Published on December 15, 2010

Where Sophie finds a will, Blake will find a way...

Chapter Six

After dinner, we retired to the study in the pretense of watching movies. In actuality, it was time to start the research. As Sophie stripped off her green sweat shirt and pants, I ran through the house, collecting the supplies that I’d need to conduct a proper experiment; timer, cell phones, keys. Upon my return, she was standing gloriously naked in front of the fireplace. I deposited the items on the sofa, closed and locked the door behind me, then, pulled her into my arms for a soft kiss.

“Where do we start,” she asks.

“First, we need to see what happens when the belt if off for longer than fifteen minutes.” I pause. “But, I don’t want you harmed.”

“It’s ok,” she reassures me. “I can handle it.”

I seize the key, drop to my knees and unlock the belt. I set the timer for fifteen minutes while she turns the television to a movie channel. I pull her onto my lap. She spreads her legs as I explore her clit with my finger. Her tiny bud stiffens beneath my fingertip. I pull on the hoop that pierces her clit, twisting it as she writhes in my lap. She moans.

“Now that I can feel.”

“Does it hurt?”

“No. It feels amazing.”

I push the hoop back and forth as her back arches. Her nipple brushes against my bottom lip. I oblige her by pulling the pebble into my mouth to suck on. My fingers float down to trace her opening. Her wet pussy is driving me mad. It takes all the control that I possess not to throw her on the floor and have my way with her.

Instead, I reach around her for the tray of fruit and vegetables that sits on the coffee table. Selecting a ripe strawberry, I tickle the tip of the red berry against her virgin opening, then, take a bite. Juice squirts down my chin but her juices are sweeter than that of the berry. She leans close to lick the essence from my chin, then captures my mouth in a kiss.

“Can I try?”

I polish off the rest of the berry, find a black grape and insert it into her pussy. I twirl it around in her essence, then hold it to her lips. She greedily pulls the whole pod in her mouth and eats it with a moan. My cock strains against the zipper of my pants. I unbutton them and unzip them half way to give it come room. She traces the outline of my dick through the material.

“Take it out,” she begs.

I shake my head. “Not yet, my angel.”

The timer buzzes as I select another strawberry from the tray. She giggles as I insert it into her pussy and leave it there. I hold it in place as I tease her anal cavity with the finger on my free hand.

“I’ve always wanted to…” she stops and blushes as I kiss her shoulder.

“What?”

“Once, at the club, I watched you fuck this chick in her ass and I…”

Her voice trails off as she arches her back in ecstasy. I rub the strawberry against her clit as she trembles in my arms. I bring the berry to my lips and bite off the tip before I feed her the rest.

“We can do that and more, my angel. Once we get this damn thing off of you.”

Suddenly, her face contorts in pain. She points to her piercing. When I touch it, my fingertip is met with an electric shock. She climbs off my lap as I grab the belt an immediately put it back on her. Her eyes swell with tears as I gather her into my arms.

She sighs. “It’s hopeless…”

I stroke her back. “It’s not, dear Sophie.”

With haste, I free her once more from the belt. I set the timer and laid her back on the sofa. I caress her delicate bud with the tip of my tongue. She tasted of strawberries. Her moan causes cum to leak from my cock but I remain fully clothed. My Sophie spread her legs wide for me so that I could lap the juices that flowed from her pussy but as soon as the timer sounded, I was forced to imprison her in the belt.

“This fucking sucks,” she exclaims as she pounded her fist against the cushion of the sofa.

“Don’t fret my angel. We will soon find a solution.”

Chapter Seven

We spent the rest of the week testing the limits of the belt. Each time we went over the fifteen minutes, my Sophie’s clit was jolted with an electric shock. For fear of her safety, we had to abandon these experiments. On Thursday, I went to work while my Sophie went to class. Upon my return to the mansion, late that evening, she immediately flung herself into my arms and kissed me with such passion that I almost climaxed in my pants. Over dinner of lamb curry, she inquires of my plans for the evening.

“You,” I reply as I kiss her hand. “Are my plans.”

She giggles. “You must be…backed up.”

I shrug. She studies me. I am indeed “backed-up”. However, I’d rather be in her pussy than anyone else. Since this is not an option at the moment, I must endure this until she is free of her belt.

“Your father did ask me to check on his club when he called this morning.”

