Devante
Bonnie looked around the crowd of strange faces with a frustrated sigh. She’d just moved into her Aunt and Uncle’s trailer home, and her cousin Cindy was supposed to be “showing her around”. Instead Cindy seemed intent on getting her into trouble. Given that Bonnie was underage, taking her into a night club was one thing: hell, about half the girls in the place had been younger than her anyway. Hooking up with a group of older boys, Gavin, Karl and whatever the other ones name was, seemed about usual for Cindy; at least she had acted like that had been her intention for the evening. Convincing them all to gate crashing some wild party, which some friend of a friend’s older brother had been invited too, was pushing it, but ditching Bonnie almost as soon as they got there was simply the limit.
Though they’d just met, Gavin was obviously into Cindy, and Cindy was right into Gavin. They'd hardly been able to keep their hands off each other during the drive to the party, and were barely through the door before they’d headed up stairs to find someplace to get into each other literally. The other two boys had disappeared to look for beer, leaving Bonnie, lord knows where, at lord knows what sort of gathering, with no car, no phone, and no clue how she was going to get home.
The house could have been more accurately described as a small mansion; it must have been over a hundred years old and stood in what the real estate agents list as ‘palatial' grounds. The walls were richly paneled, the ceilings high, and the rooms dimly lit by colored bulbs hanging in elaborate wrought iron chandlers. Despite its grand and sprawling lay out, the residence was packed, almost wall to wall with the most curious collection of people Bonnie had ever encountered. Unlike the clonish stick figures of the night club, these people were all ages, all shapes and sizes; tall, short, thin, round, curvy, scrawny, and everything in between. Aside from the occasional vivid red or deep storm purple, most heads bore hair that was dyed jet black. Black was also the color of choice in clothing; black leather, black lace, shiny black PVC, black boots, black eyeliner and black lipstick, even on the men.
Bonnie felt entirely out of place even before she realized this was some sort of costume party. In addition to the black on black dress code, several people were wearing vampire fangs, devils horns or fake wings. Many had tattoos, some wore dark sunglasses, and a few had bizarre contact lenses that made their eyes look like cats, or lizards, and the like. Most wore outfits that were overtly sexual; skin tight outfits that left nothing to the imagination, codpieces, low cut bodices worn by plus size women that showed an eye popping amount of cleavage. A few men went bare chested, wearing only underpants and studded dog collars. There was one fellow, who had to be six foot five at least, wearing boots with a dozen buckles on each, and six inch platform heels. His long platinum blond hair was worn in two girlish pigtails, his chest was broad and buff and Bonnie got a good look at his shapely thighs through the split in his floor length skirt! She squirmed a little. It wasn't that she was a prude, if people wanted to go about dressed like that that was their business. She just felt it was rude to stare, but was having an extremely hard time not staring which made her feel decidedly awkward. She idly wondered whether the invitation to this gathering had read "Mid-summer, wear-something-black, cross-dressing Halloween party" or something along those lines.
Bonnie drifted though the hallway, trying to think her way out of this. She needed to find a phone. Boy, was she going to have a piece of Cindy for ditching her like this. The music here wasn’t at all like the music at the night club. It was a mix of retro 80’s and 90’s and broody gothic stuff with harsh sarcastic lyrics. Marilyn Manson, Nine Inch Nails, and others she’d never heard before. The track that had been playing ended and another came on, obviously a popular tune. A press of laughing, excited people moved towards the source of the music and Bonnie, caught like a leaf on the tide, got swept deeper into the party and on to the dance floor.
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Sivilas stood on the balcony which over looked the darkened room, watching the seething mass of black clad dancer, like a lord surveying his manor. This was his house, his party, his collection of dubious and decadent friends, associates and assorted hangers on. He ran a hand though his short bleached hair and sighed. How many of these things had he hosted now? He’d lost count, they were all starting to blur, into one. Sure, he got a huge kick out of being reputed as the “host with the most”. Everyone loved Sivilas, they loved his house, they loved his taste in music, they loved his fetish parties, his bondage fashions shows, and his sex toy expos. People from the BDSM community came from miles around to attend his renowned “social gatherings”, but as his reputation grew, Sivilas's own interest seemed to be dwindling.
He was growing bored. He’d had a string of Dom/Sub relationships, mostly with girls but a few guys too. He was rapidly coming to the conclusion that he didn’t actually like most of the so-called submissives he encountered. They groveled and simpered, “Oh please, take me Sivilas” and “Please make me, Sivilas”, “Please whip me, beat me and fuck the living daylights out of me, Sivilas”. Then “Do it again, Sivilas”, and again and again, over and over. When he eventually said “Enough” they’d pout and whine and bleat and bitch, even DEMAND, that he continue using and abusing them until THEY were satisfied. This didn’t strike Sivilas as particularly submissive at all; rather it was a sort of self-indulgent, self-centered, masochism in which he was little more than a prop they’d use to act out their own self-hatred. Sivilas considered himself to be primarily dominant (his few attempts at playing the submissive had been embarrassing failures) but he didn’t hate anyone, least of all himself. He didn’t enjoy hurting people, even they were into it. What he wanted was…well he didn’t really know what he wanted, but that sure as shit wasn’t it.
Looking over the dance floor, Sivilas spotted Bonnie and couldn’t help but laugh. She looked as incongruous as a goldfish in a pool of eels. Her long straight hair was the color of straw, and stood out from majority of black tresses like a star in the sky. She wore a white crop-top and a bright yellow tartan mini skirt, tan pantyhose and strapped sandals. Even in heels she couldn’t have been more than 5’4”, and he put her age at no more than 17. Sivilas chuckled as he watched her floundering through the sea of writhing, dark and glistening forms. The contrast was so stark it was comically. With the crowd pressed so close, most on the dance floor would be deprived of this amusement, but the grin faded from his face as he realized he wasn’t the only one who had spotted the girl. In the darkness below sharks were beginning to circle.
Sivilas picked up a headset from the DJ’s table next to him. “Ferret? You got your ears on?” The response was a series of grunts and a muffled “Aw shit!” followed by a reedy “Er…Ah…yeah boss. Wha’cha need?”. “I want to get the auction started” Sivilas replied “So get your Mustelid tail out of whatever hole it’s in and get things rolling will you?” There was a half whispered “Fuck! Sorry Hon” then “Yeah, sure thing Boss, should take me about ten minutes?” “Make it five Ferret, I’m fading the music after this next track.” He paused for a moment, watching Bonnie. “Oh and you’re going to be the auctioneer tonight Ferret. I have a little problem to take care of”.
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Bonnie had first noted the painfully thin, creepy looking fellow who was currently leering at her, somewhere in the hallway; as the dance music started to fade and the lights came up, he and his portly friend made their way over to her, both looking at her in a way that made Bonnie extremely uncomfortable. The big one stepped up close and fondled her long hair. “What color is this Switch?” he said to the other fellow as if Bonnie was a set of drapes rather than a person. “I think that’s what they call mousey colored, Whalebone” the thin one sneered. Whalebone sniggered “Mousey huh?” He leaned closer into Bonnie with hungry sort of glare that made her squirm. “Little Mousey wanna taste of Whalebones cheese?” the pair laughed heartily, while Bonnie looked from one to the other wishing herself somewhere else.
A spotlight came up, illuminating the front of the room and a man stepped up to the microphone tapping it, so it produced an awful crackling sound that made all heads turn. The two men were momentarily distracted and Bonnie tried to duck away in to the crowd, but before she could take half a step Whalebone snagged her by the hair and Switch caught her hand. Then Switch stepped around twisting the arm behind her back and grabbing her other hand, he slipped what felt like a zip tie around both wrists and pulled it tight. “Oh no you don’t Missy Mousie" He hissed into her ear "We’re gonna have some fun out of you, one way or another!” Bonnie froze. She considered screaming but the grin on Whalebone's face suggested that was all the excuse Switch was going to need to really hurt her, so she held her tongue.
The man at the microphone cleared his throat and began. “Ladies and Gentlemen, Masters and Mistresses, boy and girls. Let me welcome you once again, to the Sivilas Devante’s Annual Slave Auction.” He paused for a moment as a cheer went up around the room then continued, “The man himself will be along in just a few moments. In the mean time, I'm Ferret and I’ll be your Master of Ceremonies and auctioneer this evening.” He beamed, as if this were his sixty seconds of fame and he was going to make the most of them. “Firstly, can I ask that all of the slaves going up for auction this evening, now make their way to the stage. Thank you.” From the crowd emerged maybe two dozen men and women, each wearing long dark cloaks, which covered them from head to foot. Reaching the front of the room they cast these aside and stepped onto the low platform utterly naked, their heads bowed timidly. Bonnie was aghast; the crowd murmured appreciatively, but no one except her seemed the least surprised.
Switch smirked to Whalebone, and hissed “Bring Mousey” then moved off towards the stage. Whalebone followed grinning broadly and holding Bonnie by the arm as pushed her roughly ahead of him. “Hey Ferret" shouted Switch "Is it too late to put something up for auction?” Ferret peered down, shading his eyes from the spotlight. “What you got there Switch?” Someone at the back of the crowd
hollered “Apple pie Pussy!” and the whole room laughed. Switch chuckled “Yeah, something like that” and he grinned evilly. “Well” said Ferret “You know the rules Switch.” Switch nodded, and turned to Bonnie, leaning in so close, his boozy breath sickened her. “Yeah, I know the rules.” There was a “schnick” and Switches name sake, a blade about six inches long, was suddenly pointed at Bonnie’s throat. She was too scared to cry out, all she could do was shake, her eyes fixed on the menacing streak of steel that pricked her neck. Switch drew it slowly over her throat and cleavage, across the front of her crop top, down to her exposed belly button. Bonnie could barely draw breath; surely he didn’t intend to cut her, not with all these people watching! Then with a quick flick he caught the fabric of her top, slicing it open. He snatched at the waist band of her skirt shredding that also and her clothing fell to the floor in rags, leaving Bonnie in only stocking, thong and sandals. Whalebone gave her a hard shove and she stumbled forward onto the stage virtually naked; the crowd jeered with glee.
Quivering, Bonnie turned and looked out across the room .Half blinded by the spotlight, the mass of staring people was as anonymous as it was friendless. She tried desperately not to cry; terrified as she was, she didn’t want to look anymore vulnerable than she already did. That would only invite further humiliation, she was certain. Instead she bit her lip and silently prayed for someone to come to her rescue. Where were Cindy and her friends? Wasn’t anyone going to stop this insanity? The music rose again, this time the tune was both triumphal and familiar, her mind squirmed with too much fear to place it; something from a movie maybe. The spotlight shifted off her, focusing on the back off the room, and the mob turn as one. Ferret looked up, and with as much pomp and circumstance as he could muster he announced, ”Ladies and Gentlemen a warm welcome please for your host this evening Sivilas Devante!”
Sivilas stepped into the lighted doorway, and the throng went wild. He was nothing special to look at; average height, average build, probably late 20’s or early thirties. He was wearing a tight black PVC shirt, which showed off his muscular chest, a pair of black leather pants, high boots and a long black trench coat. What made him different was the hair, which was short, spiky, and bleached a stark white, and his eyes which were bright blue and had an animal intensity about them. He reminded Bonnie of her Mom’s favorite singer, Billy Idol. He had that same sort of contemptuous sneer, like he didn’t give a shit that all these people were cheering for him. Sivilas stepped up to the mic, yanking it roughly from Ferret’s hand; he looked skeptically around the room before proclaiming “Yeah, and you lot can fuck off too!” The crowd went crazy, and Sivilas smirked. Was he joking or wasn’t he? Who knew except him?
Sivilas looked to Bonnie, checking her out in an exaggerated manner. “So what’s this then?” The mob replied with a unanimous voice “Apple pie Pussy!” He laughed and stepped over, walking slowly around her, those penetrating eyes undressing her to the bone. Bonnie looked back at him like a deer caught in head lights, too terrified to do anything but stand stock still. He stopped directly behind her, stepping in so close that she could feel his PVC shirt adhere to her naked back. One of his arms slipped around her waist, pulling her tightly to him; his other hand came over her mouth, gagging her, as he tipped her head back to rest on his shoulder. Then he gave her cheek a long wet lick. “Mmmmmmmmmmm, yummy” he said. Bonnie screamed into his hand, and the audience hooted and howled like banshees.
Sivilas took advantage of the noisy out burst and pressing his lips close to her ear whispered “If you want to get out of this, you can come up stairs with me. Otherwise we can see what the hounds want to do with you.” He looked out at the crowd, and whispered again “Do you understand what I’m saying?” Bonnie nodded slightly. “Good. Will you come with me then?” She nodded again. She might be getting herself out of the frying pan only to step into the fire, but she was would deal with that when it came. For now getting off this stage and away from the pack of baying wolves was her top priority. She'd take her chances with the devil himself, rather than stay here at the mercy of the mob.
Sivilas smiled and directed his comments to the crowd again. “However…” he said slowly “I think I ought to give her a proper taste testing myself before I let you lot have her.” The crowd let out an exaggerated “Awwwwwww” then laughed, all except Switch who seemed about to protest vehemently. Sivilas turned to him with a glare that could have frozen vodka, and a smile to charm any grandmother. “Thank you so much for bringing me such a delightful gift, Switch. I’ll make sure to include you on my VIP list from now on.” Switch seemed to grasp both the reward he was being thrown and the veiled threat that came with it. He turned and slunk back into the multitude, grumbling and taking a confused Whalebone with him.
Laying hold of her arm, Sivilas guided Bonnie through the assembly and up the darkened stairs. All along the way, people leered and wagged their tongues at her, making comments about how she’d taste with ice cream, and similar jibes. The hallway upstairs was quieter and less crowded; the people they did pass where too busy with their own pursuits to bother much about Bonnie’s state of undress or the fact that she had her hands bound. One fellow tried to engage Sivilas in a geekish conversation about upgrading his sound system, as though Bonnie, with her frighten eyes and bare breasts, were simply invisible. Sivilas patiently inform the man that he was a little pre-occupied right now, and could they talk about it later. Only then did the fellow look Bonnie over and comment "Nice tits" before wandering off as if nothing out of the ordinary were happening. Bonnie briefly contemplated making a run for it, but all possible exits involved heading back downstairs, and she didn’t rate her chances of getting more than a few steps before Switch or Whalebone reclaimed her.
Sivilas opened the door to his suite and guided her in. The bedroom was, like the rest of the house, a grand affair. A super king sized four poster bed, drapes of rich, blood red velvet, pale shag-pile carpet, and leather lounge suite. Flames licked at several sizable logs in the fireplace and the generally medieval atmosphere was enhanced by the display of weapons and torture equipment on the walls. Sivilas walked her to the fur rug by the fire and with a gentle pressure on her shoulder, forced Bonnie to her knees. In that posture of humility, virtual naked, with her hands tied behind her back, Bonnie felt like a prisoner about to be executed. She half expected to feel a gun at her temple. Sniffling back tears of fear and anger, she gained just enough composure to blurt out “Please don’t hurt me?”
Sivilas moved around in front of her and crouched down, his eyes and his face now tender and sympathetic. He reached out, cupping her jaw in his hand and brushed his thumb over her cheek. “Shhhhhh.” He whispered “I have no intention of hurting you, Pet; quite the opposite.” He spoke softly, with a voice that was both gentle and persuasive, the kind of voice that belonged in a chocolate commercial. “Sorry about that little show downstairs” he said apologetically. “I had to give the crowd a laugh, if I was going deprive them of their new toy.”
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“Do you have a name, pet?” he asked. Sitting back on her heels, she tried to get some air into her petrified lungs, and after a few breathes replied “Bonnie McKay”. Sivilas nodded. “I’m Sivilas, nice to meet you Bonnie McKay.” He smirked a little; “I hope you’ll forgive my friends and their rather twisted senses of humor?” He got up and stepped behind her, reaching up to the mantle and taking down a knife. “It is curious though. I made up the guest list myself. I don’t recall inviting anyone by the name of Bonnie McKay?” Bonnie gulped. He knelt down behind her and cut the zip tie that held her wrists. His face brushed her hair, and he inhaled deeply. Most of the girls he’d been around smelted of sex, booze and latex. Not this one, Bonnie smelt like the simple pleasures of childhood, warm fluffy towels, the Madeira cake his Grandmother would serve with tea and, yes, hot apple pie with vanilla ice cream. She was obviously scared stiff and way out of her depth; he should probably find her some clothes and call a cab, but she was such an unexpected intrusion into
his otherwise predictable evening, like a butterfly in winter. He just wanted to marvel at her a little while longer.
