Throughout the day, her schoolwork was interrupted by thoughts of the approaching evening.  

Only six hours away!

She couldn’t remember what topic she was on in history.  And then she had a terrible time of her math equations. She found herself daydreaming...

Over the course of the last few weeks, Heather came to accept that she needed to finish off what she’d started with school.  Under his tutelage, she not only picked up where she left off, she  excelled.  Whenever she did particularly well, Oliver would praise her abilities and be very affectionate with her.

She showed an excellent grasp of some advanced math topics. What surprised them both was that when he introduced her to the subject of chemistry, she took off running with it.  Atomic structure, organic and inorganic chemistry, she grasped the basics quickly and even showed insight beyond the material.

Heather especially enjoyed chemistry because on those days when she studied it, Oliver lectured or worked with her lessons in person.  He could speak at length, loosing himself in his own rapture of the subject, and she gladly followed along, catching glimpses of the interactions of nature with a wonder similar to his own.

Her mind drifted back to the lesson with him just two days prior.  She remembered how he had discussed crystal growth with her, shown her some of the most beautiful structures of nature’s machine.  In her mind’s eye she drifted with the infinitely bound crystal lattice structures he’d shown her.  Some looked like they could be diamond staircases in the grand entry hall of a crystal castle.  She roamed the hallways etched in glittering spirals and rainbow prisms.  

With a start she awoke, realizing that she had fallen asleep with her head on the table.  In panic, she checked the clock.  3:08 pm.

Oh, no!  I slept for 2 hours!  I’ll never be able to concentrate today.  I need to work off some of my nerves.   She thought.  

After stretching, she punched up a program of her own on the treadmill.  Starting out slow, gaining speed.  Soon she was sprinting, breathing hard. She pushed the speed higher, running full out.  She struggled, pushed harder, and began to get a blissful second wind.  The treadmill seemed to disappear from under her as she floated on at full speed.  In her mind she imagined she was running full tilt down a lonely deserted highway.  

She ran for a long time, and as 4:00 approached, she decided she’d had enough.  Slowing… walking it out for a few minutes.  As soon as she was done she stopped and stripped down naked, stretching, feeling the cooler air on her skin and drinking some sports drink.  

Heather went to the bathroom and drew a bath as hot as she could stand to be in.  She steamed her body as long as she could, stretching the time, laying back and feeling her pulse pound in her chest. She remembered back to that first bath and felt an echo of that first day.  Her fears, her excitement, the mystery that surrounded everything here.  

Now it’s my place, and he’ll be with me here.  Tonight, he’ll be inside me.  I’ll  be around him, feeling him. I’d better finish up and get moving!  I have to be ready.

She drained the bath, and then she carefully shaved her legs, armpits, and down below as well, keeping up with what he had started.  This caused her to blush again, remembering that day.  She stepped into the shower stall and efficiently soaped and showered off.  

Hair dried and brushed out.  She took a moment to look at herself in the mirror, and was once again struck with the contrast of the image in front of her, compared to how she had been in those first days. Now nearly a cup size larger, and thanks to the hot bath, flushed and vital looking skin. Her pert breasts, arched back, firmed behind.

On to the perfume he’d bought her.  The smallest drop at each of her ankles, wrists, neck, between her breasts, below her belly button….   She waited until the alcohol had evaporated off and the scent reached the bass note just as she’d read in one of her magazines, before reaching for her clothes.

Now to getting dressed.  Panties pulled up and snugged in place.  Pulling on her hose, feeling the silky slide of it on her glowing skin.  Her new red dress slipped down over her head and zipped in place, feeling how it formed to her, the plunge neckline offering up her breasts in ruby chalices.

A quick check in the mirror brought her up short.

Oh, my...  She turned this way and that.  It looks sexy.   Lipstick!  Need Lipstick.

She applied a light red shade that complimented the dress.  A little dark eyeliner, very subtle, shadowing for her eyes, and suddenly she was innocent but smokey, alluring, in a way she’d never felt before.

