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Page 44 of Take (Deliver 5)

Soon we came to a large table, which was placed in front of an even larger window. It was a giant stained glass round window which looked out on the front side of the building’s street view, far below. It was floor to ceiling, even taller than me. Izetta scrambled to cover herself in full view of the window.

“Nobody can see you.”

Her cheeks raged red. “Fane, it’s an enormous window. Somebody might see!”

I reached up and yanked her hands away from her own breasts, once again exposing her to the night. “Who gives a damn if they do?”

“I do!” she cried, her eyes once again filling with tears.

A frustrated groan rumbled in my throat. I took her hand and said, “Here, sit on this table. Give your leg a break.”

Hesitating again, she allowed me to help her shimmy back onto the smooth tabletop. I took her cane, which she seemed reluctant to let go. But I took it all the same and stashed it under the table.

With her seated on the edge of the table, I nuzzled her legs apart so that I could step between them. I cupped the back of her head and pulled her into a kiss, probing her with my thrashing tongue. She melted against me; all apprehensions forgotten. She reached up to wrap her arms around me, but I grabbed her wrists and pulled them down to her sides. “Ah, ah,” I breathed. “Did I say you could touch?”

Izetta giggled. I kissed her again, and she began to pant. She reached for me again, this time feeling my hard cock through my clothing.

I snatched her hands away again. “Oh, I guess I’ll have to tie you up since you can’t behave, my pet.” I smiled darkly, and she smiled too.

I believe she thought I was joking, but I circled around to the head of the table and produced a chain from each corner. Each of the chains was attached to the table at one end and a metal cuff at the other.

I darted back to Izetta, hooked an arm around her waist, and jerked her back to where I could fasten the cuffs on both her wrists. Her skin squeaked as I dragged her across the shiny surface of the table, and she cried out. The placement of the cuffs spread her arms as far as they could spread above her head.

“Fane!” Izetta cried. “What are you doing?” Forced into a laying down position, she squirmed and strained against the cuffs. I climbed onto the table and straddled her, which slowed her struggle somewhat as she stared up into my eyes and huffed deep frightened breaths. I leaned down and dragged my tongue across her lips, barely touching the tender flesh. She closed her eyes and sighed.

I moved down her body on the tabletop and bent between her legs to kiss her pussy. She vibrated and whimpered. Ah, my darling Izetta, how she loved to have her pussy licked. And a pretty one it was, for a lady who was older than those I would typically fuck. I used two fingers to open the lips and let my hot breath make direct contact with her clit. Then I inserted my tongue into the dark hole of her center, slowly and softly.Izetta arched her back and cried out, no longer afraid of being heard.

I scissored my two fingers while I tongued her cunt. Gentle. Subtle.

Making her think this wouldn’t hurt.

After tonguing her to the brink with her body writhing on the hardwood table, I stopped. I scurried backward off the table. She was still in the throes of her passion, not even paying much attention that I’d left her, bucking her hips and moaning.

I grabbed another iron shackle that was attached to the bottom corner of the table. Then I reached to grab her left ankle, and I yanked it toward the shackle and clicked it closed on her in an instant.

Her eyes popped open, and she screamed. “Fane!”

I smiled at her, my cock throbbing against the fabric of my trousers. I took my time going to the other corner, producing yet another shackle.

She whimpered and all the ecstasy was gone from her face. “Fane, it will hurt. Please…”

Around her right ankle, I laced my fingers, like five snakes. She jerked and tried to pull it away, but then my fingers tightened from snakes into stones.

With a roar and a savage yank, I spread her leg to the right and shackled it. She screamedloud and long on that one, her injured leg. Tears streamed down her sweet face.

Her body was perfectly stretched wide on the big wooden table.

“It hurts,” she whimpered after she was screamed out.

I crawled back up onto the table. She jerked and spasmed, a sheen of sweat now coating every inch of her. She wanted away from me.

But there was nowhere to go.

I took my time inching my way back to the center of her.

“Please, please, Fane, it hurts,” she begged, meeting my eyes with a pleading gaze.

“Does it, my pet?” I whispered. Crouched on my knees, I reached down to the inside of each of her spread thighs and began to massage. “Here?” I asked, rubbing her in slow circles, grazing the lips of her cunt with each rotation.


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