Who watches the watchers - part 6

[JackJonesHull]

With senses heightened the briefest draught returned him to his body and from the strained gasp of the touch of heaven. His eyes opened to find her with the same look of ecstatic shock he was sure he also wore. The slightest upturn to her open lips where, at least she could breathe freely.

Her eyes focused on him and noted with alarm the redness in his face, the sweat upon his brow, the pleasure in his eyes. With weakened legs beneath she managed to rise to stagger to his side. The sharpened point of the stilleto collected from the table.

His *** collapsed back a thousand fold. A certainty that she would take his life just as she had taken his liberty to use him as little more than a disposable toy.

She moved around behind him, disappearing from his sight. The coming killing blow would clearly come from behind.

"Well done Mr Burglar!" She murmured quietly.

He felt the gag pulled back tighter into his mouth. It was not a knife but suffocation, an accidental death during consensual sex then.

"I can't get my fingers to work!" She chuckled unaware of the machinations in his mind.

The gag suddenly fell free, the strap cut through rather than unbuckled. It fell onto his lap and then on to the floor. He took the first unobstructed deep breath since his consciousness returned. His vision blurred then blazed as the rush of air drove him more alert.

She leaned down and kissed him softly between his shoulder blades. "Well done indeed!" A purr eased between her lips. "If you can follow all my commands so well I think I shall keep you!"

His head filled with a cacophony of voices, all his own. A chorus explaining the benefits of what she suggested, one sole whisper recommending to run away at the first chance. For the moment he would have to see what occurred. The voices softened and stopped.

"Would you like that perhaps?" The enquiry came requiring a response.
His jaw still aching from the gag he simply nodded.

Truly he could want nothing more than to submit to her. In this moment he felt more alive than the rest of his life had allowed. He nodded again, more definitely.

"Then we shall have you unrestrained!" Her softened voice declared and she passed a key into his free hand to allow the padlock to be unlocked. Kneeling before him she began untying at his left ankle allowing some movement there.




To be continued (if so desired, just say).

[JackJonesHull]

Should I continue?
The choice is not mine.