well toned buttocks jiggle. He allowed her a short break between swats to let it sink in and smiled at her reaction. She moaned softly with each impact, but didn't tense up or kick out. She remained relaxed just as he had known she would. Robert knew her body's reaction to pain better than the back of his own hands. So, he also was not surprised when she started to spread her legs after about a score of swats. When his internal tally had reached thirty he paused the spanking and resumed his caresses.

"You know, my pet, as a conscientious Master I should now lecture you on your failings and tell you how disappointed I am about your negligence and disobedience and that I expect better from my precious, well trained pet. I should tell you that those transgression deserve especially hard punishments and a lot of other things, but you know that already. You know that you will be punished in a way I deem appropriate when I decide that the time for punishment has come. It's time for the next part of your maintenance session. Are you ready, my pet?"

Anna knew that it had only been a rhetorical question. She knew she would receive exactly the number of spanks he intended to give her, regardless if she was ready or not. She could stop the session by using her safe word but she knew that she would not need it. So, she nodded in answer to his rhetorical question and he resumed the spanking.

Anna's butt cheeks had already turned into an enticing shade of pink and now Master Robert worked on reddening them further and he changed tactics. The individual spanks became harder and he only aimed at one buttock at a time. He also reduced the intervals between the swats and he alternated sides after three spanks. Anna had no idea how many times his palm had landed on her increasingly hot flesh by the time he once again switched to caresses. The third set of spanks was even longer and harder than the second and she had long stopped trying to hold back her tears. Finally he said, "We're done with your maintenance for today, Anna, my pet. Get off my lap and on your knees you'll receive your punishment for disobedience in the playroom."

Anna slid off her Master's lap, tears still running down her face; she kissed his hands and started to stand up, Master Robert put a hand on her shoulder and held her down.



2. Punished for disobedience

"Oh no, young lady, as part of your punishment for negligence the only way you will move in this apartment is on your hands and knees, until I tell you otherwise."

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master. I apologize for my actions and presumptions."

"Come, my pet."

Master Robert led the way to the back of the house and their play room, aka dungeon. It was hard for her to keep up with his long strides. The nipple clamps still bit her hard buds and the chain connecting them tingled softly. The play room had no windows and was equipped with overhead ´lights that could be dimmed. Robert ordered her to lie on her back in the middle of the room and she hurried to obey. She kept her feet shoulder wide apart and was about to stretch her hands over her head when her Master stopped her.

"No, my pet, stretch your arms to the side, at a 90° angle from your body. Close your eyes while I prepare you for your punishment."

She didn't even consider not to obey. He bent down and fastened two chains to the rings at her ankle cuffs. He then fastened a third and fourth chain to the rings on her wrist cuffs and then activated the wedge-shaped self-inflating mattress on which she was lying. When it was full her hips were at the approximate height of the seat of a chair while her head and shoulders still rested on the floor.

Even as tall a man as Master Robert was he had to stretch on his tiptoes to reach the keypad mounted high on the wall. The chains fastened to Anna's wrist cuffs retracted and stretched her arms to their full length, exerting constant, but not painful pressure on her joints. She knew from experience that this was only the first step in her preparation. The positioning of her legs was next on her Master's agenda. Robert walked closer to the door and started to enter numbers on another keypad much lower on the wall. The chains attached to her ankle cuffs began to pull at her legs. They simultaneously stretched them, raised them up and spread them, just past the point she still would have considered reasonably comfortable but not far enough to cause her real discomfort.

Robert walked over to the sink. She heard the water running but with her eyes closed she could only guess at what her Master was doing. About a minute or two later she knew it for a fact. He had wetted a washcloth and used it to clean her nether region. That done, he patted her dry with a fluffy towel.

"Open your eyes, my pet. I do not want you to miss out on even a small part of your punishment."

She obeyed and smiled up at her Master. Robert walked over to the wall facing the door; it held most of their disciplinarian implements. He removed a custom made flogger from its hook and returned to Anna. He loomed over her spread legs and raised the flogger he had selected. It had two to three dozen leather strands with tiny wooden beads woven into the tip of every strand and a riding crop without the leather loop at the end.

The crop added a memorable extra sting to every stroke. He let it fly and struck her right thigh, hard enough to leave a slight mark but not hard enough to bring her to tears; that was for later. He repeated the stroke twice and then changed sides and aimed at the left thigh, alo three times. The next three strokes hit her nether lips and clit.

Anna cried out and moaned. Master Robert knew his pet well enough to be aware that she was hovering on the threshold between pleasure and pain. He would tip the scales first to pain and then lead her back to pleasure, not all the way over the edge, but close enough to drive her to distraction; after all this was supposed to be a punishment. He steadily increased the strength of his lashes and by the end of the third set of nine lashes each Anna was openly crying and writhing under the flogger as far as her restraints allowed.

Robert knew that she no longer felt the individual strokes, Her legs, thighs and sex were uniformly screaming with pain and her earlier arousal was gone completely but she was equally far away from slipping into subspace, The next set of nine lashes was less hard than his first stroke had been. He knew she longed to speak up.

"Can it, my pet. We're not done yet, far from it. I know you hurt, but you deserve the punishment, right, sweetie?"

"Yes, Master, I deserve to be punished as you deem fit," Anna answered between sobs and with tears running down her face.

"Tell me if you need me to stop for a while. Use your guard word if you have to."

"I deserve the punishment, Master. I will take what I have coming," Anna was still crying but as often before her attitude did not fail to impress him.

"You're very brave, my pet, but to see your punishment for disobedience through you'll have to take two more sets. The first will be the hardest so far, compared to which the last one will feel like love taps only, I decided to show you some leniencym despite everything. Are you ready, my pet?"

"As ready as I'll ever be, Master."

"Then lets get this over with," He raised the flogger again and the sound it made when it sliced through the air let her know that he had not exaggerated when he had told her that the next nine strokes would be the hardest yet. She promised herself that she would be brave and not cry out, but the pain was too much to take it silently.

Anna cried out, fresh tears filled her eyes. She desperately wanted to use the guard word. She knew it would stop the punishment at least for a while. Her Master would graciously give her the time she needed to calm down and would care for the welts and bruises, but then he would see the rest of it through without easing her into it first. Ultimately, taking a respite would only make it harder to take in the end.

So, Anna held her tongue except for crying out in pain. After the ninth stroke the took the flogger in his right hand, bent down and started to caress the inside of her thighs with his left. His touch was extremely gentle. He suppressed a smile when he felt his pet relax slowly. Her eyes were wide open and filled with tears, but he doubted that she saw much beyond the tip of her nose. His ministrations were not limited to the insides of her thighs.

Master Robert let his fingertips also slide over the back of her thighs, up to her knees. He patted her sex and the lower part of her buttocks he had thoroughly reddened during the maintenance spanking earlier. He also let his hand roam along her slim waist but did not come close to her clitoris. He knew her thighs and buttocks and sex were burning in pain, but her despite that slowly rising arousal told him that his plan was working exactly as he had planned. He would bring her to the edge of orgasm and then deny her release.

