Author's note: thank you for joining me on this journey. This was my first attempt at writing a real story, and I owe its completion to the kind words, constructive suggestions and unflagging support of the thousands of people who have taken the time to read, vote and comment (or maybe it was one really obsessed fan who read my story thousands of times. Either way...). I would also like to express my appreciation to the staff at Literotica who have done such a great job in providing a place for new writers to get their feet wet. This is the conclusion of the Twelve Gates saga. I will begin a new story soon. Again, I thank you all humbly and sincerely.
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Naked and blindfolded, her wrists bound together and lashed to the headboard of their bed, Grey waited. Her knees were slightly raised and spread wide, presenting her smooth sexy lewdly in the empty room. Robert had tied her, spread her open and then left the bedroom to wash the dishes, admonishing her to hold the position, leaving her wet and eager and wanting him.
And waiting for the Twelfth Gate.
He'd promised to give her the Gate that evening at her insistence. After more than five months of anxiety and excitement, the wait was almost over. She wanted to pass the Gate to satisfy whatever need had compelled Robert to devise them. She was dying to learn his true motives, and it bothered her that she'd been forced to discover them in bits and pieces through the Gates.
No...not forced. She'd chosen to pass each one. And if she'd been bothered by the concept of the Gates, then part of that was her own fault for not communicating properly. Trina had made her see that, and Robert had driven the point home with a painful spanking just before dinner.
And she couldn't deny that the Gates had transformed her in ways she still found difficult to comprehend. The lonely, timid, self-conscious office worker of six months ago had blossomed into a smiling, sexy, self-employed woman who wore flirty dresses with heels and sported nipple piercings and a cute tattoo. Had Robert wrought those changes in her? Or had he merely tapped into something that had been there all along?
The clattering of the dishes stopped and she knew Robert would be returning soon. She spread her knees a little wider, hoping to entice him into spending some quality time with her pussy. After seven days of neglect it was eager for the attention that only her Master could provide.
She heard him enter the room. Felt his presence. Whenever he was close to her, his proximity drew all of her attention. He filled her awareness. He was at the night table next to the bed, rooting around in the drawer where the condoms were kept. The thought caused a ripple of need to course through her. She longed for his cock...in her mouth or her ass. Or perhaps tonight she would feel him in her hungry pussy...
She felt the bed shift as he lay next to her on her right. Felt his cotton t-shirt against her ribcage, his track pants against her hip. Being naked while her Master was fully clothed had become commonplace in the apartment, and she'd grown to love it. Loved the hunger in his eyes when he looked at her, loved being open and available for any caress from his warm hands. Loved the feeling of being sexy and desired.
Suddenly his mouth was on hers and she raised her head, eagerly seeking more contact. His tongue slid between her parted lips and touched hers, gently probing and teasing, never hurried. She yearned to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him closer but with her hands bound she could only lick and suck on the invading tongue. Too soon, he pulled back and left her panting and flushed with need.
She felt his hot hand on her belly, then he slowly slid it lower until it rested on her smooth mound. She'd shaved it meticulously that afternoon before picking him up at the airport; she wanted it silk-smooth for his pleasure and hers. The heat of his hand on her most sensitive skin caused her pussy to thicken and ache with need. She spread wider and lifted her hips slightly, hoping to encourage him to move just a little lower...
His warm hand was replaced by gently stroking fingernails. With agonizing slowness they trailed down her mound and lightly over her labia, not penetrating, just grazing the surface. Lower still to her perineum, then making a slow, feather-light return trip to the top of her mound.
"Oh Master...please..." she moaned, loving the intimate touch but needing more contact, more pressure. Instead his fingers continued their leisurely tease.
"Feels good, kitten?"
"So good. I missed you so much."
"Next time I want you to come along. My parents want to meet this amazing new woman in my life."
"I'd like that." she said, and it was true. Robert had met her family, it seemed only fitting that she would meet his as well.
His teasing caress continued in silence for several moments more. She felt her temperature rising as her body came alive under his fingers. She tugged gently at her bindings and found them secure. The enforced feeling of helplessness only added to her arousal. When had she become this way?
"Can I tell you a little story, kitten?" he asked in a soft, low voice.
"Yes Master. I'm not going anywhere."
He chuckled, then was quiet for a few moments, as though composing his thoughts.
"Once upon a time, there was a boy who loved being in control," he said a storyteller voice, "More than liked it - needed it. This boy dropped out of high school because he couldn't stand all the rules. He became an entrepreneur because he hated having a boss. He moved out of his parents' house when he was a teenager because he wanted to live on his own, by his own rules."
Grey was awash in the twin sensations of his voice and his fingertips. Rather than competing for her attention, they mingled and augmented one another, wrapping her in a sexy and sensual mood. She was silent as she waited for him to continue.
"As a young man, he discovered that a need for control works well in the business world...a lot of the time, anyway. But when it comes to romance, not so much."
One finger parted her slippery folds and slid up to her clit, giving it a quick tickle. She gasped and her hips jumped off the mattress in search of stronger contact. The tormenting finger then slid lower to her rear hole. Then back up again, slowly swiping up and down between her sopping lips. She could feel the tightening inside her...the slow build towards an orgasm. She needed more.
"His love life was one train wreck after another. Things would always start well when he was on his best behaviour, but as he got more comfortable with a woman, his need for control would drive her crazy and she'd leave. The young man was over thirty before he had a relationship last longer than 6 months."
She felt two fingers slide through her slick cunt and lightly stroke up and down, one finger on either side of her swollen clit. Not touching it but coming desperately close. She felt the telltale trickle of her juices between her rear cheeks.
"Keep your hips still, kitten." he admonished gently, and she realized they had been lifting and twitching and rolling of their own accord, following his teasing fingers.
"Yes Master." she breathed, struggling to keep still amid the onslaught of wonderful sensations.
"Finally, by fighting every natural impulse he had, the young man was able to keep a relationship alive for eighteen months. He got engaged at thirty-five. But his fiancee left him two months before the wedding. Too controlling, she said. She was probably right."
Grey could hear a faint trace of pain in the admission. Slowly the pieces were starting to fall into place.
"So he decided to change his approach. Instead of trying to change his nature, he set out to find a woman who loved his control. He didn't want someone who would tolerate it or endure it, or humour him. He wanted to find a woman who truly would love it. Crave it."
"Uh-huh." she breathed, partly to acknowledge his words and partly because his two fingers were now grazing either side of her engorged clitoris.
"But he was in his mid-thirties, and he wanted a family. He didn't have time for a series of lengthy get-to-know-you relationships. He needed a way to zero in on exactly the kind of woman he was looking for. A way to improve the odds."
"So you...he...posted the ad online." she said between hard breaths.
