Justines Adornment

It was just a few minutes after 10:00 when I pulled into the parking lot. It had been a long day, and the last five hours had been spent in front of a computer at the university. My body felt tense and sore and I longed to workout, but the gym was closed ant the roads were wet from a day’s worth of rain and the dropping temperature meant that they would soon be too icy for a run. So instead I drove to Jack’s, where a merlot and a familiar crowd would help me unwind before making the long drive home.

The parking lot was full of people, laughing, flirting, trying to impress and attract the opposite sex. Quietly I made my way past the crowd and went in the back door.

There was a long hallway with polished hardwood floors and I looked though the windows of the bar as I made my way to the ladies room, looking for people I knew. In the ladies room an obviously drunken young woman stumbled as she smoothed her hair and went back in to resume her partying.

I watched her leave, her bare midriff was a bit out of shape but she seemed completely at ease and comfortable in her own skin. I admired her carefree confidence and turned my attention to my own reflection. I wore close-fitting black jeans and high-heeled black suede boots to add some height to my petite 5-foot, 3-inch frame. A silvery gray angora sweater that hugged my curves but didn’t show much skin completed the outfit.

With sober appraisal I looked at the woman in the mirror. Thick golden waves hung about my shoulders and my eyes were a pale icy blue. I put on some pink lipstick and smiled brightly at myself. The tension still showed on my face, but it was karaoke night and a drink and some socializing would soon bring about a real smile, I hoped.

The place was packed that night – standing room only. I eased my way into the crowd, heads turned to look and me and I felt uncomfortable, very self-conscious standing there alone.

I caught the bartender’s eye and he nodded at me. He poured a glass of merlot and set it at the edge of the bar. I eased up to the bar, my sides pressed against the men sitting there. “Would you like to start a tab tonight?” the bartender asked. “Yes, please,” I replied, knowing he was too busy now for conversation. I felt two big gentle hands on my shoulders and turned to see Derek. He gave me a boyish grin and caught me in a gentle hug.

Derek was a charmer with green eyes and dark hair. We had been close friends for almost a year. We had a deep affection for one another and had had several wild sexual encounters together. But we were both married, so I was content to enjoy his company whenever I could, and to dream about him when I couldn’t. At six feet tall and 175 pounds he had a commanding presence and was an alpha male in every sense of the term. His presence absolutely dominated the room and when he was near I felt safe and protected. He could send other men slinking away with one of his icy glares.

Derek moved away to mix with the crowd and I turned back to claim my drink. I pressed against the man sitting at the bar when I reached for the glass and he turned toward me and our eyes locked for a moment. His gaze smoldered with unabashed sexuality and I felt my face flush and turned away quickly. His intensity had frightened me, and to my shame, I felt myself getting wet. “You are such a hussy!” I mentally scolded myself. I looked for Derek and saw he had found a seat – at a table surrounded by beautiful young women. I hesitated and he smiled at me. He patted the seat next to him and pulled it close. The other girls glowered at me and I felt quite pleased. Feeling wicked I winked at Derek and brushed his thigh with my hand. He continued talking, captivating his admirers, but his fingers traced light circles on my knee. His hands were exquisite, long and elegant, and I longed to be alone with him and feel those warm hands all over me.

I sipped my wine slowly, but it had a strong effect on me. I began feeling dizzy and sleepy and feared that I might faint. I excused myself from the table to step outside for some fresh air. Mr. Intensity gazed at me from the bar and I walked up. He was powerfully built, handsome with a dark, perfectly trimmed goatee and short dark hair. Both of his ears were pierced and when he spoke I saw that his tongue was also pierced.

“Leaving so soon?” He purred in a deep mesmerizing voice.

“It’s been a long day,” I said, “ and it’s just hit me how tired I am.” The bartender asked me if I’d like another drink.

“No, thank you. I’d like to settle up now.”

“Your tab’s already been paid,” he said, indicating Mr. Intensity.

“Thank you,” I said nervously.

“I’m Jason,” He said extending his hand.

“Justine,” I replied, taking his hand. His grip was firm and his warm hand engulfed my smaller one. I pulled away and thanked him again. “Perhaps I’ll see you here again next Thursday?” I asked. He gave me a wicked grin and blushing again I left.

I went back into the ladies room, feeling dizzy and light-headed. I leaned over the sink and ran cold water over my hands and wrists, trying to refresh myself, but only feeling sleepier. I felt desperate to get to my car and lie down. I would need a nap before I’d be able to drive home. I walked out to the parking lot in a daze. Derek normally walked me to my car, but tonight I had left him without notice.

A hand gripped my arm and I was startled. It was Jason. “You scared me,” I said with a nervous laugh. He pulled me close. I tried to pull back but I felt like I was going to faint. Jason had a tight grip on my wrist and I jerked my hand down and away toward the thumb-side of his hand, but my slick-soled boots slipped on the ice and I fell hard. I lay there stunned on the ice for a moment. “This is a dream, just a bad dream.” And my senses failed me.

