Chapter 4
Robert Malbin was uneasy. He did not feel comfortable arguing with his boss, but when it came to matters of conviction, there was little else he could do. He stood in front of Howard Jarvis' desk, trying hard to seem firm in his resolve.
"I don't think you can dismiss it as easily as that, Sir," he insisted, hoping that he didn't sound too smug or demanding.
Howard Jarvis ran a hand through his white mane of hair and shook his head angrily. "God damn it, Malbin, sometimes I wonder who you think runs this firm," he snarled. "We decide which clients were take on, not the clerks, you know!"
Malbin sighed. This was a trying time for him in any event, ft didn't help matters any that he felt his boss was being more than a little stupid and pig headed. He shook his head again.
"If you don't take this girl's case on, Sir, f will have to do it myself," he said flatly. "I'll just have to handle this on my own time, then."
Jarvis stared at the big, overweight man with amusement in his eyes. "I bet you would, too," he groaned. "I just bet you'd do that, wouldn't you?"
"She needs help, Sir," Malbin insisted. "I know you think she's nuts, but I feel there is something more to. this than meets the eye."
"And what marvelous bit of insight give you that idea, may I ask?" the older man, wondered aloud. "Tell me all about this hunch of yours, Malbin."
Robert Malbin did not respond. He had no intention of telling Howard Jarvis what had happened just a few nights ago. That whipping he had given her, the painful beating she had demanded. It was like a nightmare to him, and he wasn't about to tell Jarvis any of his part in it.
He still couldn't believe that he had done what he had done. It made no difference to him that she had begged him for it, had pleaded with him to tie her up and beat her savagely. He had done it, and that scared him.
After that first afternoon, he tried to get the firm to take her case. She would say no more to the other members, beyond that fact that she wanted to sue her employer for abusing her.
To Malbin, she told more. As they had laid in bed after the first session, he shaking with fear at what he had done, she told him what little she knew. Her boss, Steven Devane, was a member of some secret soceity called the Brotherhood.
She didn't know very much more about it, other than the fact that there were many other members, the whole world around, and they had plans to gain power in dozens of governments.
Why, she had been brought into this, she could not tell him. She could only say that it appeared they were in need of women, and she suspected that this was to recruit new members to the secret organization.
"You saw how you responded," she told him, simply. "You beat the hell out of me, didn't you?"
Malbin winced at that but nodded. "I didn't have any idea I could do something like that," he moaned. "I swear, it never crossed my mind before."
She nodded with a sigh, allowing him to smear a bit of soothing ointment over her bruised back and buttocks. "I know, Devane tells me all men have such secret wishes," she explained. "The Brotherhood exploits them, and pulls its members in through that wish that burns in the soul of every man."
"The wish to bind a woman into helpless submission, and punish her cruelly?" Malbin had asked, quietly.
Karen had nodded.
Then she disappeared without a trace. He tried for three days to track her down, but she left no word at her apartment. When she surfaced again, she came to him late at night, and begged him to beat her again.
This time, she wanted a more brutal punishment, and Malbin once more found himself gathered into the urge and excitement, unable to keep from lashing the willing, bound woman into a state of screaming ecstasy. Only when his blows drew blood, was he able to cease beating her, shocked back into reality again.
Once more she disappeared, and this time it had been over a week since he last saw her. He was growing more and more worried each day, and that was why he was urging Howard Jarvis to take the case on. Only by going through a legal process could the facts be brought to light.
"Well since this woman is nowhere to be found, what do you propose to do first?" Jarvis asked, his voice slightly taunting.
Malbin smiled. "I thought I would take a run over to the U.N., Sir," he said. "Devane is set for a meeting with Michael Horden, our ambassador, I just thought I'd casually happen to be around, perhaps catch him in an idle moment."
Jarvis sighed in exasperation and waved Malbin away. "All right, go ahead," he snarled. "But if you get your ass into hot water, don't coming running to the firm to turn off the gas.
Malbin nodded quickly. "I won't. Sir," he said. "And thank you!"
On the way to the U.N., Malbin tried to figure out how to approach Steven Devane. He felt that the best way was to act completely casual. Just to probe a bit, find out what the man's interests were. There was no need to mention Karen Bruce other than in passing, he thought, and gauge Devane's reaction.
He was making his way to the General Assembly when he turned a corner and bumped into a young woman coming out of the elevator. He knocked the stack of folders she was carrying out of her hands and quickly bent to pick them up.
