The bench, although it had been there for years, was very straight and very solid. A flat bench, no back - like you find at boardwalks sometimes. Framed 2x4, 6' wide, with 2 metal posts securely cemented into the ground. A silent vigilance at the edge of the forest.
Jack and Precious had sat there many times - sharing deep secrets - looking out over their homestead - dreams held only between the two of them. "One day . . . " . . . they would agree - with a kiss.
This night was different . . . .
A white lace shawl, folded to a perfect 10x10, sat directly in the center of the bench. In times like these, Jack was very meticulious
He had taken to biting his nails again, under certain circumstances - this was one of them - he put his foot up on the bench, and leaned on his knee. . . . The sun was beginning to set. . . . He waited . . .
"Oh my god, I am so sor . . . " - he silenced her with a finger to his lip - they both paused . . . . - Jacks finger slowly swung a half circle to the shawl . . . . Precious did as she was told.
It offered little protection, pointless really, was the point. It covered what it needed to - his.
Her clothes folded squarely, neatly on the bench . . . .she was positioned to his liking - they had done this ritual before . . .
Head down, hands clasped behind, feet together . . ..
This time facing the forest . . . . ??
She began to feel self conscious . . . Exposed . .. raw - she could feel him. . . . He was different.
Precious expected the blindfold and bound wrists - she was always bound and blindfolded . . .what she did not expect was the sudden shove from behind . . .
Pushing her into the woods.
Her head twisted awkwardly, stumbling to keep up - as Jack pulled his prey along, by her hair.
The forest was dense - mostly old yellow pine - a few rickety cedars here and there. The floor had a thick blanket of soft needles - nothing else could grow.
The sun, now set, granted the stage over to a full moon. It was a warm night, the air - strangely bright.
They stopped . . . .
Precious stood still, feet back together, head down - back straight . . . .
catching her breath. . . . .
Silence . . . . Her own breathing was all she could hear . . . In the eerie silence . . . .
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Her mind raced with anticipation .. .
Feet together . . . .
Head down . . . .
Back straight . . . .
Waiting . . . .
. . . . . Like a good girl . . . .
The moments passed . . .
Waiting . . . . . .
Jacks hot breath on her neck startled her -
"You have been a very . . .. very . . . . Bad girl . . . . My love . . . " His words - those words . . . . Whispered close - deep and animalistic - Shot a searing wave through her entire body.
Her trembling returned as she felt the light cover slip off and fall to the ground.
"Spred . . . your . . . legs"
"Wider . . . "
Precious' breasts were hard - always hard for him. . . He was pleased - brushed his fingers lightly over them . . . . So hard . . .
He held himself close as he fumbled with the ropes behind them - un-tying her wrists -
His breath washing over her - hot laboured breath . . . He was trembling too . . .
. . . Her right arm could offer no resistance, As the new rope pulled it up and out . . . Pulled tight . . . and tied off. . . .she stuggled to keep her balance . . . Then the left . . .
A soft plea escaped her lips . .. "ssshhh" Jack warned .. . Fastening ropes to her ankles. . . .
Her naked body - open . . . Spred . . . displayed . . . The moonlight dancing . . .
She was his plaything now . . . Helpless . .. Caught in his web between the trees.
Jack stroked slowly . . . admiring his scene.
He stood close behind her and lightly traced down her arms - her sides . . . .kissed her neck . . . Her shoulders. He pulled her head back and kissed her mouth - hot, wet, passionate.
He made his way around - standing now in front of her - placed himself against her - teasing between her legs - showing her how driven he was . . . How very hard he was . . .
He could do anything he wanted to her - Intensified, when he felt her own heat. He slid his member back and forth . . . Slowly . .. easily . . . . in her wet . . . .
End of part one . . . .
