A Willing Soul

by Lobo De la Sombra

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Storycodes: F/m; drug; strip; bond; rope; gag; tease; oral; sex; climax; reluct/cons; X

Liam woke slowly to find himself sprawled on his bed, with no clear idea of how he’d arrived there. His last clear memory was sitting at the dinner table, listening as Mia gently chided him for working too hard. He remembered gazing into her lovely eyes, seeing the earnest expression they held. Then things began to get fuzzy. Evidently, he’d fallen asleep, and Mia had somehow carried him to his bed.

Within the fog filling his mind, Liam smiled, picturing little Mia lugging his lank frame across the floor. At nearly six feet tall, Liam definitely didn’t qualify as little. And Mia, with her lush five and a half foot body, would have had a tough time dragging his around.

As the fog began to clear, Liam realized he wasn’t sprawled on his bed so much as stretched. His arms lay flung wide over his head, his feet together and reaching toward the bed’s foot. A moment more, and he began to realize he was stretched in more ways than one.

He couldn’t move. Slowly, the realization came to him that his hands were somehow fastened over his head, his feet unable to move apart. He also noticed a slight problem swallowing, probably due to the fact that he couldn’t close his mouth.

Slowly, conscious thought became easier, and he began exploring his situation. His hands fumbled at the ropes leading from his wrists toward the corners of the bed, his tongue tracing the ring lodged behind his teeth. Liam could feel a strap encircling his head, holding the ring in place. Raising his head, he could see that his feet were roped together, more rope stretching from his bound ankles to each corner of that end of the bed. He also noticed, for the first time, that he was naked.

Mia! Desperately, Liam fought to free himself. If someone had done this to him, what might they have done to her? Possibilities filled his mind, adding strength to his struggles, but it was no use. Whoever had bound him had done an expert job, and he quickly realized he was going nowhere without help.

He tried calling out, but the ring in his mouth turned his shout into just so much garbled noise. Evidently, it was enough, for within seconds, the door opened, and Mia stepped into the room.

Stunned, Liam could only watch as Mia crossed the room to stand beside the bed. Slowly, carefully, she began removing her clothing. As her lush body began revealing itself to him, Liam could feel his cock begin to twitch toward hardness.

Naked, Mia slipped onto the bed, stretching herself out alongside him, her head resting on one of his arms. Idly, she began tracing circles around his nipple with one finger. He tried to question her, but the garbled sound that emerged only made her smile.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly, “but that has to stay. Otherwise, you might tell me no.”

No to what? Liam’s question was soon answered as Mia’s hand left his chest, drifting down to wrap fingers around his now fully engorged cock. At her touch, he could feel his cock twitch. She slowly pumped once, and his whole body twitched.

“I’m sorry it had to be this way,” Mia whispered, “but I have to have you. And since you’ve made it plain you’re not interested in me, this is the only way.”

Not interested? Liam stared at the lovely woman lying beside him. How could he be more interested? He had wanted her from the moment they met. As he’d grown to know her, though, he’d realized that, lush and lovely as her body was, it was nothing compared to the beauty she carried within her. Drawn to her in ways he had never known before, he had quickly sworn to himself never to do anything to drive her away. Which meant never showing his strong physical attraction to her.

Ignoring the garbled rush of sound that poured from his mouth, Mia reached down with her other hand, carefully unrolling a rubber onto his cock. Smoothly, she rose and threw one leg across his body, positioning herself over him. He could see the moisture already forming between her thighs as she lowered herself toward him.

Slowly, he could feel her envelope the head of his cock, and he fought the urge to thrust his hips up to meet her, somehow afraid of hurting her. Slowly, she lowered herself until he was buried deep within her, her ass resting on his thighs. For a long moment, she held herself still, eyes closed. Gradually, her hips began to rock.

Liam couldn’t believe it. After all the times he’d fought off the urge, the need, to touch her, he was now a helpless participant in the very act of sex he had so longed for, yet denied himself. Another tug at the ropes reminded him just how helpless he was, able only to watch as her hips began to move, rising and falling slowly, as she rode him.

Mia’s eyes closed, and she began moaning softly. Her hands rose and began fondling her full, firm breasts, the sight bringing a strangled sob from Liam’s gagged mouth. His hips began to rock, rising as much as his bonds allowed, meeting her downward thrusts. He could feel her clenching at him, and he felt himself rise toward climax.

Suddenly, Mia rose, dragging a groan from Liam as his cock slipped out of her. Quickly, she moved to position herself over his head, then began lowering her hips slowly.

