Modification Purposes

Being cautious about who you go home with from a bar is reasonable. Being cautious about who you go home with from a library? Not so expected. But sometimes, the darkest things hide in the lightest places right before your eyes. You have to be careful looking into the darkness hiding, because sometimes it wants to look back at you. Sometimes, it wants you to join it.

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It was dark. It was cold. She was alone in a place that she couldn't see. Sage had woken up startled, trying to figure out where she was. What time was it? How did she get to be in this tenebrous place? She scrambled to remember what had happened the last time she was awake, but it was all a giant darkened haze that wasn't getting any brighter. She realized that she'd been laying there for quite sometime, unable to move. Maybe unwilling to move? It was like she was under water, she could hear her heart beat loudly, and only a soft ringing sound penetrated the pulse. She didn't feel like she had the strength to stir at all. Swallowing and sighing, thirsty with the worst dry mouth she had ever experienced, she moved her head to her shoulder and found that her arms were laying above her.
As if she'd been woken from hypnosis, she could feel and move and hear clearly. Like finding out her arms were above her head was finding them for the first time ever. Her body seemed new to her somehow. She tried to sit up. She couldn't. She moved her legs, couldn't do much of that either. She wiggled her feet and her hands...she was tied up? No...shackled. Heavy metal rings were clasped tightly around her limbs. Starting to try and squirm, she realized that she wasn't wearing a top, or a bra. She had on a pair of underwear, she couldn't tell if they were hers or not. They were soft at least. She lifted her head up to try and squint through the complete blackness that surrounded her and was choked. She put her head back quickly. Does she have something on her neck? She moved her head around, sure enough, the same casting that clutched her wrists and ankles so tightly was around her neck as well.
She was trying not to panic, knowing that it would just exacerbate her situation. She was anchored to whatever was beneath her and definitely unable to get out of her position. Her breathing was a little heavier now. She realized suddenly that there was a soft burning sensation all over her body that she couldn't place, and that her nipples were very sore. They must have been hard for quite sometime from the temperature surrounding her. She closed her eyes tight and reopened them, hoping that she would be back in her apartment, in her bed, having some horrid dream. But that didn't happen. It was still dark, still frigid. She heard a noise and turned her head, she wasn't sure where it came from, everything seemed to echo.
"Hello?!"she tried to yell, but it came out more like a hoarse howl. She sighed and swallowed, tried again, but no different. Her mouth was so dry, she couldn't even speak correctly. She heard another noise, this time it sounded like walking. There was definitely someone coming, she just couldn't tell from where. Was the noise inside the room? How big was this room? She was interrogating herself about things she had no recollection of. Footsteps got closer, they were definitely in the room. Closer, closer....she could feel the stale air in motion now as whoever this was moved closer to her. She could smell a pleasant fragrance coming from something, it smelled like a male scent, possibly cologne.
And then momentary brightness made her turn her head quickly, even the light from the lighter that had just been flicked on was too bright for her eyes. He stood there over her, a long white candle in his left hand. He was wearing a black towel wrapped around his waist and nothing else. Brown hair topped his head in a messy fashion merging into a not too thick stubbly beard. His skin was creamy white and seemed to glow from the candle light. He tilted his head to the side with a soft smile and started walking around to the other side of the wooden table he had her fashioned to, admiring his work.
She finally opened her eyes and saw him, his blue eyes faced hers and she shuddered. She looked down at her body and blinked a few times, thinking that what she was seeing was not real, that something was in her eyes. But her eyes were clear and what she was seeing was real. Her nipples were pierced, and her body had new tattoos. Black swirls running from her upper arms all the way down her body, over her breasts and down her sides right down to the tops of her feet. They curved around her hips and into her pelvis. Now she started to panic.
"Please, whatever you want, I'll...I'll do whatever you want. Just don't kill me, please don't kill me." She begged quietly, closing her teary eyes and laying her head back. He laughed, a full, happy laugh that didn't sound exactly maniacal or ill willed in anyway, but something about it wasnt quite...right. He set the candle in a bronze holder on the table between her spread open knees. She licked her dry lips and kept her eyes closed, still trying desperately to remember what happened the night before. She hadn't paid much attention to his face, mostly because she was afraid to look at him. Maybe she'd remember something if she did, but she still didn't want to.