And after having already been denied the whole time of his absence it would not take more than his simple teasing caresses to get her to that point. She tried to push herself towards his touch; he saw the wetness slowly dripping from her center. Robert smiled and stopped his ministrations. She was exactly where he wanted her to be. She was ready.

"Now, my pet. It's time for the last set of your punishment. I just told you that I would take it easy on you with that last set, but I changed my mind, as is my prerogative as your Master. The strokes to your thighs will still be relatively light, The strokes on your labia and clit, however, I will make count. You will feel them for a few days. Everything else would be a waste. And we can't have that, can we, my pet?"

"No, Master, I deserve it. Maybe you should make the strokes to my thighs extra hard as well. It would only be fair, Master."

"Yes, my pet, it would. Though some people might say that your failure to do your chores and wait for me in your spot was only a minor transgression. Do you agree, Anna?"

"No, Master I do not agree with those people. We both know better. The mere fact that I fell asleep for almost two hours longer than I had planned is not a slight oversight or a minor transgression. It was a symptom of the sad truth that my mind was not where it should have been, on my chores and my duty to you, to my Master. If I had been focused solely on that, I would not have overslept. My subconscious would have kept me centered on what really counts; my service to you, Master. It was a failure to serve you and as such it was more than fair, Master."

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Bound to Happen Again byStorm62©

Continuation of 'Bound To Happen'

The first person Clara and I told about us had been my mother. She was a bit shocked at first, but after an hour or so of maternal cross-examination and about twenty minutes alone with Clara, she just accepted it: We were in love and that was good enough for her. The two of us then tried to tell Clara's mom but that didn't go as well. In fact it was a disaster. Clara's mom told her that she didn't have a daughter since she'd left her, and so Clara could do what she liked, her mother didn't care. This left Clara in tears for an hour or more and not her normal self for over a week. Although it was Clara who'd left it was still a horrible thing for a young woman to hear herself disowned by a parent. I didn't know what to say to Clara so in the end all I could do was try to be there for her. Eventually, after some parental advice of my own, I told her that the only thing she could do was wait and see. Maybe things would change and her mother would see that she hadn't been abandoned, but there was nothing she could do until then. Clara had hugged me and kissed me, telling me that as long as she had me she'd be fine. I hoped I wasn't going to disappoint her. All in all it was an early trial in our relationship.

Clara still had me tie her up on occasion but was more interested in making love as often as possible, in as many different ways as possible. If I was a rich man I'd say she was trying to fuck me to death, but I'm not so it must be something else. The past couple of weeks however have seen us returning more to our old routine. I know she's planning something again, I just don't know what.

"Dave, why do you never photograph me when I'm tied up?" The question came out of the blue one Saturday afternoon. It flummoxed me for a moment.

"Um, well, um." I mumbled.

"You took those other pictures, the ones I saw." There was an earnest look in Clara's eyes.

"Yes, yes I did." She had a point. " I suppose I never thought about it. Why do you ask?"

"I'd quite like to see what I look like all tied up to be honest." She still looked serious.

"I don't have the Polaroid anymore." I shrugged. "Sorry."

"But you have got a digital camera, I've seen it. You take it on trips out."

"Yes, I do have a camera," I conceded, "but I'm not sure how much charge is in the battery." It sounded like a weak excuse even to my ears.

"There'll be enough I'm sure."

"For what?"

"What do you think? Come on!" Clara gave me her most dazzlingly wicked smile, jumped up, and scampered off to the bedroom.

Realising what she intended I moodily found my camera out. It was no great surprise to find the battery fully charged when I switched it on; Clara no doubt. I paused, unsure I should even be considering this. It was a feeling of déjà vu. Clara had the knack of finding the right switches, and flipping them. I sighed, and then another thought struck me; it might be nice to have some pictures of Clara, even if they weren't ones I could show around. I followed her.

Clara was laying out quite a few ropes on the bed. I raised an eyebrow quizzically.

"I thought we could go the whole hog. You know, the tortoise criss-cross thing, arms and legs, a crotch rope."

I winced slightly at the last one: I still had reservations about tying a crotch rope on Clara.

"You sure?" I asked quietly.

"Oh yes. Lots of rope all over." She grinned.

"Okay." I surrendered as usual. "What are you going to wear?"

"Nothing but the rope!" Her grin widened.

"Including a crotch rope?"

"Why not?" Clara had already begun to strip and was half naked by now.

"You should at least keep your knickers on." I said but without much hope she'd agree.

"Much too boring." She said, slipping out of the last of her underwear.

"All right, we'll do it your way." I said and lifted up the camera. "How about a few 'before' shots?"

"Good idea!" She made a few poses and I took photographs of her. I laid the camera down and picked up a long piece of rope.

After half an hour of careful knotting I had Clara in a decent tortoiseshell including, at her instigation, a knot on the crotch rope that would rub on her clit. Her arms were tied wrist to elbow behind her back and her upper arms were bound to her upper torso. I stepped back and picked up the camera again.

"You're not finished yet are you?" Clara asked. "I mean, there are still some ropes left."

"I know that. I just want some shots of you like this." I gave a wicked grin of my own. "Before I get the gag and blindfold."

"Oh! Just checking." The grin was still there, but a little uncertain for once.

I snapped a few more pictures; front, rear, side on, before I picked up the well-used blindfold and the not-so well-used gag.

"Open up." I ordered. Clara obediently opened her mouth and I buckled the gag tightly into place. I walked in front and looked at her. We had rarely used both gag and blindfold and I was a bit concerned I might be going to far. Clara's brightly shining eyes told me I needn't have worried. Despite her apparent uncertainty she was up for this. I tied the blindfold in place and then I started to tie her legs together; above and below the knee and at the ankles. A few more pictures followed with Clara quite still, unable to move and then I was ready for the final phase.

"Clara, I'm going to lie you face down on the bed." I told her. She nodded that she understood so I helped her to the bed and laid her down carefully. She immediately began to wriggle against the knot in the crotch rope. I gave her a sharp rap on the rump. "Don't be so impatient, I haven't finished yet."

I took one last piece of rope and tied it to her ankles. I pulled her legs up until her heels were resting on her butt and then tied the rope off around her folded arms. The first time I'd tried anything like this I'd been a little concerned and had left her a fair bit of slack in the rope. Since then I'd realised how supple Clara was and in consequence tied the rope much tighter. I picked up the camera and took some more shots.

"All right Clara, I'm done; you can wriggle as much as you like." I told her.

She began to grind her hips into the bed, pushing the knot on the crotch rope against her clit. She gave a moan into the gag. I took some more pictures, moving around to get some different angles.

In Clara's already heightened state of arousal it didn't take more than a couple of minutes of wriggling and grinding before she shook in an orgasm. She lay there panting hard as I undid her gag, kissing her on her drool-covered lips.

