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Now and Then

By George Woodruff

© 2008



NOW



Blood drips in slow languid drops, forming rivulets along the marble where it plashes from the gracefully curved fingers that cup the air in a lazy manner at the end of the outstretched right arm.



THEN



His left hand grabs her by the hair; his right spins her about and forces her up against the wall. Her breath explodes from her in a gasp that wafts the spicy scent of cardamom and coffee over him. He inhales, his nostrils picking up her perfume as well as the sudden tang of fear, excitement and surprise that decants like wine from her pores. Her eyes widen as they focus on him in the half-light of the unlit corridor, the indirect sun causing the green to flash emerald as he moves in close. She moans, as he presses against her, his breath hot upon her throat as his voice growls in her ear.

“You are mine!” She feels her pulse quicken and she sobs with desire as his frame leans into hers.

“Yes,” she whimpers as his left hand releases her hair, and sweeping down catches her right wrist while his right does the same with her left, rising them above her head and pinioning them against the rough stucco of the wall, “yes, I am.”

Her knees quiver as his lips tease hers, as his tongue flicks across them like a serpent’s and his teeth move in to pull upon her lower lip. Pain and pleasure flood her senses as she feels him trap her against the rough surface of the wall, the scent of him filling her nostrils, the feel of his rough and sturdy denim catching on the delicate satin of her crème coloured blouse and emerald green skirt.

Desire and need flood her being, carrying her off, drowning her inhibitions in a deluge of animal passions. Her left leg, sheathed in gossamer black silk stockings, slides up the outside of his powerful leg, the fabric catching on the rivets that anchor edges of his pockets at his hips, the feeling of them grazing her inner thigh causing her to gasp in excitement.

The kiss seems endless, overwhelming her senses and making her feel drunk, intoxicated and high. He doesn’t stop for breath, sucking the air from her own lungs as her mind and body sink into the sensation of oxygen deprivation. His left hand holds her wrists in a grip of iron; his right slowly travels down her body like a slow motion cascade of clinging lava. Rough calluses scrape the soft skin of her neck, traverse around under chin and grip her throat. The sense of danger makes her moan and whimper with excitement.

His thumb presses up under her chin, raising it so that her lips open more, allowing him to drink in more of her essence, so much so that she fears she will lose consciousness, and when it seems she will faint he breaks the kiss, his thumb turning her face so that he can graze her cheek with his teeth, his lips can caress her chin and his tongue can languidly slide down her jugular to her clavicle.

As he does this, his hand descends, sliding beneath the lace trim and popping the buttons with slow, deliberateness as he fondles and caresses the soft, pliant and quivering flesh of her breasts.

She moans as his rough thumb slides over the lace of her brassiere, its callus catching on the fragile fabric and teasing the erect nipple underneath. His kisses upon her neck, shoulders and throat fill her with orexis such that she writhed against him pushing against him in an attempt to be closer, to feel all of him against her yearning body.



NOW



Blood wends its way along the floor, tumbling with lethargic grace over the small imperfections, spreading out in divergent trickles along cracks and joints in the marble.



THEN



His callused fingers tease her as his hand pushes further down her torso, gooseflesh rises in its wake, spreading across her body. The satin of her blouse bunching and pulling free from the waistband of her skirt, tearing where a seam gives way to the building pressure, just as her labia begin to become slick with her accumulating juices. The sensation raises new whimpers and moans of pleasure from her lips as his continue to explore her rapidly heating flesh, burning kisses spreading the fires of passion across the curves and planes of her aching body.

Her left calf crooks about his rock hard frame, pulling it closer, the silk of the stocking tearing with each movement, threads hanging like gossamer tendrils while the overall tension of the fabric opens the rents even more, exposing her limb to the cool air of the dim corridor, contrasting with the heat she is generating in her passion. Her cries and moans a contrast to the growls and groans of her lover as he ravishes her with slow and deliberate power.