Soon, he’ll be inside me!  And she smiled nervously.  Oh wait… one more thing.  

She stepped into the high heeled black shoes, and suddenly the image was complete.  Breasts crowding forward, ass thrust up and offered… perfect.

Ten minutes to five… Ok… ok…. Did I miss anything?  No?  Well… here I go.

With one last look back, she turned and crossed the apartment to the carpeted area.  She carefully lowered herself to the floor, shaky with nerves.  She tried two or three positions until she found a comfortable way to sit with her ankles crossed.  She set her knees apart.  Ninety degrees.

Ninety degrees is right!  I feel so hot everywhere.  Ok… Need to calm down.  Breath….   

She took a deep breath and let it out as she straightened out her dress, smoothed it over, and realized she couldn’t see the clock from her current vantage point.  

Well, guess I’ll just wait here.  I wonder, what will he do with me first?  Hmmm…   Her hips swayed at the thought.

Hands on thighs.  Eyes staring at the sofa.

Oh, the cuffs! I almost forgot!

She reached back and retrieved them from the coffee table.  A few ratchet clicks had them firmly secured to her right wrist.  Bringing her hands around back, she hesitated.  Without him there, it felt dark and dangerous to bind herself so.  With a gulp and a deep breath for courage, she closed the remaining bracelet on her other wrist.  

Done.

She waited.  Seconds dragged by.  Minutes.  Her mind raced, and every time she caught it, she emptied it as best she could.  Anxiety clawed at her tummy, sending butterflies scattering.  She calmed those away.   She became aware of an itch on her leg, and realized she couldn’t scratch it.  Frustration.

Her breasts became sensitive as her nipples became unexpectedly erect, and she focused on emptiness.  One part of her body after another took turns distracting her with errant itches, nervous energy.  

At one point, she almost caught herself nodding off, and brought herself back, straightened her posture, and returned to waiting.

Finally, she heard the beeping that meant that he was just outside.  Her heart leapt in her chest as she squared her shoulders and back, wiped her sweating palms on her dress behind her.

The door opened and he walked in.

She stopped herself from looking up and managed to keep her eyes on the bottom of the couch.  He said nothing, but she saw his boots as he walked towards her.  Boots and black pants.  She kept her eyes forward, as he walked around behind her, inspecting her.

He made a full circuit around her, saying nothing.  She felt him standing behind her.

His fingers trailed lightly across the back of her neck, and she shivered, but remained still.  He knelt behind her.

She noticed that her nipples were very hard now, with the feel of the handcuffs and the high heels and her spread open and vulnerable position.  

He ran his hands down her arms, and at her wrists he checked the handcuffs, clicking the right one closed one more notch. She felt him bring his hands up her sides as the handcuff links clinked. He teased her nipples and she gasped, then shuddered as he ran fingers down her stomach, across her crotch, along the insides of her thighs.  She longed to close her legs, trap his hands between them and hold them right there.  Then he backed away, and stood behind her.

“Stand up.  Keep your eyes averted.” he commanded gently.

She tried to get up, the task made more difficult than she expected given the high heels and her bound hands. After a few tries, she managed it.  He clipped a lead to her collar.

“Come with me.”  With that, he walked her into that other room.  He led her through the doorway and over to an open area in the floor.

“Stand here.”  She did, and he waited. “When I give you a command, you respond with ‘Yes Sir.’”

“Oh! I’m so sorry… umm…   yes, Sir.”  She felt her face redden.   

“Now, as we go along here, I’ll explain what’s happening.  Ok?”

“Yes, Sir.”  She shuddered in anticipation.

“We’ll trade these handcuffs for your regular cuffs.”  With a click, the handcuffs were released, and she felt him strap on her padded, strict leather cuffs. With both hands still behind her, she felt him attach something to the D-link of both wrists together and snap in place.