"I said that crotch rope would be too much." I whispered in her ear.

"Rubbish." She wheezed. "It was. Exactly. Right."

"If you say so." I laughed. "Still, I'm going to have to take it, and a couple of other ropes off."

"Why?" Clara demanded.

"Because, my horny little lover, I want to fuck you and those ropes are in the way." I kissed her again.

"In that case, carry on. I like your idea." She gave a smile.

Working quickly, I untied all the ropes around her legs and removed the crotch rope that I'd deliberately left separate from the tortoiseshell. Clara gave a sad little moan as I eased the rope now soaked with her juices out of her slit. She got herself into a sitting position, her arms still bound behind her back, the blindfold still covering her eyes. While she did this I was taking off my clothes. Stripped off, I sat on the bed beside her.

"Am I going to need to get you hard?" Clara asked.

"After tying you up and then watching you squirm around like that? No!" I chuckled.

"On my back or on my knees?" She said.

"What?" I replied, confused by the question.

"Which way round do you want me?" She said patiently.

"Actually I thought I might let you do all the work."

"What?" Now it was Clara's turn to be confused.

"I was going to lie back and let you be on top."

"Different. But you'll have to guide me." She was grinning again.

She put her knees either side of my stomach with a little directing from me. "Are you putting on weight?" I asked jokily. Clara's answer was to raise herself slightly, and then plonk herself down heavily on my tummy. "Oooof. Missed!" I gasped, winded. She slid herself backwards until she felt my erection touch her ass.

"You're gonna have to slot it in for me lover," she said, "I can't do it myself." She raised herself up again.

Silently I reached down to my cock. I rubbed the head between the cheeks of her ass and then along the folds of flesh that were her pussy lips. Clara gave a sigh of satisfaction as she sank down on my rampant dick, engulfing it with her sweet snatch. She began to move up and down, slowly at first, but quickening her pace a little at a time. I thrust my hips up to meet her coming down. Clara was soon bouncing up and down on my cock rapidly, chanting 'yes, yes'. With a shudder she stopped as her orgasm hit her. It was one of her more massive ones. She collapsed forward onto my chest, her pussy still clenching my member.

"Sorry." She gasped. "I haven't. Got you. Off."

I could feel her rock-hard nipples on my chest, moving as she gulped down air.

"You haven't got me off YET." I smiled, removing the blindfold. She looked up as I uncovered her eyes and I could see the excitement in them: There was more than a hint of love as well. "Switch around and we can 'sixty-nine'." I said, brushing some strands of hair from her face.

"Be easier if I could use my hands." She suggested. I nodded. Clara lifted off me and I sat up. I had tied her arms somewhat complicatedly and it took me a few minutes to release them. Clara sat patiently while I did so. I could see her looking down at her breasts. "I wonder what it's like to have a needle through a nipple." She said.

"Wonder away, but I'm not going to stick any needle in you anywhere." I told her.

"I could get..." She started to say.

"And that's not going to work this time either." I interrupted.

"But..."

"NO! I know you could get someone else to do it, you could even do it yourself, but you won't."

"Spoilsport." She stuck her tongue out.

"Harlot." I said without meaning it. "There, done."

Clara rubbed her arms a little.

"You are so, so unreasonable."

"I'm unreasonable? Ten years ago you were demanding ice cream, and now you want me to stick pins into your tits. And I'm being unreasonable?" I must have sounded angry, which I wasn't really, because Clara brought her hands up to my face and kissed me softly.

"Sorry." She apologised. "I just get these fancies and..."

"I know." I kissed her back. "You're a kinky little madam who's got used to getting her own way. That's my fault for letting you get away with it. Truce?"

"Truce." She grinned. "Now I believe I was about to suck your cock." She sank her head into my lap, wrapping her mouth around my still hard tool.

"Hey! I was going to get a taste of your sweet little cunt." I protested, lying back.

Without taking her mouth from my dick Clara swung a leg over my body, positioning her knees either side of my head. I looked up and could see her shaven honey-pot glistening with her juices. I needed no second invitation and raised my head, my hands on Clara's back, poking out my tongue and lapping at the sweet nectar on the lips of her cunt. Clara was bobbing her head along my shaft, and I felt my cockhead occasionally rubbing against the back of her throat; she had finally managed to deep throat me. That would please her. I slipped my tongue into her pussy, probing as deep as I could. I shifted my hands so that I could tease her puckered asshole with my fingers at the same time. Clara's oral ministrations were having the desired effect; I was soon close to cumming. My cock hit the back of her throat again and set me off. My spunk spurted out in huge streams, straight into Clara's throat and mouth. True to her usual form she managed to swallow most of it. I laid back and Clara rolled off me. She switched the way she was facing and cuddled up to me. I could feel the rope still wound around her body rubbing against me.

"Good grief lover, that was a lot of cum." She smiled.

"From your first deep throat as well." I smiled back. "Want me to take the rest of the ropes off?" I asked.

"Can I leave them on overnight?"

"If you want." I shrugged. "You might want to take a shower though."

"With the ropes still on?"

"If you want. It won't hurt."

"What about you?"

"I'll shower after you're done. I want to download the pictures first."

"I'm looking forward to seeing them."

"I bet you are."

Clara disappeared off to the bathroom. As I downloaded the pictures from the camera I wondered whether they were just a whim thing, or did Clara have some deeper plan? Still, I had to admit it had been fun, as most of her ideas were.

It was a couple of days later.

"Dave, my lover," Clara grinned, saying the words with relish.

"Yes?" I looked up.

"Can Felicity sleep over Friday and Saturday? You said you'd take us out Saturday and it'll be easier if she's already here." She said this straight-faced but I got the idea another plan was being hatched. Felicity was Clara's best friend.

"Where would she sleep?" I asked.

"My old bed."

"Won't that mean moving certain items? You know, the ropes and cuffs?"

"I don't need to hide them if that's what you mean. Fliss is my oldest friend and I tell her everything."

"Everything?"

"Everything about us I mean. So she knows I asked you to tie me up."

I raised an eyebrow and Clara giggled.

"She's not going to be wanting similar treatment is she?" I asked suspiciously.

"You never know your luck." Clara laughed impishly.

"Seriously Clara, it might be embarrassing."

"You aren't embarrassed with me."

"Not now, no; but I was at the start."

"Oh lover, you worry to much. I'm only asking if Fliss can sleep over a couple of nights. It'll be fun."

"For you and her no doubt." I sighed. "Oh all right. I can always go out to the pub I suppose."

"Great! I'll tell her to bring the wine."

Late Friday afternoon after we'd both finished work Clara and I went to pick up Felicity from her home. She and Clara began chattering away almost immediately, off in a world of their own. Although I understood all the words, I had no idea what they were talking about; it was the language of a younger generation and a female one at that. After a bite to eat I thought I'd leave the two of them alone for a couple of hours and went to the local for a beer. Unfortunately I got bored really quickly and left much earlier than I'd told the girls, reasoning I might as well be bored at home listening to them rather than amongst strangers.