He stopped short when he saw her face. "Darla?" he asked. "Aren't you Darla James, Miss?"
The girl peered at him, then broke into laughter. "Well, Bob Malbin, it's been a long time," she smiled, taking the hand of the young man who had first made love to her so long ago.
"What are you doing here," he asked. "I never would have suspected you working as a clerk in the U.N." .
She chuckled. "It's a bit more than that," she assured him. "I'm an aide to Ambassador Horden, and quite a good one, I might add."
Malbin's face darkened for a moment. "How about that," he chuckled. "I'm just on my way to see him, or rather his guest!"
Darla now appeared to be concerned. Carefully she asked Malbin's business with the man from the defense industry. "Is he in some kind of trouble?" she asked, after Malbin told her about the law firm he worked with.
He shook his head as they walked along. "No, I just want to see if he happens to know where a client of ours, is," he lied. "She's skipped without paying her bill. Nothing to do with him, actually."
Darla seemed to be relieved and Malbin felt a dread running through him. He had liked the girl from the moment he met her years before, and had been greatly disappointed when she did not want to continue seeing him. He found her to be bright and charming, aside from being a very delightful lover, even if it had been the first time for her. He did not like to think she might be involved in something dangerous or bad, such as Karen Bruce's disappearance.
"Listen," he asked her, stopping her before they reached the great hall where the assembly met. "How about dinner this evening?"
Darla was about to say no, but something stopped her. She had been feeling so confused and strange, lately, that she wondered if some outside advice might not be in order. She gazed into the kind, warm eyes of Robert Malbin, and suddenly found herself accepting his invitation.
He smiled happily and opened the door for her, and they both stepped into the room. As they took seats near the back of the hall, Darla felt her thoughts drifting back to the evening before. Just two nights ago she would never have accepted a date with the big, gentle man beside her, she would have felt 'no need, but now, it was different, now she was more worried than she ever had been before.
All the day after that strange night at Michael's house, she tried to piece it all together. When she awoke on his divan, she asked him what had happened in the room, but he acted as if he didn't know what she was talking about.
He tried to convince her she had had a nightmare, and she might have believed him, if Steven Devane hadn't shown up in the office the next day, and what Michael had done to her the following evening hadn't taken place.
She leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes now, allowing herself to remember everything completely, for she had the feeling she was going to be telling Bob Malbin a lot before this night was through.
Michael had not spoken of the night before all during their dinner. He brought her back to his apartment once again, though she had not wanted to return to it, for she feared the sense of being controlled by him, whenever they were there. But of, course, she had given in and returned for him, his quiet insistence was too much for her to fight.
She ached to tell him of her doubts and fears but said nothing as they shared brandy, as before, on his large divan. "Ahh, you are so beautiful, my dear Darla," he had whispered lovingly.
She felt his lips at her ear lobe, nibbling the tender bit of flesh, endearingly. She shuddered as his teeth took sharp, tiny bites, giving her a bit of pain that was somehow exciting and stimulating.
"Ohh, Michael," she said, her voice already quivering with desire. "I just don't understand you. I don't understand us, either!"
He laughed, pulling away from her and shaking his head. "I am offering you love, and you tell me you don't understand?" he looked stern. "You will just have to learn to trust me, Darla, that's all!"
She wanted to trust him. More than anything else she had ever wanted in her young life, she ached to be able to trust completely, this strong, powerful man who claimed to love her so deeply.
But the nagging doubts about him, about even herself and how she responded to him, would not go away. She rose from the divan and began to pace back and forth, shivering as she walked in front of him, for speaking was difficult and even frightening to her.
"I just don't know, Michael," she sighed. "These things that we do, the tying and the beating, I just don't know."
"You have enjoyed yourself so far, haven't you?" he asked coldly. "Haven't you enjoyed the sense of freedom you get when you are completely helpless, totally under my control? Haven't you enjoyed that immensely?"
She wanted to scream at him that that was just the point, that she had enjoyed it to a certain degree, and that was exactly what frightened her. But no words would come to her, and she could only stare at him helplessly.
Michael Horden now laughed and rose to his feet, beckoning her to his open embrace. She went to him, as if in" a trance, suddenly feeling too weak and exhausted to argue with him. His strong arms enfolded her, and his voice whispered soothingly in her ear.
"I know what is best for you my love," he said, sensuously, his hand brushing up and down the smooth, delicate track of her spine. "I know all that you desire, even as you do not know it yourself!"
