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Any Other Way


Aislinn Roylance lay in her beloved's arms and, in a moment of childish
self-absorption, wished that the whole world would fade away and leave
them there together like that for all eternity.
They lay on the bed fully clothed and chaste; Aislinn listening to
Jake's heartbeat through the thin, starched cotton of his shirt, her
bright red hair spilling out over his chest like blood running from an
arterial wound. She loved the way his long, lanky arms enveloped her tiny
body and made her feel warm and safe.
Aislinn took a deep breath and then exhaled in a long, heavy sigh. She
had finally reached the point to will herself into action, and her body
began to tremble accordingly.
"Hey," Jake said, acutely aware of the sudden tension in the air,
"You're shaking like a leaf, what's wrong?"
She looked up from his chest into his eyes - their eyes were almost the
exact same shade of brown - and asked in a timorous voice, "Do you love
me?"
On the one hand, she hated herself for asking the question. Jake was
like no other man she'd been with in her twenty-five years of life. They'd
been seeing each other for over four months and he'd yet to carp or
complain or even act upset about the fact that they had yet to make love.
Of course, she'd explained why at a very early stage, but she always did
and the other boys she'd dated had nevertheless always ended up getting
bored or frustrated with her and eventually found what they needed
elsewhere. Jake had never been anything but kind and understanding, even
after the two or three "false alarms" she'd instigated.
"Yes," he said softly in reply, brushing stray strands of hair from her
face, "More than anything."
She sighed again. It was a terrible thing to ask a man who had put up
with her for so long and asked for so little in return, but she had to
know.
"Do you really?" she asked again in all seriousness. His brow furrowed
in agitation as he began to feel slightly insulted, but she added hastily,
"I mean, a lot of men - and women too, I guess - they come up with these
ideal... visions of what they want, who they want. And then when they meet
someone who's close, who looks like or acts sorta like what they're
looking for, they... project those visions onto that person. So that what
they're really in love with is that vision, that image, and not really the
person underneath? Does that make sense at all?"
It did make sense to Jake, especially coming from Aislinn, whose petite
body and crimson hair and soft, beautiful features made her almost a dead
ringer for Disney's version of "The Little Mermaid." In fact, the fist
time he had ever seen her had been emerging from the pool at the health
club, and he'd been powerfully taken by the image himself. When he told
her about that later, after they'd started dating, she admitted that a lot
of guys had been attracted to her because of it, and that most left
shortly after finding out that she was nothing like the sweet, docile
little princess of the movie.
"I love YOU, Aislinn," he said, and reached over with his left hand and
cupped the side of her face gently. She moaned softly in reply. The first
time he had ever done that had lead to one of the "false alarms" and now
it only served to heighten her building arousal.
She known she'd wanted him since before the start. She'd been the
instigator, approaching him at the juice bar of the health club they both
worked out at. It only took one date for her to confirm most of her hopes
about him, and after their second, she'd invited him back to her house
with the aim of finally finding within his embrace a ward to drive away
the demons of her past. They'd slow danced in the living room to her
mother's scratchy old big band records, and he finally worked up the
courage to ask her why she always wore her hair so as to cover the left
side of her face. She told him about the time when she was seven and some
boys had thought it funny to whip a slush-ball against the side of her
head while she waited for the school bus one January morning. But the ball
had been more gravel than slush, and she'd been knocked to the pavement,
shattering five of her permanent teeth in the process. She'd ended up
terrible scars on the side of her face, and had simply gotten into the
habit of brushing her hair over to cover them.
She'd begun to shake uncontrollably as he gently reached over and
uncovered the afflicted side. He'd told her the skin was like an unbroken
expanse of cream and gently pressed his palm to her cheek to prove it. Her
eyes had fluttered and she'd reached up on tiptoe and kissed him.
A minute later it had all gone sour. They'd been wrestling passionately
on the couch and she'd reached down to the crotch of his pants to free
him, and free herself; but slush-balls and broken teeth weren't the only
traumas of her childhood, and upon touching the hard, hot flesh of his
cock she was once again transported back to her fifteenth year and the
most excruciating hour of her entire life. She screamed, recoiled in
terror and flailed at Jake furiously with her arms and legs.