I felt cold. I raised my eyebrows in an attempt to open my eyes but I couldn’t. I tried to roll over, pull the covers over myself, but couldn’t move. I heard faint sounds of metal against metal and finally found the strength to open my eyes. I was lying on a narrow table in a small white room. There was a wide strap across my midsection over my arms and another across my thighs. Two smaller straps were fastened to my wrists. I was naked except for the small lace thong that I wore. “Am I in the hospital?” I wondered. A man was in the corner. He had a tray of instruments and shiny golden objects. Shelves on the wall contained bottle of alcohol, bandages, cotton balls, anatomy books and other items I couldn’t identify. “Am I hurt?” I wondered.

“What happened? Where am I?” I asked. The man turned around and smiled. Jason! I remembered.

A wave a panic surged through me. I felt ice cold and my skin broke out in gooseflesh. I was completely defenseless, at the mercy of this man I’d barely met.

He just stood there gazing at me, looking sexy, powerful, and very, very dangerous. He looked me up and down for the longest time. I worked hard to keep myself in shape and was regularly waxed, manicured, and pedicured. But I felt ashamed of my nakedness in front of this stranger and wished hopelessly that I could hide myself from his cool stare.

He put his hand on my foot. I was freezing and his hand felt hot on my bare skin. He ran a finger across my carefully polished toenails and arched an eyebrow at me. Slowly he ran his hand up my ankle, moving up my shin and slowly up my bare thigh.

I inhaled sharply and his hand came near the delicate lace of my thong. His silence unnerved me. He ran the back of his hand lightly against my pussy and I start breathing again in quick, short breaths. His hand felt hot through the thin lace of my panties. I felt warm liquid making my panties wet and my nipples began to tingle and harden. To my complete embarrassment, my arousal was obvious.

Jason looked at my erect nipples and laughed. “You like this,Justine,” he said.

“I do not!” I hissed, furious. “Let me go this instant!” I commanded with all the dignity I could muster in my very undignified position.

Thomas stood near my head and raised his hand. I looked at him, unflinching. He wouldn’t dare. He slapped me twice in quick succession and I looked up at him in shock. I couldn’t believe that he had struck me. I’d never been hit before, and I could only stare up at his face in stunned silence.

“I am in control here,” he spoke softly. “You will remain silent unless I ask you a question, understood?”

To my surprise he gently caressed my face and smiled at me. “You’re not allergic to iodine are you?” I shook my head “no.” A pure terror overtook me and I pulled against the straps. They were only fastened with Velcro, but they held fast.

Jason put on some surgical gloves and came to stand by my side. He had a bottle of iodine, which he began to swab tenderly over my nipples. He leaned close and blew on them and they tightened and swelled, betraying me. He continues his ministrations and I closed my eyes, ashamed of my reaction to his touch, willing my body to obey my own will. But my body refused, it responded shamelessly to Jason and I couldn’t control it.

Jason returned to his tray of instruments. He brought a large needle and hollow tube. He’s going to pierce me! I realized with a shock. “No!” I shouted. He gave my hip a sharp slap and I jumped.

“Relax,” he admonished. “You are a beautiful woman – you should be adorned.”

He held the needle on one side of my right nipple and the hollow tube on the opposite side. I froze in terror. He looked in my eyes and his demeanor softened. “Take a deep breath, it’s best that way.” I took a deep breath and he slowly and firmly pushed the needle though the tender pink flesh. I cried out at the sudden pain, then he withdrew the needle. The look on his face was pure satisfaction. Blood trickled steadily from each side of the tortured flesh and Jason swabbed it gently away.

My eyes stung and tears threatened to spill, but my panties were getting very wet. The juices flowed from my pussy and my stomach fluttered and tingled.

He moved to my left side. I was even more fearful this time, knowing the pain that was to come. He positioned the needle and tube. “Take a deep breath,” he instructed. He pushed the needle against the exquisitely sensitive bud and firmly and slowly stabbed the needle through. My head and shoulders came off the table and I screamed in pain. Then the pain subsided and my head fell back on the table. I was breathing heavily now; eyes closed and tears flowing freely. I could feel the hot blood streaming down my breast, tickling the sensitive flesh. I opened my eyes and watched Jason’s face as he tended to the wounds he had inflicted on me. His expression was soft, pleased. He smiled down at me. He picked up a pair of pliers from the tray and I started crying in earnest, tears streaming from my eyes. “There now, angel. Don’t panic, the hard part’s over. “

He picked up a dainty gold loop and bent it open with the pliers. I almost laughed with relief. He inserted the golden ring through the fresh raw would and I winced. He leaned up against the table and my arm and I could feel his erection pressing against my arm. It felt long and impossibly thick and I hoped irrationally that he would fuck me hard and give me the release my pussy ached for.