As his hand slides over her stomach and descends beneath the stricture of her waistband, the quavering of her abdomen causes her utterances to catch and break like sobs. She longs to rake his back with her nails but he has her wrists still pinioned with his left hand with a grip that brings pleasurable pain to the smorgasbord that is this experience.

Her breathing is laborious, his controlled, their susurrations a unique syncopation that fires her subliminal mind with primal responses to the animal urges that are stampeding through her. As his hand teases the edge of her panties she cries out afresh. Pleading, wordlessly demanding fulfilment, and crying out with exhilarated frustration when he doesn’t dive his fingers deep within her flooding jade gate. Suddenly his hand is withdrawing, leaving her behind and she arches her body in an attempt to forestall this action. When the heat of his palm slides up her left thigh as it flexes about his waist she cries out with desire renewed.

His fingers tease at the rents in the silk, playing along the taut muscles that quaver under his ministrations and when the callused tips brush against her buttocks she bites her lip in anticipation. As his palm cups her derriere and lifts she wraps her right leg about his waist, clutching him closer to her, grinding her hips against his, her loins thrusting towards his.

“Please.” She implores. Her voice is a moaning whimper of passion and desire. She gasps as his teeth bite into the flesh around her taut left nipple, the lace of her brassiere grinding under the pressure of his mouth. His fingers slipping under the fabric of her panties to tease at her labia, bathing in the moisture that drips and flows along her inner thighs

Her legs convulse and clamp tighter about him, forcing a bestial animal grunt from him that fires her even more with its feral chthonic timbre. He pushes against her, forcing the air from her lungs momentarily as his right hand pulls away from her hungry vulva and clamps like a vice upon her left wrist. He drags her hands down by her sides and roughly pushes them behind her back where his left hand recaptures her left wrist and with that his right hand slaps itself back under her buttocks and with her thus trussed, he steps away from the wall and carries her from the corridor into the adjoining room.

It is darker in the room, shadows are deeper, the light is weaker, she doesn’t see where he takes her, surprising her as he roughly drops her buttocks on something soft yet resistant. His hands close on her wrists again and she gasps as he pulls them up above her head again.

As his weight bears down upon her, she writhes and wriggles under him, seeking to elicit some reciprocal reaction from him. He seems oblivious, focusing his attention for the moment above her head as he once again restrains her wrists with his left hand and grabs at something she can’t see with his right.



NOW



Blood pools in the divots and depressions of the marble tiled floor, forming a small lake at the threshold, slowly expanding along the sill with the relaxed tenacity of flowing lava.



THEN



He brings down a silk cord, tied with a slipknot noose and secures her right wrist with it. He then pulls a fur-lined cuff, trailing a chain into view and fastens it about her left wrist. He repeats this action with another cuff and her right wrist, freeing it from the silken cord as it closes about the wrist with uncompromising firmness.

She murmurs her disappointment at not being able to touch him; her legs flex and writhe in her efforts to hold him close as he moves, his body still pressing against hers so that she could feel his hard muscles through the rough fabric of his clothes.

He brings his lips close to hers again, causing her to part her lips in anticipation of a kiss. As they part, he slips a royal blue silk scarf across her face, into her mouth, sliding it between her teeth and around her head, knotting it quickly without any tenderness so that her eyes watered at the sudden unexpected twinge of pain.

Then he was sliding down her body, his weight keeping her supine while his hands slid along the inside of her thighs, down her legs, forcing them apart and up.

He locks his left arm up and under her right leg, holding it close into his armpit while his left hand held her left ankle as the right hand pulls up a silken cord looped with a slipknot noose. Deftly he cinches it about her ankle and pulls the cord taut against the side of the platform she is laying upon so that it tucks up close to her left hip.

His actions surprise her, so that she knows not whether to struggle or be quiescent, nor is he forthcoming with any clues for he seems relentless in his activity, almost oblivious to her presence outside the physical requirements of restraining her.