She smiles wickedly. “Let’s go.”

I shake my head. “I will go. You will do your homework.”

She pouts. “I want to go with you.”

“No.”

“If I can’t fuck you, yet. I’d at least like to watch. You don’t need to suffer because of me.”

I look into her beautiful face. Who am I to deny this angel of her desires? An hour later, we pull up in front of the club. The valet accepts my car with a nod. I curl my arm around her waist as we walk into the establishment. After giving the door attendant my password, he holds the door open for us.

We take an immediate left into the changing room. After I take off my coat, she pulls my sweater over my head. I take off my shoes as she unbuttons the fly of my jeans and pushes them off my hips. She massages my shaft as I fold my clothes to place into my locker. I am stiff as I slide my arms into the plush, black robe and my feet into the slippers. She bends at the waist and licks my tip.

“This trip,” I say as I stroke her hair. “Will be futile if you keep doing that.”

“Sorry,” she says as she stands.

I look around, then, kiss her quickly. “Besides, what if someone tells your father.”

“Oh, fuck him! This is his fault anyway.”

I chuckle as she takes my hand and leads me into the main area. The club is full for a Thursday. Many patrons are viewing the game of the local football team while the females service them. I grab a handful of condoms from the basket by the door and stuff them into my pocket.

“So, what kind of girl do you like,” she asks me as she leans into my chest. “And don’t say me.”

I kiss her nose. “But that’s the truth, angel.”

She shakes her head. “I’m serious, Blake. I want you to have fun tonight.”

I sigh as I take in my Sophie’s appearance. She’s changed from her casual outfit into a black and white strapless corset, black skinny jeans and high heeled boots. I’m more aroused by her than any of the nude women in the room.

“You chose,” I tell her.

Wrinkling her nose, she looks around. “Her.”

She points to a beautiful woman standing near the bar, enjoying a cocktail. Her long, brown hair hung to her waist. Her tawny hued skin was flawless. Her full breasts were capped with pink nipples. She smiles as Sophie and I approach. I marvel at Sophie’s taste. I didn’t expect her to pick someone so attractive or one that I’ve had prior dealings with.

“Sophie!” she exclaims as she hugs my angel. “Blake.”

“Evie,” I nod.

Evie’s hazel eyes light up as she unties my sash and strokes my rigid cock as Sophie watches.

“What are ya’ll doing here? Together?”

Sophie leans close to her. “You know about my situation?”

Evie nods sympathetically. “Your dad’s a jack ass. He means well, but…”

Sophie rolls her eyes. “I know. Anyway, Blake’s been trying to help me but as you can see,” she cups my sac as Evie continues to stroke my cock. “His balls are blue and that’s not good.”

“No, it’s not.”

“I was wondering if you could…”

Evie holds up her free hand. “Say no more. I’m glad to help.”

Before Evie can wrap her mouth around the head of my shaft, I stop her. I back away and retie my sash.

“Not here,” I say.

I motion for them to follow me. Giggling, they clasp hands and follow me up the spiral staircase that leads to the private suites. Remembering the keys to Sophie’s belt are still in my pants pocket, I stop and excuse myself to retrieve it, along with my phone that has a built in timer. They smile at me as I wrap an arm around each of their waists and lead them up to my empty suite.

Each officer of the club has their own private room. I haven’t used mine in ages. After unlocking the door, I step to the side so the women can enter first. A king sized bed draped in black velvet linen sat in the center of the tiny room. A nightstand, a lamp and a soft, black armchair were the only other furnishings.

Sophie sits in the chair while Evie sits on the edge of the bed. I close the door and wait for the automatic lock to click into place before I take off my robe and hang it on the back of the door. Sophie grins madly as I kiss her before I make my way to Evie.

Chapter Eight

Evie licks the underside of my cock from my base to my tip. I inhale sharply as she spirals her tongue around my head, then, encloses her lips around it. Evie is an expert at sucking cock, which is why I employ her services quite frequently. The mattress beside her shifts as Sophie abandons her chair to sit beside Evie.

“I can’t see over there,” Sophie complains.

She leans against Evie’s shoulder as she watches Evie trace the veins of my cock with the tip of her tongue. I reach for Sophie’s hand and hold it as Evie flicks the flat part of her appendage over the tip of my cock.