He slipped off his trench coat and hung it near the door, then moving in front of her again, pulled up a footstool and sat just out of arms reach. Bonnie rubbed her wrists, crossing her arms over her breasts, trying to cover her nakedness. “So, what are you doing here Bonnie?” he continued. She looked sheepish, like a kid caught shoplifting. “Er…I …um…gate crashed” she muttered. “What, by yourself?” Sivilas chuckled. “No, my cousin, Cindy and some boys we met at a club…” “Ah, I see.” he said nodding slowly. “And where are they now?” Bonnie shrugged slightly, tears brimming in her eyes. “I don’t know. I think, maybe, they ditched me”. Sivilas laughed softly. “Oh, that is a mean prank.” He shook his head a little, contemplating her with a slight smile. “Do you know what sort of party this is Bonnie?” Bonnie just blinked, so he went on, “It’s a fetish party Bonnie, a party for adults who like to play adult games.” Bonnie nodded. “You mean kinky sex?” He laughed softly, his eyes twinkling at her straight forwardness. “Yes, if you like, kinky sex. You really shouldn’t be here.”
Bonnie drew a deep breath, and let it out slowly. “I know. I’m sorry for crashing your party; it was very bad manners. I should really go home.” Sivilas nodded. He felt bad for the girl, she'd got caught in the deep end down stair. That Switch was a sick bastard for sure, but Bonnie seemed determined not to crumble into blubbering or hysteria. He liked that; it showed spunk. “We’ve given you a nasty fright haven't we Bonnie. I’m sure you've learnt your lesson though.” He paused thoughtfully. “Still we can hardly send you home dressed like that. Let me scout around and see what I can find for you. In the mean time, can I get you a drink, some tea maybe?”
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Bonnie didn’t know whether to laugh with amusement or cry with relief. There was something frightfully British about kinky sex and tea, and something disarming in the way he offered. “Yes please, I’d
like some tea.” she said. Sivilas smiled and stepped to the sideboard. He flicked the switch on the electric kettle, and set out two mugs. “Milk and sugar?” he asked casually. Bonnie nodded, “Both please.”
He let the water boil, then filled the mugs. Reaching down the small refrigerator he topped them both up with milk then stirred in some cubed sugar and carried them over, handing one to her. She took the mug and hugged it in her hands. Her mother’s old adage about tea being the universal comforter rang in her ears as she sipped the warm liquid trying to calm her nerves.
“So, how old are you Bonnie?” he enquired in a slightly scolding tone. “I’ll be eighteen in six months.” She said softly. “Ah, I suspected as much.” He replied. “You looked more than a little out of your depth, even before Switch and Whalebone cornered you.” Bonnie looked surprised. “You were watching?” He smiled and nodded slightly. “Yeah, I was keeping an eye on you. You were kind of hard to miss.” Bonnie found him rather curious. Had she gone topless around any of the boys she knew, they'd have been gawping at her tits like landed fish. Sivilas seemed not the least bit distracted. She lowered her arms, relaxing a bit, sitting more naturally and watching Sivilas for a reaction. There was none that she could see, he just continued studying her face and making conversation as if they were both fully clothed.
“So what did you do to your cousin to deserve ditching?” He asked. Bonnie sighed deeply. “My parents died in a car wreck three months ago. My Aunt and Uncle are my legal guardians until my birthday.” His face grew more serious as he listened. “They live in a trailer park on the east side. I have to share a tiny room with Cindy.” Bonnie looked up at him sadly. “She’s been ordered to show me around, help me settle in, make friends, stuff like that. But she thinks I’m a drag and I’m ruining her fun or something.” Sivilas nodded softly. “I’m sorry for your loss Bonnie. That must be really rough. Being a teenager is confusing enough, without loosing the people who love you into the bargain.” Bonnie blinked at him wide eyed. So many people had given her their condolences over the last few months. She was sure their sympathies were well meant, but usually they came across as pity and that only made her feel worse. Here, in the most unlikely of settings, was someone who simple empathy wasn’t contrived, hollow or clichéd. Maybe the man before her wasn't looking at her body because he was looking some place deeper.
“I’m so lonely I can’t find words for it” she blurted, much to her own surprise. "I've lost my family, my friends, my home, my whole life." She bit her lip as tears started to brim. She did want to cry, she'd wept an ocean of tears already and couldn't bare to shed anymore. “I can’t even imagine what kind of void that must leave” he said softly, with a look which suggested he might not be telling the whole truth. "Not that way at least. I've had a very fortunate life. No tragedies to speak of; just the usual bumps and bruises on the road of life." He turned and paced across the room, apparently deep in thought. Stopping by the bed he reached up, idly flicking a pair of hand cuffs that hung from one of the bed posts. Bonnie cringed. “So how come your into this sicko stuff?” she asked acidly. Sivilas turned, seemingly cut by her comment. “Kinky sex, as you call it, isn’t sick Bonnie. It’s a healthy exploration of your darker desires, playing out fantasies with someone you trust, broadening your sexual horizons, not forcing someone to do stuff they don't want to do.” Sivilas turned away broodingly. "I'm sorry about those jerks down stairs. I only told Switch what I did to shut him up. Actually I'm putting him on my permanent ban list. He's an asshole." Bonnie bowed her head feeling a bit embarrassed. Maybe he wasn't the sexual predator she'd initially taken him for. There was something tender, almost vulnerable about Sivilas, something sort of lonely too. He seemed genuinely sorry for her situation, both for this evening and for the mess her life was in.
After a long silence he continued, “Do you mind if I ask you a rather personal question?” Bonnie shrugged “If you like.” He gave her a long thoughtful look. “Have you ever had sex?” She choked, and almost spat out her tea. “Oh, hell, I’m sorry” said Sivilas apologetically, stepping over and rescuing the cup from her unsteady hand. “I didn’t mean to… Sorry.” Bonnie looked up coughing slightly, “No, no it’s alright. You said ‘personal’, I just wasn’t expecting that ‘personal’.” He handed back her mug, and sat down on the footstool again. “So, have you?” he quizzed as if genuinely curious. “Yeah, sure, lots of times”. Sivilas raised an eyebrow. “Lots of times? You mean more than five?” Bonnie nodded again. “More than ten?” Bonnie paused, counting to herself then shook her head slowly. Sivilas made a thoughtful murmur. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He watched her quietly for a moment “So, do you enjoy it?” he asked. “What, sex?” she replied. “Yeah, do you enjoy sex?” “Well, of course. Don’t you?” Bonnie bit her lip, not having meant to sound so defensive. Sivilas paused looking somewhat skeptical. “It depends who I’m with and what we are doing.” He seemed to sag a little. “Frankly, if I’m not really into the girl I’m with, it can sometimes be a bit of a chore.” Bonnie looked at him curiously. “So, why do it?” Sivilas smiled wryly. “Lots of reasons; because it’s expected; because I want to please someone; because I want to be close to someone for a bit?” Bonnie nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah, that sounds familiar”. It did sound very familiar. All of her sexual experiences fell in to one or other, if not all, of those categories.
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“I’m sorry Bonnie, I don’t mean to pry, it’s just… you’re kind of a breath of fresh air around here. I was curious.” He let out a sigh. Sitting and talking with this delightfully innocent girl was more fun than he’d had in a long time. She was somehow more “real” than anyone he’d been with lately and she made him feel a little more innocent himself despite, or possibly because of, the topic of the conversation. Something about this reminded him of the first time he’d seen a porn magazine. He’d been about seven years old, and one of his school mates had shown it too him. He clearly remembered that woman, with her legs spread wide, showing off parts of the anatomy, which until then he'd been unfamiliar with. He remembered the feeling of acute embarrassment, both for himself and for her. He remembered the heat on his face, and the wood he'd had in his pants for the rest of that afternoon. It was a pleasant recollection, and a pleasant feeling, but the conversation was obviously distressing her so he had to call it quits. “I’m making you uncomfortable. I’ll stop.” He was getting up, when Bonnie reached out and touched his hand. “No, please?” she said with surprising sincerity. “It’s okay. I do know what you mean. It’s kind of refreshing to have someone interested in what I have to say. Go on, please? I don’t mind.”
He nodded and smiled softly looking her over again. Gone was the fear in her eyes; now he saw the eager face of a puppy that’s discovered a new game, and wants to play. “So, do you really enjoy sex?” Sivilas asked. Bonnie pondered for a moment. “The guys I’ve been with… well … the backs of cars and fumbling about and its all over so quickly.” Sivilas nodded. “Do you cum?” Bonnie shrugged. “Sometimes, I guess” she muttered. “You guess? You do know what an orgasm is, don’t you?” he asked. Bonnie nodded “Of course, but I…” Bonnie flushed, from head to toe and fell silent. “You have to do it yourself to get one?” Sivilas guessed. “Yeah, something like that.” She said blushing deeper and shifted uncomfortably. He murmured understandingly. “I’m sorry you’ve had such inconsiderate and under educated lovers.” Bonnie blinked “Huh?” He repeated himself. “I’m sorry the men, or should I say boys, you’ve been with haven’t know how to satisfy you.” Bonnie seemed astounded “You mean… is not me?” Sivilas tried not to laugh, but it was a real struggle. “Bonnie darlin’, if you can get yourself off but they can’t, who’s fault do you really think that is?” Bonnie frowned thoughtfully, as if she that hadn’t occurred to her before.
“Has anyone ever eaten you out Bonnie?” Sivilas asked, as casually as if he were enquiring about her dinning habits at the table rather those of her lovers under it. She winced and shifted awkwardly again. “No, they haven’t”. He sighed sadly. He'd been enjoying this game, but she clearly wasn’t, so it was time to do what he really should have done already. “I was going to ask if you’d like me to do that for you, but I can see I’m just making you uncomfortable. I better send you home Bonnie.” He got up and moved towards the wardrobe, but Bonnie stopped him. “Oh no, it’s not that at all, it’s just… well… you see… I desperately need to go for a pee.” Bonnie squirmed with awkwardness and Sivilas peered at her uncertainly. It hadn’t occurred to him there might be some other reason for her discomfort and her reply took him a little off guard. Then she looked him squarely in the eye and with a remarkable degree of self-assurance said “In answer to your question; yes, I think I would like that. If you want to that is.” He stared at her in awe. He’d meant his comment as a joke, expecting her to be horrified, but instead the plucky little lass was almost daring him to do it. “You would?” he said, his surprise at her answer showing. “I don’t want to force you into anything Bonnie. I meant what I said about not hurting you.” He examined her face carefully. “I’m all for broadening horizons, teaching others to think and feel outside the box, but only if that’s what they really want to do.” Bonnie nodded in understanding, and Sivilas frowned thoughtfully. He really hadn’t intended to go down this road. There were a dozen reasons why it was a bad idea, her age, her naivety, her innocence… her charm, her simple beauty, her comforting scent… her doe eyes, her flaxen hair and firm nubile figure… god damn it! Sivilas kicked himself mentally and sighed.
“Why?” Bonnie asked, shaking him from his private thoughts. “Why, what?” he queried. “Why would you want to… you know… go down on me?” she said. He paused search for the right words. “I can’t mend your life Bonnie, and I can’t take back the things that have happened to you this evening, but can make you cum like you’ve never cum before, if that’s something you’d like, I mean.” She nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah, I think I would like that” she replied, completely without guile. "You're not afraid of me then?" he asked. Her reply was quick "No. Should I be?" Sivilas chuckled. “No, I'm probably the one who should be afraid of you; after all you could make my life a real hell by just reporting what’s happened to you tonight."
He moved towards the wardrobe collecting pair of track pants and a sweat shirt, which he placed on a chair by the door. Reaching into coat pocket he took out a cell phone and wallet. He opened the wallet, withdrew some cash, and lay it on the chair with the clothes and phone. "Tell you what Bonnie, consider these yours. Anytime you want to leave, just take them and go. I won't stop you" He looked to her for comprehension before continuing. "If you want to stay, then you need to know the house rules." Bonnie watched him intently and nodded. "Firstly, I'm not going to make you do anything you don’t want to, but I will expect you to do everything I ask.” He looked stern. “I like a girl to be obedient. Understand?" Bonnie nodded. "Secondly, if you really can't deal with something I ask, or if I'm doing something that is too uncomfortable, then you have to say ‘Enough’.” He watched her carefully making sure she was listening. “No other word will work Bonnie. ‘Don't’, ‘No’, ‘Stop’ etc I am simply going to ignore. If you really mean it, you have to say ‘enough’. Alright?" Bonnie nodded quietly again. "Say it out loud, please Bonnie?" She drew a deep breath. "Yes Sivilas, I understand."
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"Please, can I use the toilet now?" asked Bonnie sheepishly. Sivilas smiled, his eyes twinkled mischievously. "No, you may not" he replied sharply. "I'm going to give you a test Bonnie. If you pass, you can stay and we’ll have some fun. If you fail, then you go straight home. Alright?" Bonnie gulped nodding slowly and crossing her legs tightly. Her bladder was started to ache. "That seems fair. What's the test?" she asked. Sivilas nodded toward the upholstered box he'd been sitting on earlier. "Open it." Bonnie crawled over and flipped open the lid. Inside was a large ceramic bowl that looked like an over-grown soup mug. "It’s a chamber pot Bonnie. I want you to use it, while I watch." Bonnie’s eyes grew wider. "Yes, while I watch Bonnie, that's your test." She drew a breath looked at Sivilas and then at the pot. "Er...okay" she replied, sounding a little unsure. She got up and moved to the corner, facing the wall and put the pot down. She was about to pull down her stockings and thong when Sivilas stopped her. "No Bonnie, I want you to turn and face me. You are going to watch me watching you. Understand?” Bonnie gulped as he continued. “Don't take your things down either. I want you to tear the crotch out of your pantyhose, pull your thong aside and pee like that." Bonnie blinked. She opened her mouth to respond, but couldn't think of anything to say. Sivilas arched one eye brow and spoke a little impatiently. "It's that, or we can wait until you pop, darlin?
Bonnie closed her eyes and drew a deep breath, then reaching between her legs, grasped the seam of the panty hoses and shredded them with her nails. She tucked a thumb into her thong and pulled it to one side crouching over the piss pot and looking to Sivilas. He nodded approvingly as she gritted her teeth and let go the hot flood of urine that had been threatening to burst its damn. The stream rattled embarrassingly against the porcelain but rather than any look of triumphant glee, Sivilas's face showed only a sort of fatherly pride. For a moment she felt like a three year old who'd just learned to use the potty. She'd pleased him and it gave her a kind of odd thrill.
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As she finished, she looked about for something to wipe herself with. Sivilas, noted her glance and reached into the dresser tossing her a handkerchief. She dabbed herself dry, then pulled her garments back into place and stood. "There, that wasn't so hard was it?" he said "Feel better now?" Bonnie nodded. "Yes, thank you Sir, much better." He smiled, her spontaneous used of the word "Sir" charmed him. It wasn't contrived or overblown, just, somehow genuine. "That’s very good Bonnie, very good indeed. I like a girl who has good manners and knows how to use them. Keep that up and we'll get along famously." He motioned her to the wash basin nearby. "Now empty the pot down the sink and rinse it for me." She took the pot and moved quickly to the basin pouring its contents down the sink and washing it out. Then she rinsed the handkerchief, wrung it out and hung it over the towel rail to dry. Sivilas watched her, fascinated by her attention to detail. When she was done, she turned to him, her eyes filled with question. Had she done what he wanted? Would she be allowed to stay? The look of eagerness made his nipples go hard, there was a twitching in his pants and he marveled at how easily she was turning him on. Sivilas smiled soft. "Yes, you passed Bonnie." She grinned broadly and hugged herself a little. "Are you ready for your reward now?" Bonnie suppressed her smile and nodded soberly. "Come, sit.’ said Sivilas as he patted the foot of the big four poster.
