Bound to Be Free

<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0><tr> <td valign="top" rowspan="2" width=120 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000" bgproperties="fixed" background="01078642egerdp.jpg"> <bR> </td> <td valign="top" height=428 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000" bgproperties="fixed" background="00f64643.jpg"> <div> <B>Bound to Be Free</B></div> <div>  <A NAME="bound_to_be_free"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A></div> <div> My knuckles turn white as I grab the headboard slats.  Ragged, panting grunts emerge from my throat even though I try and stop them.</div> <bR> <div> It's never been like this with anyone else.  Only him.  He's the only one who can do this to me.</div> <bR> <div> My body arches as pressure is applied just <I>so . . .</I> deep inside - where it matters - where it counts.  I hear the groan and wonder how my voice can convey so much with a single sound.  Puffed breath blows over my balls as the chuckle issues from him.</div> <bR> <div> "Yeah, that's it.  Don't hold back."</div> <bR> <div> Wet kisses cover my groin, sucking the flesh between teeth that bite oh so carefully.  The next sound from me is something akin to a sob as my body tries to push closer and jerk away at the same time.  A human being wasn't meant to know sensation like this.</div> <bR> <div> The creaking of the leather cuffs that hold me fast is the only sound as loud as my raspy breath.  These things are old - well used - well maintained.  Lined with something softer than velvet, they keep my arms and hands above my head - making me vulnerable . . . but only to him.  My eyes are blindfolded with black silk, tied just tight enough to stay in place - not tight enough to put any pressure across the bridge of my nose.</div> <bR> <div> I'm in a harness which slips around my neck and shoulders and has loops for my legs.  Even this has been padded and lined with the softest material imaginable.  This isn't about pain, not about control . . . it's about feeling and need and letting go so completely my very sanity threatens to slip.  He does this for me whenever I need it - and I needed this very badly today.  Very badly.</div> <bR> <div> I feel his hands - amazing hands - gliding over the skin of my butt.  I know what's coming and yet, at the moment his tongue licks a wet stripe over my twitching hole, I call out and he laughs again, pushing his tongue deep, deep inside me.  He hums and murmurs things - tells me how good it is - how good I am - how much he wants me.  He even says he loves me and I believe him - God help me, but I need him to say it to me every time.</div> <bR> <div> His whiskers scrape gently over my cleft as he licks his way up and down before stopping to probe inside me with his tongue again.  I feel the cool weight of the device he's chosen for today and I hold my breath as he pushes it inside me . . . slowly . . . easing it in, letting my body go at its own pace.  And then it's in and there's a moment when all I feel is the alien coolness pressing against my insides.  I feel a slight tickle against one butt cheek and realize with a start that it's a string . . . or a . . . cord?</div> <bR> <div> The vibrations begin and I suck in a breath.  How could he have known?  I said nothing, simply nodded when he asked if I was free that night.  How did he know that I needed to be done this way?  He does this for me - he watches me - measures how I'm feeling in the balance of our long association.  And now, as the intensity of the device is turned higher, he knows that I need to be pushed beyond my physical limits . . . and I know I'm willing to let him take me there.</div> <bR> <div> The licking begins again and I pull so hard on my restraints that I think I may snap the wood of the bedframe, but I don't care.  That irrepressible tongue is moving higher now and I know what I must look like, laying here, trussed up like some Thanksgiving turkey, bucking and humping against thin air because the flood of feelings is so damn strong I can't hold still.  There's no attempt to still me, no hands of restraint on my hips to make me lay quietly.  He wants me frantic, wants me wild and crazed and shouting into the warm air of the bedroom.</div> <bR> <div> "You're leaking," he says softly and the tip of his tongue dabs at the wet spots on my abdomen.  "Ah baby, you're leaking . . . that's so nice, so pretty.  You taste so good."</div> <bR> <div> This is where I've craved to be - outside myself - so completely swamped with physical sensation that my brain's off and I can't think beyond the next second.</div> <bR> <div> I'm muttering nonsense . . . pieces of words . . . acting like a damned fool and I don't care because <I>this</I> is where I needed to be, where he needed to take me.