“Now, I’m going to lift your hands slowly into the air.  You’ll have to relieve the tension.  You’ll soon come to understand the position I want you in.”

“Yes, Sir.” She was nervous, afraid she might do this wrong, but he stroked her cheek and reassured her. Then he stepped away.

She heard some metallic clicking from overhead, and soon she felt the cuffs being tugged upwards with each click.  With them went her wrists.  Slowly they rose, and it pulled her hands upwards to her mid back.  To relieve the tension, she tried to bend her arms as best she could until eventually, she found herself leaning forwards.

“That’s it, Baby.  You’re doing good.”

“Thank you, Sir.” She managed, unsure what to say, or what exactly it had been that had earned his praise, but a thrill coursed through her all the same.  Soon though she started to get worried as her hands continued to be tugged towards the ceiling.

Upwards they went, the steady clicking counting away. The cuffs began to pull painfully, and she leaned forwards again, precarious in her balance with her high heels.

Oh, that’s what he wants?  He wants me to bend forward?  She bent further forward, as her arms levered her upper body from back behind her.  Then they rose higher still.  Every time she relieved the tension, the cuffs went up.

Soon her torso was level with the ground, her arms pointed upwards past horizontal.  Soon she would be out of room to move.  

Click… click… click…. went the unseen mechanism.  She sweated, and almost cried out in panic, when the clicking stopped.  She was folded over at the waist, her head down and her ass in the air, with her arms nearly vertical pointed at the ceiling behind her.  

“Excellent, baby.  That’s perfect.  Now, I’m going to position your ankles.  Keep this position as best you can.”

“Y-yes Sir!” She panted, her shoulders straining, her arms straight up behind her.  A large drop of sweat collected on her forehead and she tried to shake it off before it could get in her eyes.

Looking down at her feet, she saw and felt him apply cuffs to her ankles. The familiar feel of the heavy leather actually comforted her.  It was a now familiar feeling that made her feel safe and cared for.

Then he produced a 24 inch chromed metal bar and attached one end to her left ankle.

“This is called a spreader bar.  Can you guess how it works?”

“Yes, I can, sir.” She grimaced at the thought.  How will I be able to maintain my balance with that?

He directed her to spread her legs, with his hands pressing her ankles apart, and she gingerly shuffled her feet apart until he was satisfied. Then he clipped the other end of the bar to her opposite ankle.

“Can you move much?” He asked as he slowly ran his hands up her tightly stretched legs, stopping to tease the backs of her knees.

“No, Sir.”  She gasped, and tried not to giggle or laugh as his fingers alternately tickled the sensive and now tight skin behind her knees and between her thighs.

“Good.  For this next part, try not to move at all.” He said as he allowed his hands to roam higher, simultaneously lifting the bottom of the dress up with him.  

“Yes, Sir!”  The tension on her arms and the strain on her legs, while not yet painful, was building up slowly. As he ran his hands higher still she gasped and fought to stop the urge she had to move her legs together.

“Let me know if the strain becomes too much.  But you’re doing very well so far.  We’re almost ready.”

Ready?  Ready for what, exactly.  I’m still wearing my clothes! Is he going to take me like this? She thought to herself as she felt his hands rove higher and higher, tickling around her sex, and caressing her now exposed bottom as he flipped her dress up and over her bent torso. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her panties, he slowly lowered the black lacy fabric, running his hands down her legs.  She felt him tugging her underwear down, managing to get it halfway down her thighs, stretched tight there as her legs were held apart by the bar.

He began to finger her, slowly, feeling her moisture building up.

As his fingers slipped languidly through her folds, the familiar ache began to form in her.  She could feel her heartbeat picking up speed, her breathing becoming ragged.  Slowly, he reached around and pulled aside the portion of her dress that contained her breasts, allowing them to fall free. She watched as he traced around her nipples with his fingers, and she took short breaths while alternating between gasping and groaning as he proceeded to finger her hot waiting slit and tease her nipples at the same time.

