The vision of Bella on her knees, frustrated and horny, begging me to just let her come nearly makesme spill my load, and I decide that I will definitely do that, if it's only for one day. I always lovebeing the reason for why she's writhing and moaning, but taking our play time a step farther into reallyexerting control over her and not just aiming for her pleasure with a kinky background is a whole newturn-on for me. I don't know if she'll like it, but I have to try at least once.But right now I have to fuck her, and make her come screaming on my cock, and that's exactly whatI'm about to do.Bella moans loudly as I push into her, savoring the sensation of her hot, wet cunt around me. I'mforcing her to stand on her tip toes, so she's tighter than usual, making this even more fun for me. Ikeep my hand clapped over her mouth while I start fucking her, deep and fast enough to slam herthighs and hips into the table, my other hand digging into her waist to keep her stab

strain on her spine as she has to keep her back straight to avoid putting too much pressure onto herwrists and neck inside the padded wooden frame, but the whole setup isn't designed for her comfort.Not even for mine, I dryly admit to myself, as I will have to bend my knees so I can fuck her mouth,and I might have to actually get onto the bench if I want to stick my dick into another part of her, butthat's equally not the point. If we wanted comfort, we'd be lying side by side in our bed, after all.I check the rise and fall of her chest again, and decide that I've given her enough time to calm downand get accustomed to the awkward position I'm forcing her to assume. Her eyes are closed and sheseems to be murmuring something under her breath, probably telling herself to stay composed.I slowly make my way around her once to check again that she can't jerk in the restraints and injureherself, before I stop and crouch down next to her face so that we're on eye level. She

Before long I feel my need to come grow stronger, though taking her like this is nice, and I'm sure Icould keep it up for a longer while. Still, I'm a little concerned with the strain I'm putting on her. Afterall, I want her to enjoy herself, even when I force things like the nipple clamps on her that shewouldn't have asked for. So I decide to change my own rules – after all, it's my call to do with her asI please.Bella groans when I pull out of her completely, but I ignore her protest and reach for the ropes tountie her legs. Even after the restraints are gone she remains in the same position, and I see hertremble more strongly than before.A hurt filled gasp, which has nothing to do with the kind of pain I want her to feel, escapes her when Igrab her hips and force her legs together. The grimace is gone from her face after the moment her backneeds to straighten, and she remains kneeling like that on the bench without moving further. Her ass iseven higher in the

and my left hip is acting up a little. I also feel like my left arm might be sore tomorrow, the flogger bedamned. I usually complain that my weird working schedule keeps us from playing more often, but Ithink that would likely end with one or both of us in dire need of physical therapy before long. AndI'm only twenty-four, I have no idea how I'll survive doing this when I'm forty. Maybe I should havegone for orthopedic surgery instead of trauma after all.I feel my mood lifting slightly as the vibe of the club draws me in. The beat of the music is calling tome, slowly chasing away the bad thoughts with the allure of rhythm and dancing. Even though she hasa history of clumsy accidents, Bella loves to dance, and who am I to deny her the chance to wriggleher ass against my crotch for extended amounts of time? We even went to a salsa dancing course thissummer, a rather funny and very rewarding experience, although our instructors were less thanamused by our constant qui

orders. Because now the three of us share the confidence of a tree mold Bella and I get some avocadoand mango quesadillas, and Jazz gets his with ham and sour cream. Alice seems pacified enough andmore than happy to fill the heavy silence with not exactly amusing tales of how her assistant nearlyruined her latest clothing line.By the time the order arrives I'm in dire need of a divine intervention or some booze, preferably both,and Bella doesn't look too happy, either. The food at least is holding up to expectations, even thoughthe company is somewhat lacking.We're halfway through the quesadillas when Alice gets up, immediately grumpy when Bella doesn'tinstantly surge to her feet to follow.“Alice, I really don't have to go to the bathroom ...”“Come on, girl-talk time!”Apparently all women belong to a secret society so evasion is impossible, and after a last, somewhatpanicked look at me, Bella joins Alice, and they leave Jazz and me behind to guard the food, or