</div> <bR> <div> I feel him lean over me and I open my mouth.  His tongue is warm and slick and the bitter taste of my precome is heavy in his mouth.  I feel his hand move to something that's not me . . . and then I scream in agonized delight as the thing inside me shakes its way directly against my prostate and flares and flashes go off in front of my cloaked eyes like the biggest fireworks show ever invented.</div> <bR> <div> He swallows my curses and my begging, licks away my shouts and screams then latches his mouth onto my nipple to suck and bite until my voice is nearly gone from shouting with the ecstasy of it all.</div> <bR> <div> "It's time," he purrs against my ear and before I can draw in one more breath I feel the head of my cock slip inside his mouth as his fingers slide inside - stretching me farther - pushing the device hard against the center of me and I shriek . . . unable to stop myself.</div> <bR> <div> Falling, falling, not able to stop, not able to breathe as my body convulses in huge spasms that send me to the very brink of unconsciousness . . . and still he continues . . . forcing the feeling from me . . . making me go beyond my endurance . . . until my body is wracked again by another climax that is no less devastating than the first and bordering on the knife's edge of pain.</div> <bR> <div> I'm emptied - spent - a shell.  He stops, easing whatever it is he used on me from my body . . . kissing the still-twitching muscle of my ass until I begin to breathe more regularly.  He shifts, to lie beside me, and unties the silk from around my eyes, then rolls and lays his chest over mine as he undoes the cuffs from around my wrists.  I strain upward and swipe my tongue against his sweaty flesh.  He eases the strap of the harness away from my shoulders and over my head, carefully lowering my legs back onto the mattress.  All these things he shoves to the floor - they mean nothing to him now - I can see in his eyes that I'm his only consideration.</div> <bR> <div> "Okay?" he asks quietly.</div> <bR> <div> My heart is still beating fast and my breathing isn't back to its slow, steady pace, but I nod.  Sated and lethargic, I'm quickly reaching the point where I can barely keep my eyes open.  He smiles and kisses me, long and deep.  I can taste myself in his mouth, feel the streaks of his come against my hip and thigh and I know that in my release he has achieved his own.  I smile up at him and he knows . . . I'm fine.  I'm better than fine.</div> <bR> <div> I'm his.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> - finis -</div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="mailto:claforce@plotexpo.com" TARGET="_top" TITLE="mailto:claforce@plotexpo.com"><U>Give the author's ego a marshmallow . . . please feed the bear.</U></A></div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="id3_sg1_slash.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Stargate SG1 Slash Fiction"><U>Back to Fic List</U></A>     <A HREF="id2_directory.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Directory Listing"><U>Back to Directory</U></A></div> </td> <td valign="top" rowspan="2" width=120 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000" bgproperties="fixed" background="01178643.jpg"> <bR> </td> </tr><tr> <td valign="top" height=52 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000" bgproperties="fixed" background="00f64643.jpg"> <div> <TABLE BORDER="0" CELLPADDING="0" CELLSPACING="0" WIDTH="161" BORDERCOLORLIGHT="#C0C0C0" BORDERCOLORDARK="#808080" FRAME="BOX" RULES="ALL" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" > <tR> <tD VALIGN=CENTER HEIGHT= 45 ><NOBR><div> <IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="39" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" WIDTH="29"></div> </NOBR></tD> <tD VALIGN=TOP><NOBR><div> <A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Plotexpo.com"><U><IMG SRC="0181d270.jpg" border=0 width="29" height="39" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> <tD VALIGN=CENTER WIDTH="15"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="45" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="15" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></tD> <tD VALIGN=CENTER><NOBR><div> <A HREF="id44.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="New York Rendezvous"><U><IMG SRC="017271d0.jpg" border=0 width="39" height="29" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> <tD VALIGN=CENTER><NOBR><div> <A HREF="id46.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Rock Candy"><U><IMG SRC="016271d0.jpg" border=0 width="39" height="29" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></U></A></div> </NOBR></tD> </tR> </TABLE></div> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>