Gentle Reader; this is a different kind of love story. It is about two people; two very special people, who in a very unorthodox way find the person that makes them whole. Make no mistake about it; what they have is an intense and devoted love. Enjoy.
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She heard the garage door opening. Mouse set his cup of coffee on the table and quickly made her way to the bedroom. She set her glasses on the night stand and lifted the thin cotton dress over her head. Folding it neatly, she placed it on the dresser. Mouse pulled back the bed covers and lay naked in the middle. She had obeyed his request.
Nate laid the newspaper on the edge of the table and sat in his chair. He saw the steam rising as he picked up his cup and took a small sip. Mouse must have set it on the table only moments before he walked in. He opened the paper and began reading as he relaxed and sipped his coffee.
Mouse lay patiently on the bed and listened. She'd heard the scrape of the kitchen chair on the tile floor and the rustle of his paper. She smiled; imagining him concentrating on his paper as he enjoyed his coffee after a hard night at work loading the delivery trucks.
She heard the water run in the kitchen. He was rinsing his cup. It wouldn't be long now. Just the thought of him coming into the room made her tingle. Her fingers slowly moved over her breast, feeling the nipple already elongated and hard. She ran her hands along the top of the mattress until she felt them. Gripping a rope in each hand, she held them out to each side.
Nate removed his shoes and quietly walked down the hall to their bedroom doorway. He saw her lying naked in the middle of the bed holding onto the ropes secured to the bed posts. She'd done as he asked, but he already knew she would. She never denied his request.
He stood in the bedroom doorway and gazed at her petite frame. The scar on her thigh was very noticeable. There was also one on her head hidden by the soft, light brown hair. Nate still couldn't understand how someone could tie up this beautiful woman and beat her unconscious. She now walked with a limp and was legally blind because of it. Her beautiful green eyes could see only if she wore those powerful glasses now resting on the night stand.
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Nate's mind wandered back to about a year and a half ago when he was talking to the three other guys who loaded the Pepsi delivery trucks with him. He let it slip that he was lonely and wished he could find a wife.
They'd laughed. "Lots of luck Nate. You're better off paying a woman to love you."
He understood their laughter. His looks alone stopped any chance of meeting a woman. Something they said though sounded interesting. He searched on the internet.
He found it on a BDSM site. He read everything he could find and started asking questions in the chat rooms.
One day he got a private message asking if he was interested in buying an older female. They'd exchanged email for the next couple of weeks including pictures of the woman before Nate agreed to a price subject to passing visual inspection. He withdrew the requested amount in cash and drove to a remote site in Arizona.
The minute he touched Mouse, he knew they were meant to be together.
The agreement included her birth certificate. 'Marsha Smith' didn't sound real, but the certificate bore the stamp of a county clerk. He drove across the Nevada border and bought her a new dress at Wal-Mart. They were married in one of the wedding chapels that dotted Las Vegas.
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She suddenly smelled his scent. Mouse lifted her head off the pillow and sniffed the air. She couldn't see him, but knew he was close. He didn't wear cologne or after shave; it was his own unique musk. She was positive she could find him in a crowd just from his scent; that was how much she loved it.
The hardwood floor hadn't creaked, so he had to be standing in the doorway watching her. She started to squirm to get his attention. Mouse became frustrated. She held up the leather restraints and shook them.
"Nate! Please Honey."
He'd walked into the room and secured the lamb's wool padded leather cuffs to her wrists, and then her ankles. He never pulled the ropes taunt. They were there to increase her pleasure, not hurt her. She couldn't touch another part of her body. It was the same with her legs. She could move them, but she was always open to his view.
She heard the hiss of the aerosol followed by the smell of lavender. He'd added something new to the game.
"No fair; now I can't smell you."
Mouse heard him chuckle as he walked away from the bed.
Mouse felt safe with Nate, but it excited her to know she was at his mercy. She trembled; the goose bumps ran down her arms. She turned to the right, seeing a slight flicker of light. Nate had lit one of the candles. She'd heard a noise. It was muted, but she'd definitely heard it. There was a spot on the floor that would always creak loudly when you stepped on it. He'd placed the braided rug over it so the noise was almost unnoticeable. Her anxiety increased. She listened carefully; the lavender scent made trying to smell useless.
