Protecting Heather

This is a work of fantasy and fiction. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons under legal age in real life.

Heather woke to a new day, feeling tired, sore, and contented.  And for the first time in several weeks, unbound.  Before she even opened her eyes, she realized that her arms and legs had been left unfettered.  Her second surprise of the morning was that she missed that feeling of being bound, waiting for him to come rescue her.  The third surprise as her awareness expanded to include the outside world…

Oliver?  He’s still here!  He slept with me the whole night.   She could feel him wrapped protectively around her, spooning her, just like that first day.

Slowly she extricated herself, inching out from under the layers of his loose embrace. When she had successfully removed herself from his grasp, she slid silently off the bed and padded ninja quiet to the bathroom.

Oh, luxury, to be able to pee in the morning. As she went about taking care of her morning business, she idly toyed with one of her wrist cuffs.  It wasn’t locked.  Neither were her ankle cuffs.  A wicked thought crossed her mind.

How much trouble can I get into today!?  I’ve been a good girl.  A very good girl… time to be a very bad, bad girl. She sniggered to herself, finishing up quickly before returning to the bed.  Maybe he’ll even punish me!  She looked him over, her heart beating faster with adrenaline.  She picked up one of his arms by the wrist, lifted it up off the bed about a foot, and dropped it to the bed.  

His slow, even breathing never even broke rhythm. He was dead to the world.  Then she noticed something she’d never expected.  He had a huge hard on.  A wide grin blossomed on her innocent face as she silently unbuckled her restraints.

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Oliver had been fretting over final exams, but this exam was a subject he’d never even taken before. Worse, they wouldn’t let him out of the exam room, and this would count towards a third of his final grade.  His consternation and embarrassment rose. As he stared at the blank answer sheet, several naked women filed in, taking seats and picking up pencils and shuffling the papers of their exam sheets.  Each of the naked women, he noted, were surreptitiously peeking at him, giving him secret smiles.

He was flustered and embarrassed, and for some reason he couldn’t move his legs.  He was suddenly ticklish all over, and realized he’d never pass this test if he couldn’t concentrate, or even move his arms.  Struggle all he might, he couldn’t seem to bring his pencil to the paper.

When he looked up, several of the women were up from their seats, walking towards him seductively.  And when he looked down, one was between his legs, taking his cock into her mouth.  Somehow he was as naked as they were, and below the desk, she began to slowly deep throat him while the other girls gathered around and entwined his arms with theirs, stroking him all over.

With a start, Oliver awoke, but the sensations from the dream continued on.  His wrists were bound separately by chains to the opposing posts of the headboard.  His ankles were bound together at the middle of the foot board.  And there, straddling his legs and working busily on his stiff morning erection…

“Heather?  Honey, baby doll…. oohhhhhh….” He gritted his teeth as she sucked hard on the tip, circling around it with her tongue, her two hands gripping the base of his cock and pulling the skin tight.  Just like he’d shown her.  “Ohhhhhhh….  Heather, what are you doing?”

“Ihhhshhmm iff obmmioushshhh?”  (Isn’t it obvious?)  She grinned around a mouth full of him, and then she took him deeply. He groaned as her eyes twinkled with mischief.

He quickly cleared his head of any remnants of sleep as she bobbed on his morning wood. Taking in his situation, he found that she was an apt student in many ways.  She’d left him no slack at all in the chains or in the cuffs.  

“Wicked, wicked little girl.” He chastised her, but couldn’t stop himself from grinning.  Or grunting as she delivered several quick pumps in succession.

With a pop, she pulled off of him.  “Yup.”  She nodded enthusiastically.  

“Are you going to let me go?”

She pretended to think about this, cocking her head to one side, one eye squinted shut, scratching her cheek as if in deep contemplation.  

With a broad smile, “Nope!”, and she returned to licking and lapping at him as he pulled uselessly against his own restraints.

“Heather!?  Let me go right now.”

“Now, Daddy, you’re just going to lay there and take it while your baby has her way with you.  Or do I have to go find my gag?” She cocked an eyebrow at him and giggled as she stroked his thighs.

Sighing in defeat, he lay back and chuckled.  “I see you’ve learned more than just your school lessons.”

“Yup!”  She beamed proudly, a slight predatory gleam to her eye.  She lowered her body and crawled up him, holding his throbbing cock between her breasts as she slid up him, kissing his abdomen on the way up.  She crawled over him until her pussy was level with his manhood. Reaching behind her, she directed the tip of him into her warm, waiting lips.  Slowly, she backed onto him, and inch at a time, gyrating her hips as she swallowed him.

As he felt her sheath his rock hard member with her body, he groaned, feeling her take him deep and tight. She circled his nipples with her fingers, and began to nibble on them as she slowly ground against him, reveling in the feel of him deep within.  

“Heather!”  he gasped.

“Shhhhhh….”  She scolded him and swatted one nipple, then resumed nibbling and licking and grinding up against him.