She shuddered, unable to resist the power of his voice, the warmth of his embrace, nor the tingling caress of his hand. His lips moved over her cheek and to her own, succulent petals and she kissed him passionately, then.
He ground his mouth over hers savagely, his teeth biting at her lips, then his tongue probing, insistently, between them. She moaned as she felt the seeking spear lashing against her own pink, moist arrow, and the faint stirring in her loins grew more powerful and demanding, now.
"You have to learn to enjoy yourself with me, more, my dear," he told her slipping his strong right arm underneath her legs and lifting her in the air. "You have to relax and embrace the love that I offer you."
Slowly he carried her into the bed room and then set her down on the big, round bed. She was trembling with excitement now, her flesh damp with the sweat of her rising passion. She moaned and sighed as the bent over her, his fingers quickly pulling down the zipper to her pant suit.
She heard the sensual hiss of the zipper riding down over her breasts to her crotch and the pressure of his fingers moving against the garment made her quiver with anticipation, now. The zipper ended at the apex of her legs and she went limp as he turned her body to free her of the unwanted suit.
He placed it on a chair and gazed at her, fondly, now, as she lay on the bed, clad only in her bra and panty hose. He beckoned to her to rise and she sat up, allowing him to reach behind her back and unfasten her bra.
It came free with a loud snap and her pert, round breasts bobbled enticingly on her chest, the nipples already firm and erect, two, sweet pink nubs against the lush, alabaster background of her precious globes.
Quickly his hands dropped to her hips and he slid her panty hose down over her creamy thighs and long, tapered legs. She giggled almost girlishly as he pulled them over her tiny, exquisite feet, dropping them carelessly to the floor.
She watched with growing excitement as he quickly removed his shirt and tie, and slipped out of his trousers. His shorts were already bulging with the erection he had, and she, gasped in greedy delight as he slipped out of them, revealing the thick, hard prong of his huge cock.
"You must learn a lesson in obedience," he barked softly. "Come here to me, Darla, I will now teach you how to act with me!"
As if in a dream, she rose from the bed, unable now, because of the throbbing need for him that burned in her loins, to resist his command. She drew up next to him, and he quickly turned her around.
He took hold of her arms and pulled them hard behind her back. She winced as she felt him lashing her wrists together with a thin length of rope, tying the knot as tightly as he could. The rope cut into the flesh of her wrists as it had so often in the past, and already the dull throbbing ache was racing through her arms.
Now he bent down and lashed her ankles together with another length of cord, this time slipping the dangling length of the first, through the space between her supple legs. He pulled up on the cord, savagely, making her bend backward, almost pulling her feet out-from underneath her.
"You are quite helpless, now, Darla," he laughed softly. "You are my captive, my complete and defenseless slave."
She moaned, fear rushing through her, even as the persistent sense of delight would not leave her. The curious mixture of emotions, fear and excitement at her helpless position, grew stronger, until she could not tell which of them was the more dominant of sensations.
He bent into her, then, pressing his lips on her shoulders, running them back and forth in a maddening, exciting manner. She groaned as he tugged on the cord once more, clasping one of his hands over her left breast to keep her from falling to the floor.
"God, God, Michael, I'm so afraid," she whispered, her voice quivering with emotion at this point. "Help me, Michael, please, I am so scared!"
She was trembling so violently, by now, that she could barely remain erect on her tightly bound feet. She could feel his prick, thick and hard, throbbing against the moist, quivering cleft of her buttocks, and as her terror grew, so it seemed, did the powerful pulsation in his shaft.
He chuckled, kneading her firm, round globe in his fingers. Her nipple was pressed tightly into his palm and she groaned as he mashed his hand down hard on the luscious sphere, digging his fingers deep into her soft, pliant mound.
She groaned and shuddered, rocking from left to right on her heels, feeling her whole body, it seemed, growing more excited with his almost savage caress. He dropped his hand down to her belly, slithering his fingers through the thick, silken strands of hair that covered her pussy mound, and tugged on them, playfully.
"That's exactly how you should feel, my love," he laughed, softly. "I want you afraid, I want you terrified. F think you will come to see how delightful it is to be trapped, to be completely helpless!"
She moaned once more, unable to escape the dull, almost painful throbbing in her loins as his fingers kneaded and caressed her precious mound. He slithered two digits up and down along the length of her cunt petals, pinching them between his roaming digits, rolling the slippery lips back and forth.
The waves of pure, searing need rippled through her pit with growing power and force.
