Behind Closed Doors 8

"Are sure you want to do this?" I asked again scared as hell.

"You told me it was a turn on and well—I'm willing to try new things if it makes you happy."

The glimmer in his soft eyes said everything. He wasn't kidding around. He really wanted to go through with this and didn't care about the consequences. He had lost his fucking mind.

"It's a fantasy. I can think this shit up in my head. It doesn't necessarily mean I want to do it for real."

"I know but what if you could make your fantasy real? How many times do you get to do this and get someone to willing to go through with it?"

I wasn't prepared for him to take me seriously. We had only been dating a few months before the conversation had come up. Sex was great but asking what our true desires were had been something I dreaded. He had an average fetish where as I—it was bit out there.

"Willing is one thing-- stupid is another. You want to be down for weeks just so I can get one thrill?" I asked not believing he had suggested this.

It was only supposed to be a joke. My heart was racing in disbelief over his want to please me. He had his strong arms around my back, pressing himself as close as possible to me. The heat of his breath on my neck and ear making me swim again. He was enough for me just the way he was. I didn't need him to do anything crazy to win my affection-- yet the thought of it was still in the back of my mind.

"You said if it ever happened you would be a leach on my dick for weeks. Do you really think I could turn down something like that?" he whispered in my ear nibbling on my earlobe making me wet just thinking about it.

"I said if it happened—not if you had me do it. So many things could go wrong. I don't even want to think about how bad I could fuck this up. You probably won't even be able to get hard."

My mind was running through every scenario that could possibly happen--Every one of them turning me on further. My imagination was going wild. I just wanted him to take me now and call it a day. I never should have told him.

"I took a Viagra so I think I'll be able to keep my cock hard. It really won't be that bad and I'm sure when it's over you can take care of me in other ways too." He teased again pulling away watching me melt in his arms. "I have a video camera so you can watch it again and again later on."

The temptation was too much. The sexy body, the angelic face, and the idea he wanted to be a participant in my kinky fetish. I wanted this more than anything now.

"There has to be rules—safeguards, just in case. I don't want to end up killing you by accident." My tone was a bit more serious. We needed a game plan if he was going to do this.

"Okay—whatever you need." His smiled.

"If there is blood—I'm stopping. I can't do blood and it's too risky."

"Agreed."

"If you lose feeling—we are done."

"Well—you wouldn't have fun if I lost feeling anyways so, sure."

"If you pass out or go into shock--."

"I know, I know—we are done. Can we just do this already? You're starting to make me worry." He tried to say with the same radiant smile.

I could see he was starting to think things through a little harder. In his quest for the best blow job ever he had glazed over a few thing of what could go happen.

"And we need a code word. Something you can say if you can't take anymore."

"How about suck harder?" he laughed but the nervous feeling behind it showed.

"I was thinking something you wouldn't usually say."

"Okay, how about—purple? It's the color of my balls right now since you've kept me waiting this long."

"No one will know right? Even if we don't work out you're not going to say anything?"

"Your secret is safe with me. Besides—how do you think people react on my end if I told them I let you do it?"

He was right. Either way it would look bad for both of us. Our prominent status in society would fall. The media hounds and their cameras would be all over the story. Neither of us could show up to a black tie event and not get looks if they knew.

"So how do we do this?" I had finally agreed. It was too good to pass down. It would be a once in a lifetime experience and I would share it with the best looking man I knew.

"I have an outfit in the bathroom I want you to wear and I'll be in the bedroom waiting. I have everything set up and ready to go. See you in about ten minutes?"

I stole a kiss and nodded my head. I was willing to wear anything he wanted for this.

I turned away from the living room, walking towards the stairs that led to his master bathroom and the bedroom. I had only gotten my hand on the rail before turning back. "And what are we going to tell everyone what happened to you afterwards?"

He had barely moved an inch from where he was standing "Easy—I fell and broke my ankle. Happens to people all the time."

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The tight leather studded corset fit like a second skin to my body. Snapping the collar in place I ran my hands down my neck to the cupless top pulling at my nipples hard with excitement. I slipped on the crochless panties that matched feeling the g-string run up my tight ass. I couldn't help but watch me spank myself in the mirror leaving the outline of a red hand print against my smooth skin. I was going to be a bad girl and he would be in no condition to tell me I was.

He had picked out sexy thigh high fishnets and a pair of black leather stilettos. He had his fantasy too—to have me in leather. We were both going to get what we wanted in one night.

I looked myself over the mirror one last time. My body couldn't have looked any better. The contours of the outfit made my breast look huge, toppling out of the corset. In comparison, my small waist to my hips had the perfect curves giving a peek at my hard abs where the leather stopped-- the outline on my tight ass slowly fading to pink. I was ready to give him a firm beating-- one that he would never forget.

He had gone all out the make this night special. It was making me drip just seeing it. He was waiting at the foot of the bed naked—his dick rock hard. An array of items was against the wall waiting for me. In the corner—the video camera running with the solid red light to catch all out naughty deeds for the evening.

"I spared no expense." He said relaxing on the bed.

"I see. So—how do I look?" I said modeling off the outfit.