“Take those things off now Bonnie. I want to look at your pussy." Bonnie gulped. Clearly his frank direction was somewhat shocking to her. He'd hoped it would be, just a little. She slipped off her underwear and the now sorry excuse for a pair of panty hoses, then moved to the bed and sat nervously looking up at him. Sivilas tugged off his boots and stepped close to her. Crossing his arms he peeled off his tight shirt and stood over her naked from the waist up. Her eyes were filled with a kind of awe that made his chest feel tight and his cock swell. She’d touched him where he hadn’t been touched in a very long time and he was eager to do the same for her. His knees brushed against hers as he cupped her chin in his hand, tipping her face towards him he leaned over and kissed her softly on the mouth. It was, at first, a very light kiss, but as she responded with passion, he deepened it letting his own desire flow. His body responded with an excited chill, and his cock sprang instantly to attention. Her kiss was delicious, sweet, warm and above all honest. Breaking it gently, he looked into her eyes, "Now let me see you Bonnie" he whispered. Nudging her knees with his own, they parted, like the drawing of a curtain. With his eyes still locked in hers, he crouched, his hands drifting to her thighs, pushing them further apart. Only then did he glance downwards. She was as perfect and sweet below as she was above. Her soft bush was the color of rabbit fur, her lips neat, flushed and pouty. A pretty pussy prime for petting he thought. He looked up to her face again; it was pensive, seemingly more afraid of his reaction than of his intention. Sivilas smiled softly and licked his lips. “Mmmmmmmm, yummy." He said. This time she smiled a slightly embarrassed, but somewhat relieved, smile.
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"Lay back on the bed Bonnie. Just relax and enjoy. This is for you." Bonnie did as she was told, looking up at the canopy over the bed, noting the patterns in the fabric, which swirled like her thoughts. What on earth was she doing?! Naked, with a man almost twice her age?! Parting her legs for a complete stranger?! Was she out of her mind? She must have tensed because Sivilas pulled back a little looking at her, his hands stroking her belly and thighs as he cooed
"There, there pet, no need to be nervous. You know how young children like to put things in their mouths all the time?" She nodded slightly. "They like to taste and touch the world in a very intimate way. I want to taste and touch you like that, Bonnie. I'm going to lick you gently and see how you taste. I'm going explore your pussy with my tongue, and if I like what I find, I may slip my fingers inside you see what you feel like in there." Bonnie bit her lip and shuddered. Chills ran over her, turning her skin to goose flesh, and pricking her nipples to erect little peaks. He spoke with excited anticipation like a rock hound making final preparations for a much awaited trip to the Arizona desert; not sure what he might find, but excited by the possibilities. He firmly caressed her inner thighs, moving up and up, just brushing the edges of her fur with his finger tips. Leaning forward kissed her mound, just over the clit, and purred like a cat vibrating her, so that the flesh beneath twitched and tingled. Slowly his tongue snaked out, pushing past her soft muff into her fleshy folds, running down one side of her slit, then back up the other, leaving behind it a warm trail of wetness.
Bonnie closed her eyes and let out a soft moan. She never been touched like that before; so intimate, yet somehow removed. There was no one in her face, trying to get their tongue down her throat. She didn’t feel like she was in some sort of wrestling match, winner take all; instead she felt like a pampered princess being tended by some anonymous and almost irrelevant servant. His hands massaged and kneaded her flesh, while his serpentine tongue lapped the skin that covered her clit pushing it back, like the hero in some romantic Russian film pulling back the heroines hood before soundly kissing her. That was what he did next, kissed her there, then pressing in with his lips, he sucked softly. That sent what felt like an electric jolt through her whole body. Bonnie gasped, tipping her head back and clawing her fingers into the bed clothes. She'd never felt anything like that before; it was almost painfully delicious and made every muscle in her body tighten. Sivilas chuckled softly, his breath hot against her tender flesh and Bonnie panted heavily, with her head starting to spin.
Sivilas tickled her nub with the tip of his tongue and then combed the fingers thru her bush, giving her slit a long wet lick. He rested his hand on her mound and dipping his thumb into his mouth, lay it over the spot he had been teasing and rubbed his moist digit in soft circles. He lapped her long again, up and down, up and down gradually parting her pussy lips, sinking his tongue deeper between them with each taste.
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Sivilas was in no hurry. Bonnie had reminded him of the simple pleasures; the ones that get forgotten in the rat race rush of modern life. An old friend had often said “Don’t forget to smell the roses, Sivilas”. The rose before him now was worth savoring. She tasted like banana ice cream soda and her juices tingled on his tongue like one. The way she moaned and twitched was so sincere, as though really she didn’t know what to expect next. He felt like a guide, showing her around some sight he’d grown too familiar with, and was now seeing afresh through her amazed eyes. Her thrill became his thrill; all he wanted to do was take her higher and keep her there for as long as he could.
Sivilas dipped his tongue between her petals like a bee searching for nectar in her fleshy flower. She moaned appropriately and he probed deeper, leaning in to nuzzle her nub with his nose. With one hand he caressed her belly while the other squeezed and stroked her quivering thigh. Sivilas sucked on her lips enjoying their texture. They reminded him of raw oysters and he made a mental note to try her with lemon and Thousand Island dressing sometime. Bonnie squirmed and panted so delightfully, he that kept up his nibbling for sometime, trying many different variations, nipping with his teeth, lapping with his tongue, gumming her gently, then pulling back and blowing cool air across her cunt. She loved it all, and he couldn’t move on to anything else until he’d explored all of the available options. Raising his head he looked up to her face. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, her breasts quivered as she breathed in short little gasps. Lazily she opened her eyes and looked down at him as if
wondering why he had stopped. Their eyes met, and he chose that moment to rest the tips of three fingers on her slit. Bonnie gasped slightly arching her back and bit her lip. He raised a brow in unvoiced question and she nodded quickly before closing her eyes and laying back with a shudder of anticipation.
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Bonne was enraptured. His finger tips drifted over her pussy and she moaned wantonly. She couldn't help herself, she was utterly under his spell. With two fingers he gently parted her lips, pressing the third between them, brushing up and down, up and down sinking slightly deeper with each stroke, then curling his other fingers back he thrust deep into her, and went down on her again. Bonnie cried out softly, throwing her head back, as he teased and tortured her deliciously. Somehow he knew just where to touch her, and how to get just the reaction he wanted. She felt like her body wasn’t her own any more. She’d vacated it and gone on holiday; Sivilas had moved in and taken over. She was a puppet on strings, and he was tugging them one by one.
She felt it coming from far, far away. It rose slowly from somewhere deep inside, swelling with a deceptive calm, higher and higher, and higher still, until the cresting wave towered over her, teetered for a few moments then broke, crashing down with all the force of an ocean breaker. Bonnie cried out as the ragging orgasm surged over her; had she been a beach it would have obliterated every sand castle, sent dogs and children scampering and left grandmothers with sodden shoes. Her hips bucked so hard she was afraid Sivilas had got his nose broken, but he barely paused to give her breath before he was licking and suck and thrusting at her again. Sivilas slid a second finger in, curling them both to caress her walls, probing deeply, touching things inside her that ached to be touched again. Bonnie wailed, this was unbelievably good; she wanted him do this to her forever. The wave didn't even have time to retreat, before a second began where the first had left off, building swelling too an even more dizzying height than before. It hit more like an earth quake than a wave. Bonnie's entire body shook violently, as though she were standing on a railway bridge with the train rolling by just inches away. Her hands clawed at the bed, her back arched and her head was thrown back as if he'd hooked her up to the mains and thrown the switch. Every muscle went taught, and quavered like the strings of an instrument, she couldn't even draw breath.
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Still Sivilas didn't let up, in fact her climax just spur him on. The way she reacted made him hot as hell. Harder and faster he thrust, sitting up now so he could watch the exquisite agony on her face. He rubbed her clit round and round with his thumb as he drove his fingers into her relentlessly. Bonnie thrashed and squirmed like an epileptic in mid-seizure. She moaned and groaned, panting and gasping for breath. He could feel her cunt sucking and grasping at his fingers, hungry it was, hungry for all he could give it, and so he kept on feeding it. She gritted her teeth and sucked in some air, then cried out “Oh, God, Enough!” Sivilas froze. With his heart racing he very slowly pulled out of her and moved on to the bed beside her. Laying close her brushed some hair from her face, looking to her with concern. “I’m sorry, did I hurt you Pet?” Bonnie turned her face towards him, shaking, her chest heaving as she tried to form words. “I…couldn’t…breath.” She smiled broadly and Sivilas smiled back greatly relieved. “So you are okay?” he whispered. Bonnie nodded, and gave him a look that said she was more than okay, so he kissed her.
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Bonnie lay quivering and panting on the bed for a long while. Sivilas held her until she stopped shaking, then got up and made them both another cup of tea. “That was…” Bonnie faded, lost for words. Sivilas smiled licking his lips. “Yeah, it was.” He shifted uncomfortably as he returned with the mugs and Bonnie looked down, noting the sizable bulge in his pants. She sat up and took her mug from him. “Do you want me to return the favor?” she asked,putting on a slightly sultry voice. Sivilas looked to her sadly. “No, I’m fine Bonnie. It’s getting late, you’d better go.” Her heart sank. “Oh” she said dejectedly and sat quietly while she drank her tea. Finishing, she took the mug back to the sink and washed it, then turned to look at him squarely. “I don’t want to go Sivilas” She said somewhat defiantly, then, softening her tone she went on “I want to stay here. I want to… sleep with you, Sivilas, Sir.” He looked at her quizzically. "You won’t be missed?” Bonnie shook her head. “My Aunt and Uncle are probably blind drunk by now. They won’t wake until afternoon, and I won’t be looked for until dinner time, at least.” He nodded quietly. “Please let me stay? I’ll do anything you ask?”
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Sivilas was torn. He wanted her there, more than anything, but she was an under aged temptation he’d already gone too far with. That, and he was feeling awfully protective of her. Hell, he’d never let a daughter of his date someone like himself! The angel that sat on his right shoulder and the devil which occupied his left had an impassioned argument about the pro’s and con’s. He smiled slightly, as a particularly wicked thought crossed his mind, and his devil won hands down. “Alright, you can stay, but on one condition.” He got up and moved to the nightstand, pulling open a drawer and taking out a little black dildo. It was small, about five inches long and less than an inch in diameter. “What is the condition?” she asked softly. He sat on the edge off the toying with it and peered up at her. “That you wear this, and only this to bed.” Bonnie blinked, as though she hadn’t understood him. “You want me to wear that, where Sir?” she asked. “In your pussy Bonnie” he answered insistently. “Oh, Er… um… Alright. If that’s what you want Sir.” she replied tentatively. Sivilas nodded and patted the bed next to him. “It is. Come, stand in front of me and put your foot on the bed”. Bonnie did as she was told, and as she parted her legs he groped her roughly, slipping a finger into her, then sliding the little toy in so deeply that her lips closed behind it. “Good girl, Bonnie. Now you can get into bed.”
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Bonnie gasped at the intrusion, shuddering a little climbed under the covers. The toy felt weird inside her; far from filling her, it seemed small and inadequate. She didn’t understand what this was for, she wanted more; she wanted him. Sivilas un-buttoned his fly and slipped off his black leather pants. Underneath he wore tight boxers in charcoal grey, with what looked like pop studs down each side. He also wore a raging hard-on, the sight of which made Bonnie’s belly squirm with anticipation. She wriggled over in the bed and he got in next to her. Smiling softly and leaning in gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek. “Thank you Bonnie, I’ve had a lovely evening. Good night” and with that he rolled towards the window, and snuggled down, closing his eyes. Bonnie was aghast. What was he doing, wasn’t he going to fuck her? After all he’d just done? Didn’t he want her? Of course he wanted her! Look at him? She lay back feeling absolutely gutted. She'd done something wrong; obviously, she'd displeased him, but how? She bit her lip and tried not make a sound, she didn’t want to upset him any further. He’d taken her out of herself, and flown her to heaven and back. Now she suddenly felt lost and isolated again.
She snuggled down and tried to get comfortable. The bed clothes smelled so good; a musky male smell, which reminder her of her father’s woolen jumpers. His body was warm next to her. His steady breathing was peaceful, and comforting. Oh how she longed for his arms around her. Bonnie closed her eyes and tried to sleep, but the toy inside her made her ache with want. At first it had been cool, foreign and manifestly intrusive, but as it warmed to body temperature it became a sort of phantom presence, barely there, yet impossible to ignore. Bonnie rolled her hips a little and clenched, letting out a tiny moan as she felt the thing shift. Oh how she wanted
it to move, to wriggle and thrust inside her, so she could really feel it. Motionless it was like some sort of void; it made her feel empty and the emptier she felt the more she wanted Sivilas to fill her.
Bonnie tried to think of something else, like what she was going to tell Cindy of her adventures, and whether perhaps she'd tell her nothing at all, as pay back for the ditching. But that only lead to thoughts of what tales Cindy might have to tell; images of Cindy and Gavin together, humping, moaning, cumming. Oh god, how she wanted the man beside her inside her.
Bonnie rolled over slipping an arm across his body and leaning up to whisper in his ear. Her pert nipples grew as hard as pebbles as they rubbed against his warm back. “Sivilas?” There was no answer, just the slow steady breathing of one who is soundly sleeping. Bonnie sighed. Her hand drifted over his belly. She meant to stop there but her hand continued, with a will of its own, down to his groin. His cock was still wooden and she stroked it lovingly, groaning as she struggled to control her desire. “Sivilas?” she whispered more urgently. This time he responded, with a sleepy moan. “Mmmm? What is it Bonnie?” He rolled towards her, laying on his back to look at her. “Sivilas. Aren't you going to… ” She paused, embarrassed to say what she meant. “Aren't I going to what, Bonnie?” She sighed with frustration. “I want you Sivilas, I want you to fuck me!” Bonnie caressed his hard member with her hand to emphasis the point. Sivilas moaned a little. “I’m tired Bonnie. I don’t want to fuck you.” Bonnie let out a pained whimper. She wanted him so badly she was ready to beg, but before she could open her mouth to try he interrupted. “Give me back my toy” He said wearily. She chewed her lip as she probed inside herself to retrieve it, then handing it back she tired not to burst into tears as she waited for the words “Now get out” or something to that effect. Instead Sivilas motioned to the nightstand. “There are condoms in the first draw. If you really want, you can fuck me.”
Bonnie almost sobbed with relief as she scrambled to the night stand. Sivilas lay back watching her with heavy eyes as she pulled away the covers and popped the studs on his boxers. With a quick tug they were gone; his proud prick seemed to swell with pleasure at its liberation. It was a sight to behold. Thick around the shaft and deeply veined, it was straighter than most and glowed a rich pinkish purple. She tore into the condom wrapper and inexpertly slipped it into
place, her hands trembling as she did.
“Are you alright Bonnie?” he asked drowsily. She nodded fervently. “Yeah, yeah, I’m just… I’ve never been so god damned horny in my life, Sir." He chuckled. "So tell me, what is it you plan to do with me Bonnie?" She looked to him, the answer on her lips before she'd even thought about it. "I want to make you cum Sir!” He frowned a little, raising one skeptical brow. “Make me?” Bonnie bit her lip realizing she had chosen her words poorly. “I want to pleasure you Sir, like you did me, and bring you off” Sivilas smiled patently. “That’s better, Pet.” He folded his arms behind his head. “Tell me, have you ever ridden a horse?” She nodded. “Yeah, I’m not the greatest rider, but I know how”. He grinned. “Good. Gently into the saddle then Bonnie, and take me for a long slow ride.”