He moves with a quiet, patient grace, now that her left foot is restrained he tenderly goes about restraining her right foot in a fur-lined cuff at the adjacent hip, teasingly running a finger up her calf and down her inner thigh, skirting along the round succulent flesh of right buttock, tantalising the cleft and then moving on to traverse the curve of the other cheek before languidly attaching another fur-lined cuff to her left ankle.

Then he stands back, his face in shadow, with his eyes like pale fires on far off hills. She watches as he then begins to disrobe. Sliding first his right boot off and then his left while unbuttoning his denim shirt.

Her eyes travel covetously as he strips it off, roving down his chest, fascinated by the forest of hair that clothes the slopes and planes of his torso, hungrily devouring the ripple and movement of his muscles under his tanned skin. She moans through the gag, her eyes pleading with him to come to her.



NOW



Blood seeps between the crevices and crack under the spreading pool, exploring down through the layers of floor boards and joists to collect in a smaller puddle before it begins to soak through the ceiling below.



THEN



He bends at the waist, exposing his broad back and muscled shoulders to her view and removes his socks before he kneels at the edge of the padded platform she is strapped to. He reaches under and adjusts something, so that suddenly the pallet shifts to an angle that brings her weight to bear and she finds herself practically sitting on her heels with her legs spread wide.

He leans in close, his nose grazing the cotton of her panties, his inhalations carrying the scent of her rising tide to his brain. Callused fingers reach up and delicately pull the fabric away from her pudenda. She sees him bring something out from under the articulated couch and hears the soft sensual sound of something slicing through the material, his warm breath suddenly caressing her engorged labia.

She moans ecstatically at this sensation, willing and wishing him to come closer, to sink his fingers deep within her, to ravish her fully and completely.

Softly he leans into her, his lips kissing her labia, his tongue parting their swollen folds, his teeth teasing her flesh with gentle caresses. His nose nuzzles the turgid nub of her clitoris and despite the gag, she screams in pleasure at this most minimal of touches.

Tears fill her eyes at the pleasure he brings to her, his tongue, teeth and lips playing ever so delicately with her jade gate, coaxing more and more of her inner waters forth, building with exact and careful movements slowly toward each orgasm that spasms through her, causing her to glow in a sheen of perspiration that has her dishevelled attire clinging even more than the tailoring normally evinced.

She pants, sucking in ragged breaths around the gag, moistening her throat with the drool that collects there, its moisture misting into her mouth with each exaggerated indrawn breath.

His hands have not been idle while his skills at cunnilingus have become evident. They caress her legs, fingers teasing the flesh through the rents in her stockings, palms cupping the roundness of her buttocks, nails trailing along calves and shins so that the sensory experience is more than just genital in location.

‘Deeper’ she thinks, her muffled voice pleads through the sobs that spill out from around the gag in her mouth.

His fingers tease closer, playing with the cleft of her ass, the dripping moist forest of her mons, the pulsing flesh of her vulva and as he leans in to suckle at her tumescent clitoris, his fingers slide between her labia, plumbing the quavering depths hidden within, she screams with unalloyed pleasure.



NOW



Blood stains the ceiling, growing like a malevolent chrysanthemum before a bead of it coalesces from the surface and begins to slowly, lazily form into a drop.



THEN



She is ecstatic, the pleasure is overwhelming, she can’t think nor she can focus. Some vestigial animal element of her senses knows that he stops; rising between her outstretched knees, and re-orients the mobile bed she reclines upon. She is now vertical, her face level with his groin, the heels of her shoes pressing against the floor.

She is delirious for him, wanting him as she has never wanted another. He is standing before her, unbuckling his belt, sliding his jeans off to rest in a puddle of denim on the floor. She eyes his cock; it is swollen, rising gently away from his scrotum, a bead of dew at its head. Her fingers writhe, wanting to touch it, the manacles holding her hands back.

