Ingredients 0.5 cup white sugar 0.25 cup water 2 fluid ounces 100-proof bourbon whiskey 1 fluid ounce freshly squeezed lemon juice 4 drops orange bitters, or more to taste – IrishLIZA
She sat on the edge of the couch.
Danger was near. She sensed it. That feeling you get in the pit of your stomach that says, "RUN!!"
But she didn't. Not now, not yet.
He stood before her. "What would you like?"
It wasn't a question of food or beverage. He was looking deeply into her eyes.
"I..... i....i... I don't know," she stammered.
She would like...... oh so many things.
He had been taunting her all evening. Hands brushing across her breasts to undo her seatbelt. Fingers slipping across her thighs to take her hand and lead her out onto the patio. Hands on her hips just a little too low. No wonder she was flustered!
"Sir, I think maybe I should go," she said with feigned determination.
"Should you?"
He motioned to his driver.
"Yes, I mean no. I mean, no. Please. I don't want to leave." She was embarrassed and looked at the ground. His finger crooked under her chin. "Child, stay if you wish or leave for your own safety."
Safety? What had she gotten herself into? It didn't matter. The only thing was that she wanted more; needed more.
"Como quieras, quiero," she said softly.
He took her hand and led her to the backyard. The lake shimmered in the moonlight and the trees were lit by a thousand rays.
"Closer, please." This was no command, it was an invitation. She followed, keeping her head down. She was excited and ashamed and exhilarated all at the same time.
He pressed something cold into the palm of her hand. She rolled it in her fingers and knew what it was. She couldn't! She wouldn't! ..... she would.
He added the lube to her hands and she knew. He was not doing what he wanted, he was forcing her to do what SHE wanted.
Had she had panties they would have been laid aside by now. But she didn't..... and she wanted .... and she did.
The item was a plug and she coated it with the lube in the faithless hope that it would help ease the intensity. She moved sideways so as to not show him her discomfort and simultaneous arousal.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned against the pressure of the invasion. Her body tensed and relaxed accepting the intrusion. That feeling of penetration and fullness flooded her body. All thought left her.
"Baby girl, don't leave me." He whispered in her ear pressing the length of his body against hers. She squirmed against him. The pressure in her ass heightening as his hardness pressed against her.
The force of his body pressed her against the trees and he slowly unzipped her dress. She was hugging the oak that stood before her. Letting the shoulder straps slip from her frame. She hugged all the harder feeling the bark on her soft skin.
The skirts fell around her feet and she quickly kicked them away.
"There is more for you, my sweet," he spoke to her in a slightly more sinister manner. He pulled her arms apart and began attaching rope to her wrists, secured by carabiners in the trunk of the tree.
Her breasts scraped against the abrasions of the tree bark. Her ass clenched in shame. With one swift stroke of the knife, her panties were gone.
"Oh damn!" what had she gotten herself into?!?!
His hand stroked her back and she felt reassured; until he reached down and smackedher tender ass.
"Noooo!" she cried. The pain and pressure of the plug intensified exponentially. Did she know she was an anal virgin?
"No, my sweet?" he asked menacingly "No, what?"
The entire front of her body was being pressed and scraped against the tree.
The full moon lit the lake in front of them like a candle in a mirror.
The lake!! It drew her eyes and made her forget, just for moment, that she was in discomfort and aroused. Yes, she was aroused. She felt herself melting into her pussy with juices flowing.
SMACK
Harder this time. Right against her ass, pressing the plug deeper inside her. Again and again he tortured her. Or so she thought.....
whirrrrrr
It was unmistakable. That sound....
She tensed against the tree, breasts aching with the abrasions. She squeezed the tree tighter fearing what was to come next. She knew. She didn't want it. She wanted it. She needed it. But NO!!!!
But Oh My God, YES!!!!!!
He came up behind her and pressed his leg between hers. He pushed them apart and breathed into her ear. "Now, my sweet, you will wish you had left." With that he spread her legs further apart. The vibrator move against her thighs threateningly. Slowly, methodically, he moved it closer to her pussy.
"DON'T cum!" he commanded as the vibrations hit her clit. Over and over the waves of frustration plagued her.
"PLEASE!" She begged.
"No," he responded, whispering in her ear, pressing harder against her clit and moving it back against her pussy. Over and over again he tormented her.
"PLEASE!" she begged once again.
With that he withdrew his tormentor against the tormented. He unhooked her restraints and guided her to the fire pit.
There she collapsed on the ground between his legs.
The moon shone so brightly she could see and feel the erection pressing against his slacks.
He wrapped a blanket around her and let her rest her head on his leg. He stroked her hair and smiled down at her.
How did he know she wondered? How did he know that the denial of her orgasm was as heady as the orgasm itself?
Sweet and sour.