As I entered the flat I sensed something was out of kilter, like I'd broken in on some secret plan by coming back early. I greeted the girls and passed on into the bedroom to remove my shoes and jacket. Clara looked guilty about something and Felicity seemed to be staring at me with astonished wonder but I shrugged it off as imagination. For a while. Standing back up after taking my shoes off I noticed that the computer was on and I had a sudden inkling about what I'd interrupted. The screensaver hadn't come on and I could see that there was a file open but minimized. I opened it up and I found out I was right; it was the file that held all the pictures I'd taken the previous week. Clara had obviously been showing them to her friend and at my premature return had hurriedly minimized it instead of closing it. I closed the PC down, deciding not to rush out and make accusations. I would have a private word in Clara's ear when we were alone. I did wonder if the pictures and Felicity staying overnight were connected, but couldn't see how. And I hoped the poor girl wasn't, how did they put it, 'grossed out' by seeing the photographs.

I went back to the front room and sat down. The two girls had been whispering when I came in but stopped as I sat.

"Err, you're back early." Clara said.

"Nothing happening at the pub. Thought I might as well be bored at home." I told her.

"Oh." She seemed surprised. "We were going to watch a film."

"Carry on. If I don't like it I can read."

"Oh. Okay. Which film then Fliss?" Clara was definitely slightly put out. I smiled inwardly; for once I wasn't playing the game her way.

Felicity moved a little nervously and picked up a DVD from a small pile.

"I think I'd like to watch this one." She sounded a little nervous too. I hoped she wasn't getting caught up in something against her will, that wouldn't be right.

The evening passed peacefully. The two girls began to chatter again, picking faults with the actress's attire and generally being themselves again. I just watched the film for a while and then picked up a book when I realised I wasn't really interested. They put on a second film but I went to bed before it ended. About three quarters of an hour later Clara and Felicity turned off the TV and retired for the night. They said goodnight outside the bedroom door. I waited until Clara had slipped into bed beside me before I spoke.

"Why did you show her the pictures sweetie?" I asked quietly.

"How did you know?"

"Because you forgot to turn the computer off: So, tell me, why?"

"Because she asked." There was a shrug in her voice. "And I quite like how I look in most of them."

"But Clara..."

"She's interested lover, so I'm trying to help her, okay?"

"She seemed embarrassed."

"Only because you nearly caught us. She was fine until we heard you coming back."

"So I need to be stealthier then." I laughed. I wasn't totally happy with what she'd done, but she was doing it out of friendship, which covered a lot. I let it go. "I thought we could have lunch down by the river tomorrow."

"Sounds nice." There was still a hint of disbelief in Clara's voice, as if she had a careful plan that I wasn't sticking to.

"See you tomorrow." I said, kissing the slight frown on her forehead.

The next morning no one mentioned the events of the previous evening; Felicity and Clara chattered about what they were thinking of buying later on; I just drank my morning coffee and let their enthusiasm wash over me. On the drive out their discussion evolved into gossip about their friends, which was a bit more interesting to me although I did have a few problems matching some of the names to faces. We parked the car and headed for the high street. I had thought I knew what I was letting myself in for when I suggested this trip, but I was wrong. So wrong.

It didn't take long for me to become bored of hanging around in clothes shops (sorry, boutiques.) and then they headed for a lingerie store. I flatly refused to go in with them, saying that loitering outside a changing room was bad enough but there was no way I was waiting in a shop full of knickers, and sexy knickers at that. They giggled and left me outside. I did that a couple of more times, passing the time by watching people walk past me.

We were making our way back to the car to drop off the girl's purchases before making our way to the riverside café for lunch, Clara and Felicity walking in front of me. For no reason other than I had been watching people half the morning I let myself become mesmerised by the motion of their asses as they walked. Two pairs of buttocks moving up and down, the curves clearly defined by the tight jeans they were wearing. I looked up as I heard Felicity snigger. She and Clara were both looking over their shoulders at me in some amusement.

"Like what you see?" Clara asked laughing and waggling her butt.

"What's not to like?" I replied, reddening a little at being caught staring.

Felicity whispered something to Clara who laughed again.

"What was that?" I asked.

"Fliss thinks you're trying to work out which knickers we're wearing." She grinned.

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A Stroll to the Park byTheNaughtyWife©

"Hey love, I'm goin' for a walk, want to come with?" I shout from the base of the stairs.

"Um, yeah give me sec to change my pants. I'll be right there." Johnny shouted from our bedroom.

"Sounds good. I'll grab some water for you and meet you outside." I quickly grab two bottles of water, and make sure that I have my travel sized bottle of lube. We had teased each other so many times about having sex in the park that I want to see if I can finally make it happen. Johnny is a huge exhibitionist and I know it would make his day to fuck me on a table top for all to see. I am wearing a tight pair of exercise pants and top, with nothing else underneath hoping this would grab his attention and get his mind wandering.

"You ready to walk and roll?" Johnny loved to be silly and try to get a rise out of me. He called it being punny. I roll my eyes, making sure there is an extra bounce in my step tonight and begin to walk at a brisk pace.

"Ha-ha, very punny. Let's go, more walking and less comic relief mister."

"Okay Misses." He snickered back at me. We don't usually walk at the same pace and I am almost always a decent ways away from him. But tonight I make sure to hang back and give him an excellent view on my curvy ass and long legs. The bounce in my step makes my pony tail swish back and forth, something that I know gets him going. He will routinely wrap my pony tail around his large hands and give it a good tug during sex.

"Walking a little slower tonight aren't you love? And where is your Mp3 player? You never walk without it." Shit! He can't figure this out or suspect anything, it will ruin my plans.

"Oh, uh... the Mp3 playing didn't have a charge and I just want a light walk for today, nothing too strenuous." Hopefully he bought my bullshit. We were almost to the park and then I can play the tired card and sit on the table, make some crap up about enjoying the night. Maybe I'll spread my long legs out a little and lean back in a sexy, inviting manner on the table.

As we continue to walk I can feel his gaze staring a hole in my ass. Occasionally I look over my shoulder and give him a teasing, flirting little look and bounce off. Making sure my ass makes a sexy little jiggle. I needed him to be in the mood in just a short while. This wasn't too difficult to achieve, it seems that almost anything that I do makes his cock throb and swell. I love his cock, especially his thick head; when it swells to full potential the soft mushroom turns a light shade of purple, and gets really warm. The smell of his cock is intoxicating, and the taste is amazing, it's hard to describe but I love it.

As we round the corner to the park there are few people over by the play equipment, and the table that is closest to them is empty, the street lamp casts a soft glow over the table, perfect for what I have in mind. I veer off the path and head for the table. "Making a new route tonight for us?" I can hear the confusion in his voice and I know my plan is working.

