Part IV

Unless you're Errol Flynn, you can never completely tear apart a blouse or a shirt in one attempt, and there were a few buttons at the bottom that were still attached. These were unbuttoned swiftly, though I did ensure that Miss Gonzales had as much contact with the outside of my fingers and knuckles as I worked. I then unpeeled the blouse from her, and could picture the image in my mind. She was a writhing bundle of energy, and her tight, tanned skin undulated in three places: where I touched her, where I had touched her before, and where I was about to touch her. I could imagine seeing the contrast between the white blouse and the light-brown skin, between the starched cotton and the smooth skin, and between the prim straight lines of the pockets, and the gentle curves of her bosom, the ripples of her ribcage, the plain of her stomach. And finally, I smiled and I took a deep breath, because I knew that it was all at my mercy, and she wanted me to prove that I had none.

I leant forward, pausing an inch or so above her skin. Despite being blindfolded, I knew the distance because it was always at this distance where her aroma reached my nose. I breathed it in for a moment - her floral soap that I'd used on her in the shower that morning, mixed with her natural odour after a hard day pretending to work - and sighed. I moved down further, and kissed the part of the body that I was above, which happened to be the top of her breast. I heard a whimper, felt a shudder, and I guessed she was waiting for me to ask her what the problem was. I chose to delay that for a second. I moved down her left breast, planting soft, distinct kisses on her quivering flesh. I wanted that nipple. I would use it to prove that I had no mercy. My tongue hit it first, and although it was only an exploratory tongue as opposed to a teasing, provocative tongue, there were still several thuds as she shook her head (I heard the yoke clang) and her feet (heavy chains clanked). My mouth opened over her nipple, and then I closed my teeth upon it.

"Oh my goodnessssss," she hissed loudly from between her teeth.

To add to her arousal, I started taking off my clothes, still holding the nipple between my teeth. I wanted her to know that her moment was close, and tease her to see how long she would go before she screamed at me to fuck her senseless. There was now almost a constant clanking and clunking as she struggled, and I sensed that she was tugging hard on the bars of the yoke to try to get free. No mercy. I bit harder on the nipple, and flicked my tongue at the swollen bud in my mouth. She roared savagely, and then I heard something like a weak sob. I released a little of the tension, and now being fully naked, my hands were free to move on her body again. One rested on her free breast, the other stroked her cheek. She guessed the sign-language question.

"I'm ok, I'm ok," she panted softly. I bit the nipple again when I heard this. "Yowww! C-curse you, Ted Stoat!" she snarled.

It was almost time. I left her chest, and kissed down her body until I found the waistband of her skirt. This I removed swiftly, throwing it in the general direction of Dhyanna. That was the strange part - the only reason I was blindfolded was Dhyanna, yet when I was touching and kissing and biting Miss Gonzales, I was not aware of my sister at all. It was like she was not in the room. The toss of the skirt was a mere afterthought, as though to say "Oh right, you're here too."

I eased my way around the desk so that I was facing into Miss Gonzales' naked pussy. She seemed to know this, and the clanking of chains beckoned me onwards. Silly girl. I wondered when she would realise that the more desperate she became, the slower that I would be. Firstly, I placed my hands on her left ankle, and ran them swiftly up her leg, so the palms of my hands squeezed the calf, knee and thigh, and the fingers gave the calf and hamstring a deep rub. The other leg wiggled noisily: it either felt neglected or was expressing how aroused young Miss Gonzales was. I honestly didn't know, nor did I care, because I was too busy feeling for the stocking top. When I found it, I rolled it down her leg, not touching her with my fingers, but letting the soft silk roll build as I brought it down to her ankle. I repeated this with the other leg, and then I finally had to ask Miss Gonzales a question.

"Are you ready?"

"YesOhMyTedYesIAmReadyPleaseTedPleaseFuckMeNow !"