"I'm not going to kill you, why would I have made you one of my most artistic monuments if I was just going to kill you? Artists don't destroy their works." He spoke softly, his voice was smooth and low. He walked around to the other side, the right side of her, running the very tip of his middle finger down her left leg from her thigh and up her right leg from the top of her foot following the freshly injected patterns that were emblazed upon her milky flesh. Goosebumps shot over her sensitive, cold skin. She had to look at him, she had to see him. She'd seen so many movies and read so many crime stories that she was surprised he wasn't wearing some kind of strange mask or costume. She opened her eyes and gazed over to him in the glow of that candle. Their blue eyes tangled once more but this time she was actually looking, studying his face. She recognized him, but why couldn't she remember anything?! She was starting to get frustrated.
"Have a drink of water, Sage...you need to be ready for what is coming up next..."He reached down and grabbed a pitcher that looked more like a plant feeder. It was black with a long skinny nozzle. The idea that he knew her name wasn't surprising to her, in these situations the killers always know their victims names. He put the nozzle to her lips and tilted, letting soft drops trickle out into her mouth and she accepted them graciously. He leaned in and put a strong hand next to her face, brushing some of her honey blonde hair away from her eyes. As he was tilting the pitcher, he unclasped the metal ring around her neck and let it fall to the table.
"Good girl...take it slow." She couldn't understand exactly what was going on, he seemed...nice? But she was chained up, how could he be nice!? He pierced her nipples, tattoed her whole body and she couldn't even remember if it was with her permission or not. She fought with herself as she drank as many slow droplets of water as she could, she felt more thirsty than she'd ever been. The water had been so important that she over looked what he had said. Coming next? Oh my god, what is coming next, she thought to herself. She was still fearing for her life even though he'd said he wasn't going to kill her. Remember something! Remember anything!
He put the pitcher down and picked up something else from the ground that looked like a clear glass bowl. He put something to her lips, but she didn't open her mouth.
"You have to eat something before we start the next session, Sage...You like these, I promise." She looked at him with worried eyes, was it poison? She had no choice. She was afraid of what might happen if she didn't do what he said. He still had one hand caressing her cheek softly. She had no control, and she had to accept that. She opened her mouth and took the small piece of food with her tongue from his fingers. She chewed, soy beans? Protein. She realized she was famished. He fed her another and another and she accepted them fervently, she didn't seem to care if it was poison or not, she was starving.
He smiled as he fed her, glancing over her body and seemingly loving every tongue swipe along his fingers as she took the morsels from his hand. She swallowed and closed her eyes after the ninth or tenth bean. Somehow that little bit of water and food made her feel so much less stressed, was his touch helping? She was so confused at her situation, she wasn't sure if she'd ever see her family again, she wasn't sure if she'd get through the next so called session. Letting out a long sigh, she opened her eyes and looked at him again, leaning her head to her right and into his hand. This movement had no meaning, it just happened as she turned, but as she did this she remembered. Something about the way he was looking down at her jolted her recollection. A deluge of memories came flashing to her.
She was at the library the night before, doing some research on body mutilation and modification and the difference between the two. She always had been interested in dark things of that nature, she loved tattoos and piercings and suspension but she never could quite cross over the line and do it herself. She had a couple of little tattoos, but nothing large. She loved the pain they caused, if she could have she'd be covered in tattoos. And now she was. She remembered meeting him in the body modification section, talking to him briefly. She'd seen him before at the library and they started saying hi, sitting at the same tables, just being cordial in general. She didn't even know his name. He brought her a bottle of water last night, she thought he had gotten it from the vending machine. He must have drugged her. He seemed so pleasant...honestly, he still seemed pleasant. How could someone pleasant do something like this? How could this be happening?
He noticed a change her eyes and smiled, leaning down kissing her forehead softly. He knew she had remembered.
"Do you recognize me now, Sage? You remember who I am? I bet you think this is random. It's not. I've been watching you for a year, 1 year exactly today. You were the best slut I could find...imagine me finding you in a library of all places." he spoke quietly, through a smile as he lit a cigarette, bringing it to his lips and inhaling, blowing the exhaled smoke out over her body from head to toe. He reached down and started rubbing a finger beneath the rim of her black satin panties. She squirmed a little bit, trying to move her hips away but again quickly realized she had absolutely no control.
