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In the forest, a twig snapped.
~striding, as usual, into the clearing in the thicket His eyes constantly on the move, brown leather and canvas rock boots allowing him to move with the minimum of noise, but He knows that this won’t be enough, somewhere out there probably watching, she waits. He stands motionless ears straining for the slightest noise, but all he can hear is the breeze in the trees and the rustling of four silk scarves hanging from his belt. In her territory He is the prey, she the huntress. The hairs at the nape of His neck rise, His sixth sense telling Him she is near. Suddenly He spins, meeting her leap head on, instead of landing on His back he catches her in His arms, her long legs wrap automatically round his waist~
“Now I’ve got you” He says with a grin and presses his lips to hers, she pouts as she realises her attack this time hasn’t been successful. Keeping His lips pressed to hers He lowers her to the ground covering her with His body, weighing her down. Unable to hold the pout under his onslaught of kisses she allows herself a half smile and starts to respond with her mouth and tongue. He runs a hand along one of her arms holding it out to one side, she feels the soft silk in his hand but it fails to register in her subconscious. He loops the silk over her wrist and then ties it to a wooden stake that is already in the ground, suprised at the restraint she glances to her outstretched arm, as she does so he is looping a second scarf over her other wrist, she turns her head to see the scarf being tied to another pre-positioned stake, then she realises that she has sprung the trap, that he had been the bait, and now she was caught. Barely pausing He slides to her feet, holding the powerful legs tightly to prevent her struggling, silk scarves go round each ankle and are duly tied to another pair of stakes. He kneels astride her, smug grin playing at the corners of his mouth. He lowers his face to hers and pulls back as she tries to bite his lip, laughing out loud He says “A proper little wild cat aren’t you, I shall have to see if you can’t be tamed”.
Reaching to the pocket of His moleskin shirt He takes out a surgeons scalpel, the thin stainless steel blade glinting in the sunlight breaking through the trees. Involuntarily she inhales rapidly at the sight of the instrument, holding it between thumb and forefinger He rocks it slowly sending light reflections dancing over her face, making her turn her head from the light. Leaning forward He holds the sharp blade under her chin, then with a flick of the wrist cuts the top button of her shirt off, the small white disc falling to one side of her face. He moves on to the next button, then the next each one sliced off with precision not a cut made in the fabric of the shirt. As each button is sent tumbling her breasts are slowly and seductively revealed, their full shape straining against the white lace of her bra, the outline of her nipples just visible against the lace. The final two buttons are cut away and the sides of her blouse gape open, He looks to her face, she is still unsure of Him and He can see it in her eyes. With an unwavering hand He runs the side of the blade across the top of her right breast letting her feel the cold of the metal against her skin. Following the line of her gold chain into the ivory skinned valley the blade traces a path to the fabric of her bra and the steel passes through the lace as if it weren’t there.
Her hair fallen over one shoulder, caressing the top of her left breast, her nipples like
little buttons, puckered and hard. He looked into her eyes, and leaned forward
to kiss her smiling lips. Kneeling again he lifted the scalpel to the silver ring letting the ring fall against the blade, gently pulling at the ring, metal on metal. Taking the waistband of her skirt in one hand he let the surgeon’s tool cut the length of a seam, the skirt opening like theatre curtains showing off the firm legs already held apart by the bonds at her ankles. She could feel her soft flesh sliding against the insides of His legs as He slid his thigh up and down between hers. She felt Him move down a little, and then her nipple was between His lips. He moved His hand to the back of her head, drawing her into His body. His tongue traced little circles around her hard
nipple, nibbling a little with His teeth. She was trembling and making little noises at the back of her throat. Her hips were moving up and down, already wanting to feel something pushing back against them. Sliding His body further down her His hand stroked her belly, just stopping above the waist of her tiny panties. She was pushing up at Him, wanting to feel His hand lower. Slowly He slipped it over the front of her panties, cupping her pussy in His hand. Keeping His hand there He came up to kiss her mouth again. His tongue thrust its way between her lips, and He gently squeezed her pussy. She wanted to close her thighs round the hand, trapping it between them, and riding it through orgasm. His fingers ran over her pubic hair, twisting it and stroking it, but not touching her lips. He was building her up and teasing. There was no way she was going to complain, this was exquisite torture. His fingers snaked down, grazing the top of her lips, sliding down, and then dipping inside her. She felt His fingers in her, and felt how wet she was making them. She started to move on them, but as soon as she did He withdrew them slowly, and drew them up over the length of her slit, covering her lips with her own moisture. Gently He opened her up, and stroked the underside of her clit, teasing it out of its fleshy hood. His fingers had her on fire and again she moved against His hand, wanting it to touch her harder and faster. He lay across her upper body and kissed her, hard almost desperate kisses. The scalpel danced again in the dappled sunlight as he cut her panties from her pale skin. His fingers moved a little higher, one either side of her clit now, pinching and moving in small circles on it.. She felt her body tensing, and in one movement He slid down to replace His fingers with His mouth. He blew gently over her lips, and felt her shiver in anticipation, she was so open and wet He had no trouble finding exactly the touch she liked. He ran His tongue up and down the length of her pussy. Every few strokes He stopped to draw her lips between His, nibbling gently at them. Again He started licking her, and using His fingers on her. He placed a finger either side of her clit, and opened her up to His gaze useing His fingers to open her up, spreading her lips like a rose unfurling in the sunlight, and there was dew on her petals too, just like that rose. Then, with her clit trapped like that He started running His tongue over the very tip of it. He could feel it swell under His touch, hands were under her bottom, pulling her towards Him and keeping her open to His touch. Her juices were seeping out all over His face as He ground it against her, finally He centred His mouth on the hard little bud of flesh that was waiting to be worshipped. He covered her with His mouth, like a lover's kiss. His tongue, instead of finding another tongue to duel with found her clitoris again, and began to move over and around it, stroking gently and firmly at her, feeling her squirm under His touch. He was controlling the pace now, she'd cum when He wanted her to and not before. He was keeping a constant pace with His caresses, fast enough to give the promise of orgasm, but light enough so He wouldn't make her cum too soon. She was breathing fast, trying to push herself harder against Him, He increased the pressure a little and she moaned long and low, almost a growl. Faster and faster on her now, lifting her clit with His tongue, running the tongue from the underside and up to the very tip of it. She was very close, she was making little "Yes yes" noises, and bucking against Him like a wild animal. It took all His strength to keep His mouth in place on her. He changed to a circular motion, swirling her clit round and round, He felt her tense, and then with a slow exhalation of breath she started to cum.
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