"It is such a nice night out tonight, and the kids aren't home, so there is no real rush is there?" I reach the table and slide back onto it, spreading my legs just a bit, enough to give him a little view of camel toe through my tight pants. I know he notices the no underwear, and I knew he would, he can never help himself!

I motion for him to come to me. As he draws nearer to the table I reach for him, pulling him into me. Wrapping myself around him I bury my face into his chest, breathing in his smell. Johnny has a musky smell to him that melts me every time. As I breathe him in, my head becomes light and my eyes roll back into my head. His strong hands rub my bare shoulders, causing goose bumps to riddle my spine. I kiss his chest and slowly work my way up to his pulsating neck. Gently placing kisses on his neck, just above his collar bone, his skin is soft and kissed with little beads of sweat, I can smell the faint fragrance of his cologne, Stetson Aspen, a sweet musky smell that makes me yearn for him. I reach his jawline, and his mouth is next to my ear.

He whispers softly into my ear. "What did you have in mind when we set out tonight? We are playing a dangerous game here. You know how much you are teasing me right now, don't you?"

"I am not trying to tease you love. I want you to take me." I moan into his ear as he works his kisses down to the sweet spot on my neck.

"Then we better head home so I can take care of you properly".

"No! Here, now! I don't want to wait, I can't." My voice sounding desperate.

"You're kidding me. Here, now?"

"Yes, if you want to. I need you. I need to hold your thick, pulsating cock in my hands, feel you fill me with your girth."

Johnny moves his hands down to my waistline, and I can feel his hands grasp my shirt. I raise my arms over my head, he lifts my shirt, and my large, soft breasts are finally free. A cool breeze picked up and instantly my small nipples are perky and hard. They begin to ach and yearn for his gentle but assertive touch. He throws my shirt to the floor and brings his hands right to my breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze, and then rolls my nipples between his fingers making them even more sensitive.

"Is this what you want my love, for me to take you here, in front of everyone? Just say the word and it is done."

"Yes. I am yours, and I will do whatever you want me to baby." I move my hands to his pants and fumble with his belt buckle, I can hardly believe what I am doing. We have had sex in the spa of an apartment complex before, but never anything this exposed, no one was even in the area. Even the time that we fucked in the pool with people around us, no one could tell.

"Whatever I want?"

"Yes"

"Suck my dick, here, now! Take it into that sweet little mouth of yours so that I can feel your tongue roll over my head and then down my shaft." There is a little growl to his voice, so commanding! I have no choice but to obey.

"Yes my love. I will do anything for you." I finally get his cock free from his pants, it springs out at me ready for me to play with. I lean in to take him into my mouth, and his hands are on my head, gently forcing me down on him. I resist a little...

"Now! Take me in your mouth! You started this, so now you will obey my every whim, you are mine to command. Now suck my dick, like a good little girl"

"Yes, my love, anything for you." I open my mouth as wide as I can, and he thrusts his cock deep into my mouth. I gag a little, but he pushes right past my resistance. It is clear to me that he is going to take full of advantage of the evening.

"That's my good little girl, take my cock deep into your pretty little mouth. Look at me while you suck. Show me those beautiful green eyes. Open wide so I can fuck your face."

He is so demanding and all I want to do is please him. I open as wide as I can and he starts to pump my face even harder with his thick cock. He grabs my head with both hands and keeps me still, he is about to cum in my mouth, I can tell by the look on his face; he has a determined look and his eyes start to roll back into his head. He looks down at me and smiles, his thick dick swells to its max in my mouth, and then it hits me, like a salty wave hitting the back of my throat. I close my lips around his dick and I begin to milk him dry, with every pulse of his dick I stroke him with my tongue, making sure I get every last drop.

I hold a little of his cum in my mouth and come up to kiss him. Gently holding my face he takes me in and kisses me deeply, making my insides stir, my pussy grows wet, and my clit is swelling in anticipation. I look around and see that there are a few people looking our direction, I can see them in the shadows moving closer to us.

"You can watch, but you cannot touch." He warns them.

They sit on the benches around the table, watching as he leans me back on the table. One of the men folds my shirt and offers it as a pillow, Johnny nods with approval, and he slips in under my head, I lay back and settle in. He grasps the waist band of my now soaking wet pants, and peals them off of me exposing my smooth, wet pussy for everyone to see. I can feel my juices dripping from my pussy, and then heaven; my husband's warm breath is right on my clit. My clits swells even more in anticipation and protrudes from its hood for him to ravish.

"Let me show you how this is done gentlemen. She will scream and wriggle, and if we are lucky she will squirt, soaking everything in her path." His tongue teases my swollen lips, just barely touching me.

"Oh...please don't tease me Johnny. Eat me, lick me, anything but tease me." I can barely utter the words as he tickles my smooth skin with the tip of his tongue.

"When I am ready to let you have it I will woman! You have teased me for months about this. Now, it is my turn, and you are mine to toy with." He snarls from my pussy.

I lay there in silence, the yellow light from the street lamp casts a soft glow across my pale skin. I can feel the breath of the four strangers on my skin. They obey his command not to touch me, but I can tell they are leaning in as close as he will let them, so close that I can smell one of the men's cologne, Paul Sebastian; it is an unmistakable fragrance, the scent of soft woods mixed with musk and sweet florals. I close my eyes and imagine they are touching my breasts, and running their hands on my body.

I want to grab Johnny's head and thrust my pussy in his face but I know better; especially when he is in this type of mood. I dare not. I am going crazy with his incessant teasing and then sweet relief; he takes my clit deep in his mouth and rolls his tongue over it, nibbling, sucking, and making me squirm on the table.

"Yes, that's it. Make me cum baby. I want you. Fuck my pussy with your tongue. Drink my juices and suck me 'til I cum. I want to squirt for you tonight, soaking your face so that I can kiss my juice from your goatee..."

One finger, then two, as his aggressive tongue whips my clit. He finger fucks me like no other man has, or ever will. Then he moves in for the third, and I know what he is doing. I moan as his three thick fingers pound my wet pussy. I can feel the burning inside rising, as he jams his fingers deeper he slips his pinky in and moves his thumb to my clit and begins to rub while practically fisting me.

"Do you like this? Does this get you off, them watching you while I fuck you like this?"

"Yes."

"Do you want more?" I can tell that he really isn't looking for an answer, he is going to give me more whether I want it or not. Did I tease him too much? He seems almost angry, but, maybe this is just an act to get me really going...

I whimper in response, he jams his fingers as far as they will go, I scream in pain.

"It's coming, I can feel it. Johnny... yes... yes... almost there... lick my clit and make me squirt all over you."

Johnny's head falls into pussy once more, determined more so then ever to make me cum. He takes all but one finger out of my pussy and begins to work his magic. Whatever it is that he does works, within seconds my legs are wrapped around him, my hands holding his head, I whimper and moan deeply as I buck my pussy against his face. I can feel his goatee rubbing against my soft lips, his tongue works in feverish circles around my clit, while his finger massages that one little spot that drives me wild.