"You may consider this your....anniversary present. You've been such a good girl so far, don't shy away from me now. I've been so nice to you, you don't want to see me get mean." His words were just as calm, just as smooth as before even as he uttered these things that seemed like they would be such harsh comments. He seemed so calm and she hated him for it. She hated that he calmed her down with his voice because she so badly wanted to despise him with her whole being. She couldn't...for some reason, she just couldn't hate him. He ran the side of his face up her right side from her thigh all the way to her bare breast. She shivered, how can that feel good? Again, she fought with herself. He flicked the nipple piercing softly and she gasped.
"Do you like them? I think they look beautiful on you," He ran his tongue along the outside of her nipple, "mmm...you taste good, too." She closed her eyes, turning her head to her left, away from him. It can't feel good, this can't feel good. You're in pain, chained to a wooden table! You have been kidnapped by a crazy man that has drugged you! She was abruptly taken from her self-chastising as he grabbed her face and yanked it back to the right. She kept her eyes closed.
"Open your eyes, I know you like it...I can smell it on you. I smelled it on you even as you were unconscious. You can't deny the fact that you're wet, that you are loving every single second of this. While I was tattooing you, you were moaning for me. You will moan for me again. As long as you relent to me, give yourself and your will over to me, we wont have any problems." As he spoke he got closer and closer to her face. She could smell the cigarette smoke on his breath and loved it. She opened her eyes, her brows furrowed upon her forehead. Her blue gaze sparkling from the candle light glistening upon her tears. He was still smiling that uncomprehendingly sweet smile, she licked her lips and bit the bottom one before forcing herself to speak.
"What's your name?" she asked quietly, her voice somewhat back to normal. Looking into his eyes, she searched for the crazy, for the part that she could hate. She didn't find anything. Placing both of his hands on either side of her face he put his thumbs over her lips and shook his head, cigarette still between two fingers of his right hand.
"Do not ask me questions, I know...you don't know the rules yet. And for that, I'll forgive you. You may call me simply Master. That is all. You will never know me by any other name. I am your master now...I branded you with my markings and you belong to me. You have become my art, and like any artist, I do with my works what I please. You are my paint and I am the brush, you are my clay and I am the potter...you will bend when I tell you to bend. If my artistic media does not do what I tell it, I throw it away for it is useless. Do you understand what I am telling you?" The more he talked, the more she relaxed for him. It was like he was hypnotizing her with his voice. She nodded, she did understand. She wasn't sure what would happen if she disobeyed but she was sure she didn't want to find out. How was she comfortable with this?
"Are you ready for our next session, Sage?" He asked and brought the cigarette to her lips and as she tried to wrap her lips around the filter, he pulled it away and brought it to his own lips. She looked at him, saying nothing as he leaned down with the inhale of smoke still in his mouth. He put his lips right over hers and she opened them up to him. He breathed out, blowing the nicotine laden smoke into her mouth. She inhaled and kept the breath in for as long as she could. She needed the nicotine. She breathed out slowly, letting the smoke rise up from her lips in small clouds of gray.
For the first time she had the chance to look around before answering him. The candle was bright enough for her to somewhat see what was around her. Dark brick walls with wooden rafters above her. Things hung from different parts of the ceiling, looked like chains, hooks, some of them looked like seats or hammocks. There was a motorcycle to her left on the far side, on her right what was looked like a fire pit of some type buried in the ground and surrounded by large white rocks. Her gaze landed on him again, he had flicked the cigarette into the pit to her right. He was now bending down and she heard a crack of what sounded like metal and a large jolt from beneath her. A cranking noise came then, and she could feel the table being lowered. The table she laid upon was now right below his waist, level with his pelvis. She noticed something protruding from beneath the towel that was wrapped around his waist. He smiled and let out a low rumbling laugh as he saw where her gaze landed.
"Don't mind that...you'll be feeling it soon." She shivered at his words. She was terrified and intrigued at the same time. She took a deep breath as he began to blow softly upon the fresh tattoos lining her body. The stinging was slightly relieved by his breath. She watched him intently, studying his face, his body. This had to be a dream. He reached down and let the towel drop to the floor, revealing himself to her veiled in the glow of the candlelight. His cock was erect, she looked away and then back at it. Her breath started to quicken as she watched him move further up, his dick right next to her face.