“Want some?” Evie asks Sophie.

My angel nods. Evie curls her fingers around the base of my cock as Sophie swathes it with her moist mouth. I groan as Evie squeezes the base of my shaft while Sophie massages my sac. My balls clench with the need to release but I hold it back. Still,pre-cum leaks from the tip. Sophie licks most of it before allowing Evie to collect the rest on the tip of her tongue.

“Isn’t he delicious,” Sophie sighs.

Evie nods as she traces one side of my cock with her tongue, while Sophie traces the other. Not wanting to waste another drop, I back away from the two cherubs and roll a condom over my erection. I spin Evie around and ram my cock into her anal opening. Her breath snags as I push my erection all the way in. I pull Evie’s hair as I fuck her hard, not giving the poor girl a chance to breathe.

Fascinated, Sophie takes off her boots and curls her legs beneath her as she watches. I can tell that she would rather be wrapped around my cock and, in due time, she will be. She climbs on to her knees and captures my mouth in a hard kiss. I pull her tongue into my mouth to suckle while Evie climaxes over my repeated assault on her ass. My sac again clenches. This time, I decided to let it go so that I can concentrate on pleasing my angel.

With a groan, I cum in Evie’s ass. When I pull out, she collapses on the bed as I go into the on-suite bath to dispose of the condom. Upon my return, I roll a fresh condom over my cock. Surely, they didn’t think I was finished. I hook each of Evie’s knees over my elbows and plummet into her wet, pussy. She sighs, moans. With trembling fingers, Sophie reaches between Evie’s legs and touches the base of my shaft. I pull it out so that she can feel the length of my hardness, then plunge back into Evie’s pussy.

“Sophie,” I say. “Be a dear and take your clothes off.”

She jumps up from the bed and strips off her clothing. I remove my cock from Evie’s pussy and retrieve the keys to Sophie’s belt. Evie helps me free Sophie from the contraption. I set the timer before I lay on my back. Evie climbs onto my stiff cock as we position my angel between us.

Sophie straddles my torso, half sitting on Evie’s lap. I insert my middle finger into Sophie’s tight pussy as Evie fondles my angel’s clit. Sophie arches her back as I finger fuck her to the rhythm of my thrusts in Evie’s canal. I watch Evie’s tease the tiny pink bud of Sophie’s clit. I long to taste it, but there isn’t enough time.

“Blake…” Sophie calls as she grips my wrist.

Her pussy tightens around my finger. Her essence flows around my knuckle as she cums. I grip her hips as I thrust hard into Evie. I ejaculate as the timer buzzes. We have to stop to strap the belt back around Sophie’s hips. She pouts in frustration. I pull her into my arms while she strokes my cock.

“God,” she exclaims. “I want to ride you so bad.”

“I know, my angel. Soon.”

Evie massages Sophie’s back, then, glances at her watch.

“I’m sorry, ya’ll. I got to go.”

Sophie releases me to hug her. “Thank you.”

“Tell you father I said he’s a jack ass.”

She kisses me as I escort her to the door. Once alone, I pick up the keys and release Sophie from her belt. I lay her on her back and rub the tip of my cock against her opening. She moans and grips my forearms. Her actions almost cause me to lose control and penetrate her. I move my cock up and stroke her clit with it.

“Blake. You have to fuck me.”

“No, my angel. Not yet.”

“Please…”

I steer my cock to her opening. Her wetness makes it hard for me to concentrate. When she arches her hips into mine, I have to yank my cock away before it breaks her seal.

“Sophie…”

She whimpers. I lay on top of her and kiss her neck while I rub the underside of my cock against her pubis. She grips my ass, arches her back into me. I sweep her mouth with mine, imagining that I’m inside of her. She cums in my arms. When the timer sounds, I move to retrieve the belt, but she stops me.

“Don’t stop.”

“But, Sophie…”

She shakes her head. A tear escapes the corner of her eye and runs down her cheek.

“I don’t care. Just don’t stop.”

One of us had to be the voice of reason and, unfortunately, it would have to be me. I kiss her forehead and pick up the belt. She begins to cry as I fasten the belt around her hips.
“I’m sorry, my angel,” I say as I gather her into my arms. “When we finally make love, I want you to be able to feel me. I don’t want your clit to go numb from the electric shocks.”