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Bonnie nodded obediently and quickly straddled him, watching his face as her pussy kissed his plump purple head. Sivilas wasn’t sure how much longer he’d have been able to continue his charade. His balls were aching; his stomach was knotted so tightly it was making his eyes water. It had taken every ounce of his self control to keep breathing slow and stead, and pretend to be asleep. Maybe it was a mean trick to tell her he wasn’t interested, when what he’d really wanted was to throw her on her back and screw the living hell out of her, but he’d long since learned the intense gratification that temporary denial could bring. Both of them were now so damned hot for each other, it didn’t bare thinking on; if he had, he might have cum right there and then. Instead he concentrated on her face, and the elation he was going to get from watching her pleasure herself on his cock.
Bonnie balanced herself over his loins, licking her soaked slit across his knob. Her eyes were fixed on his and burned with untamed lust. He looked her body over, both amazed by the raw sexuality he’d uncover and bewildered by how easily she took his breath away. She must have been hot for him; her sap was already running down his aching shaft. Easing herself down, she closed her eyes and rolled her head back. Her lips above parted in a moan while her lips below opened to take the tip of him in. She rotated her hips as if tasting his head then paused for just a moment before dropping hard and impaling herself deeply. Bonnie sat there, shuddering, with only the whites of her eyes showing and Sivilas thought of an old samurai movie he’d seen; she looked just like the hero had as he knelt and stabbed himself to commit hara-kiri. Slowly, she tilted her head forward again and opened her eyes to look at him. They eyes glowed with such intense hunger, that she seemed like a possessed creature, about to devour him. “What would you have me do now, Sir?” she panted.
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“Ride Bonnie, a nice easy walk to begin with.” Sivilas held up his hands and she took them like reins, kicking slightly with her heels she started to rock her hips as if she was walking a horse. The sensation almost made her swoon. That excruciating emptiness had been replaced with the most fabulous thing she’d ever held between her legs. It was full and firm, silky smooth, and for a few moments felt cool against her raging heat. Yet she felt like a parched man who’d been giving an ice block. She wanted to drink deeply and quench her terrible thirst; instead she had to suck and lick, and work every for every precious drop. Her thighs quivered as she forced herself to go slowly. Part of her wanted to get where she was going as quickly as she could; another part wanted this agonizing bliss to last forever.
Bonnie pried her mind away from her own pleasure and looked to Sivilas. His eyes regarded her with a kind of drowsy disbelief. He moaned softly, “Oh God that’s good Bonnie” and she grinned with delight. Shifting her weight she rotated her hips, gasping a little as his rod stirred her yonni. Sivilas responded with a deep moan and his eyes close as his head tilted back on the pillows. Brimming with eagerness, Bonnie picked up the pace a little; his reaction was to freeze immediately. “No, Bonnie!” he snapped, then softening his tone, he continued “Not yet, not until I say.” She gulped and nodded, feeling like a puppy brought to heel. Slowing to her former pace, she rolled her hips in different directions so that every inch of her hungry hole could savor him.
“Now to a canter, Bonnie” he murmured softly. The voice of her old riding instructor echoed in her ears, “Shoulders square, chest up, lift that seat Girl!” Bonnie moved her weight to her knees and rolled her pelvis forward lifting off him a few inches. It was like drawing a stick out of mud; she sucked on him, reluctant to let go. As his hot flesh drew out he moaned a moan that made her think of hot chocolate fudge sauce. His body shivered and his back arched as he pushed his pelvis towards her as if, he too was reluctant to leave her. Bonnie bit her lip and tried not to smirk. Whatever he might have said before, he wanted her now, perhaps as badly as she wanted him. She was determined to please him and to give him the best damned ride she could. Straightening her back she sat as upright, pulling of until she held only his very tip, then she let gravity do the rest of the work, dropping suddenly back down the full length of his shaft. Sivilas let out a small cry and rolled his head to the side “Yes, Bonnie, Oh God yes!”
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Bonnie took up the pace of a canter, letting go of his hands and folding her own behind her head like a kid saying “Look mom, no hands”. Up and down she bobbed, panting harder and harder with every stroke. Her body was on fire; perspiration broke out across her shoulders and breasts. Sivilas found himself transfixed as he watched a bead of sweat run down her neck, over her collar bone, and make its way down the ski jump slope of her breast, towards her nipple. With a groan he leapt forward, chasing the droplet with his tongue and catching it in his mouth, then resting his hands on Bonnie’s waist he took her luscious teat fully into his mouth, sucking it like a nursing babe. Bonnie moaned loudly and shuddered, faltering in her stride, but Sivilas gripped her hips, driving her on to him again and again. Bonnie’s fingers ran though his hair gripping his head, pulling his mouth from her breast as she leaned in kissing him with a fiery passion. He kissed back, the lust rising like a tide in his throat. His tongue pushed past her lips, danced a tango with hers and filled her delicious mouth with his mounting desire.
Bonnie pulled back from the kiss with a gasp, and tilting her face skywards made a series of caveman-like grunts; words half spoken “Er…mh...gh…erf.’ Her body began to tremor, and Sivilas eased back so he could watch her face. “Don’t stop Bonnie, keep it up, keep it coming, that’s my girl”. Bonnie turned to look at him, seeming stunned, as if she didn’t quite understand what was happening inside her. She breathed in harsh little gasps which terminated in an astonished cry and cut off abruptly.
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Bonnie felt like she’d been transformed into a volcano. Her earth shook and trembled, loose soil cascaded down her slopes, trees were up rooted and tossed down with the rubble, then somewhere, deep inside, something primal cracked. With a slow deep rumbling her orgasm forced its way up, smashing aside everything in its path with the brute force of nature. Up and up, from her groin to her belly, her belly to her chest, turning everything in its wake to stone. Her cunt constricted, her stomach clenched, her chest got so tight she couldn’t breath, her back, her arms, her neck and jaw all locked tight. The climax exploded into her head with such a blood rush she was temporarily blinded. It roared in her ears like the ocean and her brain pounded so hard she thought something was going to burst. She could barely hear Sivilas calling to her from what seemed miles away “That’s it Bonnie, that’s my girl, push thru it love, push thru it, keep going”. Gasping like a swimmer erupting from deep water, she forced herself thru the sensory black out, out and up and over.
When her vision cleared Sivilas was there in front of her, holding her hips, bouncing her gently in his lap, smiling with a look of pure delight. “Easy Bonnie, easy. Catch your breath, Love” he whispered tenderly. “Slower now, like you are taking your horse up a steep hill.” Bonnie nodded limply, sucking in as much air as she could. The tension in her body drained away leaving her feeling like a rag doll, or a deflated balloon, but as Sivilas continued to thrust into her, the hunger swiftly rose again, even stronger than it had been before. His eyes shone like fireworks in a darkened sky. His smile beamed like that of a child watching its first snow fall. His body rippled and glistened, and his breath smelled of raw sexual energy. She wanted him now, more than ever.
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Bonnie lay her hands on his cheeks and leaned in to take his kiss, pushing him back down to the bed. Her nipples brushed against his chest, sending a hot flush of lust across his upper body. Her mouth ranged over his, wantonly, sucking and nipping at his lips and tongue. He returned the kiss in kind, moaning into it as her forearms fell across his shoulders, pinning him to the mattress. Normally Sivilas wouldn’t have tolerated such forwardness from a girl, but he was the one who had lit this fire under Bonnie, and it was amusing him to she just how much of a vixen might become.
It seemed she was a more experience horsewoman that she had let on. No sooner was he on his back, than Bonnie was putting her hips into it, riding him hard, urging her mount faster and higher. With sharp insistent thrusts she drove her pelvis against his; their sweat soaked curls tangling together as she squeezed and tugged at his member as if she was trying to up-root it. Her grunts were primal, like the snuffling of some burrowing animal. Sivilas pried her from his mouth, pushing her away so he could at her face. He saw before him a wild thing; her golden hair flopped around her face in an unkempt halo, like the mane of a lion, and her eyes were consumed with insatiable hunger.
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“Now, Bonnie! Ride like the wind, Darlin.” Sivilas wheezed, his breathing almost as hot and heavy as her own. Bonnie pitched herself upright, driving down with her knees, using the spring in the mattress as a counter thrust and the bed itself groaned in time with their own impassioned cries. She rode with all the determination of a pony express rider while Sivilas threw himself up into her such fierce urgency of a bronco. His hands ranged over her body, pawing at her breasts, clawing her flanks and clutching tightly at her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as his body grew rigid under her. His face contorted, his eyes screwing up as a look of exquisite agony griped his features. Bonnie might have smiled with glee, were it not that her body was going as taut as his. They both quaked deeply, the moment hanging in the air like the final note of a symphony, then with a roar of ecstasy, Sivilas came. He shook and trembled under her like a man in an electric chair, ramming deep into her recesses, as he lost his pent up load. Bonnie let out an elated cry and her pulsating snatch closed around his throbbing cock, trying to milk it for all it was worth. Their hearts thundered like rapturous applause and Bonnie felt that same sense of being lifted high into the air that came from being part of a standing ovation.
Bonnie tumbled off him, falling to the bed exhausted, every inch of her limp and quivering. Her heart was thumping as if it was ready to burst, her limbs seemed to be made of rubber, and her body felt hot enough to fry eggs. She lay panting heavily and watched in stunned disbelief as Sivilas stumbled to his feet, discarded the used condom and fumbled for another. His eyes burned into her as he slipped it on, then without so much as a nod, he roughly seized Bonnie's ankle and dragged her to the edge of the bed. "On your knees Girl" he commanded. Bonnie rolled on to all fours with a groan. She couldn’t believe this, the man had just cum but still wasn’t satiated. Grabbing her firmly about the thighs he pulled her hips to his, opened her fiery red slit with his thumbs and sank himself in her to the hilt. Bonnie wailed. Her cunt quivered, and her body shook like jelly as she came almost instantaneously. Sivilas moaned wantonly, stroking her buttocks and thighs over with his hot hands and began to pound into her mercilessly. His thighs and loins slapped so hard against her butt cheeks they began to burn as though she had been spanked. Bonnie couldn't think, her mind was an utter fog; all she could do was to feel his massive erection slamming into her, over and over. Her little body felt like putty in his hands and she hadn't the will to be anything but want ever he shaped her into, and at the moment she was simply a mortar for his pestle. She found herself breathing like a woman in labor, gasping for air in little dog-like pants then holding her breath and gritting her teeth as her entire body contracted. Her orgasms came like subway trains, one after the other, without pause. Bonnie's belly ached liked she done a thousand crunches, her cunt burned raw as if she had been reamed out and still Sivilas went on and on, ramming her like a cannon.
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Sivilas was in heaven and in hell. His senses imploded, he could barely hear or see. All he knew was the rapture that was Bonnie's quivering flesh wrapped around his blistering rod. Hell was that he’d had a few drinks that night and the booze was just enough to take the edge off his ardor. Give how hot she made him, he was surprised to have lasted so long the first time. The second was just agonizing. He felt like a bicycle tire, filled to capacity; just one more pump and he'd explode. But one didn't do it, nor did the next, nor the next. Sweat ran off his back, coursing down his butt crack, and he breathed like a marathon runner, cursing his inability to make the finish line, so close and yet so far. His legs trembled, his body rattled; the pressure in his pipes was threatening to blow a gasket in his brain. Then, as though a chill wind had blown thru the room, his skin pricked and tightened. His balls and butt clenched, and groaning dam in his loins shuddered and cracked. Sivilas stood on the brink, teetering for a moment, the universe swirling before him, vast and timeless, then like a high board diver in slow motion he plunged. Cum roared thru his nuts and along his prick in a torrent, exploding with all the pent up energy of a geyser. "Fuuuuuuuuuuckkkkk!" he screamed, thundering into her, his body pumping from the base of his skull to the tips of his toes. Bonnie's wordless cry matched his, their bodies quavering in sympathy as he thrust a few more strokes then collapsed to the bed on top of her.
Bonnie continued shivering and whimper under him for some time. Exhausted he rolled off, and with a chill discovered that small noises she was making were not pants, but tiny sobs. Sivilas froze in horror; the idea that he might have harmed this wonderful creature wrenched at his guts like the icy hand of death. “Bonnie?” he whispered softly resting a hand on her head and brushing hair from her face. “Oh God Bonnie, did I hurt you?” She shook her head and sat up a little, throwing her arms around his neck. At first he was so stunned he wasn’t sure if he should touch her, but as she clung to him, weeping desperately he lay his hands on her back and petted, trying to comfort her.
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“Shhhhhh, Sweetheart whatever’s wrong?” asked Sivilas, confusion and concern clear in his voice. Bonnie sobbed harder. For the life of her she didn’t know why she was crying. It was as though the flood gates had been throw open and every emotion she had ever felt was coursing through her at once. “I… feel” she stammered. “What do you feel Bonnie?” he replied with apprehension. “I feel ...everything at once” she whispered looking up to him with bewilderment. Sivilas sighed with relief and cradled her to him, gently kissing her face. “There, there my pet” he whispered “We popped your cork there did we?” Bonnie smiled through her tears, then laughed and sobbed again, hugging him even tighter than before. He had indeed popped her cork. Everything she had bottled up came spewing forth as ferocious as his spunk. “That’s my girl, you let it out. I’ve got you.” Bonnie did just that, letting all her jangled emotions flow, tumbling one over the other in no particular order. Sobs and kisses intermingled with hugs and caresses until she feel into a deep and entirely exhausted sleep.
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Sivilas woke a few hours later, with Bonnie held tightly in his arms. Her face, though stained with tears was peaceful and contented. She looked like an angel, almost too perfect to be real. He realized, as he listened to her slow comfortable breathing, that she utterly terrified him. He wanted Bonnie so badly, not as in wanted to take her again, but wanted to hold her, keep her, to make her his own. This was what he’d been longing for all along; someone honest and uncomplicated. Someone who needed him in her life, not just wanted him in her bed. Someone he could love, who would love him in return. It broke his heart knowing that she wasn’t old enough for that. He had to let her go, yet he couldn’t bare the idea of saying goodbye to her. Slipping out of bed, he dressed quietly, kissed her cheek, and moved into the hallway to make a phone call.
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Bonnie woke in the back of a cab; the driver was shaking her. “The man said not to wake you until we got here Miss." She glanced around; the sun was just rising over the trailer park her Aunt and Uncle called home. "That will be $25 dollars, Miss” said the driver. She moaned. God what a dream she'd had! What was she doing in a cab? Where was she going to find $25?! Looking down groggily she suddenly realized she was wearing track pants and a sweat shirt that didn't belong to her. No! These were the clothes Sivilas had laid out. She hadn't dreamed it after all.
Reaching into the pockets she found some notes and paid the impatient looking driver, then stumbled blearily out of the cab. It was only as she stood watching the car pull away that she realized that not only did she have no idea where she'd been but, more importantly, she didn’t know how get back there. Getting back there was the only thing she could think of. Slipping quietly into the trailer she reached for the phone book. Devante… Devante… There where no Devante’s listed, not one. She moved to the tiny room she shared with Cindy hoping her cousin would know the address, but the comatose figure in the bed, and the foul smelling bucket next to it suggested Cindy wasn’t going to remember much of anything.
Bonnie flopped onto her bed confused, dejected and miserable. Sivilas had made her feel alive. He made her feel more than she'd ever felt before. She didn’t want it to end like this. She wanted to see him again. She wanted to be with him again. She wanted to please him and thrill him and have him want her. She wanted to learn everything he had to teach her. But most of all she wanted to tell him that she loved him. How was she ever going to find him?
Bonnie rolled on to her stomach and hugged her pillow, crying softly into. That was when she felt the sudden and distinct buzzing in her crotch. Peering curiously into her pants she discovered the cell phone; it was switched to vibrate and tucked down the front of her thong. She snatched it out and flipped it open, desperately wanting to hear his voice. There was no call, just a simple text message, but heart leapt as she read it. “WAIT 4 ME PET – WILL CALL WHN I WANT U 2 CUM”. Bonnie kissed the phone and hugged it tightly. She knew that she could never forget Sivilas, and now she knew he wasn’t planning to forget her. She’d wait for as long as she had to wait. No more foolish horny boys, no more drunken groping in back seats. Bonnie had set her sights on better things. One day, she would be his girl, and belong to Sivilas Devante.