"Bend yourself to the side and lick me like a good girl." He said quietly, his hands were hanging relaxed at his sides. She did as she was told almost immediately in fear of what might happen if she didn't, but also in desire because for some reason she really wanted to do what she was told. He must have laced the water with something other than a sedative. It was illogical how aroused she was, how arousing he was to her. Was she already experiencing Stockholm Syndrome? Didn't that take longer? She twisted herself to the right, her right breast rubbing gently against the table beneath her, bending as far as she could before sticking her tongue out and flicking it across the head of his cock. She licked around the tip before craning her head more to lick further down the underside of the shaft towards his balls and up again. She had her eyes closed, he tasted like sweat and sex and cum and she wondered if he had cum while she was unconscious.
"Open your eyes and look up to me." She did so, her blue eyes looking up to him, watching him watch her as she smoothed her tongue over his dick. She put the head inside her mouth and rolled her tongue around it. He growled, grabbing her head and pressing himself all the way into her mouth. She whimpered and moaned at the same time, trying not to gag while trying desperately to keep her eyes open. Her eyes began to water.
"I told you to lick, not to suck. But if that's what you want, that's what you'll get. You have to listen to what I tell you to do, exactly how I tell you to. Now suck my cock like the naughty whore you are" She started sucking, she didn't have to move because he was gyrating his hips forward and back, pressing and pulling his dick in and out of her mouth. She let her tongue loll around his cock, she squeezed around him with her lips, she could taste the pre-cum flowing onto the back of her tongue. He reached down and squeezed her already hard and sore right nipple, and she moaned loudly into him. She was still watching him through her watery eyes and he smiled at the sound she made. He was moaning softly now with every thrust in. Her hair was draped behind her and being pulled and tangled by the fingers of his left hand, his right hand still squeezing and pinching her right nipple. She could feel his dick harden even more inside her mouth, she could feel him throbbing against her lips. He started thrusting faster and harder, he was pulling her hair hard and his hand moved up from her nipple to her chest, pressing down on her body as he shoved his cock so far into her mouth. She could feel his balls slip in through her lips when he would go all the way in.
Her eyes were closed now, she couldn't keep them open. Trying not to gag was making her eyes water so much that tears had started to flow from the corners of her eyes into her hair. His moans became more intense as he let his head fall back, he was thrusting slower now, but still just as deep and hard. She could feel the candle stick wobbling with his thrusts in between her legs. He looked down to her and yelled her name. She quickly opened her eyes and looked up to him.
"I want your eyes open when I cum in your mouth, look at me through your tears!" That was the first time she'd heard him yell, and it really wasn't even a yell. She kept her eyes open though, her hands were balled into fists and pressing against the shackles around her wrists. She should have listened to him. He started fucking her mouth harder now, this was her punishment. She could feel the head of his dick pressing into the back of her throat. He exploded inside her mouth. She was afraid of it at first but almost immediately she wanted more. Salty, creamy liquid filled her mouth and she swallowed, almost a cooling sensation happened when she gulped his juices down over her sore throat. He prodded her mouth a few more times until he had released all of himself into her, making sure she swallowed every last drop of it. He looked down to her and slowly released his grasp on her hair, his hand was still on her chest as he pressed her back to laying down.
She took a few deep breaths and licked her lips, closing her eyes and trying to regain her composure, bending her head to her arms in an attempt to dry the tears. She opened them again to see him on top of her. He had moved the candlestick to the ground. His knees on the sides of her, straddling her hips. She could feel the heat from his balls pressing against her through the satin panties. He bent over, his face was directly beyond hers. Their eyes met again and she shivered.
"That's what happens when you disobey," he lifted both his hands to the sides of her face, wiping away the tears, "like I said before, surrender your will to me and there will be no tears. You have your demons and a lot to learn...but I will teach you." He kissed the rest of her tears away, kissed both eyelids with such a gentle peck and left one last kiss to her forehead. She tried not the cringe from the pain of the pressure he was putting on her tattoos, but the pressure that his balls were putting on her pussy was relieving the pain. She was sure she was wet, she could feel her clit throbbing between the lips of her moistened flower. How could she want him so bad? He's caused her nothing but pain and somehow at the same time, comfort. She started to think about how fucked up she must be to enjoy this. How come even after he fucked her mouth so hard she was in tears, she still wanted him? How could she want him at all? Even more than before she wanted to feel his hands on her, his lips on hers, his heat inside her. Her eyes were trained on him.