She needed him, now! But he continued his slow assault.

He knows how to bring me to a slow boil.  Oh, it’s maddening what he does to me!

Her reverie was broken as his thumb pressed into her spread pussy lips, transmitting pressure to her thus neglected clit.  She nearly lost her footing, only her manacled wrists supporting her for a moment as the pleasure knifed through her core. Her knees became weak, and she felt the strain on her shoulders, forcing her to stand rigidly straight as he began stroking up and down her sex.  This forced her to renegotiate her stance.  It make her feel precarious, like she was standing at a cliff’s edge while someone slowly pushed into her from behind.

Her knees wanted nothing more than to just let go and collapse, while her arms screamed at her to keep upright. His thumb drew lazy circles around her sex.  Just when she was sure that she wouldn’t be able to maintain the strain any longer, he stopped and backed away.  Slowly she regained her stance and her composure.

“Now, I’m going to spank you, lightly.  This is not a punishment. And there will be little rewards.  We’ll go slowly.  Tonight is going to be about pain that becomes pleasure.”

“Yes, sir…”  she said, keeping her eyes down.  She was scared.  She’d not been ‘spanked’ since she was five, and the thought of it made her feel like a little girl.

“I want you to count out each one. As we go, I’ll give you as much pleasure as pain.  In the end, you’ll be hard pressed to distinguish the two. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

Do I really?  Oh God, I hope I can do this!  

His hand raised, and came down on her left cheek.  Not too hard.  But the impact was a shock to her nonetheless.

“One!” she called out, wincing.  Then she realized the anticipation had been worse that the blow.

“One, Sir, you mean..”

“Yes sir!  One, sir.” she called out.

“We’ll let it slide this time.  We’ll go to twelve, an even dozen.  If you miss one, we’ll start over.”

With a smack, he struck the right side.

“Two! … Sir!” she added just in time, and carefully shuffled her feet trying to find a better balance.

Smack!  “Three sir!”

He added a bit more strength.  *Smack*

“Oww!   Four Sir!”  

Suddenly, his fingers were rubbing over her clit with one hand, pulling her nipple with the other.  Again she nearly collapsed, the sudden pleasure shooting out in all directions, wiping the pain away.  Then, just as suddenly…

*SMACK!* he hit with a medium force, more than she had felt so far.

“Five! Five, sir!  OOooohhhhh!!! ”   And he once again assaulted her pussy, and ran his hands down her sides, tickling under her arms.   She howled with laughter as she twisted to get away from him.

*SMACK!!*  He hit her, and as she was calling out the number he circled her clit vigorously, nearly making her cum.

“Ohhh!  Oh, ummmm…   Six, Sss..Sir!”  She called out as soon as she was able, withstanding the stimulation and holding back her mounting orgasm.

“Good Girl! You’re doing great!”  He rubbed his hands all along each spot where he’d made contact, soothing them over.  She took a moment to regain her breath.

His next hit, her ass was turning red, but he maintained the force.  He wanted her warmed up properly.  

**Smack!**

“Seven, Sir” as he ran his hands up between her legs, up her thighs, and gently stroked around her reddened ass.

“More than halfway there, baby doll.”

“Ok… ok…. ok, sir.” She panted. Something strange was beginning to happen.  She could still see her bound feet, but they seemed to be farther away. The pain was further away too.

“Ready?”

“Yes, sir.”  She heard herself reply across the widening gap in her mind.  He made her wait.  A few more seconds, as she tensed, returning from that distant tunnel.  Just as she was about to turn to  look behind her to see the blow coming…

Smack!  Smack! one on each cheek.

“Eight, Nine, sir!”  She gritted her teeth, tensed, waiting for the pleasure.  Instead…

Smack! across both cheeks.

She was nearly out of breath.  “Ten… Ten, sir”  He pressed his body up against her raised and exposed bottom, pushing the bulge in his pants up against the junction of her legs as he stroked his hands along her bottom.  Out of reflex, she pressed back against him with what little leverage she possesed, stealing some support from him as she leaned back against the buldge.

