An inspiring lady once wrote;
Only those who've ever engaged in the magical pleasure of restrained sex, will be able to comprehend the magnitude of the unpreventable orgasm.
Chapter 1.
Nurse Lily suffered with a phobia that gave her an overwhelming sense of anxiety when any external influence caused her loss of self-control. Drugs and alcohol were workable but the involuntary primal response to orgasm during sexual intercourse, proved to be something which needed taming. The outcome of rapid spasmodic muscle contractions around her pelvis when reaching her peak instigated such an extreme reaction that it gave concern about her partner's tolerance to standing for it.
Her latest experience saw her lashing out with her hands to push her boyfriend off after his delayed ejaculation during the latter stages of a drunken sexual encounter. Embarrassingly, her screams could be heard through the thin walls of the flimsy apartment building, encouraging the couple to look for a more suitable place to live if they were to build on their relationship together.
Driving to and from work occasionally took her through a historic village called Hexcross, which dated back centuries to a time further than records could be traced. Since childhood Lily had taken a liking to the location, situated between two cities in the north of England where her grandparents once lived and her parents were married. This slowly expanding settlement housed only a thousand people, but invited tourism from far around because of the folk law and legends it had become famous for.
The conversion of an old mill, dating back to the 1700's had substantial walls and flooring, especially the available ground floor apartment at the rear which had its own private, non-communal entrance.
Through a heavy wooden door, they walked along a well illuminated, whitewashed arched brick corridor, towards a much smaller wooden door, which the estate agent ignored and turned right into the vast opening of the lounge, to overwhelm them with the grand arched windows along one wall to the right hand side.
The high ceiling and the open plan kitchen, enticed Lily towards the grand open staircase leading to the bedrooms, leaving Sam standing fast.
"What's in this room we just passed?" He asked, turning and pointing to the smaller doorway which the salesman had purposely ignored behind him.
"Yes." The man agreed, "Take a look, it used to be a rather large store room. I was going to show you on the way out."
Sam cracked the door handle, only to be rushed passed by the agent, who wanted to be the first one in, to turn on the lights and sell the place to them. "This room would make an excellent office." He said, "Having no neighbouring rooms above or around, it's a soundproof and eerily hypnotising place."
Sam stuck his head out and invited Lily to come and join the two of them.
"There are no actual records of what this room was built for, but being dug out into the hillside, we can only assume it was some sort of cold store for food or even ice maybe."
Lily heard his commentary and ducked slightly to enter the round, windowless room. "Oh wow." She almost gasped, looking up at the domed block built ceiling, matching the whitewashed walls of the corridor they'd first entered through.
Sam looked at Lily and gauged her reaction. "Sound proof." He winked at her.
"We'll take it." The trembling blond girl said to the man with the clipboard, sealing the deal without negotiation and turning back to Sam to confirm her excitement at buying their first place together. If they were alone, the couple would have made love on the cold stone floor right there, but the presence of the third party salesperson kept them from acting so irresponsibly.
The rest of the afternoon gave Sam and Lily time to have an exploratory walk around their new village, taking in the sights around them with a stroll across the ancient packhorse bridge that had been bypassed a few hundred meters away to preserve it from modern day traffic.
Calling into the old Inn house for a drink, they spent time in a room decorated in history, telling the story of Hexcross, showing maps and old photographs or anything else volunteers had donated to them.
Lily looked over Sam's shoulder as he read the shocking story of an unnamed woman who'd been the unfortunate victim of the witches' court trials from over 400 years prior.
Legend had it that in the early seventeenth century the accused Witch cast a spell, leaving a curse behind to protect future girls or women, if any of them were to be brought to the place she'd built and where she'd eventually been tortured and condemned to her fate.
"ANY MATRON PRECEDING ME IN THIS CHAMBER,
BE GRANTED UPON RAVISHMENT,
POWERS OF UNSPEAKABLE NATURE."