"You were mostly a good girl...I hope you learned your lesson, though. Our session is not nearly over yet," he was still leaning down atop her, his chest pressed against her breasts. He spoke softly into her left ear, "I'm going to unshackle your arms but you can only use your hands for what I tell you to use your hands for. Understood?" He ran his tongue along her shoulder, up her neck to her ear and landed a soft kiss upon her ear lobe. She shivered and tried to catch her breath to answer.
"Yes, Master. I understand." She would listen to him even though all she wanted to do was run her hands over his chest, feel him like he had felt her. As she watched him release her, she realized that he didn't have any tattoos. And for someone who just tattooed her so well, she found that strange. She found herself noticing other little things about him, burning the way he looked into her memory and admiring him. She had stopped chastising herself about it, she figured if this was the last thing she'd ever do she might as well let herself enjoy it. Even if it was unusual for all this to arouse her, she felt good. Through all the pain, she felt good. She left her hands above her head as if they were still shackled even after he unclasped her. He hadn't told her to move yet. She let her arms relax though, she had been so tense through the last moments. He was sitting up now just peering down at her.
"Reach down and put both hands on your breasts, feel your new nipple rings. I hope you enjoy the gift..." he canted his head and watched her as she did so. Her fingers came to the silver hoops that were hooked into her nipples and spun them around softly. It stung, but he watched her so intently that she kept on doing it. She could feel the skin raised along the sides of her breasts where the tattoos had been placed. She wondered what she looked like altogether, she could only see so much of herself. He was gliding his fingertips over her stomach causing goosebumps to fly across her skin. She could feel his cock getting hard again through her panties, she couldn't help but salivate from the thought of it. He bent down, leaning over her again. His lips right above hers. She could feel his breath again, hot and sticky against her skin.
"Open your mouth." He ordered in a whisper. She didn't know exactly what he wanted it open for, but she obeyed and she parted her lips for him. He kissed her deeply, quickly pressing his tongue along hers. She returned the kiss and hoped that it was alright for her to do so, moving her lips with his, tasting his saliva, lapping at his tongue. It was everything that she could do to not let go of her nipples and wrap her arms around him but she somehow restrained herself. She just had to keep remembering if she wasn't told to, she can't do it. She was sure her juices were soaking through her panties, she could feel the cold air hit her warm pussy through the fabric as he moved. She moved so gently underneath him, pressing her chest up against his, wanting to feel more of him. He stopped kissing her and began to kiss down her chin, her neck, to her breasts. She wanted him to suck on them so badly. He kissed around the outside of her tits, following the curve to the center of her chest. He looked up to her with intense eyes, still straddling her hips.
"Tell me what you are thinking, Sage." He spoke against her skin and it felt as if his words penetrated her. She took a deep breath in and kept staring at him, she was still playing with her nipples.
"I'm thinking about feeling you inside me, Master. Feeling you fuck me until i'm sore. I hope that's okay.." Her words came out in a hum, almost a singing whisper and she could feel his dick pulsate against her.
"Oh is that what you want? Do you want to feel my cock inside you? You want me to fill you up?" He asked her as he moved his kisses up her body again, stopping at her lips. She nodded, her eyes pleading. She was throbbing so hard. How could she want him so badly? "Tell me. Tell me you want me to fill you up. Beg me correctly and you might just have what you want" She rolled her head backwards, pressing it down upon the table, her back arched into him.
"Master I want you to fill me up so bad. I need you inside me, my pussy is aching for you. Please, Master...please let me feel you." As she said these words she felt him get so hard against her that the pressure almost hurt. He quickly rolled off the table, she gasped. She was sure she didn't beg him right. He was at her feet unshackling her ankles. Oh god, what did you do? She tried so hard not to whimper while watching him. He was moving roughly, quickly as he released her feet and picked her up from the table. One arm beneath her knees, the other behind her shoulders and she clung to him, fearful that she upset him and of what was coming next. He walked to what would have been her left, where the bike was. Leather straps and chains that hung from the rafters brushed against her bare, sensitive skin as he made his way to the bike. It was darker there, she could smell gasoline and leather as he set her down on the bike.
