Hannah (16 page)

“Yes I
did.”

Hannah smiled,
she always seemed to feel happier when his cock was in lock down.
She hurriedly picked up the key, knocking her fork as she did so.
She slipped it underneath her and sat down on top.

“I guess today
of all days you should own me,” he smiled.

The
conversation stopped as they both took in their new
relationship.

“I’ve always
wanted a house with a dungeon,” Hannah finally said, almost to
herself.

“With a prison
cell?

“Yes, with
steel bars and a big padlock on the door,” Hannah fantasised.

“And a pool
table?”

“No!”

Hannah gave
Tom her sternest look before they both laughed. Tom refilled their
glasses and they both studied the menu. Hannah looked up, thinking
hard.

“I probably
keep you chained or cuffed for three or four hours a day.....umm,
so you would be imprisoned for five years out of the next
thirty!”

Tom put down
the menu and thought about her love of putting her dirty underwear
over his head at night, often a couple of times a week.

“And I will
have your panties over my face for maybe three year.”

Hannah blushed
and put her wine glass to her lips. The idea was both sexy and
crazy at the same time.

They spent the
next three hours in their private dining room, eating, drinking,
talking, kissing. By the time they left, a storm was building out
to sea. Tom drove as they travelled up the coast to a remote house
only fifty metres back from the coast.

Once at the
house, they changed and then Tom led Hannah back out and down the
steep path to the beach. He was in board shorts and white t-shirt.
She was in a short white flowery summer dress that reached halfway
down her thighs, but the wind from the building storm meant that it
blew up constantly revealing white cotton underwear. In her hand
she carried a pair of cuffs, although Tom doubted that there would
be much to cuff him to on the deserted, windswept beach.

They reached
the beach and Tom picked her up and gave her a piggyback down to
the water. Hannah laughed, wriggled and hugged him tightly as he
pretended to drop her off in to the ocean. When he finally put her
down on the beach, she was looking very sexy and determined.

“Come with
me!” she shouted over the noise of the water and the wind.

She took his
hand and led him up to the back of the beach. Hannah had seen an
old metal sign which she thought would easily be strong enough to
secure her fiancé. She positioned Tom next to it and pulled his
hands behind his back and chained them around the metal post.

Her face was
inches away from his, her long hair blowing out in front so that it
touched his face. He studied her excited features, her dancing
eyes, her perfect lips that looked as though they were about to
kiss, her pert nose that looked just a tiny bit posh. She looked at
him, amazed as always that someone so good looking should be so
madly in love with her. He looked particularly rugged in the wind
and she couldn’t help but kiss him.

It was still
hot and the humidity was even higher, a sure sign that the storm
was approaching. It was starting to rain with heavy drops of water
falling. Hannah threw her hands up and danced in front of her
helpless guy. Her dress was now soaked and she pulled it off over
her head and it blew away before landing on the sand in front of
Tom.

Hannah walked
seductively up to him, removing her wet bra and underwear as she
moved. She pulled down his shorts to reveal the locked chastity
cage.

“Oh damn!” she
cried.

“What?”

“Wait
here!”

Tom stood
helplessly as Hannah, now completely naked, ran back up the steep
path to the house. He watched her pert butt bounce away and out of
sight. The rain was getting harder and the wind stronger, although
he still felt hot, due in part to his incredible girlfriend.

Five minutes
later Hannah ran back and this time Tom watched her modest, pert
breasts bouncing around. She knelt down in front of him and quickly
unlocked the padlock and freed his cock.

“Hannah, my
hands,” he reminded her as he shook the manacles.

Hannah was
already climbing on him and positioning herself to make love, but
without him to hold her it was too hard.

“Lie down,”
she ordered.

With Tom still
chained to the post, they lay side by side on the sand and making
out over and over. They were both drenched by the rain and the
noise of the wind and the water was deafening. After a while when
Tom was exhausted, Hannah knelt astride his head and pulled him as
close in to her as she could. The wind and rain only added to
Hannah’s appetite. She tasted slightly salty, they both did as the
spray from the sea covered them repeated.

When Hannah
finally released him from her thighs, she cuddled up against his
chest, sheltering from the wind. She felt safe and protected beside
him, even though he was still helplessly chained up. She held him
tight, showing no intention of moving.

“Hannah, where
are the cuff keys?” he called.

Hannah nestled
into him more tightly as they heard thunder in the distance. The
storm was definitely getting closer. The evening light was now
starting to fade.

“Hannah!”

His fiancé
reluctantly stood up, with one foot either side of his body and
looked around. As she did so, lightning lit up her lithe, naked
body. She then skipped over him and went to retrieve the key from
the pocket of her sodden dress.

Tom lay
exhausted in the sand as he looked up into the driving rain to see
Hannah’s naked form above him, swinging the keys from her
fingertip.

“Fancy staying
here for the rest of the storm? Or would you like to come to bed
with me?”

“Bed!
Please.”

Hannah put her
hands on her hips and looked down at him.

“Hannah!”

Tom smiled to
himself. Marrying Hannah was in many ways like being chained on a
beach in a storm; a little crazy, sometimes frustrating,
occasionally dangerous and painfully, but always wildly
exciting.

Hannah dropped
down on to his body, her wet hair hanging down, and released him
from her cuffs. They ran back up to the house and into the shower,
the water falling on to their already soaked bodies. This would be
a night to remember.

*****

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