The hot, stinging pleasure of his fingers massaging her warm, dripping cunt petals grew stronger, and she began to feel the liquid fire of wanting tearing through her entire body, now.
"Ohh, Michael, you make me feel so wonderful," she moaned, bucking her cunt, spasmodically into his hand. "I.. . T can't stand it when you touch me like this!"
He laughed again, yanking harder on the rope. She felt her feet going out from under her and she screamed out in fear as she fell downward to the floor. He did not allow her to land heavily, but rather followed her down, guiding her to her knees. He pulled hard on the rope, now, drawing her legs back, almost to her wrists as he bound the length of rope together.
She was now kneeling on the floor, her ankles almost to her hands, her body trembling with the pain and tautness of her position. She moaned as she tried to steady herself, unable to move more than an inch or so in any direction, without fear of toppling over.
He laughed as he came around in front of her, placing his hands on her shoulders. "Sec how marvelous it is, my dear?" he chuckled softly. "See how wonderful it is to be unable to escape me, now?"
She could see his prick, thick and huge, throbbing as it stuck out from his groin, nearly at her lips, now. It rocked back and forth, scraping her beneath the chin. She shuddered, her eyes darting up from the thick, long spear, to his own blazing orbs staring down at her, then.
"You are in my power, now, Darla," he whispered, his voice confident, yet full of passion for her, nonetheless. "I can do anything I want with you, anything!"
It was true, of course, and a strange, powerful excitement once again came over her, as she realized how truly helpless she was. She had no idea why she should feel this excited by her position, but she could not deny the tingling sensations that rippled through her. as she understood she was his defenseless captive, now.
He pinched her cheek cruelly, then and she moaned in pain. "I own you, bitch," he told her coldly. "I am your Master, you are my slave. Anything I wish to do to you, I can, and you are unable to resist."
He ran his hands over her shoulders, down to the ropes that bound her wrists and ankles. "Feel the rope, my dear?" he said, his voice thick and compelling. "Feel its tightness, the way it cuts into your flesh so delightfully? Ahh, is it not the most blissful sensation you have ever had? Do you not feel a growing love for the rope, even as it hurts with its strong embrace?"
Darla groaned, so confused now, by all that was happening, that she could hardly think straight. She had no idea what to believe anymore, beyond the powerful urge in her loins, and the constant throbbing in her bound limbs.
"Learn to love the rope, my dear, learn to love it as you love me," he told her. "The rope is the gift of my love, it shows you how much I care for you! The rope is me, love it as you would me!"
Darla shivered, listening to his words, twisting her wrists and ankles at the thick, coarse strands that bound her. She shivered once again as the cord bit deeper into her flesh, and the pain grew more powerful in her throbbing hands and feet.
The rope gave her pain, yet it also gave her the excitement of being completely helpless, unable to resist the powerful man in front of her. She felt herself thrilling to the tightness of the rope, thrilling to the way it brought her to the place of total and complete surrender.
She rocked from side to side, quivering with the dull, throbbing pain that would not seem to leave her, but grow ever stronger with every movement she made. His hands were at her breasts and loins once again, kneading and caressing her as before.
She sobbed as she felt him pinching her nipples in turn, rolling and tweaking them between his thumb and forefinger. The tiny nuggets stung with a delicious and satisfying pain, and her breasts trembled with the violent spasms of delight that tore through them, now.
At her cunt, his hand was equally as active. He slithered his fingers down betWeen her thighs, wedging the hand between them, harshly, rubbing the tips of his fingers against her trembling cunt lips.
The creamy liquid of her mounting passion was seeping from her pit, now, coating his fingers with a thick, sticky film. He bent his head, kissing her lightly on the lips, as he rode his digits up and down over her quaking petals of love.
She sobbed as his tongue lashed her own, and his fingers probed the moist, warm entrance to her cave. The hot, stinging fires of need grew stronger as he slipped two of his spears into her, thrusting them deep into her narrow, tight passage.
"Ohh, Michael, yes, yes," she sobbed, trembling violently in response to his invading digits. "Ummm, that is so good, so nice and good, please, more!"
Michael Horden laughed in a deep, thick tone of voice. It was clear to him, that she was growing more and more excited by his attack, her cunt now dripping with juice, hot and fiery around his thrusting fingers.
The young girl moaned, swaying from left to right as he plunged the spears in and out of her pussy, rolling and turning them in and out of her, violently, now. His mouth slipped down to her breasts, and the small, round globes trembled as he ran his lips over them.