She looked around, it seemed as though the bike was clamped onto some sort of metal track, it was very sturdy. She realized that she was wearing a thong as her bare ass sat upon the leather seat of the bike as she straightened her back out, her breasts pressing out towards him. She was sore everywhere, but she didn't care. She knew it was for him, her pain. And she wanted more of whatever pleased him. He was right in front of her, he had spread her legs open to him and was pressing his bare cock against her pussy through the fabric of her panties. His fingertips brushing up and down her arms ever so softly. He was smelling her hair, running his face over her cheeks from one side to the other. She didn't move, the only sound coming from her were heavy breaths of lust for him. He ran his hands up her shoulders to her neck and grabbed her, facing her towards him
"I'm going to get something for you...and you will stay here, unfaltering. Do you understand?" He spoke smoothly again, his words were like waves of milk rolling over her body, flawless and soft. She nodded quickly against his hands.
"I wont move, I promise." She spoke in a mousy whisper, watching his every move as he backed away from her and went back to the table that she had been on for god only knew how long. She was still upon the bike, her hands resting softly upon her thighs. She could feel the wetness emanating from between her legs and she so badly wanted to touch herself. Or swing her leg over the bike and grind herself against it. But she refrained once more from doing what she wanted. He hadn't told her to. He was digging beneath the table for a moment before he came back with a pair of black handcuffs.
"Straddle the bike and put your hands on the bars." He directed her quickly, standing next to her with his head up in an authoritative fashion. She started to move and he grabbed her by the waist quickly pulling her up off the bike, pressing his lips against hers. His dick was pressing against her leg and she could already feel him dripping out onto her. He was squeezing her sides with both hands, pressing against the tattoos. She took deep breaths through the kiss as he grabbed her panties at her hips and ripped them off with one faultless movement. She gasped and squeaked at this against his lips and he quickly pulled away, flicking his hand towards the bike.
"Now do it." He said through heavy breaths. She could see his cock was completely erect, her pussy tightened against itself thinking about it being inside her. She did as she was told, swinging her leg over the side and grabbing the handlebars of the bike. Cold metal and rubber pressed against her bare hands, she could feel the metal and glass from the meters against her breasts, clinking quietly as her sensative piercings dangled against it. He moved and straddled the bike behind her, she could feel the heat from his body radiate against her. He bent forward and wrapped his arms around her and she leaned back against him, letting her head fall back against his shoulder. She thought he was cuddling when in fact, he was hand cuffing her to the handlebars. One hand beneath and one hand above the chrome handles. She tried pulling a little, but it seemed as though the handcuffs were cuffed to something else on the bike, she couldn't tell what. It was too dark. He laughed quietly, the breath from his jeering rolling over her neck and left ear.
"Did you think i'd make it easy for you to get out of that, girl? You've been very obedient but I need to make sure you stay in line.."as he spoke he pressed her forward, her breasts pressing against the cold metal. He grabbed her hips and yanked her up before pressing the head of his dick against her clit. He was so hot, the skin was so soft. She closed her eyes and leaned her head down, taking short deep breaths and waiting for him to be inside her. He kept sliding his dick from her pussy to her clit, sometimes all the way back over her ass and then back to her clit. She bit hard down on her bottom lip, the teasing was unbareable. She was throbbing so hard it almost hurt.
"You're so wet, such a good slut....I'm so glad I picked you. I knew you'd be the best.." He leaned forward and let his hand brush across the left side of her face, taking away the hair from in front of her eyes and holding it back as he grabbed onto it and pulled. She yelped and let her head fly backwards and as she did this he pressed himself all the way into her, firmly and slowly. It didn't hurt, she was so wet that he glided in and there was a simultaneous inhale, and then exhale laced with soft moans as they both finally got what they wanted. Her eye brows furrowed and she shut her mouth quickly, he didn't tell her to moan, don't moan. Her hips were rolling back and forth upon him as he stayed buried all the way inside her. She could feel him shaking ever so slightly behind her, and her legs were trembling. He started to move.