“Two more baby. You can do this. You’re a real trooper.” He said as she panted, her hands grasping at air and clenching.

“Yes, sir.” she replied weakly, from a long distance away.  Her body felt like it was floating away, her mind feeling a little spacy. He stayed connected with her crotch as he swatted her left cheek.  From across that distance, she heard more than felt it.

“Eleven, sir!” she called out, dreamy, as he reached around and drew her tight to him. She moaned low.

*Smack* he struck her right cheek.

“Twelve, sir.”  Something cold and hard pressed up against her nether lips, and suddenly it was buzzing and vibrating so strongly she could feel it all the way up to her breasts.  

“OOOHHhhhhh! OH, Oh my God!  Oh my God!”

He pressed the head of the magic wand up tight against her as her fingers splayed open, her toes curled into her shoes, and she tried at first to get away from the buzzing intruder.

He put an arm firmly around her waist before she could misstep and loose her balance.  He pressed the powerful head of the wand in tight to the top of her legs again.

“OhMyGod OhmyGodOHMY GOOOooo...ooD!   Oh! Oh! NNNnnngggh!  NNNnnngggh!   ….. Uhhhhh, Yes!”  She screamed as she came.  He held it in place a few seconds longer, feeling her go slack in his arms, before he shut it off.  

Carefully he thumbed his remote to uncoil the steel cable that had winched her arms skyward.

Standing her up again, he embraced her from behind, holding her in his arms, stroking her up her front, across her breasts, and pulling her close to him.

“Mmmmmmm. Oh…  Daddy. Thank you.”  She said weakly.

“That’s Daddy, sir, to you my baby.”   

She giggled.

“There now, I think I’ve made you wait long enough, baby.  Let’s make you comfortable again, and we can move on to the evening’s main event.”  He detached her cuffs from the cable. Then he unhooked the spreader bar from her ankles. He left the cuffs on her wrists and ankles.

She slipped out of her heels, not trusting in her ability to walk steady after her experience. She stepped out of her panties, deciding she didn’t need them anymore tonight.

He held her tight, partially supporting her weight as he embraced her.

“You did so good, baby.”  

“Take me to bed, Daddy.” She grinned into his ear, simultaneously exhausted and excited by the session.

Then she cried out in surprise as he swooped her up into his arms, carrying her across the room.  She giggled as she felt herself whisked away, feeling delightfully like a child.

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 “Ouch!” she pouted, feeling the heat on her backside which she’d temporarily forgotten.

 “Lift your dress, and then lay on your stomach, baby doll.” He approached her with a bottle of lotion. With a lopsided grin she flopped onto her stomach, flipping her dress up over her waist, wiggling her bare butt at him.Taking the lotion into one hand, he applied and gently spread it out all over the parts of her that had turned red.  

 Her skin was feeling like it had a minor sunburn, sending her body heat out in waves.  As his hands glided over her skin, she felt how it deliciously cooled her.  He rubbed in the lotion and massaged her until nearly all of it was absorbed.  She lay there enjoying the relief for a moment as he sat beside her on the bed.

 She rolled to her side towards him, remembering that he’d not yet invited her to look into his face. It felt strange and a little frustrating that she couldn’t look at him as she wished.

 He caressed her neck, her face, the touch conveying to her his gentle side.  With renewed enthusiasm, she placed a hand on his hip.  Timidly, she reached out and began to undo his belt.  He allowed her to, as she undid the button on his trousers, and started working the zipper down.

 “Look at me” he said, and she met his eyes.  He leaned down and kissed her long and slow.  As he did, he felt her fingers continue to work at his pants, with both hands, until with a movement from him they fell the floor.  He kicked out of his boots, flinging the pants to the side.  He went to remove his shirt, but she stayed him with a gesture, wanting to do it all herself.  This too he also allowed, nodding to her to let her know it was alright.  She stood, and slowly pulled his shirt up… then his underwear down.  