The account had sketchy evidence but described how she nearly escaped and how her failed attempt led to her being strangled to unconsciousness, then burned in front of the villagers, to prove her destruction.
"Bloody hell." Sam shivered, "Glad we didn't live in those times."
"I know." Lily replied, "Are to be granted upon ravishment, powers of unspeakable nature?" She asked, reading for herself what Sam had already seen. "Whatever that means, she sounds like an intelligent woman for those days. No wonder they thought she was a witch."
Sam raised his eyebrow. "Do you think you should be worried about moving here?" He said, receiving a playful slap on the arm before turning to a gold coin with a picture of a hoard of hundreds more next to it in a glass display cabinet.
Finding out from the bar man that the hoard of thousands of coins were Viking, spurred Sam on to brag about his Nordic ancestry, pointing out his own blond hair, naturally being a shade lighter than Lily's.
"So that room has a curse does it?" Lily asked.
"Not the room." The barman replied, "No one actually knows where the spell refers to, but some of the barmaids have unsuccessfully tried it out in the cellar over the years." He joked.
Two months later, the excited couple were in their new apartment, each unpacking boxes until late at night when they eventually gave in, to trying out the soundproofing of their stone walled bedroom for real.
Lily promised not to get too excited too quickly, but once screaming as loudly as she could, she had to push him off as the intensity of her climax, overpowered her incessant urge to remain in control of herself.
"Sorry." She panted. "Give me a minute and I'll make it up to you."
Sam lay back on the bed, resting on his elbows as Lily's lips finished him off, in an apologetic attempt for spoiling the first night in their new home together. Moving his eyes up from the curvature of her hips, to the walls around him, he noticed a rusty ring hanging from a link of metal embedded in the brickwork above a large flat naming stone, which gave him an idea.
"What if I were to tie you up so that you couldn't fight me off?" He asked, seemingly out of the blue.
Although his words stunned Lily, the feeling of his sudden throbbing in her mouth told her of his thoughts on the matter, allowing her to quickly complete her apology with a smile and a dribble of cum over his balls.
"Possibility." She replied, looking towards the solid oak runners making up the headboard of their bed. "We could try it using some kind of safe word." She picked up his boxer shorts and casually wiped her chin.
"Maybe not." He corrected her, taking his underwear from her hand to mop up the spillage from his balls and the bedding below. "I think you'd be tempted to use it prematurely."
She smiled and lay next to him, facing the unique tattoo he had on the side of his pelvis.
Utilising the first day of a week off from the hospital in the city, she went through with her ambitious committal to her boyfriend by getting a matching tattoo on her hip of the red, sideways love heart that Sam had on his. She wanted the pinnacle at the bottom orientating towards her front, so that the heart would be the right way up, if she were to lay on top of him, and point towards his.
Oblivious of her intentions, Sam visited the hardware store to pick up essentials for their new home.
Thinking back to his conversation from the night before, he paid significant attention to the selection of white cotton rope on display, which required cutting to length for whatever purpose the purchaser had in mind.
Later that evening, Sam and lily visited their local village pub to get to know people and introduce themselves into the neighbourhood. The night went a little too well, with Sam drunkenly confessing to buying a length of rope without her consent.
Stumbling past a takeaway restaurant, he announced his undying love of crispy pulled chicken on a bed of pitta with garlic and mustard sauce. Lily laughed at his unusual disclosure and announced her undying love for him and how she wanted to get home and try out that rope.
Sam's head could think of nothing else. His eyes pictured her body under the white dress she wore, as she ran ahead over the ancient packhorse bridge, teasing him with submissive mannerisms of her wrists together above her, so he would chase her home.
The beautiful Lily looked so sexy drawing the bleached cotton rope between her fingers. "Hurry up." She told him as he dried his hands and rushed to remove his jeans.
The short walk around the bed gave her enough time to admire his matching tattoo.
On the bed, their passionate kiss ended with him straddling her chest, having a knee in each armpit whilst tying her wrists either side of an oak upright of the headboard.