“I know,” she sniffs. “I just wish there was some way…”

“So do I.”

Chapter Nine

On Sunday, I recline naked in Sophie’s bed, reading the op/ed section of the newspaper as she naps against my chest. We have abandoned all physical contact for now, save cuddling, as the inability to penetrate her became too great for either of us to handle. I stroke her smooth back. A sharp knock rattles the door. Before I can move to answer it, it is opened and in walks her father, Wesley.

We sit up with the look of shock etched on our faces. He wasn’t due back home for another two weeks. Luckily, the bed linens concealed our nakedness, and Sophie’s hand on my cock. He looks annoyed as he studies us before inhaling sharply.

“Dad. What are you doing home so early?”

“I wrapped up business early. However, I’m not the one who needs to explain myself.”

“Sir, I…”

She places her hand on my shoulder. “Dad. I’m an adult, now. I can do what I please.”

The look of anger that flashed across his face caused even I to cower in fear for my life. Momentarily. I quickly gather my wits and rise from the bed.

“Sir. If we could converse about this like men…”

“We will. Once you put your damn clothes on.” He turns to his daughter. “And you, come with me.”

He crosses the room toward the bath. It is then that I notice the female attendant behind him. They wait at the doorway, while Sophie puts on her robe and wraps her arms around her waist. She looks at me before her father grabs her elbow, pulls her inside and closes the door.

As I had planned to not wear clothing for the rest of the day, I had to go across the mansion to my room for them. I fling on a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. I am tying my shoes when the butler appears to collect me. I feel like a man on death row as he lead me to Wesley’s office.

He motions for the butler to close the door behind me as I take a seat in the leather chair opposite his desk. He silently lights his cigar. I decline when he offers me one. He sits back in his chair. I clear my throat.

“Mr. Arnold. Sophie is a woman now. And as such, I believe it is time to release her from the belt.”

He sighs. “I knew this day would come and I’d be lying if I said that I was prepared for it.”

He opens his briefcase and pulls out a folder. He tosses it across the desk at me.

“Do you want to know why I came back early,” he asks rhetorically. He points at the folder. “When I am gone, I program the belt to tell me whenever she is taken out of it. One hundred and eighty-two. That’s how many times you took the belt off of her in a one week span. No one needs to bathe or pee that much.”

I swallow. “Nonetheless, I care about Sophie very much and will do what I must to free her from that contraption.”

He stands from his seat. “I know that you do care because you never penetrated her, thought I’m sure you wanted to.”

He reaches into his desk. I fear that he is retrieving a gun, instead, he pulls out the television remote and aims it at the small screen. A white and gray security image of myself and Sophie stares back at me. I gasp, unaware but should have known, that camera’s would be present in her chambers.

I am shown, releasing Sophie from her belt, setting the timer and pleasing her with my tongue. Luckily, there is no audio so that he could not hear his daughter beg me to fuck her, though, I suspect that had been recorded on a separate device. When the timer flashes, I reluctantly put the belt back on her. Wesley turns off the television.

“A lesser man would have taken her without regard to the consequences,” he says. “even your touch is gentle with her. Now like you are with the other women at the club.”

“Sir, I…”

He holds up his hands to halt my words. “This is why I chose you for this job. I respect you, Blake. I always have.”

I am too dumbfounded to say anything more. I wait for him to continue.

“I received a letter that Sophie will be graduating early. Instead of the spring, she will graduate at the end of this semester in four weeks. On Monday, they will begin a one week winter break. I must go back to Japan, but I will return to watch her graduate. Until then,” he pulls out an envelope and hands it to me. My heart races. “Those are keys and directions to my cabin in the Poconos.”

I look up at him. “What about her belt? The piercing?”

“I will disarm it, then, you can use simple wire cutters to free her of it.”

I stand and shake his hand. Smiling, he pats me on the back.

“Thank you, sir.”

“You should get going,” he says with a wink. “I hear it’s going to snow.”

Turning on my heels, I can barely control my excitement as I race through the house to her room. My angel sits at her vanity brushing her hair when I enter. She turns to me with a question in her eyes. Silently, I cross the room, seize her in my arms and kiss her passionately.

“Blake…What…”

I cover her lips with my index finger. “Back a bag, dear Sophie. We are going on a trip.”