Chapter Four

Back in her room, I reclined on my elbow as I studied the device. It was tantamount to defusing a bomb but if I didn’t have Sophie soon, I would surely explode. She eagerly licked and sucked my cock as I tried to pull one of the leather straps away from her skin without success. Turning onto my back, I positioned her above me so that her thighs straddled my head and I could get a better look at it from this angle.

A leather strap fit snuggly between the folds of her skin, covering her vagina and anal openings. I groan as her tongue spirals around my hardness. I picked up the instructions and read them. I was chosen, he wrote, for this task as he trusted me with his daughter’s life. I was only to let her out of the belt for bathing or routine bathroom tasks that might arise. These tasks, however, have been assigned a time limit. Should she go over the allotted time, dire consequences will arise. What those are, he doesn’t specify.

I tossed the pages aside to look at the thin leather strap. I try to insert my index finger beneath it, but it will not budge. I stroked the velvety skin of her ass as her moist mouth washed over my cock like mist.

“I don’t understand, my angel. How did he do this to you?”

She lifted her head, taking away the warmth of her mouth. She stroked me as she spoke.

“I had gone to the hospital to have my tonsils removed. When I woke from the surgery I was wearing this, too.”

“Didn’t you refuse?”

“I tried but he threatened me. He threatened to cut off my inheritance if I refused.”

I shook my head as she flicked her tongue across the tip of my shaft. “No amount of currency is worth this, love.”

“It’s not a small amount. It’s in the billions. I felt like I had no choice. You don’t understand how volatile he can be.”

I caressed her thighs. I touched the tip of my tongue to the leather strip over her forbidden cave. A tiny electric shock assaulted my tongue. With a yelp, I recoiled in pain. She turned around from our six nine position and kissed me to ease the burning sensation on my appendage.

“What about your mother?”

“She died when I was five. My father is all I have. I didn’t want to disappoint him, so I just went along with it, hoping that he’d change his mind after he cooled off.”

“What kind of madman would deny their daughter happiness?”

She curled against my shoulder. “There’s so much I want to experience, Blake. So much I want to do but this damn thing is in the way.”

“We’ll have to work around it for now.”

“Then what?”

“I’ll marry you, if need be.”

She giggled. I kissed the crown of her head. I wasn’t kidding. I would marry her if that’s what it took to get the blasted thing off of her. No woman as exquisite as Sophie should go through life never knowing the pleasures of the flesh. I grinned wickedly.

“Isn’t it time for your bath, young lady.”

The most delightful squeal came from her as she hopped off the bed and scampered for the bath. I gathered the keys as she turned on the shower. I set the bathroom timer for fifteen minutes then quickly unlocked the device. I had to stoop to threat the wires through the hoop piercing in her clit. After she was free, I ran my tongue over the bud. Her moan sent shivers down my spine which settled into my cock.

We climbed into the shower. I didn’t want her first time with me to be like this but, at the moment, there was no other alternative. She stopped me before I could enter her.

“He’ll check.”

I frowned. “What?”

“When he gets back, he’ll check to see if I’m still intact.”

 Damn this demented madman! But I will not be deterred. As she feverishly lathered her skin with rose scented gel, I knelt behind her. Gingerly, I inserted my index finger into her tight pussy. She gasped. Standing, I keep my finger in place and bend her at the waist. I glanced at the timer. There wasn’t much time left. I quickly rested my shaft on the shelf my finger provided. The tip of my cock rested against her opening, but my finger prevented further penetration.

I slid my free hand beneath her hips to hold her upright. Her pussy was so tight that my slender index finger was a tight squeeze. I trembled as I imagined my cock sliding into the exact same space. Suddenly, her pussy yielded and her essence flowed around my finger. Unable to avoid temptation, I pull out my finger and lick it clean.

“Don’t stop,” she whined.

“We must, my angel. Any more and I will deflower you on the spot.”

Pouting, she righted herself and quickly rinsed off as the jarring digital timer sounded. Quickly, we emerged from the stall. She dried her chocolate skin as I harnessed the belt around her hips. I thread the wires through the hoop that pierced her clit. I tried to distinguish where the sensor was located.

