THE LIBRARY: Rebound Part Forty

{This story originally appeared on BDSMARTWORK and features some amazing art by SteveWe thank them for letting us share it with you here}

Shh, shh, shh,” he hissed, choking her as she blinked furiously, her luscious form undulating. “There, there,” he whispered, using his forefinger to wipe the cum from her eyes, “it’s okay, it’s okayyyy…!”

Then, his fingers coated in cream, he moved his arm down slowly to her inflating chest.

He began to slowly massage the jiz into her cheeks and breasts as she desolately wept.

“Wow, good thing this bed is well made, huh?” he mused almost inaudibly. “Swallows up a shitload of stuff, huh? And speaking of that…?” He pressed down on her, resting his chin on her cheek. “Whatdyathink? Should I milf it?” Leesa’s eyes snapped open, blazing. She stared at him in renewed disbelieving horror. But he just smiled. “Whatdyathink?” he repeated. She shook her head sharply. “No? Why not?” She just stared in mounting anguish. “I mean, she’s gotta be pretty hot if she made you, right?”

Leesa desperately pressed herself urgently against him, squishing her sticky breasts against his chest. “What? You want me to go?” She shook her head wildly, clamping him with her thighs. She used her chin like a clamp to pull his face closer. “Now that’s more like it,” he chortled, spasmodically gripping her squishy tit. “But been there, done that, baby.”

Leesa stiffened in dread. Their eyes locked, his hand never leaving her chest. “Yeah,” he softly drawled. “You know what I want … the one thing I can’t take….” Tears began to pour from her beautiful, bright blue eyes. “Hey,” he warned, “either I get it from you, or….” He began to sit up. The blonde beneath him immediately mashed herself up against him, nodding furiously.

He casually spread his fingers across her face and pushed her down to the pillows. “So, you agree, right?” She nodded agitatedly. “And you know what happens if there’s a noise or nibble, right?”  The tears renewed but she nodded again. His smile widened in every imaginable way as he leaned down until his face was a hair from hers. “Just in case your imagination is not as good as mine, you’ll still be here, and she’ll be dead … but not before I show you how it’s done, right?”

Leesa Mendaski could no longer contain her sobs. He watched her tits quake for a second then gripped her throat again. “Right?” she hissed, shaking her sharply, once. The tears were choked off, literally and figuratively. She froze there, her glistening eyes staring in apprehension.

“Okay then,” he murmured and began to remove her gag. It wasn’t easy. The thing was the most cunning, effective muzzle imaginable, and he was being careful not to make it pop or snap. No blue goo either, since he wanted all her mouth and throat muscles at their prime.

But within a minute, Leesa Mendaski sat up in her own bed, her wrists still lashed behind her, her face and mouth free for the first time in days.

He kneeled at her waist, his erection pointing between her eyes. They just stayed that way for an endless second: a horrid tableau as a thousand possibilities rocketed through her brain. But she lunged forward as she felt, more than saw, his expression start to change from powerlust to angry impatience.

He didn’t even get the “Well?” or “Go!” out when she took his cock into her mouth and started sucking, licking, and surging – with abandon but without another sound.

Within moments, his hands were on her head and behind her neck as he exulted in her horrible trap and the sensations of her desperation.


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