 He groaned as his freed erect member swayed out in front of him.  She was fascinated with it, wrapping her hands around its girth. Kneeling before him, she placed a tender kiss on his shaft, then another, practicing what he had shown her. Slowly she took him into her mouth, wrapping her lips tightly and sliding them around and over the head, then further down the shaft as much as she could.  Letting her tongue work it’s way along the underside of him, she could feel him grow and stiffen.  He groaned for her, and she felt again that sense of power as she brought him to full attention.

 How am I ever going to fit all of him in me down there?  He’s too big.  It’s not going to work.  She ran her hands up and down its length, followed by her lips as she made him harder.  MMmmmmm. Maybe it could work.   She grinned to herself around his girth, selling herself on the idea.

 He stroked her hair as she worked him over.  Gently he backed out of her before she could push him over the edge.  Tonight, he wanted to give her all of what he had to offer.  

 “Come here.” Oliver drew her to her feet, and he could see the nervousness on her face as he worked the zipper of her dress free. She raised her arms as he slowly lifted it up and off her body.  Now she stood before him wearing only her stockings. She reached down to remove those, but he stopped her hand.

 “Leave those on.” He grinned, and she felt the heat in his stare.  Hands entwined, he sat back down on the bed, and drew her to him as she climbed up into his lap and sat astride him.  Face to face, her legs wrapping around him and they kissed as she felt his hard member pressing up against the front of her.

 “Will it hurt?” she said breathlessly.

 “It may, at first.  But that will fade quickly.  And we’ll go slow, easy.  Like the spankings. It will get all mixed up in the good feelings.”   He reassured her. He lay back, pulling her gently down with him.

 “Do I have to be tied up?”

 “No” he said simply.  “Do you want to be?”

 She surprised herself when out of her mouth came the reply “Yes.” She paused in consideration, then gave him a shy smile.

 He grinned at her, and embracing her he rolled them over on the bed until she was beneath him.

 “OH!...” She exclaimed, giggling.  Then wide eyed with wonder, she whispered to him… “is this it? Is it happening now?”

 In answer, he kissed her long and hard, his tongue invading her as she tentatively met him.

 Parting with a  gasp, he sat up, smiling gently and reassuringly at her.  He reached towards the top of the bed where he retrieved the ends of chains attached to the bedposts on either side of the headboard.  He caressed her thighs, her calves.  Taking each ankle in turn, she watched with interest as he lifted each ankle, stretching her legs up towards the top corners of the bed. She watched him in silence as she felt each of her ankles secured and locked far to the sides and nearly head level.

 Then he kissed each breast, shoulder, down her arms, and taking her manacled wrists, he locked her cuffs ankle-to-wrist.  She felt stretched wide, tense and tensioned.  Scared and exhilarated. She could feel the renewed heat in her groin as she caught the smoky, dangerous, yet tender look in his eyes.

 He returned to kissing her, laying atop her, his weight on her making her feel secure and secured, pressed comfortingly into the soft mattress. She returned his kisses, slowly twisting against the chains as they clinked, her hips gyrating.

 She could feel the hard press of him at the apex of her legs.  He shifted, positioning himself right along her slit, and she could feel his manhood slightly parting her nether lips as he slowly, rhythmically pressed against her.  At first it slid up and back along her lips, pressing at the top over her clit, and she gasped each time the head passed by.

 He continued this, and every few strokes he would angle lower, dipping just the tip of the head into her passage.  She began to feel warm and wet, her legs spread out to either side of him, knees in the air with her legs bent back doubling her over, and she felt his firm body sliding between her thighs.

 Her breath caught as he pressed his tip down again, into her warm wet entrance, and she felt it part and then stretch her outer lips apart.  Then back out.  With his next thrust, he entered her just a bit further.  When he pulled back he remained so slightly inside her.  Back and forth he rocked her slowly, and she rocked her hips with him, feeling him become lubricated and slide in a bit further each time.  Her breath came with each thrust now, gliding, rocking, as she felt him slowly, gently filling her up.  