As soon as she'd regained some control of herself, she'd curled up into
a ball and began to cry. It hadn't been the first time she'd suffered a
flashback of that nature, and she thought she knew what to expect from
Jake. But instead of getting insulted or freaked out, Jake went to her and
put his arms around her carefully and spoke soft comforting words into her
ear. Her rocked her gently until the worst was past and she was able to
explain about the r*pe and the subsequent year spent in an institution.
Ten years later and the thought of a man penetrating her body still filled
her with stark raving terror. She apologized for leading him on, and said
she'd understand if he didn't want to be with a woman who couldn't give
him what he wanted. He just laughed and kissed the top of her had and told
her that as long as she wanted him around, he wasn't going anywhere.
From that moment on she had loved him without thought or question.
Aislinn extracted herself with great effort from his embrace, and
slowly crawled out of bed.
"Do you trust me?" she asked.
He looked at her oddly, wondering where the hell all this was leading,
but he answered, "With my life."
She couldn't speak, merely nodded as a tear rolled down her cheek.
"Take off your clothes," she said.
Jake sighed and rolled his eyes. They had done this dance before.
Aislinn had expected such a response and said, "This time will be
different, I promise you that."
"Okay," he said, not sounding convinced, but he slowly, cautiously,
pulled off his work short and then his undershirt, exposing his broad,
wiry basketball player's chest. Aislinn sighed and took a step backwards.
If Jake had been careful to go slow taking off his shirt, he positively
crept through removing his pants. Aislinn began to rock up and down on her
heels as the nervous excitement grew greater and greater until she wasn't
sure how much more she could stand. She whimpered as he slid off his
underwear. Jake's cock wasn't a record-setter, but it was thick and well
proportioned to his long, lean body.
Jake peeled off his socks almost as an afterthought and then looked at
Aislinn expectantly. She turned, opened the top drawer of her dresser and
pulled some things out. She kept them behind her back and she spun around
and advanced hesitantly on the bed.
"Close your eyes," she whispered huskily.
Jake did as she asked and presently felt her hands wrap something
around his head, tying it tight in the back with a rasp of fabric. He
cracked one eye open just a sliver and found that his world had gone
almost entirely black, with just a vague, shadowy hint of motion to
indicate where Aislinn was.
As he reached up to touch the blindfold, she took his right hand and
gently pulled it away, stretching his arm out to the corner of the bed. He
heard a faint clatter of metal just before the cold smooth metal slid
around his wrist and locked into place with a click. She quickly locked
the other cuff to the bed frame.
Jake's mouth slowly opened as he began to form a question, but she put
her finger to his lips and shushed him.
"Trust me," she reminded him.
As she circled the bed, she noticed the way he slowly twisted and
turned his trapped wrist in the cuff. He didn't pull or jerk; rather he
just appeared to be acclimating himself to the feel of it.
She moved swiftly to lock his other wrist into place. He offered no
resistance, but once it was done, a shiver ran through his body as he
struggled to hold back his fight-or-flight reflexes.
Once she was certain he was secure, she wormed her way out of her
dress, her eyes never leaving his cock for a second. Her mouth was bone
dry, but she noted, blushing, that her pussy was very, very wet.
She got the clothesline next and began to tie each ankle to a corner of
the bed as well. It was gratuitous, perhaps, but it was of the utmost
importance to her that he be completely helpless, that she have complete
control.
When that was finished, she took a deep breath and stood back to admire
her handiwork. She was pleased, and a little amused, that Jake's cock
seemed to responding to his bondage so ardently. She shook her head and
moved towards the master bath.
"One more thing," she said.
"Aislinn..." Jake said, sounding a little nervous.
She moved back beside him, hovering anxiously for a moment. Then, in an
instant of inspiration, she slid her hand into her sopping vagina, rolling
her eyes in embarrassment over how wet she was getting about all this. She
slipped one juice-soaked finger into his gaping mouth to let him know just
how excited she was. His lips closed over her finger and he started to
suckle it in a most gratifying way.
"One more thing," she repeated, softly stroking his straining chest.
She dashed into the bathroom before he could distract her further.
Aislinn got a washcloth and turned the faucet in the sink to "Cold." As
she soaked the cloth in one hand, she examined the two shiny rings she
held in the other. The very fact that she had those sex... things in her
house caused her to experience an all new rush of heat.
She was shaking pretty badly herself by the time she returned to the
bedroom. Because of his position, spread-eagled on the bed, she'd had to
stretch to reach his groin.