“Not yet,” he heard her whisper, as if to herself. “I’m going to get everything I can out of this.” Her pussy pressed against his parted lips rocking slowly, her smell of arousal filling his nose.

Mentally, Liam shrugged. He had thought, fantasized about taking her to bed, but never in his wildest dreams had he pictured it happening this way. Still, if this was the way she wanted it…… His tongue poked through the ring, brushing her lips before sliding between them. He then withdrew his tongue and began lapping at her, every now and then thrusting in to give her clit a lick.

Mia’s thighs clenched tight around his head, and for a moment, Liam felt fear as his air was cut off. Then she rocked back, and he was able to inhale, barely, before she rocked forward again. Timing his breathing to the movement of her hips, Liam continued licking at her, hearing her moans grow louder, feeling her hips rock faster.

Suddenly, she rose, leaving Liam’s tongue sticking out of the ring. Pulling it back into his mouth, he watched her slither back down his body. This time, there was no gentleness, only urgency, as she grabbed his cock, aimed it, then dropped her hips, impaling herself on him, her ass slapping against his thighs.

This time, she rode him fast and hard, head thrown back, breasts bouncing wildly. Liam tried to match her thrusts, but his bonds limited his movement, and eventually the inevitable happened. His hips dropped as her rose, and both groaned as he slipped out of her.

“Lay still,” Mia cried, grabbing him and barely getting him aimed before her hips dropped again, slamming him deep within her. Liam commanded his body to remain still as she bucked over him, and his body obeyed. Mostly. He couldn’t prevent a slight rocking of his hips as she slammed him into her over and over again.

All too soon, he felt himself begin to swell, felt the familiar sensations rush the length of his cock. Desperately, he fought to hold back, but it was no use. He had just about given up hope when, with a cry, Mia dropped her full weight onto him, the muscles of her pussy milking him frantically as her orgasm burst through her. Liam’s orgasm came almost as an echo. He could feel the pulses rippling along his cock as he pumped his seed into the rubber. Above him, Mia tensed, her back arched, her breasts thrust toward the ceiling. Her hands dropped to grasp his hips, and she pulled convulsively, somehow driving him even deeper into her. Her thigh muscles clenched, and she held him to her as their orgasms raced through them.

Slowly, gradually, Mia’s muscles began to relax, until, finally, she fell to lie limply atop Liam’s bound body. For some moments, she lay quietly, then rose slowly to kneel atop him.

“I’m sorry, Liam,” she said softly, her eyes sad. “I know I had no right to do this, but it seemed the only way I would ever have you.” Gently, she reached up and untied one of his hands. Then, slowly, she climbed from the bed and gathered her clothing. With one final look into his eyes, she turned and silently left the room.

Suddenly frantic, Liam tore at the rope binding his other hand, then the ones at his feet. Freed, he leapt from the bed, hands going to the buckle of the gag as he rushed through the door.

The ring popped out of his mouth just as he rushed through the living room door. Mia, now dressed, was just beginning to open the front door. She halted at his cry.

“Mia, stop! Please!”

Mia froze, then slowly turned to face him. Liam jerked to a halt in front of her, then slowly raised one hand to stroke her cheek. At his touch, she flinched away.

“Liam,” she whispered, “don’t. I can never ask you to forgive me for what I just did. The best thing I can do now is leave.” She tried to turn her head away, but Liam stopped her with his fingers beneath her chin, turning her eyes to meet his.

“Do you have any idea,” he asked softly, “just how long I’ve wanted to make love to you?”

Mia’s eyes widened. “Then why didn’t you?”

“Because,” Liam explained, the words coming slowly, “as much as I would have loved to explore your body, I love you more.” His own eyes widened as he realized what he had just said. “I love you more,” he repeated, amazed to realize how true those words were.

Mia’s eyes, locked now on his, became moist. “Love?” He voice husky, she whispered, “But how? How could you say you love me? I just raped you.”

“Raped?” Liam shook his head, a smile beginning to form. “As far as I’m concerned, you just didn’t think to ask my opinion first.” His arms went around her, and she willingly pressed herself against him.

“So you’re not mad at me?”

“Well,” Liam said slowly, “I can’t say I was thrilled with how you chose to go about it.” He placed a finger under her chin and raised her eyes to once more meet his, then wiped the tracks of tears from her cheeks.

“Besides,” he said, lips curving into a grin, “you know the old saying. You can’t rape a willing soul.”

It was a long time before, holding each other tight, the two stopped laughing. Then, arm in arm, they turned and moved back toward the bedroom.

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