Free His Mistress’s Voice by G. C. Scott

slight bump on the floor, half on the carpet and half on Tom. He was perilously close to a climax of his own. Tom used one hand to ease her to a more comfortable position, half on the floor and half on his lap. He cradled Beth’s head and shoulders and leaned back against the settee to watch her contortions in an interested manner: look what I’ve done. Beth rolled over onto her side and drew her legs up. She bent herself almost double at the waist, trying to fold herself around her centre and hold onto the ecstasy for as long as possible.
    Eventually, though, the feelings subsided and her taut body relaxed against him. ‘Mmmmm, that was nice,’ she said dreamily. ‘Do you have any more good ideas?’ She arched her back like a cat and rubbed her breasts against his idle hand.
    ‘Not at the moment, but something else will occur sooner or later. Anything you’d like to suggest?’
    ‘Well, now you mention it, I was feeling bad about leaving you out of the action all weekend, and especially just then when I was having such a good time while you worked so hard over me. If you’d like to get undressed, or just unzip your trousers if you’re in a hurry, I think I can make some of it up to you, Tom. Unless you’ve got other plans,’ she added with a wicked grin.
    ‘No, nothing that won’t keep. Shall I untie you?’ Tom asked with just a hint of eagerness.
    ‘No. The original rules still hold. You have to keep me tied up until tomorrow evening. I’ll think up some suitable reward for your patience then. This will be just a slight foretaste to keep you in suspense until tomorrow.’
    Tom eased her to the floor and stood up. He realised he was getting excited merely looking at Beth as she lay at his feet. Her bare breasts poked out through the open front of her blouse, jutting out even more with her hands tied behind her back. Her skirt had rucked itself up to her waist and he admired the curve of her thighs and calves with the ropes biting into the flesh. He wanted to fling off his clothes and have her there and then. She always had that effect on him. But something made him go slowly, draw out the act of undressing. He felt Beth’s glance on him as he unbuckled his belt and let his trousers drop. Stepping out of them, he slowly removed his shirt and underpants.
    He was erect (had in fact been painfully erect since they began), and Beth made admiring noises when she saw him. ‘Is that on account of little old me?’ she asked coquettishly.
    Her words reinforced his urge to prolong the foreplay. Normally he would have been on her in an instant, but he was entering into the game she had proposed: postponing the pleasure and making her wait as she was making him wait. When he was naked Tom sat down on the floor with his back against the settee once more, but at some distance from Beth. She must have had something in mind, and he wanted to let her reveal it to him without any urging.
    She looked quizzically at him. When he still did nothing, Beth appeared to reach a decision. She shrugged her shoulders and began to inch across the floor to him. At the first movement she must have felt the cucumber slide inside her and she gasped at the sensation. The friction and the sense of being stuffed full were probably arousing her again even after the extended stimulation she had already undergone.
    Tom watched her slow progress, admiring the play of muscle beneath her skin as she inched across the floor. There was something intensely arousing in watching this bound woman crawl towards him. His cock stretched itself until it felt as if it would break the taut skin. His breath came harshly as he tried to control it.
    She too was breathing heavily by the time she reached him. Her thighs were clenched tightly around the cucumber and he imagined she felt it massaging her clitoris as it moved inside her. She raised herself and manoeuvred herself until her head lay in his lap. From there she could reach his cock with her lips and