Free Submission in Seattle by Jack Quaiz Page A

left buttock, cupping it nicely and feeling the heat from her
paddling while he attended to her with his tongue.  After several minutes, his
lust caught up with him and he could stand it no longer.  Rising up on his
hands and knees, he thrust his unusually thick, aching cock into her well
lubricated sheath.  With her legs so far back, he had to thrust nearly straight
down. Even with the heavy natural lubrication, she was devastatingly tight. 
Instead of just a tight ring of muscle inside the entrance of the vagina,
Monica was tight all the way to her cervix.  He knew that he would explode any
second.  Would she be disappointed that he hadn’t lasted longer?   Then he
remembered that she had just experienced more orgasms than he could count and
decided it was his turn.  Besides, he was the Master, wasn’t he?
     
    Placing both hands
on her chest to support his weight, he pinched her nipples viciously.  After a
dozen vigorous thrusts, every muscle in his body tried to contract at once and
he shot his hot load deep into Monica’s lovely body. 
     
    Much later, when
he was able to see and move again, he used the last of his strength to untie
the ropes and gather her in his arms.  She had already fallen asleep and he
joined her within seconds. 

CHAPTER FIVE
     
     
    Sometime during
the night, Monica awakened from a heavy, dreamless sleep to make a trip to the
adjoining bathroom.  “Did all that really happen?” she asked herself.  She felt
a pleasant soreness in various areas of her body.  It was proof that her
memories were real and she displayed a huge satisfied smile as she walked
quietly through the bedroom.  Climbing back into the large bed, she snuggled up
against her new master and returned to her deep sleep feeling warm, safe and
complete.
     
    Hours later, Cole
gradually regained consciousness as bright sunlight poured through the large
window, rendering sleep impossible.   Before he opened his eyes, the small
portion of his brain that was working at this hour tried to analyze several
things that seemed unusual.  For one thing, he was curled up on his right side
spoon fashion with a naked woman.  He immediately remembered Monica and opened
one eye.  The sight of her delightful dark brown curls confirmed his guess. 
Most women would pay big money for a perm like that, he thought, but Monica
claimed it was her natural look.
     
    Closing his eye
again, he considered going back to sleep, but he realized that he could barely
feel his right arm.  Apparently it was under Monica and had been there a long
time.  He tried to reach up and feel her breast, but the hand was too numb. 
Not being able to feel a breast was serious!   Feeling somewhat alarmed, he
opened both eyes and began the process of extricating his arm from beneath his
soft and warm new lover.  It wouldn’t do to wake her yet, so he maneuvered very
carefully.  Eventually the arm came free and he was rewarded with a painful
tingling sensation. 
     
    Sitting on the
edge of the bed cradling his right arm, Cole realized what else was wrong this
morning. Looking out the window, he saw through the trees a large expanse of
blue sky.   Whoever was in charge of the weather had obviously forgotten that
this was Seattle in November.   No problem, just a surprise.  Is it simply El
Nino or is it a good omen? he wondered.
     
    As he waited for
his arm to recover, he thought about how his relationship with Monica was
developing.  Was she his slave? Lover? Playpartner?   Maybe it didn’t matter
right now.   He decided that the best thing to do was to just allow the
relationship to develop naturally, without applying a label.  His stomach
reminded him that breakfast was more important right now anyway, so he pulled
on a T-shirt and jeans before going down the hall to the kitchen.
     
    Monica awoke
suddenly to the smell of coffee and a slight hint of onions frying.  “Where am
I?” she wondered, “and why do I feel so good?”