"Yes, oh my sweet Johnny... baby, that's it. YES. FUCK. ME." I scream into the night.

And then it comes, intense heat washes over me, and I am paralyzed with ecstasy. I squirt in huge waves on his face. I hear moaning coming from all around me, I can feel Johnny moan into my pussy and I drench him; his tongue is lapping up what he can of my cum. I can feel the second wave come over me and I tap Johnny on the shoulder, our signal for me getting ready to drench everything. He doesn't stop, instead he increases his efforts. If thumb working my clit while is tongue works my pussy. I don't even had time to warn him, I release a steady stream of cum all over the place. My legs quiver and my entire body begins to shake. I arc my back and am frozen in that position. He releases me from my intense orgasm and I collapse on the table. I know that I only have a few moments rest, I have drained him once already, my orgasms make his erect again, and he has had time to recharge.

"You screamed like a little slut for a bunch of horny men, now I am going to make you moan like one. You two, scoot her back and hold her down."

Before I know it I am being held down by the two men at my head, and Johnny is on top of me. My Juices dripping onto my face from his goatee.

"You two, hold her legs up and apart so I can fuck her better!" He is barking orders and I know he is not acting now.

"Johnny be gentle. You know how I..." He cuts me off mid-sentence.

"Be gentle, not a chance, you're going to get it. I am going to fuck you 'til you can't walk straight! You said anything I want, remember?"

I can feel the tip of his dick at my pussy, and without any warning he slams into me. I gasp with a mix of pleasure and pain. He settles into me and begins his assault on my wet, wanting pussy. Although I am not sure this is the want that I had in mind when I set out on this little adventure tonight. And yet, there is something about it that is appealing to me. I put a bit of a struggle for the men holding me, just to add a little excitement for them. I didn't expect him not to let others join in.

"Is this what you wanted? Being treated like a little whore? Or did you expect me to make sweet love to you?"

"I...I..." I stammer to find the words, but nothing comes to my mind. He kisses me hard, probing my mouth with is tongue, I can taste my cum on his lips.

He releases me from the kiss and I reply, "Fuck me harder, make me your little bitch, make me cum on you thick dick! I want to squirt all over your balls."

I can feel his balls slapping against my ass. They are large and hand low when he is hard, right up until he cums, they get tight right before he cums, and then relax again when he releases his load. And with that he pounds into me, our bodies slapping together, loudly.

"As you wish" is all he said, and with that he got to work on making me cum.

I can feel him swell inside me, and he is so deep that the tip of his dick is ramming into my cervix. Just the way I like it. I can feel the heat washing over me again, my signal that I am close to climax.

"Johnny, fuck me! Fuck me harder. I'm almost there. That's it baby, take your slutty little wife. Show these men how a real man fucks his woman!"

"Like my dick in your pussy?"

"Yes."

"Take it! I love to fuck you like this. I'm going to fuck you so hard you ach for days to come. You going to cum for me?"

"Yes my love."

"Then do it! Cum with me!"

And with that he starts fucking me and driving into me with a passion that I have not seen from him. He wraps his hand around my throat and starts to lightly choke me, something that always gets me off. His face gets serious and eyes look determined. Our rhythm is now matched perfectly. My long nails dig into his skin, scratching down his back. He arches his back as I scratch him, pushing into me further. I start to whimper as my orgasm rises. My whimpers turn to moans, and before I know it I am screaming, I am squirting all over everything. He gives me a couple good slams and then he cums. I can feel his cum splashing all over my insides. He fucks me through our orgasms, something he rarely does. I am still screaming so he leans forward and muffles my screams with a tender kiss.

The men release me and walk away, leaving the two of us to ride out the last of our orgasms wrapped in each other's arms. Johnny looks down at me, and I can tell he has returned to me, the gentle, loving man that I married.

"Was that good for you?" I ask.

"What do you think?"

"Did you enjoy your time with my mouth?"

"Of course, but you better stop talking about it. He is liable to get hard again, and I would have to take care of you all over again!"

He kisses me deeply, but gently this time. His cock pulses in my drenched pussy a few more times as I squeeze my muscles around him.

"Take me home and I will finish your night well my love. I will give you some personal attention that I only I can give you." I kiss his soft lips and gently ease off of his semi-hard dick. Warm juices flow from my pussy, he kisses down my body, taking the time to like me clean, I moan in pleasure. The night is far from over.

"Let's finish this at home my lover." I whisper gently.

"As you wish..."

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Across the Ages: Book One Ch. 01 byMissLanae©

"You wanted to see me, Father?" Rene asked as she respectfully inclined her head.

"Yes, I did my daughter," he began. "I have had many days to consider the dilemma that I stand faced with..." He paused. The look on his face told her she was not going to like his decision.

"And?" She prodded him, holding her head a little higher as she braced herself for his answer.

"And I have spoken with the king of Spain. You will-"

"No!" She interrupted. "No, please Father! Do not send me away! I have done noth-"

"Hold your tongue!" He scolded, his voice echoing throughout the chamber. "You will not raise your voice at me, child. I will not have this preposterousness. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Father," she answered quietly as she lowered her head. She appeared subdued, but there was a furious storm raging within her.

"As I was saying," he continued, leaning back in his ornate chair, "I have arranged for you to marry the prince of Spain in three fortnights-"

"Three fortnights!" She interrupted again, her eyes burning with anger. "But Father, please. I do not wish-"

"Silence!" He shouted, rising from his throne. "It is decided! I will have no more of these outbursts. You will marry the prince regardless of what you wish. The desires of an eighteen year old girl have no pertinence to my political agenda." She dropped her gaze and her shoulders slumped.

"I am sorry, my child," he soothed, walking forward to place his hands on those very shoulders. "I cannot afford a war with Spain. A union between our kingdoms is the only placation I can provide."

Reaching for her chin, he tipped her face up to see her deep brown eyes. He watched helplessly as they turned to cold stones of resentment. Taking two steps back to evade his reach, she began to cry.

"Mother would not have sent me away." She turned and ran from the room, startling the guards as she burst through the doors. He stood, crestfallen, wishing for guidance from his wife that would not come. Now he had lost his daughter too.

She knew she had hurt him. She was glad. He needed to remember what it felt like to be in pain. Tears streamed down her face as she ran through the stone halls. She nearly fell twice, not holding her dress high enough for the speed at which she was traveling. All thought in her head had ceased but one.

Escape. She had to escape. This could not be her life. As she loped through the never-ending passageways of the castle, fear engulfed her. She thought for a short moment of a fleeing animal when it knows it's running for its life.

Reaching her private chamber, she hurriedly shut the door and slumped down onto the floor. She had not even noticed that her handmaiden, Brianne, was in the midst of her cleaning. The young woman looked up as her nurse, and only friend, approached her.

