Red Dragon {mpellegrino}

[FONT="Comic Sans MS"][SIZE="3"][/SIZE]Steve drew himself from his trance and made short work of securing Jenny's legs to the table legs with the same sort of white rope he had restrained her wrists with. Jenny could only lie and listen, pliable in his hands. But as she could not help but start to relax to the gentle throbbing inside her and the sound of the gentle humming. She new Sir was now watching but the fact he was almost made her want to start to writhe and squirm in pleasure. She discovered all to suddenly she was trying to lure him to her. She wanted to feel his hands on her. She strained at the ropes holding her ankles to squeeze her thighs and tried to move them against each other to add to the eggs massaging inside her.

As she begged by her actions she came to realise she wanted to be his like nothing she had ever experienced before. She wasn't quite sure what had happened but here she was, on this table, silently begging this stranger to do unspeakable things to her. What sort of woman was she becoming? Quite honestly, she didn't care. All she knew was she needed something, she needed it unbearably badly and she was prepared to do anything? Yes anything at this moment to ease this torture.

As these thoughts went whirling through her head she momentarily forgot about Sir. She was suddenly brought back to reality as she felt fingers gently circling her nipples through her dress. Her chest was heaving but the touch of Sir was so gentle, maddening almost. What she wanted was to feel his hands treat her roughly, passionately but instead he teased her more. She wanted to tell him she wanted to tell him to fuck her but she couldn't, she needed to tell him to fuck her hard but other than her groans of frustration, nothing came out.

Steve could see her mouthing words as she squirmed, he knew what she wanted. But he knew to, that this was something he wanted to keep for good but he knew he wasn't going to make it easy for her. He picked up and ice cube from an ice bucket set beside the table with a bottle of champagne in it. Gently he maneuvered the ice cube close to Jenny's now erect nipple and then to the sound of the intake of her breath and the jerk her perspiration bathed body he started to work the ice onto her dress over her nipples. First one then the other.

As Steve stood beside her he let his free hand stray to the hem of her red silky dress. Inch buy inch he let his warm hand slid slowly up the inside of her silky thigh. He could feel her muscles tight as she trained to rub her thighs together. The ice melted and there were now two damp cold spots on the bodice of her red dress and there her nipples swelled, Steve could see their wonderful silhouette as he looked down on her. The ice was melting now in his hand. Under the graceful fingers of his other hand he could feel goosebumps on the inside of Jenny's thigh.

Jenny felt cold and hot at the same time. Her nipples now ached and she wanted more than anything to be able to roll them and squeeze them between her fingers. No, between Sir's. She strained at those damned eggs. She felt she wanted to rub herself, needed to. Like an itch she was going crazy needing relief from this... this torture. She would do anything. As she squirmed she felt his hand, so warm in contrast slowly making it's way. "Fuck! Why wasn't he moving faster? Didn't he understand?" But she knew he did, she knew he was absolutely in control of her, her body and her relief from this, this frustration like no other she had ever felt.

At last he let his hand cup her pubic mound, moulding his hand to her. The heel of his hand on hair and his fingers curled down light pressing against her engorged and swollen lips. He could feel her wetness, soaking his hand, smothered through her fine hair. He decided he would attend to that shortly. She was pushing herself up into his hand now trying to feel some pressure from him but kept the touch light.

Then he applied downwards pressure as she pressed up and he felt the gentle vibrations of the eggs. Then he laid the remnants of the ice cube down to melt on the table cloth and slipped his hand in his pocket.

"Click, Click, Click"

She felt so good to feel the pressure of his and against her and she wanted his finger inside her, violating her. In the split moment she imagined herself lewdly opening her thighs and his fingers savagely rubbing her pussy and bringing that much need relief. But then she heard the first click. The eggs didn't stop but increased the intensity of vibration, then again and "OH God" again! In just a second the eggs were now vibrating intensely and hitting off each other with and incredible frequency. Sirs hand pressed down with a calculated pressure and his finger just fell between her sopping wet lips.

Now she felt the heel of his hand pressing down as the eggs vibrated of each other and the just under the heel of his hand it felt. She convulsed as the eggs vibrated inconsistently on what she assumed must be he G-Spot. Then she felt herself lose whatever tatters of self control she had left.[/FONT]