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Devante
Bonnie looked around the crowd of strange faces with a frustrated sigh. She’d just moved into her Aunt and Uncle’s trailer home, and her cousin Cindy was supposed to be “showing her around”. Instead Cindy seemed intent on getting her into trouble. Given that Bonnie was underage, taking her into a night club was one thing: hell, about half the girls in the place had been younger than her anyway. Hooking up with a group of older boys, Gavin, Karl and whatever the other ones name was, seemed about usual for Cindy; at least she had acted like that had been her intention for the evening. Convincing them all to gate crashing some wild party, which some friend of a friend’s older brother had been invited too, was pushing it, but ditching Bonnie almost as soon as they got there was simply the limit.
Though they’d just met, Gavin was obviously into Cindy, and Cindy was right into Gavin. They'd hardly been able to keep their hands off each other during the drive to the party, and were barely through the door before they’d headed up stairs to find someplace to get into each other literally. The other two boys had disappeared to look for beer, leaving Bonnie, lord knows where, at lord knows what sort of gathering, with no car, no phone, and no clue how she was going to get home.
The house could have been more accurately described as a small mansion; it must have been over a hundred years old and stood in what the real estate agents list as ‘palatial' grounds. The walls were richly paneled, the ceilings high, and the rooms dimly lit by colored bulbs hanging in elaborate wrought iron chandlers. Despite its grand and sprawling lay out, the residence was packed, almost wall to wall with the most curious collection of people Bonnie had ever encountered. Unlike the clonish stick figures of the night club, these people were all ages, all shapes and sizes; tall, short, thin, round, curvy, scrawny, and everything in between. Aside from the occasional vivid red or deep storm purple, most heads bore hair that was dyed jet black. Black was also the color of choice in clothing; black leather, black lace, shiny black PVC, black boots, black eyeliner and black lipstick, even on the men.
Bonnie felt entirely out of place even before she realized this was some sort of costume party. In addition to the black on black dress code, several people were wearing vampire fangs, devils horns or fake wings. Many had tattoos, some wore dark sunglasses, and a few had bizarre contact lenses that made their eyes look like cats, or lizards, and the like. Most wore outfits that were overtly sexual; skin tight outfits that left nothing to the imagination, codpieces, low cut bodices worn by plus size women that showed an eye popping amount of cleavage. A few men went bare chested, wearing only underpants and studded dog collars. There was one fellow, who had to be six foot five at least, wearing boots with a dozen buckles on each, and six inch platform heels. His long platinum blond hair was worn in two girlish pigtails, his chest was broad and buff and Bonnie got a good look at his shapely thighs through the split in his floor length skirt! She squirmed a little. It wasn't that she was a prude, if people wanted to go about dressed like that that was their business. She just felt it was rude to stare, but was having an extremely hard time not staring which made her feel decidedly awkward. She idly wondered whether the invitation to this gathering had read "Mid-summer, wear-something-black, cross-dressing Halloween party" or something along those lines.
Bonnie drifted though the hallway, trying to think her way out of this. She needed to find a phone. Boy, was she going to have a piece of Cindy for ditching her like this. The music here wasn’t at all like the music at the night club. It was a mix of retro 80’s and 90’s and broody gothic stuff with harsh sarcastic lyrics. Marilyn Manson, Nine Inch Nails, and others she’d never heard before. The track that had been playing ended and another came on, obviously a popular tune. A press of laughing, excited people moved towards the source of the music and Bonnie, caught like a leaf on the tide, got swept deeper into the party and on to the dance floor.
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Sivilas stood on the balcony which over looked the darkened room, watching the seething mass of black clad dancer, like a lord surveying his manor. This was his house, his party, his collection of dubious and decadent friends, associates and assorted hangers on. He ran a hand though his short bleached hair and sighed. How many of these things had he hosted now? He’d lost count, they were all starting to blur, into one. Sure, he got a huge kick out of being reputed as the “host with the most”. Everyone loved Sivilas, they loved his house, they loved his taste in music, they loved his fetish parties, his bondage fashions shows, and his sex toy expos. People from the BDSM community came from miles around to attend his renowned “social gatherings”, but as his reputation grew, Sivilas's own interest seemed to be dwindling.
He was growing bored. He’d had a string of Dom/Sub relationships, mostly with girls but a few guys too. He was rapidly coming to the conclusion that he didn’t actually like most of the so-called submissives he encountered. They groveled and simpered, “Oh please, take me Sivilas” and “Please make me, Sivilas”, “Please whip me, beat me and fuck the living daylights out of me, Sivilas”. Then “Do it again, Sivilas”, and again and again, over and over. When he eventually said “Enough” they’d pout and whine and bleat and bitch, even DEMAND, that he continue using and abusing them until THEY were satisfied. This didn’t strike Sivilas as particularly submissive at all; rather it was a sort of self-indulgent, self-centered, masochism in which he was little more than a prop they’d use to act out their own self-hatred. Sivilas considered himself to be primarily dominant (his few attempts at playing the submissive had been embarrassing failures) but he didn’t hate anyone, least of all himself. He didn’t enjoy hurting people, even they were into it. What he wanted was…well he didn’t really know what he wanted, but that sure as shit wasn’t it.
Looking over the dance floor, Sivilas spotted Bonnie and couldn’t help but laugh. She looked as incongruous as a goldfish in a pool of eels. Her long straight hair was the color of straw, and stood out from majority of black tresses like a star in the sky. She wore a white crop-top and a bright yellow tartan mini skirt, tan pantyhose and strapped sandals. Even in heels she couldn’t have been more than 5’4”, and he put her age at no more than 17. Sivilas chuckled as he watched her floundering through the sea of writhing, dark and glistening forms. The contrast was so stark it was comically. With the crowd pressed so close, most on the dance floor would be deprived of this amusement, but the grin faded from his face as he realized he wasn’t the only one who had spotted the girl. In the darkness below sharks were beginning to circle.
Sivilas picked up a headset from the DJ’s table next to him. “Ferret? You got your ears on?” The response was a series of grunts and a muffled “Aw shit!” followed by a reedy “Er…Ah…yeah boss. Wha’cha need?”. “I want to get the auction started” Sivilas replied “So get your Mustelid tail out of whatever hole it’s in and get things rolling will you?” There was a half whispered “Fuck! Sorry Hon” then “Yeah, sure thing Boss, should take me about ten minutes?” “Make it five Ferret, I’m fading the music after this next track.” He paused for a moment, watching Bonnie. “Oh and you’re going to be the auctioneer tonight Ferret. I have a little problem to take care of”.
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Bonnie had first noted the painfully thin, creepy looking fellow who was currently leering at her, somewhere in the hallway; as the dance music started to fade and the lights came up, he and his portly friend made their way over to her, both looking at her in a way that made Bonnie extremely uncomfortable. The big one stepped up close and fondled her long hair. “What color is this Switch?” he said to the other fellow as if Bonnie was a set of drapes rather than a person. “I think that’s what they call mousey colored, Whalebone” the thin one sneered. Whalebone sniggered “Mousey huh?” He leaned closer into Bonnie with hungry sort of glare that made her squirm. “Little Mousey wanna taste of Whalebones cheese?” the pair laughed heartily, while Bonnie looked from one to the other wishing herself somewhere else.
A spotlight came up, illuminating the front of the room and a man stepped up to the microphone tapping it, so it produced an awful crackling sound that made all heads turn. The two men were momentarily distracted and Bonnie tried to duck away in to the crowd, but before she could take half a step Whalebone snagged her by the hair and Switch caught her hand. Then Switch stepped around twisting the arm behind her back and grabbing her other hand, he slipped what felt like a zip tie around both wrists and pulled it tight. “Oh no you don’t Missy Mousie" He hissed into her ear "We’re gonna have some fun out of you, one way or another!” Bonnie froze. She considered screaming but the grin on Whalebone's face suggested that was all the excuse Switch was going to need to really hurt her, so she held her tongue.
The man at the microphone cleared his throat and began. “Ladies and Gentlemen, Masters and Mistresses, boy and girls. Let me welcome you once again, to the Sivilas Devante’s Annual Slave Auction.” He paused for a moment as a cheer went up around the room then continued, “The man himself will be along in just a few moments. In the mean time, I'm Ferret and I’ll be your Master of Ceremonies and auctioneer this evening.” He beamed, as if this were his sixty seconds of fame and he was going to make the most of them. “Firstly, can I ask that all of the slaves going up for auction this evening, now make their way to the stage. Thank you.” From the crowd emerged maybe two dozen men and women, each wearing long dark cloaks, which covered them from head to foot. Reaching the front of the room they cast these aside and stepped onto the low platform utterly naked, their heads bowed timidly. Bonnie was aghast; the crowd murmured appreciatively, but no one except her seemed the least surprised.
Switch smirked to Whalebone, and hissed “Bring Mousey” then moved off towards the stage. Whalebone followed grinning broadly and holding Bonnie by the arm as pushed her roughly ahead of him. “Hey Ferret" shouted Switch "Is it too late to put something up for auction?” Ferret peered down, shading his eyes from the spotlight. “What you got there Switch?” Someone at the back of the crowd
hollered “Apple pie Pussy!” and the whole room laughed. Switch chuckled “Yeah, something like that” and he grinned evilly. “Well” said Ferret “You know the rules Switch.” Switch nodded, and turned to Bonnie, leaning in so close, his boozy breath sickened her. “Yeah, I know the rules.” There was a “schnick” and Switches name sake, a blade about six inches long, was suddenly pointed at Bonnie’s throat. She was too scared to cry out, all she could do was shake, her eyes fixed on the menacing streak of steel that pricked her neck. Switch drew it slowly over her throat and cleavage, across the front of her crop top, down to her exposed belly button. Bonnie could barely draw breath; surely he didn’t intend to cut her, not with all these people watching! Then with a quick flick he caught the fabric of her top, slicing it open. He snatched at the waist band of her skirt shredding that also and her clothing fell to the floor in rags, leaving Bonnie in only stocking, thong and sandals. Whalebone gave her a hard shove and she stumbled forward onto the stage virtually naked; the crowd jeered with glee.
Quivering, Bonnie turned and looked out across the room .Half blinded by the spotlight, the mass of staring people was as anonymous as it was friendless. She tried desperately not to cry; terrified as she was, she didn’t want to look anymore vulnerable than she already did. That would only invite further humiliation, she was certain. Instead she bit her lip and silently prayed for someone to come to her rescue. Where were Cindy and her friends? Wasn’t anyone going to stop this insanity? The music rose again, this time the tune was both triumphal and familiar, her mind squirmed with too much fear to place it; something from a movie maybe. The spotlight shifted off her, focusing on the back off the room, and the mob turn as one. Ferret looked up, and with as much pomp and circumstance as he could muster he announced, ”Ladies and Gentlemen a warm welcome please for your host this evening Sivilas Devante!”
Sivilas stepped into the lighted doorway, and the throng went wild. He was nothing special to look at; average height, average build, probably late 20’s or early thirties. He was wearing a tight black PVC shirt, which showed off his muscular chest, a pair of black leather pants, high boots and a long black trench coat. What made him different was the hair, which was short, spiky, and bleached a stark white, and his eyes which were bright blue and had an animal intensity about them. He reminded Bonnie of her Mom’s favorite singer, Billy Idol. He had that same sort of contemptuous sneer, like he didn’t give a shit that all these people were cheering for him. Sivilas stepped up to the mic, yanking it roughly from Ferret’s hand; he looked skeptically around the room before proclaiming “Yeah, and you lot can fuck off too!” The crowd went crazy, and Sivilas smirked. Was he joking or wasn’t he? Who knew except him?
Sivilas looked to Bonnie, checking her out in an exaggerated manner. “So what’s this then?” The mob replied with a unanimous voice “Apple pie Pussy!” He laughed and stepped over, walking slowly around her, those penetrating eyes undressing her to the bone. Bonnie looked back at him like a deer caught in head lights, too terrified to do anything but stand stock still. He stopped directly behind her, stepping in so close that she could feel his PVC shirt adhere to her naked back. One of his arms slipped around her waist, pulling her tightly to him; his other hand came over her mouth, gagging her, as he tipped her head back to rest on his shoulder. Then he gave her cheek a long wet lick. “Mmmmmmmmmmm, yummy” he said. Bonnie screamed into his hand, and the audience hooted and howled like banshees.
Sivilas took advantage of the noisy out burst and pressing his lips close to her ear whispered “If you want to get out of this, you can come up stairs with me. Otherwise we can see what the hounds want to do with you.” He looked out at the crowd, and whispered again “Do you understand what I’m saying?” Bonnie nodded slightly. “Good. Will you come with me then?” She nodded again. She might be getting herself out of the frying pan only to step into the fire, but she was would deal with that when it came. For now getting off this stage and away from the pack of baying wolves was her top priority. She'd take her chances with the devil himself, rather than stay here at the mercy of the mob.
Sivilas smiled and directed his comments to the crowd again. “However…” he said slowly “I think I ought to give her a proper taste testing myself before I let you lot have her.” The crowd let out an exaggerated “Awwwwwww” then laughed, all except Switch who seemed about to protest vehemently. Sivilas turned to him with a glare that could have frozen vodka, and a smile to charm any grandmother. “Thank you so much for bringing me such a delightful gift, Switch. I’ll make sure to include you on my VIP list from now on.” Switch seemed to grasp both the reward he was being thrown and the veiled threat that came with it. He turned and slunk back into the multitude, grumbling and taking a confused Whalebone with him.
Laying hold of her arm, Sivilas guided Bonnie through the assembly and up the darkened stairs. All along the way, people leered and wagged their tongues at her, making comments about how she’d taste with ice cream, and similar jibes. The hallway upstairs was quieter and less crowded; the people they did pass where too busy with their own pursuits to bother much about Bonnie’s state of undress or the fact that she had her hands bound. One fellow tried to engage Sivilas in a geekish conversation about upgrading his sound system, as though Bonnie, with her frighten eyes and bare breasts, were simply invisible. Sivilas patiently inform the man that he was a little pre-occupied right now, and could they talk about it later. Only then did the fellow look Bonnie over and comment "Nice tits" before wandering off as if nothing out of the ordinary were happening. Bonnie briefly contemplated making a run for it, but all possible exits involved heading back downstairs, and she didn’t rate her chances of getting more than a few steps before Switch or Whalebone reclaimed her.
Sivilas opened the door to his suite and guided her in. The bedroom was, like the rest of the house, a grand affair. A super king sized four poster bed, drapes of rich, blood red velvet, pale shag-pile carpet, and leather lounge suite. Flames licked at several sizable logs in the fireplace and the generally medieval atmosphere was enhanced by the display of weapons and torture equipment on the walls. Sivilas walked her to the fur rug by the fire and with a gentle pressure on her shoulder, forced Bonnie to her knees. In that posture of humility, virtual naked, with her hands tied behind her back, Bonnie felt like a prisoner about to be executed. She half expected to feel a gun at her temple. Sniffling back tears of fear and anger, she gained just enough composure to blurt out “Please don’t hurt me?”
Sivilas moved around in front of her and crouched down, his eyes and his face now tender and sympathetic. He reached out, cupping her jaw in his hand and brushed his thumb over her cheek. “Shhhhhh.” He whispered “I have no intention of hurting you, Pet; quite the opposite.” He spoke softly, with a voice that was both gentle and persuasive, the kind of voice that belonged in a chocolate commercial. “Sorry about that little show downstairs” he said apologetically. “I had to give the crowd a laugh, if I was going deprive them of their new toy.”
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“Do you have a name, pet?” he asked. Sitting back on her heels, she tried to get some air into her petrified lungs, and after a few breathes replied “Bonnie McKay”. Sivilas nodded. “I’m Sivilas, nice to meet you Bonnie McKay.” He smirked a little; “I hope you’ll forgive my friends and their rather twisted senses of humor?” He got up and stepped behind her, reaching up to the mantle and taking down a knife. “It is curious though. I made up the guest list myself. I don’t recall inviting anyone by the name of Bonnie McKay?” Bonnie gulped. He knelt down behind her and cut the zip tie that held her wrists. His face brushed her hair, and he inhaled deeply. Most of the girls he’d been around smelted of sex, booze and latex. Not this one, Bonnie smelt like the simple pleasures of childhood, warm fluffy towels, the Madeira cake his Grandmother would serve with tea and, yes, hot apple pie with vanilla ice cream. She was obviously scared stiff and way out of her depth; he should probably find her some clothes and call a cab, but she was such an unexpected intrusion into
his otherwise predictable evening, like a butterfly in winter. He just wanted to marvel at her a little while longer.
