Project Passion (5 page)

“
I am.
Remember?”

She smiled up into her blindness and
Braden gave her ear a thorough tongue-lashing, inside and out as
goose bumps rose all over Heather’s pale form.

“
You are so
beautiful.”

“
Just be careful—and
gentle, please?” Heather, always trying to reach him with one hand
or another, hoped Braden knew what she meant.

“
Oh, that’s right. You’re a
virgin.” Braden came back for another round of heavy kissing, with
Heather giving as good as she got. “I like virgins. I like fucking
them for hours on end, while they scream and scream.”

Heather kept pushing up and then
flopping back on the blanket, sort of emotionally drained and
finding it hard to prop herself up while all tied up like that. She
really was in trouble! But it was so beautiful too. She was so
grateful for this, the chance to finally do it. It was better if
someone else had control of her right now. She was the luckiest,
and the happiest women in the world.

Oh, thank you, God. Thank you, Jesus,
Mary and all the Saints.

It was maddening not to be
able to see anything, as the weight lifted and then Braden ate her
pussy, her blind to all else, caressing her belly and sending
Heather into seething gasps of passion and despair, writhing and
moaning. Braden came up and went after the nipples, all the while
holding and squeezing. Heather loved the feel of his hands on her
bum…Braden kissed her up and down and all over, even licking
between her toes, and chewing gently on her inner thighs. Braden
rolled her over and nibbled on her bum, and then he licked her ass,
even doing the rectum. She gasped in piteous torment. He was
killing her with his mouth, his tongue. Prying hands moved her
around and positioned her for each next move, and yet she couldn’t
even watch the new discovery, each fresh encounter. Braden was
driving her mad with desire, all thoughts of fear gone now. Heather
felt so wonderfully turned on, incredibly sexy and full of an inner
heat that she had just plain lost control over. It was like
becoming an animal, with no higher purpose except
this.

Then it was more heavy kissing as
Heather cursed the cords that prevented her from putting her own
hands up and around Braden’s neck and pulling him in closer.
Without vision, she didn’t know which way to grab anyway. All she
could do was to dig her hands into Braden’s bristly chest and let
the man do what he wanted. Heart pounding, she acknowledged that
she was loving every minute of this and didn’t want it to stop.
God, she was so lucky to find him…anybody.

Braden made her get up on all
fours.

“
Let’s see, have I
forgotten anything?”

She almost screamed in her
frustration, but inspiration struck.

“
Bend over,
master.”

“
Huh?”

“
You did it to
me!”

With a thoughtful look, Braden turned
around and bent over, gently guiding her face at first.

She took a long time, licking his
asshole clean and grunting in animal excitement. Looking over his
shoulder, he saw that she had dropped the blindfold, eyes wide in a
kind of sensual shock.

“
Bad girl.”

“
Oh!” Her breath was
ragged. “Please let me suck your cock now! Please, please,
please!”

He reached over and put the blindfold
back on, carefully, tightening up the knot again. He was making her
wait, and listen. Where was he?

Sooner or later Braden was going to
make her suck his cock, and possibly even spank her…the thought of
Braden coming in her mouth made her heart pound all the faster, for
all that she still wanted it, and to be had, and held, and fucked
by this man or pretty much any man when you thought of it. A whole
week of this…it was mind-blowing, that and the thought that she
would have to go back. She wanted all of Braden inside
her.

Sooner or later, you had to go back
home.

That was the scary part. The thought
that any trustworthy man would have done fine, and that all she
really wanted was to suck someone’s cock and get fucked like a
whore. No. It had to be the biggest and baddest cock that came
along, and it frightened the hell out of Heather. Perhaps she was
just old school, or maybe she really did think it was evil, and
therefore all the more fun—but to discover that she really could do
this.

It was revelation.

There was no going back, now. Heather,
once she let herself go, was a thoroughly enlightened woman. This
was no hurried fantasy, this was real, it was true, and she liked
it, loved it was more accurate. Did Braden really like her? All
dressed up like a tramp…she wished her heart would slow
down.

“
Braden?”

“
Yes? Ready to surrender
yet?”

Heather nodded vehemently.

“
But, may I have a sip of
wine, please, oh master of my heart and soul? Maybe even my life
and my body?”

“
Sure. Do you need to pee
or something? We’re only getting started.”

Heather sucked in deep gobs of oxygen
as Braden moved and then he was lifting the glass to her lips as
Heather lifted the blindfold for a minute.

She drank deeply, not quite knowing
when she would get another. He searched her eyes. She couldn’t look
away from Braden’s face, rough but kindly, powerful and
masculine.

“
I was kind of hoping you’d
say that.” God, this was really happening.

#

They had come to some sort of
psychological moment.

“
Okay, I want you up on
your knees.”

Gulping a little at a sudden stab of
fear. but determined to get there, Heather rolled over, trying to
keep herself up off the ground a bit, and then she was on all
fours, but this wasn’t right.

“
No, sit up. Put your bum
down.”

Braden was taking her at her word. It
was like it just went on and on and on…

Heather felt the rough skin of her
heels up against her tender buttocks, and remembered with yet
another wrench of excitement that her legs were smooth and
hairless. He squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples and she
wriggled in pleasure, trying to get back at him. If only she could
see what was happening to her, and what she looked like. Oh, God,
what was Braden seeing, out there in the wan moonlight? One of her
fantasies was to do it with people watching. A sharp wrench of
madness went through her. She had mentioned that to him…

As if sensing her thoughts, Braden
spoke again as he knelt now in front of Heather, wrapping his arms
around her, touching her all over with strong fingers and pressing
the fronts of their bodies together. His hands went to her ass,
filmed now with light, sweet sweat.