He lathered her nipples with his tongue, then gathered one of the pink, hard nuggets between his teeth and sucked on it passionately. The girl shuddered in response, feeling his teeth locking hold of her tender nub, sucking on it as he pulled it deeper into his mouth.
The shuddering waves of pleasure tore through her, then, making her groan and sob with increasing need, as the man lathered the trapped morsel with his tongue. His fingers plunged back and forth along her hot, wet tunnel, then, twisting and turning as they rode, the slippery channel, each stroke bringing her nearer to a shuddering, powerful climax.
His thumb was scraping back and forth against her clit, now, pushing hard on the taut, twitching pebble, sending harsh, cruel waves of need tearing through her loins. She moaned and rocked, bucking back and forth, her eyes blurred with the tears of excitement, now, as the passion took hold of her.
"Ahh, yes, that's it my dear," chuckled Michael Horden as he pumped his fingers in and out of her pussy, and sucked hungrily on her boobs. "Come, my dear, come so nicely. Only I can make you come this good, only the rope that binds you fast, can free you to experience such pleasure!"
She could not believe that this was true, but there was no denying that some strange power surged in her loins, as she felt her helplessness, now. She could not move, therefore all thoughts were concentrated in her loins and breasts. She was unable to escape, therefore there was no need to concern herself with anything but the quaking sensations she was experiencing.
Could she truly come to love the rope, she wondered. Could this helpless, captive position she was in, truly lead her toward a more exciting climax than she had ever felt before? She had no answer to the question, but the throbbing, aching delight in her pussy could not be denied, and the sense that there was nothing for her.to do but surrender to the pleasure she was feeling, overwhelmed her in that moment.
Again and again the fingers plunged to the depths of her hot, aching passage. He seemed to know just exactly what to do, for each stroke brought her higher and higher in the shimmering plain of ecstasy.
"Ohh, give me your cock, please, your cock, Michael," she sobbed, twisting and turning as the aching greed tore through her, now. "Let me have it, darling, let me have it now, I beg you, please!"
But he ignored her desires and pumped his fingers faster and harder into her cunt. The agonizing wave of greed swept through her uncontrollably, now, and all thoughts of anything beyond her climax were washed completely out of her, then.
The orgasm burst savagely in her pit and she screamed almost in pain as the hot, powerful spasms tore through her cunt. She sobbed and groaned, rocking from left to right, jerking violently as the climax roared through her pit.
Shivering with delight, she moaned and gasped, falling against him heavily, as the come of her pleasure washed over his still thrusting digits. He laughed as he felt her cunt muscles quivering and kneading his fingers, the inner walls of her pussy throbbing with the effects of her delightful release.
When the last, thrilling tremor of her climax escaped her, he pulled his damp, sticky prongs from her cunt and wiped them off on her moist, trembling thighs. He stood up once again, glaring down at her now, his cock still thick between his thighs.
"Now do you see, bitch, how only I can give you pleasure?" he hissed. "I have decided what passion you shall feel! I have given you the wonderful experience of orgasm, in the manner I saw fit."
He took hold of her hair and drew her head up from her chest with a harsh tug. She stared into his eyes, trembling uncontrollably with exhaustion, now. He was smiling cruelly, as he pulled her head to his groin.
"You will now please me, in the manner I have chosen," he barked softly. His cock was growing once more, expanding against her soft, warm cheek. "I make all the decisions around here, Darla. I decide how and when our orgasms shall happen. You are helpless, the rope has made you mine. Now you shall service me as I desire!"
He pushed back her head and thrust his prick at her lips. "Lick my cock, Darla," he commanded. "I wish you to take me in your mouth, suck me to climax! That is how you shall repay me for the pleasure I have given you. Start with my balls, bitch!"
Her wrists and ankles scraped against the tightness of the rope that bound her, now, and she could feel the harsh, coarse strands cutting into her flesh as she tried, in vain, to escape their grip.
There was indeed, something thrilling about being this completely defenseless, she began to realize. Something wild and wonderful, beyond all description. She bent her head once more to his cock, and eagerly began to kiss her way along the length of the hard, throbbing prong.
She rolled her tongue down to the base of his tool, and slithered the precious spear through the tangled thatch of hair that covered his balls. The huge, hairy sack was already taut and pounding, churning with the come that boiled around the aching stones.
Eagerly she opened her mouth and sucked the hot, pulsating bag inside, locking her lips and teeth around the pounding sack. Michael groaned as she locked her teeth down hard on his container, and began to slap at his nuts with her pink, moist tongue.