"Oh, Brianne," she sobbed. "It's hopeless. My father commands me to marry the prince of Spain. He refuses to listen to reason. I do not w-want to... I c-cannot... I..." Her stutters quickly turned to senseless weeping and she buried her head in her hands. She could not put into words how powerless she felt in her own home. Never in her life had she felt more dejected.

"Princess," consoled Brianne. "Surely it will all turn out for the best. His majesty only desires what is best for you."

"No," she interrupted. "He desires to do what is best for his beloved kingdom." Her voice dripped with disgust as she realized the full gravity of the situation. She had become a pawn in her father's game of chess with the surrounding countries. Well, she may seem a mere pawn to him, but she had her mother's spirit: the spirit of a queen.

"Ready the horses." The words came out so strong and clear, they startled Brianne. As the princess rose purposefully from the floor, the handmaid became frightened.

"But my lady, your father commands you-"

"I do not give a damn what my father commands. I will not live that life." She turned to peer out the window, catching the final glimpse of the sun as it disappeared behind the jagged horizon. "We are leaving, Brianne. Tonight."

"W-we are l-leaving?" Brianne was fumbling with her apron as she tried to grasp the princess's plan. "But Rene, where will we go?"

The princess turned back from the window, her mind stalling for a moment. It was so uncommon for Brianne to use her name. She thought it to be improper, given her stature, regardless of Rene's preference of her to do so.

"We will head north," she replied. "Anywhere is better than here." She paused, her battle plan once more unfolding in her mind. "Please go and tell my father you have drawn me a bath and I will not be joining him for supper. I will gather my things. Collect yours on your return if you wish to accompany me. Bring only what you can fit into a saddle bag." Brianne nodded at each of these orders and turned to leave. "Oh, and one more thing, Brianne: fetch my breeches and my bow."

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The horses were nearly lame when they stopped to make camp. It was twilight and the stars were starting to sparkle. Rene and Brianne had traveled nearly a day and a half without rest. But now, they were in dire need of it. As Brianne tied and watered the horses, Rene reached for her bow and quiver of arrows.

"Make a deep pit for a fire," she instructed. "I do not want us found easily. I will return with something to eat."

"Yes ma'am," Brianne nodded. "I will see if there are any herbs nearby for gathering."

"Very well, but don't stray far from the horses. There are wolves in these woods," she warned. And with that she walked off, disappearing into the darkness.

Taking a deep breath of the cool mountain air calmed the young princess. She had expected much more difficulty in their getaway; but aside from a necessary derailment around one of her father's blockades, she was pleased with their progress. And now with her bow in hand, she felt at ease.

As a child, her mother had taken her to the courtyards to teach her to shoot. Then, it had merely been for fun. Women were not allowed to compete in the archery games.

Holding a bow always reminded her of her mother. It had been nearly 10 years since she had passed. Following the queen's untimely death, Rene shunned the sport. It was too painful for her to stir up the memories of the mother she missed so much. However, as the princess grew older, she longed to shoot again but quickly became bored with the target range. After that, she would venture out into the forest surrounding the village in search of small game. She would bring her kills back to the kitchen, where the cooks prepared them for meals. Her father never knew where all the extra meat came from, but he never once complained.

Being in the woods sometimes felt more like home to Rene than the lavish palace did. She did not have to be a princess. She did not have to dress up or be proper. She could be whoever she wanted to be; she could be herself. There was no one to tell her where she needed to go, for she could go wherever she pleased. The princess relished the freedom of the open space and the clean, fresh air.

There was a rustle on her left. Without any hesitation, she froze with her bow poised at the ready. A large hare bound from the bushes nearby. It was hit in mid-hop by an arrow, and fell dead instantly. Rene did not like to see anything or anyone suffer. She would never forget how her mother slowly became sick and the life faded from her eyes. When she began to hunt, Rene vowed she would never let an animal die a slow death. It was better to be precise and quick. As she collected the hare and cleaned her arrow, a soft mew from behind her made her smile.

"Hello, Leon," she giggled as she turned around. Tracking ten feet behind her was a lynx, a long-time shadow of hers. They had been together for nearly five years. He began following her in the woods a few months after she started hunting. Leon was very young then, his mother probably killed for her pelt. It made him quite easy for Rene to train. Camaraderie quickly developed and has deepened ever since. He must have been following her as she fled.

"I think you are a little out of your hunting range, my friend." She knelt down and held out her hand. The large housecat bounded up to her, rubbing his head on her palm. He let out another mew, a little louder and looked at her expectantly.

"Been too busy tailing me to catch your lunch, have you?" she asked as she scratched behind Leon's black-tipped ears. "Well, you're going to have to be patient because this is all I have." She showed him the rabbit before she stuffed it in her rucksack. He sniffed at it, but turned away. His favorite was squirrel. Or duck if it was cooked. His domestication had made him picky.

Rene laughed again as she tossed her sack over her shoulder. Leon was already on his feet and a good five yards in front of her by the time she grabbed another arrow. This was his job. He acted as the eyes and ears of their team operation; she provided the precision kills. Together, they were a deadly combination.

They quietly made their way through the dark forest, both of them searching for any sign of life. The pads of Leon's paws quieted his tracking and Rene did her best to be light on her feet. Copying the idea from her feline friend, Rene used deerskin to sole her boots. It provided a tremendous advantage in stealth.

Suddenly, Leon stopped. His keen ears were focusing on something that was making an awful lot of ruckus nearby. The lynx slowly turned around to mew at Rene. That was her cue as to what she was hunting. If it was a small animal, Leon would go in first to flush it out. If he looked at her to proceed ahead of him, it was more than he could handle. Good, she thought. We've found dinner. She clicked her tongue twice and Leon padded softly to her flank. Quiet as could be, Rene advanced on her unknown prey. In reality, she probably could have run up to the creature before it even heard her coming with all the noise it was making. She was surprised the wolves were not upon it already.

A few more steps gave Rene her first glimpse of the loud animal, a wild boar rooting around a bush. That explains the all racket, she thought with a devilish grin. She straightened her stance, readied her bow, and just as the unsuspecting swine raised its head, let the arrow fly. It let out a quick squeal, then everything went silent.

Leon bounded up to the kill, which was usually a surefire sign that it was indeed dead. He seemed so happy with the onset of a meal that he sat down on top of the hog and waited for Rene to catch up. She smiled as she saw him seated proudly atop her kill. If he were human, he'd have said he brought it down himself. Rene laughed at her joke and patted Leon's head. He quickly jumped down and went to lie under the bush the boar had been rooting in.

Rene rolled the carcass over and tied its legs. She thanked herself for not venturing any further than this, for the hog would be a challenge to carry back to Brianne at their camp. Throwing her bow across her back, she hoisted the mammal over her shoulders and whistled to Leon. He trotted beside her; an added spring in his step knowing that he was going to have a full stomach.

Struggling a bit with the added weight, Rene's pace was slow but steady. Despite her tall frame, she did not have much muscle power. She prayed to the heavens that she found their camp soon. For once, her prayers were answered as the small glow of a fire shone in their path.