She sat up, planting her legs to either side of his hips, and ran her hands over her own breasts.  Yes, that feels good…   She began rolling her nipples and slowly, experimentally, she started lifting and lowering herself back down onto him.

“Ohhh… yeah, Daddy.  You feel good in the morning.”  As she picked up speed, a distant and smokey look drifted into in her eyes.

She planted her arms on his abdomen and leaning forward, began to ride him in earnest. As she bucked and rode him he tried his best to match her, thrusting up to meet her with a slapping noise.  

He popped out of her, and she stopped to recapture him within her body before going back at it even faster, careful now not to lose him again.  A few seconds later.. pop, out he came again.

“Daddy, you’re going to have to just lay still, every time we bounce too much I lose you!” She scolded him in a voice that sounded like a seven year old precocious girl.

“Ok, Baby-doll. This is your party.  You started it, I’m sure you can finish it.”  He grinned warmly at her.  

Looking determined she responded “Ok, that’s more like it.  Now just lay there while I ‘fuck your brains out’ Daddy!”

“Bring it on, bitch!” he said, then broke out laughing nearly hard enough to throw her off.  She got a case of the giggles.  As she forced herself back down on his horn, she allowed her giggles to transform into loud moans.  With a few slow, careful gyrations he was also very much invested in her success.

Slowly and more carefully this time, and with increasing confidence she rode him faster, letting him hear every thrust and intrusion into her body as she did.  

She quickly had him redlined, he was hardly able to withstand the sensations. She however, was not yet ready to cum, and she could tell by the nearly pained look on his face that if she drove him harder it would be over.

She slowed, then stopped bobbing but continued to grind him, getting just enough sensation to feel horney but not enough to cum.  She looked lost.

“What’s the matter, baby?” He asked.

“When you do it, it’s perfect. I want us to do it together, but…” she pouted.

“Gee, wish I could help you.”  He grinned at her, shaking his wrists uselessly.  As she continued to pout piteously, he took pity on her.  “Try this… why don’t you touch yourself? Finger yourself?”  

“You mean… while I’m doing it?”  She hadn’t thought of that.  “Ok.”  As her fingers found her clitoris, she felt that zing that she needed.  She began to ride him again, picking up speed.

“Oh, yeah, baby… just like that.  Oh!  Oh, I’m gonna come.  Hurry baby!”

She started to frig herself frantically, feeling that warm welcome feeling radiate out from her center, flowing out over her body.  It came slowly for her this time, like sinking into a bath of warm, warm honey.  She remembered to keep moving on Oliver’s cock, and with a burst of energy she began riding him harder than ever, until she felt him filling her insides with hot sticky cum.  She whooped like a cowgirl and came again quickly, hard and fast as her thighs gripped him and she froze in place.  Nothing moved but their rapid breathing and the pulsing of his sperm pumping into her.  

She collapsed down onto him, covering him with little nibble kisses until their mouths met, and he sucked her air for his own, the two of them battling it out passionately.  

As they lay together with his spent seed cooling on his crotch, he nudged her with his nose.

“You gonna let me go?” he whispered.

“What are you gonna do to me if I let you go?” she whispered, wide eyed with horror.

“Let me go and find out.” he said calmly, disinterestedly.

“Well, tell me first.” she grinned, poking him in the chest.

“And ruin the surprise?” he said, aghast at her faux pas.

She shuddered at the implication.  “I don’t like surprises.” She whispered back, cuddling close to him and wiggling her crotch onto his leg.

“Ok, then I won’t surprise you.  I’ll tell you after you let me go.”

“You tell me now, cowboy.  What are you gonna do to me if I let you go?  You know… this could be a long morning.”

“Not if you let me go.”

The two of them stared at each other, both grinning and neither giving any ground.

“You know, if you want breakfast, you’re going to let me go. Now.” he challenged her.

“I can learn to swallow you know.  How about you, you getting thirsty?” she started giggling as she got up slowly, and began to turn around.

“I’m the only one who knows the combo to the door.” He said, a little worried as he watched her slowly repositioning herself, turning herself around.

“I might be able to persuade you to part with that information.  It’s a new form of torture.  I call it pussy boarding.  You might want to take a deep breath.” She placed her legs on either side of his head and lowered herself down. When she felt his tongue begin to work it’s way past her lips in search of her clit, she gasped.  Then she grasped him in both hands and began to work on his resurgence.  

Eventually, she did let him go.  

An hour and a half after that, he gently unwound the steel cable from the overhead winch, lowering Heather from the ceiling where she’d hung by her ankles, hands tied behind her back while weights hung from her nipple clamps and bounced whenever she struggled.

As she was being lowered, Heather thanked goodness that he had a good sense of humor. That he believed in time off for good behavior. That he hadn't been able to find her ball-gag.  And finally, she decided it was good to be right side up again.