He slipped off his trench coat and hung it near the door, then moving in front of her again, pulled up a footstool and sat just out of arms reach. Bonnie rubbed her wrists, crossing her arms over her breasts, trying to cover her nakedness. “So, what are you doing here Bonnie?” he continued. She looked sheepish, like a kid caught shoplifting. “Er…I …um…gate crashed” she muttered. “What, by yourself?” Sivilas chuckled. “No, my cousin, Cindy and some boys we met at a club…” “Ah, I see.” he said nodding slowly. “And where are they now?” Bonnie shrugged slightly, tears brimming in her eyes. “I don’t know. I think, maybe, they ditched me”. Sivilas laughed softly. “Oh, that is a mean prank.” He shook his head a little, contemplating her with a slight smile. “Do you know what sort of party this is Bonnie?” Bonnie just blinked, so he went on, “It’s a fetish party Bonnie, a party for adults who like to play adult games.” Bonnie nodded. “You mean kinky sex?” He laughed softly, his eyes twinkling at her straight forwardness. “Yes, if you like, kinky sex. You really shouldn’t be here.”
Bonnie drew a deep breath, and let it out slowly. “I know. I’m sorry for crashing your party; it was very bad manners. I should really go home.” Sivilas nodded. He felt bad for the girl, she'd got caught in the deep end down stair. That Switch was a sick bastard for sure, but Bonnie seemed determined not to crumble into blubbering or hysteria. He liked that; it showed spunk. “We’ve given you a nasty fright haven't we Bonnie. I’m sure you've learnt your lesson though.” He paused thoughtfully. “Still we can hardly send you home dressed like that. Let me scout around and see what I can find for you. In the mean time, can I get you a drink, some tea maybe?”
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Bonnie didn’t know whether to laugh with amusement or cry with relief. There was something frightfully British about kinky sex and tea, and something disarming in the way he offered. “Yes please, I’d
like some tea.” she said. Sivilas smiled and stepped to the sideboard. He flicked the switch on the electric kettle, and set out two mugs. “Milk and sugar?” he asked casually. Bonnie nodded, “Both please.”
He let the water boil, then filled the mugs. Reaching down the small refrigerator he topped them both up with milk then stirred in some cubed sugar and carried them over, handing one to her. She took the mug and hugged it in her hands. Her mother’s old adage about tea being the universal comforter rang in her ears as she sipped the warm liquid trying to calm her nerves.
“So, how old are you Bonnie?” he enquired in a slightly scolding tone. “I’ll be eighteen in six months.” She said softly. “Ah, I suspected as much.” He replied. “You looked more than a little out of your depth, even before Switch and Whalebone cornered you.” Bonnie looked surprised. “You were watching?” He smiled and nodded slightly. “Yeah, I was keeping an eye on you. You were kind of hard to miss.” Bonnie found him rather curious. Had she gone topless around any of the boys she knew, they'd have been gawping at her tits like landed fish. Sivilas seemed not the least bit distracted. She lowered her arms, relaxing a bit, sitting more naturally and watching Sivilas for a reaction. There was none that she could see, he just continued studying her face and making conversation as if they were both fully clothed.
“So what did you do to your cousin to deserve ditching?” He asked. Bonnie sighed deeply. “My parents died in a car wreck three months ago. My Aunt and Uncle are my legal guardians until my birthday.” His face grew more serious as he listened. “They live in a trailer park on the east side. I have to share a tiny room with Cindy.” Bonnie looked up at him sadly. “She’s been ordered to show me around, help me settle in, make friends, stuff like that. But she thinks I’m a drag and I’m ruining her fun or something.” Sivilas nodded softly. “I’m sorry for your loss Bonnie. That must be really rough. Being a teenager is confusing enough, without loosing the people who love you into the bargain.” Bonnie blinked at him wide eyed. So many people had given her their condolences over the last few months. She was sure their sympathies were well meant, but usually they came across as pity and that only made her feel worse. Here, in the most unlikely of settings, was someone who simple empathy wasn’t contrived, hollow or clichéd. Maybe the man before her wasn't looking at her body because he was looking some place deeper.
“I’m so lonely I can’t find words for it” she blurted, much to her own surprise. "I've lost my family, my friends, my home, my whole life." She bit her lip as tears started to brim. She did want to cry, she'd wept an ocean of tears already and couldn't bare to shed anymore. “I can’t even imagine what kind of void that must leave” he said softly, with a look which suggested he might not be telling the whole truth. "Not that way at least. I've had a very fortunate life. No tragedies to speak of; just the usual bumps and bruises on the road of life." He turned and paced across the room, apparently deep in thought. Stopping by the bed he reached up, idly flicking a pair of hand cuffs that hung from one of the bed posts. Bonnie cringed. “So how come your into this sicko stuff?” she asked acidly. Sivilas turned, seemingly cut by her comment. “Kinky sex, as you call it, isn’t sick Bonnie. It’s a healthy exploration of your darker desires, playing out fantasies with someone you trust, broadening your sexual horizons, not forcing someone to do stuff they don't want to do.” Sivilas turned away broodingly. "I'm sorry about those jerks down stairs. I only told Switch what I did to shut him up. Actually I'm putting him on my permanent ban list. He's an asshole." Bonnie bowed her head feeling a bit embarrassed. Maybe he wasn't the sexual predator she'd initially taken him for. There was something tender, almost vulnerable about Sivilas, something sort of lonely too. He seemed genuinely sorry for her situation, both for this evening and for the mess her life was in.
After a long silence he continued, “Do you mind if I ask you a rather personal question?” Bonnie shrugged “If you like.” He gave her a long thoughtful look. “Have you ever had sex?” She choked, and almost spat out her tea. “Oh, hell, I’m sorry” said Sivilas apologetically, stepping over and rescuing the cup from her unsteady hand. “I didn’t mean to… Sorry.” Bonnie looked up coughing slightly, “No, no it’s alright. You said ‘personal’, I just wasn’t expecting that ‘personal’.” He handed back her mug, and sat down on the footstool again. “So, have you?” he quizzed as if genuinely curious. “Yeah, sure, lots of times”. Sivilas raised an eyebrow. “Lots of times? You mean more than five?” Bonnie nodded again. “More than ten?” Bonnie paused, counting to herself then shook her head slowly. Sivilas made a thoughtful murmur. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He watched her quietly for a moment “So, do you enjoy it?” he asked. “What, sex?” she replied. “Yeah, do you enjoy sex?” “Well, of course. Don’t you?” Bonnie bit her lip, not having meant to sound so defensive. Sivilas paused looking somewhat skeptical. “It depends who I’m with and what we are doing.” He seemed to sag a little. “Frankly, if I’m not really into the girl I’m with, it can sometimes be a bit of a chore.” Bonnie looked at him curiously. “So, why do it?” Sivilas smiled wryly. “Lots of reasons; because it’s expected; because I want to please someone; because I want to be close to someone for a bit?” Bonnie nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah, that sounds familiar”. It did sound very familiar. All of her sexual experiences fell in to one or other, if not all, of those categories.
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“I’m sorry Bonnie, I don’t mean to pry, it’s just… you’re kind of a breath of fresh air around here. I was curious.” He let out a sigh. Sitting and talking with this delightfully innocent girl was more fun than he’d had in a long time. She was somehow more “real” than anyone he’d been with lately and she made him feel a little more innocent himself despite, or possibly because of, the topic of the conversation. Something about this reminded him of the first time he’d seen a porn magazine. He’d been about seven years old, and one of his school mates had shown it too him. He clearly remembered that woman, with her legs spread wide, showing off parts of the anatomy, which until then he'd been unfamiliar with. He remembered the feeling of acute embarrassment, both for himself and for her. He remembered the heat on his face, and the wood he'd had in his pants for the rest of that afternoon. It was a pleasant recollection, and a pleasant feeling, but the conversation was obviously distressing her so he had to call it quits. “I’m making you uncomfortable. I’ll stop.” He was getting up, when Bonnie reached out and touched his hand. “No, please?” she said with surprising sincerity. “It’s okay. I do know what you mean. It’s kind of refreshing to have someone interested in what I have to say. Go on, please? I don’t mind.”
He nodded and smiled softly looking her over again. Gone was the fear in her eyes; now he saw the eager face of a puppy that’s discovered a new game, and wants to play. “So, do you really enjoy sex?” Sivilas asked. Bonnie pondered for a moment. “The guys I’ve been with… well … the backs of cars and fumbling about and its all over so quickly.” Sivilas nodded. “Do you cum?” Bonnie shrugged. “Sometimes, I guess” she muttered. “You guess? You do know what an orgasm is, don’t you?” he asked. Bonnie nodded “Of course, but I…” Bonnie flushed, from head to toe and fell silent. “You have to do it yourself to get one?” Sivilas guessed. “Yeah, something like that.” She said blushing deeper and shifted uncomfortably. He murmured understandingly. “I’m sorry you’ve had such inconsiderate and under educated lovers.” Bonnie blinked “Huh?” He repeated himself. “I’m sorry the men, or should I say boys, you’ve been with haven’t know how to satisfy you.” Bonnie seemed astounded “You mean… is not me?” Sivilas tried not to laugh, but it was a real struggle. “Bonnie darlin’, if you can get yourself off but they can’t, who’s fault do you really think that is?” Bonnie frowned thoughtfully, as if she that hadn’t occurred to her before.
“Has anyone ever eaten you out Bonnie?” Sivilas asked, as casually as if he were enquiring about her dinning habits at the table rather those of her lovers under it. She winced and shifted awkwardly again. “No, they haven’t”. He sighed sadly. He'd been enjoying this game, but she clearly wasn’t, so it was time to do what he really should have done already. “I was going to ask if you’d like me to do that for you, but I can see I’m just making you uncomfortable. I better send you home Bonnie.” He got up and moved towards the wardrobe, but Bonnie stopped him. “Oh no, it’s not that at all, it’s just… well… you see… I desperately need to go for a pee.” Bonnie squirmed with awkwardness and Sivilas peered at her uncertainly. It hadn’t occurred to him there might be some other reason for her discomfort and her reply took him a little off guard. Then she looked him squarely in the eye and with a remarkable degree of self-assurance said “In answer to your question; yes, I think I would like that. If you want to that is.” He stared at her in awe. He’d meant his comment as a joke, expecting her to be horrified, but instead the plucky little lass was almost daring him to do it. “You would?” he said, his surprise at her answer showing. “I don’t want to force you into anything Bonnie. I meant what I said about not hurting you.” He examined her face carefully. “I’m all for broadening horizons, teaching others to think and feel outside the box, but only if that’s what they really want to do.” Bonnie nodded in understanding, and Sivilas frowned thoughtfully. He really hadn’t intended to go down this road. There were a dozen reasons why it was a bad idea, her age, her naivety, her innocence… her charm, her simple beauty, her comforting scent… her doe eyes, her flaxen hair and firm nubile figure… god damn it! Sivilas kicked himself mentally and sighed.
“Why?” Bonnie asked, shaking him from his private thoughts. “Why, what?” he queried. “Why would you want to… you know… go down on me?” she said. He paused search for the right words. “I can’t mend your life Bonnie, and I can’t take back the things that have happened to you this evening, but can make you cum like you’ve never cum before, if that’s something you’d like, I mean.” She nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah, I think I would like that” she replied, completely without guile. "You're not afraid of me then?" he asked. Her reply was quick "No. Should I be?" Sivilas chuckled. “No, I'm probably the one who should be afraid of you; after all you could make my life a real hell by just reporting what’s happened to you tonight."
He moved towards the wardrobe collecting pair of track pants and a sweat shirt, which he placed on a chair by the door. Reaching into coat pocket he took out a cell phone and wallet. He opened the wallet, withdrew some cash, and lay it on the chair with the clothes and phone. "Tell you what Bonnie, consider these yours. Anytime you want to leave, just take them and go. I won't stop you" He looked to her for comprehension before continuing. "If you want to stay, then you need to know the house rules." Bonnie watched him intently and nodded. "Firstly, I'm not going to make you do anything you don’t want to, but I will expect you to do everything I ask.” He looked stern. “I like a girl to be obedient. Understand?" Bonnie nodded. "Secondly, if you really can't deal with something I ask, or if I'm doing something that is too uncomfortable, then you have to say ‘Enough’.” He watched her carefully making sure she was listening. “No other word will work Bonnie. ‘Don't’, ‘No’, ‘Stop’ etc I am simply going to ignore. If you really mean it, you have to say ‘enough’. Alright?" Bonnie nodded quietly again. "Say it out loud, please Bonnie?" She drew a deep breath. "Yes Sivilas, I understand."
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"Please, can I use the toilet now?" asked Bonnie sheepishly. Sivilas smiled, his eyes twinkled mischievously. "No, you may not" he replied sharply. "I'm going to give you a test Bonnie. If you pass, you can stay and we’ll have some fun. If you fail, then you go straight home. Alright?" Bonnie gulped nodding slowly and crossing her legs tightly. Her bladder was started to ache. "That seems fair. What's the test?" she asked. Sivilas nodded toward the upholstered box he'd been sitting on earlier. "Open it." Bonnie crawled over and flipped open the lid. Inside was a large ceramic bowl that looked like an over-grown soup mug. "It’s a chamber pot Bonnie. I want you to use it, while I watch." Bonnie’s eyes grew wider. "Yes, while I watch Bonnie, that's your test." She drew a breath looked at Sivilas and then at the pot. "Er...okay" she replied, sounding a little unsure. She got up and moved to the corner, facing the wall and put the pot down. She was about to pull down her stockings and thong when Sivilas stopped her. "No Bonnie, I want you to turn and face me. You are going to watch me watching you. Understand?” Bonnie gulped as he continued. “Don't take your things down either. I want you to tear the crotch out of your pantyhose, pull your thong aside and pee like that." Bonnie blinked. She opened her mouth to respond, but couldn't think of anything to say. Sivilas arched one eye brow and spoke a little impatiently. "It's that, or we can wait until you pop, darlin?
Bonnie closed her eyes and drew a deep breath, then reaching between her legs, grasped the seam of the panty hoses and shredded them with her nails. She tucked a thumb into her thong and pulled it to one side crouching over the piss pot and looking to Sivilas. He nodded approvingly as she gritted her teeth and let go the hot flood of urine that had been threatening to burst its damn. The stream rattled embarrassingly against the porcelain but rather than any look of triumphant glee, Sivilas's face showed only a sort of fatherly pride. For a moment she felt like a three year old who'd just learned to use the potty. She'd pleased him and it gave her a kind of odd thrill.
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As she finished, she looked about for something to wipe herself with. Sivilas, noted her glance and reached into the dresser tossing her a handkerchief. She dabbed herself dry, then pulled her garments back into place and stood. "There, that wasn't so hard was it?" he said "Feel better now?" Bonnie nodded. "Yes, thank you Sir, much better." He smiled, her spontaneous used of the word "Sir" charmed him. It wasn't contrived or overblown, just, somehow genuine. "That’s very good Bonnie, very good indeed. I like a girl who has good manners and knows how to use them. Keep that up and we'll get along famously." He motioned her to the wash basin nearby. "Now empty the pot down the sink and rinse it for me." She took the pot and moved quickly to the basin pouring its contents down the sink and washing it out. Then she rinsed the handkerchief, wrung it out and hung it over the towel rail to dry. Sivilas watched her, fascinated by her attention to detail. When she was done, she turned to him, her eyes filled with question. Had she done what he wanted? Would she be allowed to stay? The look of eagerness made his nipples go hard, there was a twitching in his pants and he marveled at how easily she was turning him on. Sivilas smiled soft. "Yes, you passed Bonnie." She grinned broadly and hugged herself a little. "Are you ready for your reward now?" Bonnie suppressed her smile and nodded soberly. "Come, sit.’ said Sivilas as he patted the foot of the big four poster.