She moans as he leans close and carefully loosens the silk scarf that has been her gag, pushing it down from her mouth so that it lays limply about her neck, the moist end depending into her cleavage; Its cool wetness a pleasant shock to her hot skin. He produces another, this one a deep dark red, and carefully fastens it across her eyes, blindfolding her.

She can smell him, the musky warm scent of him fills her nostrils and her pulse quickens in response. The scent of his ardour teases her nostrils and she hungers to have him in her mouth, to feel his rigid glans against her tongue, the turgidity of penis filling her, her lips caressing he veins along his shaft.

Though she is blindfolded, she can sense the presence of his tumescent cock coming close to her mouth. She parts her lips, her tongue flicking the salty dew from the tip as she welcomes it in, thirstily suckling the hard fullness deeper and deeper into her throat.

He allows her to suck it in all the way and then before she can begin to suckle and stroke with an ardent tongue, he slides out, a smile playing across his face at the moan of frustration that slips from her lips as his cock does. Carefully he teases her lips with the crown of his penis, allowing her tongue to dart out, flicking caresses about the rim before allowing her to take it back into her mouth, drawing him all the way in again.

Repeatedly he allows her to bring him close to ejaculation, but stops her each time he feels too close. Kneeling sometimes to kiss her, other times letting her suckle on his fingers and thumbs as he caresses her clavicles with teasing passes of his cock.

The feel of the head of his penis on her flesh, in her mouth, against the soft fabric of her blouse over her breasts, teasing at the cleft of her cleavage fills her with a need for him. To have his cock, to own it, to swallow all of him within her has her bothered beyond her believing.

No one has ever teased her to this point of sexual frustration and arousal like this before. She must have him, will do anything for him. She is lost to the world and herself without him.



NOW



Blood wells into a drop, succumbs to the pull of gravity and drips down through the air to land with a splash in a glass of water.



THEN



She moans piteously, plaintively, urgently, open mouthed, blindfolded face searching, yearning to take him in her mouth. He takes her hair in his left hand, tilts her face back with his right under her chin and growls low in his throat. She moans and pleads “Please!”

“What?” the reply comes in such a low growl she feels it more than hears it.

“I want you!” she begs.

“Really? Why?” He murmurs like the soft rumble of distant thunder.

“I… I need you.” She moans.

“Do you? Why?” The thunder fills her being like a slow tide.

“Without you…” She stammers, “without you… I am nothing!”

“Without me you are nothing? What does that make me?” She quivers as the throbbing pulse of his words move like waves on the ocean through the depths of her soul.

“My master!” she sighs with quiet exultation and purrs with pleasure as he allows her to take him deep within her mouth to suckle and caress his rigidity with her eager tongue and burning lips until she feels him tense with the nearness of ejaculation. His fingers twined in her long curls.



NOW



Blood dilutes in water, Brownian motion and kinetic energy swirling it to softer shades of pink as the assembled party pause, awestruck in their conversation, staring first at the glass of water turning from clear to rosé, then to the ceiling where another drop separates from the dire chrysanthemum of claret that has bloomed there.





THEN



He arches backward in ecstasy, pulling his hands free from her flowing tresses. A few strands reluctant to let go of him, cause tears of painful pleasure to arc down from her crown. Greedily she suckles at the eruption of ejaculate from the head of his engorged penis. He shakes and jerks with each discharge, her tongue and lips caressing his pulsing shaft with enthusiasm as she endeavours to drink in all of the warm fluid that fills her mouth.

He groans and shifts, his cock sliding from her mouth suddenly, sending its contents over her face and across her breasts and the overflow slips from her hungry lips and spatters her cleavage like gobbets of moist hot icing. Ravenously she lunges forward to capture his spouting erection once again in her ardent mouth, blindly brushing the gushing head against her cheeks and chin until she can wrap her lips around the quivering flesh and once more suck it deep within the warmth of her lusting mouth.