She leaned over across the mattress and clamped the frigid washcloth
around Jake's penis. He cried out in surprise to the nasty shock and began
to struggle with his restraints for the first time. She watched him twist
and pull with open wonderment; his cries of protest landing on highly
attentive ears. Aislinn hadn't expected to enjoy any of this part at all,
let alone find herself growing more and more turned on by the minute.
When he'd grown soft enough, she tossed the rag aside and hastily slid
the first ring over his cock and slipped it down to the base. Jake made a
low sound of pleasure, and she was amazed as he began to stiffen up again
almost immediately at her touch. She was so intent on watching his cock
harden, that she almost forgot the second ring, and had to move fast to
thread it onto his swelling dick. She held the ring slightly below the
rose-colored tip, and started to absently play with the velvety skin on
top.
"Ah," Jake sighed as his cock expanded to the width of the rings. For a
second, it actually felt quite pleasant, especially with her gently
stroking his glans. But his penis continued to grow.
"Uh," he said as Aislinn watched, fascinated, as the length of flesh
between the rings began to swell and bulge around the metal's confines.
Veins began to stand out and all the exposed flesh turned a brighter shade
of red than her hair.
"Aislinn," he said, his voice betraying sudden panic, "That really
hurts!"
"I can imagine," she replied distractedly, running a finger along the
now purplish stretch of ripening flesh.
He cried out in genuine pain as the rings continued to dig into his
flesh, or rather, as his flesh continued to expand mercilessly around
their unyielding confines.
Aislinn pulled herself back off the bed and, spurred by his vocal
suffering, slid one hand into her cunt while the other tweaked a nipple.
She came so fast and so unexpectedly, that her knees buckled out from
under her and she had to slam her hands onto the mattress to keep from
hitting the floor. Jake, who only knew that something had hit the bed with
tremendous force, wailed in pure fear.
Sweat was beginning to form on her brow as she crawled up onto the bed
like a stalking panther, and pulled herself into a squatting position of
Jake's tormented manhood. She grasped it in her hand, but despite the
tremendous strain on her calves, she had to take one more second to fully
drink in the image of Jake's grimace-wracked face, to savor the pitiful
sound of his agonized whimpering. Then she impaled herself upon it; only
dimly aware of the way it seemed to split her body, the searing heat of
it, as she came for the second time; moaning, almost lowing, as she was
completely overwhelmed by the ecstasy of the moment.
At the same time, Jake was receiving the worst surprise of his entire
life. In spite of the tremendous pain he was enduring, the sensation of
Aislinn's hot, wet cunt ensconcing his prick sent waves of pleasure
greater than any he had ever know racing through his overheated body. Yet,
at the brink of what should have been the most soul-shattering orgasm of
his life, he found his released denied; choked off by the hateful rings of
steel around cock.
He began to screech in frustration even as Aislinn, determined to get
at least one more orgasm out of him, began to buck up and down upon his
hips furiously. In the morning, she would love him again, but at that
instant she desired only to fuck him, to use him.
Her grunts were angry, savage things; and Jake was momentarily shocked
out of his fog of despair when he heard the girl who used words like
"Fudge" and "Darn" snarl "Fuck!"
And then suddenly her whole world seemed to explode somewhere just
behind her eyes, and her entire body seized up as she made a series of
strange, monkey-like sounds; as if her civilized human mind could not find
the proper words to express what she was experiencing.
She held that position for a while afterward, letting the sensation
linger. Sweat dripped down from her face and landed on Jake's chest, where
it mingled with his own perspiration and formed wide pools. She could feel
the erratic beating of his heart throb deep within her.
And then it had passed, and Aislinn, with Jake's unrelentingly engorged
penis still inside her, lowered her hot sweaty body on top of his, and
lapped idly at the rivulets of sweat that soaked his skin.
In a little while, she told herself, feeling selfish and mean and
unspeakably satisfied; in a little while she'd take off the cock rings.
But Aislinn Roylance had already decided that the rest of the bonds
would stay on, at least until the sun came up, and her thoughts raced to
the unexpectedly vast possibilities that lay beyond.

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I'm a bitch, I'm a tease, I'm a goddess on her knees
When you hurt, when you suffer - I'm your angel undercover
I've been up, I'm revived. Can't say I'm not alive!
You know I wouldn't want it ANY other way!

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