“Take those things off now Bonnie. I want to look at your pussy." Bonnie gulped. Clearly his frank direction was somewhat shocking to her. He'd hoped it would be, just a little. She slipped off her underwear and the now sorry excuse for a pair of panty hoses, then moved to the bed and sat nervously looking up at him. Sivilas tugged off his boots and stepped close to her. Crossing his arms he peeled off his tight shirt and stood over her naked from the waist up. Her eyes were filled with a kind of awe that made his chest feel tight and his cock swell. She’d touched him where he hadn’t been touched in a very long time and he was eager to do the same for her. His knees brushed against hers as he cupped her chin in his hand, tipping her face towards him he leaned over and kissed her softly on the mouth. It was, at first, a very light kiss, but as she responded with passion, he deepened it letting his own desire flow. His body responded with an excited chill, and his cock sprang instantly to attention. Her kiss was delicious, sweet, warm and above all honest. Breaking it gently, he looked into her eyes, "Now let me see you Bonnie" he whispered. Nudging her knees with his own, they parted, like the drawing of a curtain. With his eyes still locked in hers, he crouched, his hands drifting to her thighs, pushing them further apart. Only then did he glance downwards. She was as perfect and sweet below as she was above. Her soft bush was the color of rabbit fur, her lips neat, flushed and pouty. A pretty pussy prime for petting he thought. He looked up to her face again; it was pensive, seemingly more afraid of his reaction than of his intention. Sivilas smiled softly and licked his lips. “Mmmmmmmm, yummy." He said. This time she smiled a slightly embarrassed, but somewhat relieved, smile.
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"Lay back on the bed Bonnie. Just relax and enjoy. This is for you." Bonnie did as she was told, looking up at the canopy over the bed, noting the patterns in the fabric, which swirled like her thoughts. What on earth was she doing?! Naked, with a man almost twice her age?! Parting her legs for a complete stranger?! Was she out of her mind? She must have tensed because Sivilas pulled back a little looking at her, his hands stroking her belly and thighs as he cooed
"There, there pet, no need to be nervous. You know how young children like to put things in their mouths all the time?" She nodded slightly. "They like to taste and touch the world in a very intimate way. I want to taste and touch you like that, Bonnie. I'm going to lick you gently and see how you taste. I'm going explore your pussy with my tongue, and if I like what I find, I may slip my fingers inside you see what you feel like in there." Bonnie bit her lip and shuddered. Chills ran over her, turning her skin to goose flesh, and pricking her nipples to erect little peaks. He spoke with excited anticipation like a rock hound making final preparations for a much awaited trip to the Arizona desert; not sure what he might find, but excited by the possibilities. He firmly caressed her inner thighs, moving up and up, just brushing the edges of her fur with his finger tips. Leaning forward kissed her mound, just over the clit, and purred like a cat vibrating her, so that the flesh beneath twitched and tingled. Slowly his tongue snaked out, pushing past her soft muff into her fleshy folds, running down one side of her slit, then back up the other, leaving behind it a warm trail of wetness.
Bonnie closed her eyes and let out a soft moan. She never been touched like that before; so intimate, yet somehow removed. There was no one in her face, trying to get their tongue down her throat. She didn’t feel like she was in some sort of wrestling match, winner take all; instead she felt like a pampered princess being tended by some anonymous and almost irrelevant servant. His hands massaged and kneaded her flesh, while his serpentine tongue lapped the skin that covered her clit pushing it back, like the hero in some romantic Russian film pulling back the heroines hood before soundly kissing her. That was what he did next, kissed her there, then pressing in with his lips, he sucked softly. That sent what felt like an electric jolt through her whole body. Bonnie gasped, tipping her head back and clawing her fingers into the bed clothes. She'd never felt anything like that before; it was almost painfully delicious and made every muscle in her body tighten. Sivilas chuckled softly, his breath hot against her tender flesh and Bonnie panted heavily, with her head starting to spin.
Sivilas tickled her nub with the tip of his tongue and then combed the fingers thru her bush, giving her slit a long wet lick. He rested his hand on her mound and dipping his thumb into his mouth, lay it over the spot he had been teasing and rubbed his moist digit in soft circles. He lapped her long again, up and down, up and down gradually parting her pussy lips, sinking his tongue deeper between them with each taste.
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Sivilas was in no hurry. Bonnie had reminded him of the simple pleasures; the ones that get forgotten in the rat race rush of modern life. An old friend had often said “Don’t forget to smell the roses, Sivilas”. The rose before him now was worth savoring. She tasted like banana ice cream soda and her juices tingled on his tongue like one. The way she moaned and twitched was so sincere, as though really she didn’t know what to expect next. He felt like a guide, showing her around some sight he’d grown too familiar with, and was now seeing afresh through her amazed eyes. Her thrill became his thrill; all he wanted to do was take her higher and keep her there for as long as he could.
Sivilas dipped his tongue between her petals like a bee searching for nectar in her fleshy flower. She moaned appropriately and he probed deeper, leaning in to nuzzle her nub with his nose. With one hand he caressed her belly while the other squeezed and stroked her quivering thigh. Sivilas sucked on her lips enjoying their texture. They reminded him of raw oysters and he made a mental note to try her with lemon and Thousand Island dressing sometime. Bonnie squirmed and panted so delightfully, he that kept up his nibbling for sometime, trying many different variations, nipping with his teeth, lapping with his tongue, gumming her gently, then pulling back and blowing cool air across her cunt. She loved it all, and he couldn’t move on to anything else until he’d explored all of the available options. Raising his head he looked up to her face. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, her breasts quivered as she breathed in short little gasps. Lazily she opened her eyes and looked down at him as if
wondering why he had stopped. Their eyes met, and he chose that moment to rest the tips of three fingers on her slit. Bonnie gasped slightly arching her back and bit her lip. He raised a brow in unvoiced question and she nodded quickly before closing her eyes and laying back with a shudder of anticipation.
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Bonne was enraptured. His finger tips drifted over her pussy and she moaned wantonly. She couldn't help herself, she was utterly under his spell. With two fingers he gently parted her lips, pressing the third between them, brushing up and down, up and down sinking slightly deeper with each stroke, then curling his other fingers back he thrust deep into her, and went down on her again. Bonnie cried out softly, throwing her head back, as he teased and tortured her deliciously. Somehow he knew just where to touch her, and how to get just the reaction he wanted. She felt like her body wasn’t her own any more. She’d vacated it and gone on holiday; Sivilas had moved in and taken over. She was a puppet on strings, and he was tugging them one by one.
She felt it coming from far, far away. It rose slowly from somewhere deep inside, swelling with a deceptive calm, higher and higher, and higher still, until the cresting wave towered over her, teetered for a few moments then broke, crashing down with all the force of an ocean breaker. Bonnie cried out as the ragging orgasm surged over her; had she been a beach it would have obliterated every sand castle, sent dogs and children scampering and left grandmothers with sodden shoes. Her hips bucked so hard she was afraid Sivilas had got his nose broken, but he barely paused to give her breath before he was licking and suck and thrusting at her again. Sivilas slid a second finger in, curling them both to caress her walls, probing deeply, touching things inside her that ached to be touched again. Bonnie wailed, this was unbelievably good; she wanted him do this to her forever. The wave didn't even have time to retreat, before a second began where the first had left off, building swelling too an even more dizzying height than before. It hit more like an earth quake than a wave. Bonnie's entire body shook violently, as though she were standing on a railway bridge with the train rolling by just inches away. Her hands clawed at the bed, her back arched and her head was thrown back as if he'd hooked her up to the mains and thrown the switch. Every muscle went taught, and quavered like the strings of an instrument, she couldn't even draw breath.
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Still Sivilas didn't let up, in fact her climax just spur him on. The way she reacted made him hot as hell. Harder and faster he thrust, sitting up now so he could watch the exquisite agony on her face. He rubbed her clit round and round with his thumb as he drove his fingers into her relentlessly. Bonnie thrashed and squirmed like an epileptic in mid-seizure. She moaned and groaned, panting and gasping for breath. He could feel her cunt sucking and grasping at his fingers, hungry it was, hungry for all he could give it, and so he kept on feeding it. She gritted her teeth and sucked in some air, then cried out “Oh, God, Enough!” Sivilas froze. With his heart racing he very slowly pulled out of her and moved on to the bed beside her. Laying close her brushed some hair from her face, looking to her with concern. “I’m sorry, did I hurt you Pet?” Bonnie turned her face towards him, shaking, her chest heaving as she tried to form words. “I…couldn’t…breath.” She smiled broadly and Sivilas smiled back greatly relieved. “So you are okay?” he whispered. Bonnie nodded, and gave him a look that said she was more than okay, so he kissed her.
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Bonnie lay quivering and panting on the bed for a long while. Sivilas held her until she stopped shaking, then got up and made them both another cup of tea. “That was…” Bonnie faded, lost for words. Sivilas smiled licking his lips. “Yeah, it was.” He shifted uncomfortably as he returned with the mugs and Bonnie looked down, noting the sizable bulge in his pants. She sat up and took her mug from him. “Do you want me to return the favor?” she asked,putting on a slightly sultry voice. Sivilas looked to her sadly. “No, I’m fine Bonnie. It’s getting late, you’d better go.” Her heart sank. “Oh” she said dejectedly and sat quietly while she drank her tea. Finishing, she took the mug back to the sink and washed it, then turned to look at him squarely. “I don’t want to go Sivilas” She said somewhat defiantly, then, softening her tone she went on “I want to stay here. I want to… sleep with you, Sivilas, Sir.” He looked at her quizzically. "You won’t be missed?” Bonnie shook her head. “My Aunt and Uncle are probably blind drunk by now. They won’t wake until afternoon, and I won’t be looked for until dinner time, at least.” He nodded quietly. “Please let me stay? I’ll do anything you ask?”
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Sivilas was torn. He wanted her there, more than anything, but she was an under aged temptation he’d already gone too far with. That, and he was feeling awfully protective of her. Hell, he’d never let a daughter of his date someone like himself! The angel that sat on his right shoulder and the devil which occupied his left had an impassioned argument about the pro’s and con’s. He smiled slightly, as a particularly wicked thought crossed his mind, and his devil won hands down. “Alright, you can stay, but on one condition.” He got up and moved to the nightstand, pulling open a drawer and taking out a little black dildo. It was small, about five inches long and less than an inch in diameter. “What is the condition?” she asked softly. He sat on the edge off the toying with it and peered up at her. “That you wear this, and only this to bed.” Bonnie blinked, as though she hadn’t understood him. “You want me to wear that, where Sir?” she asked. “In your pussy Bonnie” he answered insistently. “Oh, Er… um… Alright. If that’s what you want Sir.” she replied tentatively. Sivilas nodded and patted the bed next to him. “It is. Come, stand in front of me and put your foot on the bed”. Bonnie did as she was told, and as she parted her legs he groped her roughly, slipping a finger into her, then sliding the little toy in so deeply that her lips closed behind it. “Good girl, Bonnie. Now you can get into bed.”
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Bonnie gasped at the intrusion, shuddering a little climbed under the covers. The toy felt weird inside her; far from filling her, it seemed small and inadequate. She didn’t understand what this was for, she wanted more; she wanted him. Sivilas un-buttoned his fly and slipped off his black leather pants. Underneath he wore tight boxers in charcoal grey, with what looked like pop studs down each side. He also wore a raging hard-on, the sight of which made Bonnie’s belly squirm with anticipation. She wriggled over in the bed and he got in next to her. Smiling softly and leaning in gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek. “Thank you Bonnie, I’ve had a lovely evening. Good night” and with that he rolled towards the window, and snuggled down, closing his eyes. Bonnie was aghast. What was he doing, wasn’t he going to fuck her? After all he’d just done? Didn’t he want her? Of course he wanted her! Look at him? She lay back feeling absolutely gutted. She'd done something wrong; obviously, she'd displeased him, but how? She bit her lip and tried not make a sound, she didn’t want to upset him any further. He’d taken her out of herself, and flown her to heaven and back. Now she suddenly felt lost and isolated again.
She snuggled down and tried to get comfortable. The bed clothes smelled so good; a musky male smell, which reminder her of her father’s woolen jumpers. His body was warm next to her. His steady breathing was peaceful, and comforting. Oh how she longed for his arms around her. Bonnie closed her eyes and tried to sleep, but the toy inside her made her ache with want. At first it had been cool, foreign and manifestly intrusive, but as it warmed to body temperature it became a sort of phantom presence, barely there, yet impossible to ignore. Bonnie rolled her hips a little and clenched, letting out a tiny moan as she felt the thing shift. Oh how she wanted
it to move, to wriggle and thrust inside her, so she could really feel it. Motionless it was like some sort of void; it made her feel empty and the emptier she felt the more she wanted Sivilas to fill her.
Bonnie tried to think of something else, like what she was going to tell Cindy of her adventures, and whether perhaps she'd tell her nothing at all, as pay back for the ditching. But that only lead to thoughts of what tales Cindy might have to tell; images of Cindy and Gavin together, humping, moaning, cumming. Oh god, how she wanted the man beside her inside her.
Bonnie rolled over slipping an arm across his body and leaning up to whisper in his ear. Her pert nipples grew as hard as pebbles as they rubbed against his warm back. “Sivilas?” There was no answer, just the slow steady breathing of one who is soundly sleeping. Bonnie sighed. Her hand drifted over his belly. She meant to stop there but her hand continued, with a will of its own, down to his groin. His cock was still wooden and she stroked it lovingly, groaning as she struggled to control her desire. “Sivilas?” she whispered more urgently. This time he responded, with a sleepy moan. “Mmmm? What is it Bonnie?” He rolled towards her, laying on his back to look at her. “Sivilas. Aren't you going to… ” She paused, embarrassed to say what she meant. “Aren't I going to what, Bonnie?” She sighed with frustration. “I want you Sivilas, I want you to fuck me!” Bonnie caressed his hard member with her hand to emphasis the point. Sivilas moaned a little. “I’m tired Bonnie. I don’t want to fuck you.” Bonnie let out a pained whimper. She wanted him so badly she was ready to beg, but before she could open her mouth to try he interrupted. “Give me back my toy” He said wearily. She chewed her lip as she probed inside herself to retrieve it, then handing it back she tired not to burst into tears as she waited for the words “Now get out” or something to that effect. Instead Sivilas motioned to the nightstand. “There are condoms in the first draw. If you really want, you can fuck me.”
Bonnie almost sobbed with relief as she scrambled to the night stand. Sivilas lay back watching her with heavy eyes as she pulled away the covers and popped the studs on his boxers. With a quick tug they were gone; his proud prick seemed to swell with pleasure at its liberation. It was a sight to behold. Thick around the shaft and deeply veined, it was straighter than most and glowed a rich pinkish purple. She tore into the condom wrapper and inexpertly slipped it into
place, her hands trembling as she did.
“Are you alright Bonnie?” he asked drowsily. She nodded fervently. “Yeah, yeah, I’m just… I’ve never been so god damned horny in my life, Sir." He chuckled. "So tell me, what is it you plan to do with me Bonnie?" She looked to him, the answer on her lips before she'd even thought about it. "I want to make you cum Sir!” He frowned a little, raising one skeptical brow. “Make me?” Bonnie bit her lip realizing she had chosen her words poorly. “I want to pleasure you Sir, like you did me, and bring you off” Sivilas smiled patently. “That’s better, Pet.” He folded his arms behind his head. “Tell me, have you ever ridden a horse?” She nodded. “Yeah, I’m not the greatest rider, but I know how”. He grinned. “Good. Gently into the saddle then Bonnie, and take me for a long slow ride.”