She was breathing so fast that to get her words out in one breath meant that she spoke at a super-fast pace. Even so, each word was clear and understandable, and surprisingly controlled, as though she had been rehearsing the answer to this question in her mind for a few long minutes.

I hopped onto the desk like a cat, my knees between her ankles. I heard the heavy yoke being lifted off the desk, and I knew Miss Gonzales was trying to see my naked body. I then stretched out on top of her carefully, kissing her on the stomach, chest and shoulder as I slid my torso over her frame. This was done quickly, because I felt as though I had teased her enough for now.

I moved up an inch or two, and rested my cock on top of her clit, while I positioned my lips directly over hers. I could hear her breathing much clearer now, and it was rushed, laboured and desperate. I chose to make this worse.

"Give me a breathe-out kiss," I ordered in a firm voice. "Explain what it is to Dhyanna first."

"Ooooo," sighed Miss Gonzales, in a voice that I estimated was about thirty seconds hard clit-rubbing away from a violent scream, "the b-b-breathe-out kiss. What I have to do is breathe out, get all the air out of my lungs, then k-kiss my man. He decides when the kiss can stop, and when I c-can breathe ag-again."

And with that, she followed the first part of the order. I felt a cool breeze on my chin as the air was expelled from her mouth, and then a slight lean forward to place her lips against mine. This was difficult for me - we had performed this kiss before on several occasions, but never with me being blindfold. I could not see the fear in her eyes, or the colour of her cheeks. I had to rely on my other senses to try to determine when to let her breathe. It was only when I heard a high pitched whine - something she clearly didn't intend to release - that I broke it off.

She heaved her chest so firmly that I knew I had chosen exactly the right moment. The loud gasps and gulps of air that she took emphasised it. The quiet "thank you" that she said in a whisper-voice between gulps made it all worthwhile.

"I think you deserve a fucking, don't you?" I said in a matter-of-fact voice.

"Yes, Ted," and I could hear her smile in her tone.

It was then that I was aware of more pronounced tinkling from my sister, still handcuffed to the radiator. "Can't you be quiet?" I snapped at her. "We're not going to let you loose."

"She doesn't want t-to be let loose," panted Miss Gonzales, almost back to full strength. "She just wants to be able to rub herself."

"Poor thing," I giggled, and then I vowed that I would ignore any sounds Dhyanna made for the rest of my time atop Miss Gonzales. I placed one hand on her left breast, squeezing the irresistible mount before moving it down to my crotch. When I was touching her, squeezing her, licking and kissing her, I was aroused, of course. But I was able, possibly through some natural tantric ability, to keep myself from boiling over. Now that I was ready to mount her, I was fully, almost painfully erect. Even so, I could still tease her. I let my cock rub against her clitoris, and I'm sure I felt her twitch as each vein and contour. As I touched the head against her labia, I realised how wet she was. I wasted no time in reminding her of this.

"My word, you do have a wet little honey pot today, don't you?"

I think she nodded, for I heard no voice. She was losing her mind with lust, or at least, that's what I hoped. I thrust in forcefully, and she purred like a cat. That's all. There was no loud scream, no instant orgasm, just a happy purr. But unless you were there and heard that purr, you will not believe me when I tell you it was the most arousing sound of any that I could have heard. Her pussy muscles tightened around me, and I could feel her knees digging into mine, as though she wanted to wrap her ankles around me. I continued to thrust, and I think I only maintained my steady rhythm because I couldn't see her face, couldn't see that open mouth, those black, bright eyes, the head tossing and the wrists straining against the yoke. I almost ripped the blindfold off at that point, but I vowed to keep it on, because I had enough to arouse me. Each grunt, each clenched-teeth "yesssss", each accidental bonk of her head against the leather when she lost herself, they were all too memorable.

I held myself steady with my left hand on the yoke, my other on the desk beside her left breast. My thrusts became more rapid, and then she asked me, in a voice that sounded desperate and afraid, "Please Ted, may I-" but I interrupted her. For once, there was no teasing, no prolonged question and answer session.

"Yes, you can come."