"Brianne, it's me!" Rene called ahead. The last thing she wanted to do was startle her friend while she was alone in the woods.

"My god, Rene!" Brianne scolded as Rene stepped into the firelight. "I was beginning to worry! What on earth took you so long?"

"I was a little weighed down," Rene joked as she dropped the boar next to the pit. "And I ran into a friend of mine." Rene whistled to Leon again, who cautiously approached her. He had never met any other human beside herself and his head was bowed in intimidation.

"Oh," Brianne gasped as the shy cat padded up to Rene. He looked at her uncertainly as Brianne knelt down and held out her hand. "You must be Leon," she said quietly, catching his attention with the sound of his name. "I've heard a lot about you." The lynx continued eyeing Brianne, but did not approach her. Rene laughed at his shyness and made her way to the horses. Leon followed her every move, not straying more than a few inches from her leg. Once she retrieved a sack of salted duck from the saddlebags of her horse, Rene called to Brianne.

"Here," she said, tossing the small package. "Offer him a piece of this."

Brianne caught the bag of meat and sat on the ground. Leon's nose was working overtime when he discovered who held his favorite treat. He looked at Rene as she pet him reassuringly and nodded her head in Brianne's direction. Little by little, Leon began to make his way over towards the newcomer. He soon found himself face to face with Brianne. His eyes darted from hers to the piece of duck and back. Ever so slowly, he took the slab of poultry from her hand.

Leon took a couple steps back and glanced at Rene before devouring his prize. But after doing so, he was quick to take another. When he was offered his fifth piece of duck, there was no hesitation to be found as he gingerly took it from Brianne's hand. She reached out to pat his head, and after a moment he arched up to meet it letting out a small mew of gratitude. Leon bounded up to Rene and rubbed against her legs as he purred. He seemed quite proud of making a new friend.

Brianne giggled as she got up and untied the boar's legs. She made quick work of gutting the animal and making a spit to roast it over the low fire. She then skinned the hare and made an herb stew with some wild potatoes. It didn't take long before the hog was succulent and the three of them had a large, overdue meal. Leon was not keen on the rabbit stew, but had a hearty helping of the boar.

In no time at all, they had stripped the animal of all its flesh. What was not eaten was salted and bagged. Leon curled up in Rene's makeshift bed, having slept with her on many occasions when she simply did not feel like going back to the castle. It felt strange, and somewhat sad to know that this time she had left it forever. Brianne seemed to be coping well so far, despite her lack of riding experience. Rene tried to help her as much as she could; but as a princess, there were many things she never learned to do. Nevertheless, she was confident that together, they could make it work.

Rene stoked the fire and cuddled up to the little lion in her blankets. With her arms wrapped around Leon and her bow within reach, she quickly fell asleep beneath the glittering heavens.

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The single snap of a twig jarred Rene to consciousness. She remained perfectly still as she woke, her ears vying for the slightest sounds. Leon's eyes flashed open and he twisted his head behind him just as Rene heard them too. Footsteps. She knew she only had seconds as she rolled for her bow and jumped to her feet. She closed her eyes and aimed for the sound of boots in the leaves. Trusting her instinct, she released her arrow and listened for it to hit its mark.

"Bloody hell!" a man hollered and Rene's eyes flew open in shock. The accent was unmistakably English. And he was handsome, very handsome. He stood frozen with his hands in the air. A foot more to his right and he would have had an arrow in his neck. As he began to walk forward and lower his hands, Rene grabbed another arrow and drew back her bowstring in warning. Immediately, the man withdrew his step and raised his hands once more.

"Who are you?" Rene demanded, her French accent lingering in her voice. She was surprised she was able to recall the teachings from her mother so quickly. The queen insisted her daughter be fluent in Spanish, Italian and English.

The man seemed impressed at the quick turn of tongue and his green eyes twinkled with curiosity. His lips curved into a smirk and he lowered his hands as he answered.

"I am Blake. May I have the pleasure of your name?" His voice sent a shiver though Rene's body and she momentarily lost her concentration. She could easily lose herself in his deep emerald eyes.

"No, you may not," she said firmly after regaining her composure. "You will leave now if you value your life." She tried to glare at him, but it was very difficult when he was looking at her like that. He began to step forward again, and was unconcerned when Rene once again readied her weapon. "Stay back!" she warned. "I'll shoot!"

"If you were going to kill me, you would have done so by now." He continued to walk closer and for the first time, Rene looked towards Brianne. There was another man coming up behind her ready to attack. Without hesitating, Rene sent an arrow towards the second intruder, narrowly missing his chest as he dove behind a tree.

Before she could turn around, she found herself tackled by the attractive Englishman. Blake wrenched the bow from her hand and pinned her to the ground.

"Release me! How dare you attack us!" she yelled. "You have no idea of the consequences of your actions!" She twisted her head to look towards Brianne; she was being held by the second man but still on her feet. Her captor was darker haired than Blake, and seemed to enjoy watching his partner strain to keep the princess down. This infuriated Rene and with one more strong twist, she was facing Blake as they wrestled on the hard ground.

"Let us go!" she demanded once more. "I have gold, it is yours. Take what valuables you wish, though you will find we do not have many."

"We are not here to rob you, Princess," Blake replied, slightly laughing in Rene's face as her mouth dropped open in shock. "We were hired to retrieve you. I am your new personal body guard." He flashed her a dazzling smile but renewed his grip as her face hardened.

"My personal guard?" she spat in disgust while vigorously trying to free herself. "I do not need protecting or retrieval! Now I command you to remove your hands from me or my father shall here of this!" She tried yet again to wriggle her way out of his grip but it only tightened.

"Your father was the one who hired us," Blake said as he held her down easily. "You are coming with me whether you like it or not. The level of difficulty is entirely your choice."

With a sigh of exasperation, she lay still beneath him with her lips pursed in defeat. She knew she had no chance overthrowing him and freeing Brianne. Tears began to well in her eyes as she comprehended the conditions of her surrender. She would have to face the wrath of her father, and she would have to marry the prince of Spain. There was no escape now.

Slowly, Blake lessened his grip on Rene's arms but looked at her expecting retaliation. When she showed no signs of it, he rolled off of her and offered her his hand to help her to her feet. She smacked it away and found herself enraged once more as yet another smile danced on his face. She now wished she had smacked more than his hand as she rose from the dirt. After brushing off her breeches, she stood with her arms crossed directing a glower at Blake. He met her gaze easily, his lips still slightly curved. Eventually, Rene looked away to Brianne who was still being held by the arm.

"I suggest you tell your bootlicker to release my handmaid," Rene said sharply.

"Bootlicker?" the dark-haired man objected. "You have no right to-"

"By all means," interrupted the princess as she took a large step towards him, "continue to patronize me about what is and is not my right." When he looked to speak again she added, "I would hate to be given a reason to defend myself. Again."

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