"Fucking hot." He said-- his dick jumping at the words.

I couldn't help myself. I reached down between my legs running my fingers up my thigh to my warm wet lips of my pussy. Still moist I held them out stepping between his legs letting him lick them off with his tongue.

"And how do I taste?"

"Good."

"That's all? I taste good?"

"I mean--."

"Maybe I should punish you for a shitty answer like that?"

"Maybe you should."

It was all happening so fast. Toying with the idea for so long and finally having it happen. I was getting so anxious and eager at the same time. He seemed to be taking it in stride—for now.

"I want to tie you up in case you decide to bolt on me."

"I'm good with that but how do you expect me to bolt? I get the feeling I'm going to be crumpled in a ball on the floor."

"Just go with it okay?"

The straps at the foot of the bed were handy for his wrists. He was still able to sit up and watch everything that was going to take place. He could lay back if he needed to and I would be able to kneel for the best angle. I took my time making sure I brushed up against him with my tits as I leaned over to strap each hand into place. Pressed against his face he didn't hesitate to bite at them-- sucking hard. As horny as I was getting I could have bypassed the act and move straight to the sex. I knew he had worked too hard at getting up the courage to do this to just have me back down.

I leaned in for a kiss only to tease him with my tongue—running it across his lips and pulling back as he tried to pull forward. The straps stopped him from getting what he wanted.

"You have to wait." I said turning around and bending over just so he had a visual of my ass pressed against his chest. Sliding down I could feel his cock against my clit gently tickling it making me almost cum on the spot. I had to stop or I would go before I could finish what I started.

"Left or right?"

"Left. Or I can't drive for a while." The shakiness was starting to show in his voice either from the tease or the nerves. I was hoping it was a little of both.

I saw the chair he had prepped and pulled it over so it was lined up with his leg. I was still keeping my firm ass in his sight as I straddled his knee lifting his leg on the chair making sure his ankle and foot could hang off the end. He had made sure something hard had been placed between the back of the chair and leg so that the swing would make contact and not throw the chair across the room only leaving a bruise. He had thought of everything.

Running my hands across his perfect foot and ankle for the last time before he would scream each time it was touched I asked. "Are you ready?"

The tickle of my fingernails was driving him wild. The best he could muster was a quick nod of his head. I had moved away but his hard on continued-- throbbing and waiting for my soft lips to wrap around it and touch the back of my throat.

"So you have a little of everything here." I said looking through the weapons of my choosing.

"I wasn't sure what you wanted. You can go the Misery route and use the sledgehammer or if baseball's your thing--."

I pulled out the aluminum bat feeling the weight in my hands. "I think I want to hit a homerun tonight."

Looking at him I could see was adjusting himself preparing for the worst. His breathing was becoming rapid as his muscular chest moved in and out as he took in deeper breaths.

"We can stop. You don't have to do this."

"No—I'm ready. I've broken a toe before. This can't be that much worse." He said grabbing at the straps with his hands to hold onto something.

"You're going to scream. A lot."

"I know."

"Do you want a count of three or should I just do it?"

"Just do it. I'll psyche myself out if you count" he said now restless on the bed. His eyes closed-- he was waiting for it.

I was standing next to the chair-- bat on my shoulder watching. I couldn't help to look at his foot—so perfect and waiting for me to crush it. My hands were shaking and I could feel my pulse race. It was the moment of truth. All I had to do was swing and not miss.

My grip got tighter and I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest. I couldn't do it unless he was going to watch. It was part of the thrill of causing pain for me.

"I can't do it." I said sounding as if I had given up.

He let out his breath and looked at me just in time to see me swing with everything I had. Eye on the prize-- I could see the bat connect perfectly with his ankle. The crack of the bat on bone rang in my ears as I watched his foot swing wildly inwards snapping as the bat followed through.

The scream was almost as instant as the bone shattered. He had lurched up from the bed—arching his back and let it all out. It was beautiful music in my ears. His pain didn't let up and the agonizing shudder made me need him more. He had remained sitting up but the tense muscles in his arms were trying to reach to cradle his ruined ankle. Watching his reaction to everything I had completely forgotten that I still had to make sure the damage he had taken would still give me time to please him in ways he could only imagine.

I dropped the bat hearing clank to the ground and dropped to my knees to look. There was no doubt it was broken—in several places. His leg had remained straight but the ankle had twisted in on itself frozen in place. Where I had struck was already swelling quickly and had turned a nasty shade of blue with white in the center. Luckily there was no blood but the bone in his foot was pressing up against the skin trying to force its way through.

His screams had died down to a string of Fuck's, Shit's and groans. All the color had run out of his face. I wasn't sure how to tell him I wasn't finished although so far he hadn't said the word to stop.

"Are you okay?"I asked as innocent as possible. My pussy was burning to get at him and finish.

"Fuck no. My fucking ankle is broken. It hurts like a motherfucker."His eyes were close with his head back. He didn't want to see how bad it was.

"Do I need to stop?"

"No. I better be getting that blow job after this."

"In a minute I just have to make sure we can go on."