“
You look fantastic. Tell
me what you want.”

“
I want
everything.”

They kissed some more and then Braden
stood up.

“
I want to watch.” She
wanted to stare into Braden’s pubic hair from as close as she could
get.

She wanted to see the cock coming up
to her mouth…

She wanted to see his face when she
did it. To stare into his eyes and know what was happening to you,
to him. Braden was beautiful.

“
Not just yet, bitch.”
Then, as Heather tried to put her hands around but couldn’t,
finally deciding to hold the backs of Braden’s upper legs with both
hands, that gorgeous cock sought out Heather’s mouth, but by
bending and pulling back, Braden only let her kiss it and lick at
the tip of it in frustrated blindness.

“
Please, please, master.
Let me show you, master…” The tip was so soft and warm against her
lips, the slot on the end inviting to the tongue…the taste
indescribable.

“
Show me what?”

For that Heather had no answer, as
finally the big man moved closer and Heather dove on, marveling at
the taste and the heat and the weight of the thing. It was huge,
meaty in her mouth as she indulged that long-held fantasy. Finally,
the fantasy was realized, and it was everything she had thought it
would be, and more. It was wonder. Sheer wonder. She was doing
it.

“
Oh, God, oh, God, oh,
God…”

“
You look so good in the
moonlight.” Braden’s hands stroked her soft shoulders and head and
neck as Heather came up for air. “Beautiful, beautiful,
Heather.”

He rubbed her up and down, squeezing
her ass and digging in his fingernails a little.

“
Film it. Please,
master?”

“
What?” Braden was
torn.

It would take a minute to set up. But
he honestly thought Heather would get scared if he really did it.
They’d talked about it, of course. Her long silken tresses hung
down in careless disarray. Her long limbs glowed in the firelight.
She was a picture he would never forget.

After several deep dives onto his
cock, Heather spoke again in a breathy out-gush of sheer
lust.

“
I have a camera. In my
gear, in the tent…” She pulled on Braden’s legs and lovingly sucked
some more penis, moaning and sort of purring along in her
throat.

She tried to chuckle.

“
That way I don’t have to
worry…” She meant if they used her camera.

Braden understood that she was a
little worried about it getting about, but after all he had a life
and a job in the real world too.

“
Well, it’s good to see
you’ve gotten over your shyness, my lovely little
cocksucker.”

Heather pulled off again and turned
her face up, mouth set in an impish pout.

“
I really am a whore, you
know. Oh, God, why did I wait so long! Come on, Braden, the camera
only takes a minute. And maybe I really do have to pee after
all.”

It seemed Heather was learning how to
manipulate.

But Braden was not entirely
displeased. This looked like being a fun week in the woods. When
Heather got enough moral courage screwed up, she would be game for
anything, and Braden had a few more ideas on that score. With a
little training, Heather would make a bitch of the first order,
eminently suggestible, trusting, available…horny as hell, and as
eager as they came. She had every reason to keep a secret, too. She
had all the nicest kinks. They had the lake and each other all to
themselves.

#

As Braden lay propped up by
life-jackets, controlling Heather’s pace, taking his time and
enjoying the sight of Heather’s back and bum as she lovingly went
up and down on her first-ever cock, Braden reached over and
rummaged around in his bag. Finding what he sought, he threw two or
three condoms onto the corner of the blanket, and then put a rubber
glove on his right hand.

“
Master?”

“
Yes?”

“
You promised to tell me
what you’re doing.” Heather’s eyes were in dark shadows, back to
the fire so Braden could see her breasts bobbing around.

Braden had finally allowed her to see,
and the blindfold hung on her neck like a scarf.

“
Hmn. First, I’m sending
you for a pee. That’s an order, bitch—and when you come back we can
finish off the wine.”

Heather looked at her hobbles, but
then nodded submissively.

“
Hopefully this won’t take
too long to go down.” Braden faced a challenge as he had to go
too.

Braden managed his pee before Heather,
but then this was all so new to her. Finally she hobbled back to
the fire, where Braden was in the middle of the blanket and flat on
his back. He had a rubber glove on one hand…

Heather dropped down on the left side,
and got in close. Braden kissed her and gave a little tug on her
bum so she slid right up on top of him. With her knees up a bit,
Heather caught sight of the condoms.

“
Thank you. I really mean
that, Braden.” She was in better control of herself now. “Thank you
for the fantasy…thank you so much for this.”

He stroked her hair and said nothing.
They clung together, just resting for a moment.

“
I could impale myself on
you right now. You’re a beautiful man.” She was teasing, but she
had her wrists over Braden’s head and so she went in for a
kiss.

She was more aggressive now, and their
tongues fought inside of Braden’s mouth as they stared at each
other eye-ball to eye-ball.

With a wrench, Braden broke
free.

“
I’m thinking it’s time for
that spanking now.” Heather let him up as she spun around and
plunged her mouth down on Braden’s penis again.

With a lick of saliva, Braden found
that delicious looking bottom and with his left hand on Heather’s
lower back, telegraphed his next move as his rubber-clad finger
went into Heather’s ass all the way up to the joint.

Heather loved it, her spreading of the
behind and guttural sounds of pleasure were unmistakable. Braden
thrust in and out, gently at first but then harder and harder and
Heather went up and down.