“What happens when it’s not connected right away?”

“I don’t know. He always times me.”

“Does he put it back on himself?”

She shakes her head. “He usually gets one of the female servants to do it as he watches.”

I baulked as I rose to my feet. “I’m sure he’s gone out of town before…”

“He has. Normally, he just gets the servants to watch me. This is the first time that he’s let a man do it.”

This information piqued my curiosity. Why? Before I could ponder it anymore, she wrapped her arms around my waist and laid her cheek against my chest. Her scent entered my nostrils as I wrapped my arms around her. She shivered in my arms but I had to release her. Being this close to my angel and not being able to have her was like gazing at the milky way and reaching out to touch it, impossible.

“We shall dress,” I tell her. “Then have breakfast. Later, if you’re up for it, I’d like to conduct and experiment.”

Her smile melted my heart. “I’m down for anything you want to do to me.”

I cup her cheek. “Don’t say things you might regret, angel.”

She brushes her lips against mine before turning to go into her walk in closet.

“I never do.”

Chapter Five

We decided to go out for breakfast and dined in a quaint café near her home. After a meal of spinach quiche and eggs benedict, we took a jaunt into the Nation’s capital to browse a few art museums. My Sophie told me that she was an art history major at the University of Maryland, poised to graduate, magna cum laude, in the spring. Her goal was to open her own gallery but first, she’d like to take time out to travel the world. That is, if her father will let her.

I wished that I had a tape recorder to capture her insightful, poetic view of the art work we came across. Not only is she beautiful, but she’s intelligent as well. I found myself becoming quite taken with fair Sophie and more determined than ever to free her from the confines of the belt.

She held my arm as we strolled to the Metro station. And my hand as we sprinted for the subway car. As we roded to our destination to fetch my car, I seized the opportunity to taking her appearance. She wore a black cap atop her head. Her long black hair curled around the collar of her gray coat. Her bangs framed her expressive, dark eyes. Beneath the coat, she wore a black sweater dress, argyle tights, knee high boots. I couldn’t resist the temptation to take her mouth and did so while she leaned against the metal pole of the empty car.

“You’re such a good kisser,” she sighed.

“That’s not all I’m good at.”

She giggled as the train ambled into the station. When no one got on our car, I pulled her to me and seized her mouth. I lifted the hem of her dress beneath her coat as I tore her stockings at the crotch. She squealed as I stroked her clit through her panties. The cotton fabric provided a barrier to the volt of electricity, however I worried it was hurting her. She shook her head to my inquiry.

“I don’t feel a shock but that would explain why others have recoiled when they touch me there. I thought it was just from seeing the belt.”

“Can you feel my finger?”

“Yes, but not the way I’d like.”

I explored her the best I can, but with so many barriers, I found myself becoming frustrated. With a quick glance around the still empty car, I pulled out my cock and touched my tip to the area where my finger had caressed. I pulled her closer to stroke her pussy with the top of my hard cock.

“Can you feel me?”

She nodded. “I felt more pressure with your finger but I like how you feel.”

“Cross your legs at the ankles.”

She followed my instructions and gasps. “Oh…my…”

I gripped the pole behind her head with one hand, her ass with the other as I rapidly propelled my cock against her. She held on to my waist. Her breath was moist on the front of my neck. I tookher sweet mouth, imagine that my rod was inside her. Her hands tightened around my waist as her back arched into me. She began to move her hips in time to my thrust, but I held them in place.

“That’s right, my angel,” I whispered into her ear. “Cum for me.”

Her body trembled as her climax floats out of her. Her cries echoed against the walls of the empty car. Her eyes filled with tears as I kissed her forehead while putting my cock, with great difficulty, back into my pants. I gathered her in my arms.

“Was that part of the experiment,” she asks.

“It was one of many to come, my angel.”

She closes her eyes briefly as the train pulls into our station.

“I can’t wait to see what else you come up with.”

I kiss her madly as we exit. “Neither can I.”