Captain Chuck's Bondage Cruise

[alura]

A knock woke me from my dreams.

I stumbled blindly, trying to find the entrance.

Flinging open the door, expecting yet another punishment, I was shocked to see Amy standing there.

Until that point, she and I had had little to no contact, though I thought her beautiful and intelligent, so why she was there, staring at me at that very moment, I had no clue. I looked down at her and she looked up at me. She opened her mouth to speak and then closed it again, as though she had been about to say something, but now had forgotten what it was.

I acted without thinking.

Pulling her forward into the room, I closed the door behind her, crowding her tiny, lush body against the wooden frame. 'Amy' I whispered...'I am so tired of being alone. Don't leave me tonight....let me please you...stay with me.'

I didn't know why she'd come to my cabin.... I didn't even care. I only knew that I couldn't be alone.....the emptiness was to great. I pressed myself against her, pressing my mouth to hers, my tongue snaking against her lips teasingly, until she opened to me.

Then she was kissing me back in earnest, her tongue tentatively meeting mine. She shuddered, her nipples hardening against my bare skin. Whatever reasons she had come for no longer existed for either of us. All that mattered was the kiss.....hot, passionate, spicy, deep.

I felt her twine her arms about my neck and I pulled her forward, turning her slowly, backing her towards the bed. Crowding against her, I pressed even more insistently, until her knees were flush against the bedframe.

Then I leaned forward so that she had no choice but to lie down on the mattress. My hands were eager. I didn't bother with etiquette. Her buttons flew where they may. God forgive me; I would buy her a new outfit in the morning.

Her shirt slid open effortlessly and I leaned down, licking a gentle path around the circumfrence of her nipple. Amy groaned, her hips bucking against me as my mouth fastened itself to her breast, worshipping her as the goddess that she was. I looked up at her as I tasted her sweetness. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open; god, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen...

I teased her, my mouth traveling from nipple to nipple ... but suddenly, it wasn't enough anymore. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to feel her under my mouth; taste her juices as she screamed in estascy.

I slid lower, my mouth seeking.

She cried out, her legs sprawling open involuntarily as I found her wetness and spread it with trembling fingers. She smelled so good. I leaned forward slightly, inhaling the scent of her femininity.....overwhelmed with my eagerness to press myself against her warmth. But I held back, my fingers carressing her; I spread her wide for my persual, looking down at the beauty of the soft pink petals in front of me. Slowly sliding my right index finger into her vagina, I leaned closer, no longer able to contain my hunger.

Oh, god...she was so sweet. My tongue caressed her, learning the hills and valleys of her passion. I'd never made love to a woman before, but I instinctively knew what she liked. I lost myself in the taste and texture of her, listening to her whimpers and moans; her little strangled cries when I found just the right spot; I teased it with my tongue; feeling her hips lift involuntarily. But I didn't want her to moan.....I wanted her to scream.

I wanted her to call out my name and love only me.

I stopped teasing.

I slid my hands under her buttocks, holding her tightly against my mouth as I opened it against her, pressing closely, suckling; gently at first; but harder as her passion escalated. Keeping her pressed tightly against my mouth with my left hand, I slid my right one between us, slipping it inside of her. My fingers and my mouth quickly found the perfect rhythmn of love.

Amy sobbed, begging for me to end it, but I ignored her. Her taste was just too sweet; her kisses too wonderful, for me to leave her with less than perfection. And so, I persisted, my fingers and mouth creating a symphony of such intense pleasure that at last, when Amy finally orgasmned, she screamed and fainted.

Still keeping her pressed tightly to me, I took a moment to taste her one last time, my tongue lapping up the traces of her juices.

My hands released her buttocks, allowing her satiated body to fall back onto the mattress. Happy, unfufilled, but not caring at the moment, I crawled up her body and pulled her gently into my arms, holding her close to me.

The emptiness was gone.

The next morning, when we awoke, I hugged her close to me, gave her a loving kiss, and said "Now I want to know EVERYTHING about you...everything. I already know that you are special...I wouldn't have wanted to be with you otherwise. So now...I want you to share your heart with me...and I will do the same, in kind."

I really mean what I said, which surprised me. She was amazing....and I was totally into her. I wanted to know everything; absolutely everything; that there was to know about her.

And I wasn't taking no for an answer.