Mouse screamed and began squirming. Nate ran a feather down her side from her arm pit to her hip. He brought it up again, taking his time, watching her struggle to avoid its touch.
She scrunched her neck as the feather traveled upward to tickle her ear. She felt it move down her neck and across her shoulder; then up her throat to follow the graceful line of her jaw as he methodically teased her.
Nate lightly brushed the feather on her cheeks and across her upper lip watching as she wrinkled her nose.
She felt his lips touch the end of her nose, then each eye. Mouse grinned making her dimples show.
"Thank you Honey. You're not too tired from work, are you?"
"I'm fine babe."
Mouse felt the soft feather swirl randomly over one breast and then the other.
She gasped and arched her back as his tongue repeated the feather's movements.
He watched her chest rapidly rise and fall as she searched for his mouth. When she relaxed, he opened his mouth and engulfed as much of her breast as he could. He sucked hard and raised his head, making her breast stretch from her body until it popped out of his mouth. Nate remained quiet and waited a minute before attacking the other one.
Her toes began to curl as the feather played over the sensitive spot behind her knee. Nate twirled the feather over the top of her right foot. It brushed between her curled toes like dental floss making her wiggle them as her laughter filled the air.
She thrashed her restrained leg wildly as he dragged his fingernails across the bottom of her foot.
She held her breath and her leg trembled as the feather slowly traced a random line from her instep up the inside of her leg.
"Lift up, you're starting to leak."
Mouse raised her hips and felt him slide a big bath towel under her butt. Her juices were beginning to trickle down the crack of her butt. She parted her legs, waiting... anticipating where Nate would tease her next.
The feather began slowly moving up the inside of her thigh as his hand caressed the smooth, round cheek of her butt.
Nate's fingers parted her aroused lower lips; tenderly moving from bottom to top.
Mouse held her breath as she heard the bed springs crinkle from added weight.
"Ahhh." She moaned as her hips thrust forward trying to capture his invading tongue. Her feet dangled from the restraints; her thighs tight and trembling, waiting to thrust again. Mouse shivered as she felt the cool breeze he blew over her wet sex.
Her muscles relaxed as her hips lowered back to the mattress. She could almost feel his gaze burning into her open junction.
Mouse's heart was racing. She knew he was toying with her; waiting and watching for the right moment.
She tensed. He'd moved slightly. Mouse cocked her head and listened. She felt movement again.
His lips sucked in her clit as his two fingers slipped into her wet opening. His tongue lashed the engorged nub.
"Ohhhhh." Mouse's hips bucked as her orgasm built.
He stopped and watched her frustrated body thrash around in search of release. He unfastened her legs, watching her opening herself wider.
His hands gripped her hips as he slowly slid in with one stroke. She groaned; finally feeling what she wanted. Nate began slow, long strokes as she lifted her hips to meet his. He felt her begin to tighten as her orgasm neared.
"Not yet Mouse. Wait until I tell you."
Nate saw the frustration on her face. He feathered kisses on her soft, sweet throat. Her neck received his rapt attention before he stopped his movement to remove the cuffs from her arms.
His mouth covered hers. Her arms wrapped around his neck as her legs dropped behind his thighs.
Mouse's inner muscles gripped and released his stroking shaft like she'd been trained. She loved hearing her man groan.
He began grunting and stroking harder and faster. Mouse raised her hips to meet his thrusts and pulled him in deeper with her legs.
He licked her ear and whispered, "Cum for me." He stroked short and fast before slamming into her with a groan as he erupted. She felt her orgasm explode as flashes of light crossed her eyes.
Nate lay on his side. She snuggled against him as he pulled the covers over them.
"You make me so happy my beautiful Mouse."
Her fingers stroked the back of his head. "I love you too Honey," she whispered as he fell asleep.
The ropes in the bedroom they'd just used were to satisfy her need for bondage. Mouse loved it and truth be told, her laughter made him feel better.