 Now the tip of him was part way in, and she started to feel a sharp tension from within.  He was bumping up against her maidenhead.  She tensed, anticipating the pain.

 “Ok, baby doll.  I want you to relax.  We’ll just do this for a little while, while you get used to me.” He breathed in her ear, and she tried to relax.

 As he continued to thrust into her, he said “Ok, baby… When I pull back, you relax…”  He thrust and she tensed.  When he pulled back, she willed herself to relax.  She groaned as she felt him moving slowly inside her.

 Again he was at that point where she felt some pain, and watching her face, he waited, and kissed her.  Shortly, she relaxed enough that he slipped ever so slightly past that point.  Her breath hitched as he slipped in another inch.

 Heather started panting as she felt him now more steadily slipping past, her wetness easing the way.  He pulled back slightly, and then very slowly, very smoothly he pressed himself all the way into her velvet passage as far as he could.

 Her breath was driven from her in a rush.  He held himself inside her as her muscles clamped down on him.  

 “Ohh!” She cried in surprise, not even realizing at first what had happened, and then it dawned on her, as he kissed her feverishly and she began to respond again.

 He did it?  He did it!  I can feel him in me!  And… it didn’t hurt that bad, really.  

 Slowly he began to pull back and again pressed into her, and she rocked with him again.  As she felt him beginning to slide inside her a little more freely, she felt the return of that wonderful coiled up feeling that ached all along her insides.  It did hurt just a bit, but the more he slid, the wetter she became, and in just a few more thrusts she felt him slide all the way into her again, making her grunt with the sudden full feeling.  He lifted himself from her and began to stroke into her.  

 Oh, my God,  he thought, She is so tight, every ridge inside her gripping me.  With every thrust the suction of her tight walls refusing to let him go.

 She could see him buried in her to the hilt, feel him so deep inside of her, the sensations of him reaching to her very core, sending shockwaves up her body.  Together they matched their rhythm, and reflexively began pivoting her hips up, pulling him in, bringing him deeper into her.  The insatiable need grew stronger with each thrust and she had to have him deeper.

 “Oohhh!  Faster Daddy.  Ummmmm… Yeah.   Faster!”   

 Every fiber of him was straining into her, Deeper in… picking up speed, faster.  He though he must cum any second but the exquisite tightness of her that pulled him further on also held him back in its velvet vice.  He drove into her faster, feeling their breath hissing and grunting in unison.  They were an engine, a machine with pistons pumping and well oiled as he pounded into her with everything he had.  All his fear, all his pain, all the years of rejection, his lost love for Chani, his desperation, his very life he poured into her.

 Beneath him he felt her beginning to cum, her vagina clutching at him as she began to scream and toss her head from side to side.  The sight, the sound… the feeling of her cumming… it was more that he could take.  He began to cum with her as he felt his semen rapidly pumping and pumping, filling her as she groaned and writhed.

 She felt his hot seed pulsing into her belly and rapidly came again, her hands clasped around her ankles and pulling her own legs further back, open as wide as she could be.  She bit her lip, her muscles grasping and milking his buried member.

 They lay locked together there for a time, completely spent, unwilling and unable to do more than hold onto the moment.  They held each other tightly as the sensations slowed.

 She brought him back to Earth with little nibbling kisses along his neck and his good cheek. Finally he opened his eyes, his expression one of wonder.

 “Wow, Daddy.” Was all she could say.  “Let’s do that again!”

 “Oh my God, Princess.” He laughed.  Then he gave her such a hot look that she shivered. “Bet on it.”  

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 They lay side by side, quietly enjoying the afterglow, with her body partially draped over him, her head on his chest.  He wondered at how it still felt like he was inside her, a faint remnant of sensation. He welcomed this new ghost as he held Heather close.