I could already see it wasn't going to be a problem. It may have been wrench out of place but it would be a while till it became an issue. I wanted to touch it and hear him scream again. It was my excuse to do what I wanted now. He had said it was a once in a lifetime deal and I was going to enjoy every moment of it.

I grabbed his ankle from around the back and put pressure into the fracture feeling the bones grate against each other. It felt like heaven to me down inside me as the pulsing began. He cussing became screams again and I couldn't help but to see how much he could take. Using my other hand I held the twisted side of his foot pulling it back as though I was moving it back into place. I watched his excruciating look as I played with his busting foot.

"Please don't—don't move it. Oh god please do—"

Another cry erupted as I pulled again a bit harder feeling a pop in my hand. I had done enough for now. He would question me if I kept it up.

I set it back on the chair gently—letting him believe it was over and I was only going to move on to his penis that remained like a rock through it all. I was no longer moist but dripping wet knowing as I continued I might cum a few times before he would pass out.

Kneeling between his legs I put on hand on his engorged dick knowing that every touch would be sensitive. He jumped again causing his own pain this time as another wave of cussing started. I couldn't wait any longer. He had suffered enough for the moment and I needed him in my mouth.

As tender as I could, I ran my lips around his cock using my teeth to slide up and down—each time bringing him a quiver and a moan. I wasn't sure if it was still from the pain or the pleasure he was having. I didn't want to stop. It tasted so good and it was huge. I could only deep throat half of it before it slid past my tonsils nearly choking me. I had grabbed the lower half with one hand and began and massaged his balls with the other. His moans were no longer from the pain and I knew now he was enjoying every minute of this sheer ecstasy.

I kept changing back and forth between strokes and sucking listening to see how close he was to cuming all over my face and in my mouth. The crescendo had started and I knew in just a few seconds he would be finished with his first round. I had to do it before he could.

At the last moment I kicked hard at the chair behind me moving it away from his shattered ankle and heard it smack the floor—bones crunching again. His scream of pure agony mixed with the rapture of getting off got me so hot I could feel everything in me tense up and orgasm without even being touched.

We came together in one thrilling moment and he exploded in my mouth with a forcefulness I had never felt. The sweet cum dripping from my mouth that I wanted more of-- I decided I needed him inside of me instead.

I mounted him watching him lay back in spasms on the bed unable to make anymore sounds. I pressed hard against his dick forcing him in my tight pussy.

"Please tell me you're okay enough to keep going."

"I—have never—felt anything—like that—in my life." He said through gasps.

It was my cue that he was fine. His pulse as rapid as it was had not turned to shock yet and his erection was still going strong. The heat from our orgasms felt like silk against my clit as I thrusted into him knowing his heel was rubbing against the hardwood causing more torture. He was gritting his teeth this time-- holding back.

I ran my fingernails down his bare chest and sides sending a shiver down his spine. Another soft whimper escaped him and I knew he was near his end.

"I'm going to stop. You can't do this anymore."

"No please don't. It hurts but I—like it." He made a strained smile.

"Okay."

I rode him for another five minutes. I felt great but he had finally passed out and I had promised I would quit when the time came. It was good while it lasted and I would never forget what he gave me that night.

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He woke up at last; still groggy from the drugs they had been pumping into his IV. It took him a while to figure out where he was and what had happened. The gown and hospital bed had started come back into focus. I was by his side as long as they would let me. I wanted to be there with him.

"I passed out didn't I?" His sleepy voice was quiet.

"Yeah—you did. You lasted a lot longer than I thought you would."

"Did you have fun?"

"Of course. Did you?" I couldn't hide the smile plastered to my face.

"Actually yeah. I don't think I'll ever do it again but it was pretty amazing."

"You know you've been out of it for over a day?"

"Really? And I'm still here in the hospital?"

"Yup."

"How bad is it?"

He had finally looked down to see his leg incased in the large bulky splint wrapped with an elastic bandage-- His toes poking out of the top. It was just as sexy as the wild night we had.

"Two screws and a plate."

"It's going to leave a scar?" he looked upset by the thought of it.

"You can get it fixed by a plastic surgeon. I'm sure it won't look that bad. It's not like you have to show off your legs like I do." I said lifting my leg so he could see how nice they were. Even through the drugs he was still aroused.

"And no one suspected anything?"

"Nope—piece of cake. After you passed out I hid everything. I got you untied and partially dressed and on the floor before the paramedics arrived. You fell and broke your ankle. Happens all the time." I grinned.

He laughed but I could already see the drugs wearing off and the pain coming back full force. I didn't hesitate to press the button for the morphine drip giving him another dose and watching him relax again.

"I figured you would like to see me suffer some more." He said becoming drowsy.

"We can do that at home where the staff isn't watching us." I whispered.

"So what happened to on my dick like a leach? I don't see you sucking."

"Trust me I want to right now. You have at least six weeks of having me do that. Your nurse should be coming in anytime and when she leaves I'll give you a hand job." Still keeping my voice hushed.

"Works for me."

"You want to know something else?"

"Sure" He was falling asleep fast.

"You know that the cast and crutches drive me nuts even more than the pain."

"If it's anything like what I just went through—sign me up."

"Better."

"Can't wait to get my ass out of here then."