With his hands placed gently on her hips he moved slowly out and back in, she could feel the tip of his cock come almost completely out of her before pressing it all the way back in. She could feel him so deep within her. She was throbbing tightly against him, and in turn he was pulsating hard against her walls. She never felt anything so hard and soft at the same time. She wanted him deeper even though it was impossible, she wanted all of him and she wanted to do everything for him. He started moving faster now. Before he had been sitting but now he was standing up, girating his hips forward and back easily. She could feel her breasts start to bounce against the bike with his movement. He reached up and grabed her tits, fully encompassing both of them with his hands and squeezing, harder than she would have imagined. She took a deep breath in, the pain from the piercing, the tattoos and the squeezing made her try to catch her breath and her wet love box got tighter around his dick.
He bent forward again, she could feel his grip on her breasts getting tighter and then releasing. He started fucking her faster now, the juices had been seeping out from them onto the leather seat of the bike, her body slipped effortlessly to and fro over the black material. She could feel his breath against her right ear now. Her head was leaned back against his shoulder, her lips still pressed tightly together as she struggled to stay quiet.
"I'm going to tell you to do something, and when I do, you will do it, is that clear?" He spoke quickly through short, wet breaths and loud moans into her ear. She nodded fervently, ready to do whatever it was that he told her to do. He was ramming himself into her now, fast and hard and the pain from feeling the head of his dick pressing so deep into her pussy sent shivers down her back. He let his hands run up her sides and up her back to grip both shoulders, almost holding her still as he packed himself into her. He was still bent forward slightly, his back arched before he bent all the way forward and placed his hands on the handlebars next to hers.
"Scream for me." It was almost a growl, almost a moan, almost the most beautiful thing she'd ever heard and she did what she was ordered to once again. She let out a loud scream letting her head fall back, her eyes were closed tight and she kept moaning. It was like every moan she wanted to make up until that point came out all at once. She wanted to cum around him so bad, the leather seat was grazing over her clit and she felt like she could climax for hours around him. His moans became more intense. He was standing up straight, one hand on her back pressing her down against the tank and the other one on her left hip, holding her still for him to fuck her how he wanted.
"You will cum for me, Sage...Now!" He yelled and smacked her hard on the ass, the pain, the sound, his words sent her reeling into a sweet world of ecstacy she'd never experienced. She exploded around him, squeezing so tightly that it caught him by surprise and almost caused pain as her pussy wrapped around his cock, milking it, wanting only for their juices to mix together and she was still cumming. Her body shaking against the bike, her ass pressing back against him. He had slowed down just to feel the force of her orgasm. The juices were dripping down his balls now, he was soaked, she was sopping. He bent down and yanked her up off the tank, covering her mouth and began to fuck her hard again. She moaned loudly through his fingers, her hands gripping whatever she could find to hold onto. Her breasts bounced in front of her, her back was arched and he was pressing the back of her head against his shoulder as he still held his hand over her mouth,
With one loud, smooth, gracious moan he came inside her. He pressed so hard into her that she lost the strength to keep herself up with her arms and let her weight fall in his hands, leaning down upon the tank as much as she could. He slowed his movements now. His fluid burst inside her and she was still cumming around him, sucking on his dick with her pussy, wanting to get every last drop of him out just like she did with her mouth. She was breathing hard against his fingers, still moaning, her eyes closed. He took his hand away from her mouth and let her fall to the tank. He stopped moving completely and just let himself stay inside her tight wetness. He kissed the back of her neck, her shoulders, so softly ran a trail of a tongue glide to her ear.
"You're such a good girl, Sage...That was very good..." He was running his fingernails over her shoulders so softly, it felt like she could fall asleep right here, naked on his bike with him inside her.

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"Wake up....wake up...hey, you fell asleep...You were making some odd noises, thought I should wake you up.." She heard soft whispering behind her, a hand rested gently upon her shoulder. She blinked and forced herself to focus on her surroundings. First thing she noticed was the entirely too moist area between her legs. She was in the the library. She quickly sat up and looked around for the voice that had awoken her from her dream. It was him. She shot up from the comfy chair and stood, facing him with total consternation. The lights were dim in the library, but it was definitely him.
"Are you...are you okay?" He asked as she quickly gathered her books into her book bag and scooped it onto her shoulder.
"Yes, yeah...hmmmhmmmm Yeah I'm...i'm good. Thanks for waking me up, have to run!" She spoke quickly and wobbly before she turned and tried not to run down the stairs and out into the night.