There was a shudder, and a rigid jerk of her body underneath me, and then a quiet, contented exhale of relief and joy. I left myself inside her for a second, wondering when she would realise that I was still hard, and hadn't come. She would know all too well in a moment, and I licked my lips in anticipation.

I withdrew slowly from her, and eased myself down to my feet again. She whimpered and shivered, she just wanted a hug, but I had to finish what I was doing first. I gave her a clear command.

"I want you as far up the desk as you can get."

She murmured an acknowledgement, a little more composure in her voice now that she had been sated, and I heard the familiar clunk and clink as she shuffled upwards. I edged around the desk to her head, and about two-thirds of the way there, I think she realised what I was going to do, got over-excited, and blurted out the first thing that came into her head. "OhMyYesIWannaSuckYouDry!" she cried out, happily.

She was a smart girl, that Miss Gonzales.

I reached her head and found it hanging over the edge of the desk, as I planned. I imagined the mouth would be open, and the throat open and eager, so I wondered if I should tease her or not. I did so by tapping my cock against her left cheek, then her right, saying despairing things like "Oh come on, Miss Gonzales, don't be shy!"

She was gurgling and growling, and her head was shaking, keen to take me in her mouth and reward me for what I'd given to her. I felt the occasional brush of soft hair against me, which made me twitch unintentionally. It was after one of these twitches that she accidentally caught me, wrapping her lips around the head of my manhood.

She had me, now I was about to have her.

I pushed my hips forwards and made my manhood disappear into her hungry mouth. It was hard not to picture her now, stretched out in a star formation, with her head upside down over the end of the desk, blood rushing to her head, ravenously bobbing back and forth on me, as best she could. Her neck must have been in a very sore position, and there may have been a little constriction around her throat as she stretched to contain me, but she did not complain.

I wondered whether I would have to force myself on her, but she was doing everything for me, so I leaned forwards, blindly found her nipples, and began to tug them savagely.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned. I wanted her to be in pain when I spurted into her. I was trying to condition her to expect it, and be aroused by it. I tugged and pinched and twisted. She began to judder. Knowing why I was doing this, she realised that the only way to get me to stop would be to make me come. Her tongue twisted around and tried to lap the underside of my cock, but then guessed that it might be better to curl it around the shaft, or lick the top.

It worked. When I told her in a manly purr, "Do not spill a drop, do not swallow," she "Mm-mmed" in understanding, and tightened her lips on my shaft. I exploded into her, my knees buckled a little and I almost lost balance. I tugged on whatever I was holding, happy with the unintended brutal nipple torture I was giving her.

I could never remember having such a satisfying orgasm. I was weak. I removed myself carefully from her, and staggered around to the side, where I could fall forwards over her body, exhausted. I hugged her for several minutes, hearing nothing from her, knowing that she still had my semen in her mouth.

"I'm about to take off my blindfold, Dhyanna. Please don't be offended if I don't look at you, I'm still kind of in the moment here," I sighed. I whipped off the blindfold, and looked at the body underneath me, even more beautiful than I had imagined. She looked exhausted but adorable.

There was one final thing I had to do, just because I could. I placed the keys to the padlocks of Miss Gonzales' yoke on the desk, next to the keys to the Dhyanna's handcuffs. I then unlocked the cuffs on Miss Gonzales' ankles, sat her up with her legs still apart, and gave her another firm hug. Finally, I turned to pick up my underwear.

"Miss Gonzales," I declared, a wide, malicious grin on my face as I saw her mouth tightly shut, "I'll be in my office, ready to give you a proper hug. Now, you could unlock Dhyanna and have her unlock your yoke, and then come to me. Alternatively, you could come now, keep the yoke on, and leave Dhyanna here. The choice is yours, but you can't swallow until I give you that hug. Understand."

She nodded, breathing a snort through her pixie nose. Without saying another word, I turned and left the room, leaving the most beautiful, wonderful woman in the world to make a decision.

The end.