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Bonnie nodded obediently and quickly straddled him, watching his face as her pussy kissed his plump purple head. Sivilas wasn’t sure how much longer he’d have been able to continue his charade. His balls were aching; his stomach was knotted so tightly it was making his eyes water. It had taken every ounce of his self control to keep breathing slow and stead, and pretend to be asleep. Maybe it was a mean trick to tell her he wasn’t interested, when what he’d really wanted was to throw her on her back and screw the living hell out of her, but he’d long since learned the intense gratification that temporary denial could bring. Both of them were now so damned hot for each other, it didn’t bare thinking on; if he had, he might have cum right there and then. Instead he concentrated on her face, and the elation he was going to get from watching her pleasure herself on his cock.
Bonnie balanced herself over his loins, licking her soaked slit across his knob. Her eyes were fixed on his and burned with untamed lust. He looked her body over, both amazed by the raw sexuality he’d uncover and bewildered by how easily she took his breath away. She must have been hot for him; her sap was already running down his aching shaft. Easing herself down, she closed her eyes and rolled her head back. Her lips above parted in a moan while her lips below opened to take the tip of him in. She rotated her hips as if tasting his head then paused for just a moment before dropping hard and impaling herself deeply. Bonnie sat there, shuddering, with only the whites of her eyes showing and Sivilas thought of an old samurai movie he’d seen; she looked just like the hero had as he knelt and stabbed himself to commit hara-kiri. Slowly, she tilted her head forward again and opened her eyes to look at him. They eyes glowed with such intense hunger, that she seemed like a possessed creature, about to devour him. “What would you have me do now, Sir?” she panted.
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“Ride Bonnie, a nice easy walk to begin with.” Sivilas held up his hands and she took them like reins, kicking slightly with her heels she started to rock her hips as if she was walking a horse. The sensation almost made her swoon. That excruciating emptiness had been replaced with the most fabulous thing she’d ever held between her legs. It was full and firm, silky smooth, and for a few moments felt cool against her raging heat. Yet she felt like a parched man who’d been giving an ice block. She wanted to drink deeply and quench her terrible thirst; instead she had to suck and lick, and work every for every precious drop. Her thighs quivered as she forced herself to go slowly. Part of her wanted to get where she was going as quickly as she could; another part wanted this agonizing bliss to last forever.
Bonnie pried her mind away from her own pleasure and looked to Sivilas. His eyes regarded her with a kind of drowsy disbelief. He moaned softly, “Oh God that’s good Bonnie” and she grinned with delight. Shifting her weight she rotated her hips, gasping a little as his rod stirred her yonni. Sivilas responded with a deep moan and his eyes close as his head tilted back on the pillows. Brimming with eagerness, Bonnie picked up the pace a little; his reaction was to freeze immediately. “No, Bonnie!” he snapped, then softening his tone, he continued “Not yet, not until I say.” She gulped and nodded, feeling like a puppy brought to heel. Slowing to her former pace, she rolled her hips in different directions so that every inch of her hungry hole could savor him.
“Now to a canter, Bonnie” he murmured softly. The voice of her old riding instructor echoed in her ears, “Shoulders square, chest up, lift that seat Girl!” Bonnie moved her weight to her knees and rolled her pelvis forward lifting off him a few inches. It was like drawing a stick out of mud; she sucked on him, reluctant to let go. As his hot flesh drew out he moaned a moan that made her think of hot chocolate fudge sauce. His body shivered and his back arched as he pushed his pelvis towards her as if, he too was reluctant to leave her. Bonnie bit her lip and tried not to smirk. Whatever he might have said before, he wanted her now, perhaps as badly as she wanted him. She was determined to please him and to give him the best damned ride she could. Straightening her back she sat as upright, pulling of until she held only his very tip, then she let gravity do the rest of the work, dropping suddenly back down the full length of his shaft. Sivilas let out a small cry and rolled his head to the side “Yes, Bonnie, Oh God yes!”
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Bonnie took up the pace of a canter, letting go of his hands and folding her own behind her head like a kid saying “Look mom, no hands”. Up and down she bobbed, panting harder and harder with every stroke. Her body was on fire; perspiration broke out across her shoulders and breasts. Sivilas found himself transfixed as he watched a bead of sweat run down her neck, over her collar bone, and make its way down the ski jump slope of her breast, towards her nipple. With a groan he leapt forward, chasing the droplet with his tongue and catching it in his mouth, then resting his hands on Bonnie’s waist he took her luscious teat fully into his mouth, sucking it like a nursing babe. Bonnie moaned loudly and shuddered, faltering in her stride, but Sivilas gripped her hips, driving her on to him again and again. Bonnie’s fingers ran though his hair gripping his head, pulling his mouth from her breast as she leaned in kissing him with a fiery passion. He kissed back, the lust rising like a tide in his throat. His tongue pushed past her lips, danced a tango with hers and filled her delicious mouth with his mounting desire.
Bonnie pulled back from the kiss with a gasp, and tilting her face skywards made a series of caveman-like grunts; words half spoken “Er…mh...gh…erf.’ Her body began to tremor, and Sivilas eased back so he could watch her face. “Don’t stop Bonnie, keep it up, keep it coming, that’s my girl”. Bonnie turned to look at him, seeming stunned, as if she didn’t quite understand what was happening inside her. She breathed in harsh little gasps which terminated in an astonished cry and cut off abruptly.
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Bonnie felt like she’d been transformed into a volcano. Her earth shook and trembled, loose soil cascaded down her slopes, trees were up rooted and tossed down with the rubble, then somewhere, deep inside, something primal cracked. With a slow deep rumbling her orgasm forced its way up, smashing aside everything in its path with the brute force of nature. Up and up, from her groin to her belly, her belly to her chest, turning everything in its wake to stone. Her cunt constricted, her stomach clenched, her chest got so tight she couldn’t breath, her back, her arms, her neck and jaw all locked tight. The climax exploded into her head with such a blood rush she was temporarily blinded. It roared in her ears like the ocean and her brain pounded so hard she thought something was going to burst. She could barely hear Sivilas calling to her from what seemed miles away “That’s it Bonnie, that’s my girl, push thru it love, push thru it, keep going”. Gasping like a swimmer erupting from deep water, she forced herself thru the sensory black out, out and up and over.
When her vision cleared Sivilas was there in front of her, holding her hips, bouncing her gently in his lap, smiling with a look of pure delight. “Easy Bonnie, easy. Catch your breath, Love” he whispered tenderly. “Slower now, like you are taking your horse up a steep hill.” Bonnie nodded limply, sucking in as much air as she could. The tension in her body drained away leaving her feeling like a rag doll, or a deflated balloon, but as Sivilas continued to thrust into her, the hunger swiftly rose again, even stronger than it had been before. His eyes shone like fireworks in a darkened sky. His smile beamed like that of a child watching its first snow fall. His body rippled and glistened, and his breath smelled of raw sexual energy. She wanted him now, more than ever.
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Bonnie lay her hands on his cheeks and leaned in to take his kiss, pushing him back down to the bed. Her nipples brushed against his chest, sending a hot flush of lust across his upper body. Her mouth ranged over his, wantonly, sucking and nipping at his lips and tongue. He returned the kiss in kind, moaning into it as her forearms fell across his shoulders, pinning him to the mattress. Normally Sivilas wouldn’t have tolerated such forwardness from a girl, but he was the one who had lit this fire under Bonnie, and it was amusing him to she just how much of a vixen might become.
It seemed she was a more experience horsewoman that she had let on. No sooner was he on his back, than Bonnie was putting her hips into it, riding him hard, urging her mount faster and higher. With sharp insistent thrusts she drove her pelvis against his; their sweat soaked curls tangling together as she squeezed and tugged at his member as if she was trying to up-root it. Her grunts were primal, like the snuffling of some burrowing animal. Sivilas pried her from his mouth, pushing her away so he could at her face. He saw before him a wild thing; her golden hair flopped around her face in an unkempt halo, like the mane of a lion, and her eyes were consumed with insatiable hunger.
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“Now, Bonnie! Ride like the wind, Darlin.” Sivilas wheezed, his breathing almost as hot and heavy as her own. Bonnie pitched herself upright, driving down with her knees, using the spring in the mattress as a counter thrust and the bed itself groaned in time with their own impassioned cries. She rode with all the determination of a pony express rider while Sivilas threw himself up into her such fierce urgency of a bronco. His hands ranged over her body, pawing at her breasts, clawing her flanks and clutching tightly at her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as his body grew rigid under her. His face contorted, his eyes screwing up as a look of exquisite agony griped his features. Bonnie might have smiled with glee, were it not that her body was going as taut as his. They both quaked deeply, the moment hanging in the air like the final note of a symphony, then with a roar of ecstasy, Sivilas came. He shook and trembled under her like a man in an electric chair, ramming deep into her recesses, as he lost his pent up load. Bonnie let out an elated cry and her pulsating snatch closed around his throbbing cock, trying to milk it for all it was worth. Their hearts thundered like rapturous applause and Bonnie felt that same sense of being lifted high into the air that came from being part of a standing ovation.
Bonnie tumbled off him, falling to the bed exhausted, every inch of her limp and quivering. Her heart was thumping as if it was ready to burst, her limbs seemed to be made of rubber, and her body felt hot enough to fry eggs. She lay panting heavily and watched in stunned disbelief as Sivilas stumbled to his feet, discarded the used condom and fumbled for another. His eyes burned into her as he slipped it on, then without so much as a nod, he roughly seized Bonnie's ankle and dragged her to the edge of the bed. "On your knees Girl" he commanded. Bonnie rolled on to all fours with a groan. She couldn’t believe this, the man had just cum but still wasn’t satiated. Grabbing her firmly about the thighs he pulled her hips to his, opened her fiery red slit with his thumbs and sank himself in her to the hilt. Bonnie wailed. Her cunt quivered, and her body shook like jelly as she came almost instantaneously. Sivilas moaned wantonly, stroking her buttocks and thighs over with his hot hands and began to pound into her mercilessly. His thighs and loins slapped so hard against her butt cheeks they began to burn as though she had been spanked. Bonnie couldn't think, her mind was an utter fog; all she could do was to feel his massive erection slamming into her, over and over. Her little body felt like putty in his hands and she hadn't the will to be anything but want ever he shaped her into, and at the moment she was simply a mortar for his pestle. She found herself breathing like a woman in labor, gasping for air in little dog-like pants then holding her breath and gritting her teeth as her entire body contracted. Her orgasms came like subway trains, one after the other, without pause. Bonnie's belly ached liked she done a thousand crunches, her cunt burned raw as if she had been reamed out and still Sivilas went on and on, ramming her like a cannon.
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Sivilas was in heaven and in hell. His senses imploded, he could barely hear or see. All he knew was the rapture that was Bonnie's quivering flesh wrapped around his blistering rod. Hell was that he’d had a few drinks that night and the booze was just enough to take the edge off his ardor. Give how hot she made him, he was surprised to have lasted so long the first time. The second was just agonizing. He felt like a bicycle tire, filled to capacity; just one more pump and he'd explode. But one didn't do it, nor did the next, nor the next. Sweat ran off his back, coursing down his butt crack, and he breathed like a marathon runner, cursing his inability to make the finish line, so close and yet so far. His legs trembled, his body rattled; the pressure in his pipes was threatening to blow a gasket in his brain. Then, as though a chill wind had blown thru the room, his skin pricked and tightened. His balls and butt clenched, and groaning dam in his loins shuddered and cracked. Sivilas stood on the brink, teetering for a moment, the universe swirling before him, vast and timeless, then like a high board diver in slow motion he plunged. Cum roared thru his nuts and along his prick in a torrent, exploding with all the pent up energy of a geyser. "Fuuuuuuuuuuckkkkk!" he screamed, thundering into her, his body pumping from the base of his skull to the tips of his toes. Bonnie's wordless cry matched his, their bodies quavering in sympathy as he thrust a few more strokes then collapsed to the bed on top of her.
Bonnie continued shivering and whimper under him for some time. Exhausted he rolled off, and with a chill discovered that small noises she was making were not pants, but tiny sobs. Sivilas froze in horror; the idea that he might have harmed this wonderful creature wrenched at his guts like the icy hand of death. “Bonnie?” he whispered softly resting a hand on her head and brushing hair from her face. “Oh God Bonnie, did I hurt you?” She shook her head and sat up a little, throwing her arms around his neck. At first he was so stunned he wasn’t sure if he should touch her, but as she clung to him, weeping desperately he lay his hands on her back and petted, trying to comfort her.
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“Shhhhhh, Sweetheart whatever’s wrong?” asked Sivilas, confusion and concern clear in his voice. Bonnie sobbed harder. For the life of her she didn’t know why she was crying. It was as though the flood gates had been throw open and every emotion she had ever felt was coursing through her at once. “I… feel” she stammered. “What do you feel Bonnie?” he replied with apprehension. “I feel ...everything at once” she whispered looking up to him with bewilderment. Sivilas sighed with relief and cradled her to him, gently kissing her face. “There, there my pet” he whispered “We popped your cork there did we?” Bonnie smiled through her tears, then laughed and sobbed again, hugging him even tighter than before. He had indeed popped her cork. Everything she had bottled up came spewing forth as ferocious as his spunk. “That’s my girl, you let it out. I’ve got you.” Bonnie did just that, letting all her jangled emotions flow, tumbling one over the other in no particular order. Sobs and kisses intermingled with hugs and caresses until she feel into a deep and entirely exhausted sleep.
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Sivilas woke a few hours later, with Bonnie held tightly in his arms. Her face, though stained with tears was peaceful and contented. She looked like an angel, almost too perfect to be real. He realized, as he listened to her slow comfortable breathing, that she utterly terrified him. He wanted Bonnie so badly, not as in wanted to take her again, but wanted to hold her, keep her, to make her his own. This was what he’d been longing for all along; someone honest and uncomplicated. Someone who needed him in her life, not just wanted him in her bed. Someone he could love, who would love him in return. It broke his heart knowing that she wasn’t old enough for that. He had to let her go, yet he couldn’t bare the idea of saying goodbye to her. Slipping out of bed, he dressed quietly, kissed her cheek, and moved into the hallway to make a phone call.
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Bonnie woke in the back of a cab; the driver was shaking her. “The man said not to wake you until we got here Miss." She glanced around; the sun was just rising over the trailer park her Aunt and Uncle called home. "That will be $25 dollars, Miss” said the driver. She moaned. God what a dream she'd had! What was she doing in a cab? Where was she going to find $25?! Looking down groggily she suddenly realized she was wearing track pants and a sweat shirt that didn't belong to her. No! These were the clothes Sivilas had laid out. She hadn't dreamed it after all.
Reaching into the pockets she found some notes and paid the impatient looking driver, then stumbled blearily out of the cab. It was only as she stood watching the car pull away that she realized that not only did she have no idea where she'd been but, more importantly, she didn’t know how get back there. Getting back there was the only thing she could think of. Slipping quietly into the trailer she reached for the phone book. Devante… Devante… There where no Devante’s listed, not one. She moved to the tiny room she shared with Cindy hoping her cousin would know the address, but the comatose figure in the bed, and the foul smelling bucket next to it suggested Cindy wasn’t going to remember much of anything.
Bonnie flopped onto her bed confused, dejected and miserable. Sivilas had made her feel alive. He made her feel more than she'd ever felt before. She didn’t want it to end like this. She wanted to see him again. She wanted to be with him again. She wanted to please him and thrill him and have him want her. She wanted to learn everything he had to teach her. But most of all she wanted to tell him that she loved him. How was she ever going to find him?
Bonnie rolled on to her stomach and hugged her pillow, crying softly into. That was when she felt the sudden and distinct buzzing in her crotch. Peering curiously into her pants she discovered the cell phone; it was switched to vibrate and tucked down the front of her thong. She snatched it out and flipped it open, desperately wanting to hear his voice. There was no call, just a simple text message, but heart leapt as she read it. “WAIT 4 ME PET – WILL CALL WHN I WANT U 2 CUM”. Bonnie kissed the phone and hugged it tightly. She knew that she could never forget Sivilas, and now she knew he wasn’t planning to forget her. She’d wait for as long as she had to wait. No more foolish horny boys, no more drunken groping in back seats. Bonnie had set her sights on better things. One day, she would be his girl, and belong to Sivilas Devante.
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