She threw the aching nuggets back and forth against her warm, delightful inner cheeks, and began to suck hard on the imprisoned stones, humming softly as she lathered them viciously.
The man groaned in pleasure, steadying himself with his hands at her shoulders. Darla could feel the heat and power of his balls pounding in her mouth and she grew more and more excited by the complete helplessness of her position, and the knowledge that she had to do exactly as he wanted her to.
Almost hungrily now, she lathered his nuts, rolling them back and forth in her mouth, sucking on them as hard as she could. She felt his fingers digging deep into the flesh of her shoulders, squeezing them painfully, once again showing her how total his control over her was. "Darla, work on my cock," he groaned. "I want my prick deep in your throat, when I come! I want you to swallow every drop of me, bitch!"
Quickly, the eager young girl began to kiss and nibble her way back up along the thick, hard spear. She licked and lathered his burning meat, digging her teeth into his flesh as she went along.
When she reached the rim of his pounding helmet, she fastened her lower teeth around it and slipped the huge, engorged head into her mouth. He gasped as she locked her lips around the throbbing head and snapped at its burning surface with the tip of her darling little arrow.
He shuddered and groaned, bucking savagely, then, driving more of his tool into her precious oral cavity. As quickly as she could, she relaxed her throat muscles to allow him more access, and gagged a bit as the huge, demanding prong slithered down deep into her silken passage.
He groaned again and thrust forward once more, burying his cock to the hilt, this time, in the depths of her tight, warm canal. Her velvet chamber locked tightly around his prick, and the constant throbbing of his need quaked violently against her slippery, warm flesh.
"Suck it, bitch, suck it good," he moaned, rocking back and forth, slithering his tool in and out of her mouth. "You are my captive slave, now, suck me off! Make me come good, you helpless cunt, make me come good!"
She flexed her throat muscles around his plunging shaft and eagerly twisted and turned her wrists and ankles against the cord that bound them. She felt the two, distinct sensations of her limbs being tied tightly, and his cock sliding in and out of her mouth, and the twin feelings thrilled her beyond belief.
Eagerly, now, she rode his prick in and out of her tight, wet channel. She loved how it pounded against the warmth of her inner walls, seemingly growing bigger and bigger with every savage thrust of his hips.
She bent into him, unable to move, of course, and experienced a joy at being helplessly tied, forced to suck him off, that she never would have dreamed she could feel before. As his prick rammed in and out of her throat, faster and harder now, she could not think of anything but how utterly free she was feeling.
There was nothing she could do but obey him, and that made her feel absolutely wonderful. To be so helpless, so completely in his power was truly delightful, she realized and she sucked all the harder on his pumping shaft, now, because of it.
Again and again he slammed the huge, hot weapon into the depths of her silken canal. His lust was consuming him, now, and she could feel the hot, fierce pounding of his tool growing more and more wild with every thrust.
She ached to feel his come in her mouth, to swallow the boiling liquid of his passion. He shuddered and gasped, twisting and turning then, moaning as the orgasm reached a moment of extreme explosion in his loins.
"Yes, make me come in your mouth, yes," he nearly sobbed. He thrust hard and fast into her mouth, burying his prick to the hilt in her throat, now. "Make me come, my captive bitch, make your Master come so good!"
She sucked and chewed on the root of his prong and felt the sudden, powerful release of his need as the hot come began, to spill into her velvet chamber. The waves of thick,' burning fluid filled her mouth, then and she gulped frantically, trying to swallow every drop of the bitter-tasting cream.
He swayed from left to right, shuddering with the spasms of pleasure that rocked his loins. He moaned as she sucked the juicy come out of his cock, licking and nibbling with delight at his bursting weapon.
Darla could think of nothing, now, but how wonderful it was to have to do this for him. How completely delightful it was to be forced to suck him off. She was tied with rope, unable to escape, and the lack of having to consider anything other than his command was truly wonderful indeed.
His orgasm lasted for only a brief moment, but for her, it was as if time had stopped. She had recognized something in herself that frightened her, once their passion had calmed. She had loved what he made her do, had loved being helplessly bound and under his control.
As she sat with Robert Malbin in the back row of the huge hall, now, she shuddered with despair at the memory. What would happen next, she wondered. To what depths of complete surrender had she yet to fall. There had to be some way to find the answer, and she hoped, with Robert Malbin's help, she might yet understand what kind of woman she was turning into.