Jason finished putting the other golden ring into pace and closed it carefully with the pliers. He held up a mirror so I could see his handiwork. I had always thought my size 34C breasts were decent. Now, though, they were beautiful, the gold gleamed, curving around my small pink nipples in graceful arcs. Tiny rivulets of blood still ran from the sides of each ring. Jason wiped them again with a saline solution. Then he removed his gloves and stood at my side, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants, pulsing against my arm. He eyes shone with bright animal lust and suddenly he was all over me, his hands rubbing my breasts roughly, licking and kissing the blood away from my tender, aching nipples. I closed my eyes, all rational thought and fear gone, replaced with the sensations of pain and pleasure, needing him to take me, wanting to be completely filled by him.

He kissed my neck, and his teeth bit my jaw. He licked again at the fresh beads of blood ready to spill from the piercings and kissed my mouth passionately and skillfully. The coppery taste of blood was in his mouth and I wondered at the strange taste and its arousing affects. He bit my lower lip hard and pulled. I lifted my head toward him and he released me and laughed. I looked at him with amazement, confused by his violent/tender behavior, and astounded at my own passionate response to him.

He unbound my wrists and pulled a handful of silk scarves from a drawer behind him. He tied my wrists together in front of me with a band of silk. He tied a white silk scarf around my head next, covering my eyes. Finally he removed the restraints from my midsection and thighs, and loosed my ankles. He helped me sit up and lifted me off the table and set me on my feet.

I heard him unlock the door and open it. I wanted to ask where he was taking me, but remembering the blows I’d received earlier I thought better of it and remained silent.

I felt a soft blanket being placed around my shoulders and wrapped around me. Jason effortlessly lifted me into his arms and carried me out of the room. I was laid of a soft bed covered with a satin comforter. My hands were lifted up over my head and tied there. He pulled one of my legs out to the side and bound my ankle there, the cool silk binding me to the cold metal of the footboard. My other ankle was pulled to the opposite side and fastened likewise.

My lust had overcome my fear, but being restrained in this vulnerable position renewed my apprehension. He was my captor, my master, and I was subject to his will and desire.

The room was quiet. I waited, listening for Jason to return. My nipples still bled, and in the dark, quiet room the sensation was a slow, teasing torture, tickling the sensitive flesh and keeping me in a state of arousal. I heard movement in the room. A warm wet cloth was rubbed over my breasts and down my stomach. Warm hands were caressing me then, starting with my fingertips, tracing the palms of my hands, down my arms, caressing my sided and over my trembling stomach. His hands moved down toward my hips and pulled gently at the sides of my panties, teasing me. I moaned softly, breathing hard. Something thin, hard and cold touched me on the breastbone and moved slowly down my torso. A knife! The blade moved slowly down and the point slipped under the top edge of my thong and lifted them, ran slowly back and forth along the lace and let it snap back into place. Except for my uncontrollable trembling I froze, absolutely motionless. The back of the blade moved down the center of my pelvis, ran gently down over my clit and up and down between my pussy lips. The sensation was driving me wild and I tensely willed my hips to remain still to avoid being hurt by the blade. He turned the blade until the flat side was against the flat of my vulva and slid it back and forth, tantalizing me, scaring me. A hand replaced the blade. “You little slut.” Jason’s voice said. “You are soaking wet. You want it bad, don’t you, Justine?” He slapped my pussy hard. “I asked you a question!”

“Yes,” I stammered. “Yes, sir.”

He pulled my panties aside and gently probed me with a finger. I was so aroused that the slightest movement sent waves of pleasure up through my stomach. I pushed my hips up to his hand, willing him to move harder and faster. He put another finger inside and began to rub the upper wall of my cunt hard while allowing his thumb to slide over my clit. His finger-fucking was driving me out of my mind. A low, quiet sound escaped my throat and my legs started to shake and suddenly… he stopped.

“No!” I cried, “don’t stop, don’t stop, please!”

He laughed. He suddenly pulled my panties up roughly, cut through one side then the other and jerked them away from my hips.

I felt him move over me. He kissed me gently, coaxing my lips to open. His tongue darted between my lips and ran over them lightly, teasingly. He sucked at my lower lip, and ran his tongue across the back of my teeth. I was lost in his kiss, and wanted it to go on forever. He kissed down to my jaw and closed his teeth there. I turned my head and offered my neck. He licked and nibbled at my ear and neck, sending electrical currents of pleasure tingling down my spine, driving me wild. I pulled at my restraints, the cuffs cutting into my wrists and hurting me, desperately wanting to touch him, pull him to me. He kissed and caressed my breasts, rubbing the palms of his hands over the sore flesh and flicking the gold rings with his tongue and kissing and tasted the blood that was freely flowing again. I cried out and arched my back.

“Please, Jason, please fuck me I need you inside me. Please, “ I begged.

“Do you wanted me, Justine?” He purred.

He knelt between my legs and touched my aching sex. His tongue eased between my lips and run up and down my groove, delved deep inside me and moved up to gently flick my clit. My hips started a slow tense grind. I was on the brink and he knew it. He fastened his mouth over my clit and sucked. Little cries were escaping my throat and suddenly I screamed and shuddered. He kept up the delicious suction of his mouth and my head thrashed from side to side, my hips grinding uncontrollably against his face until finally I begged him to stop.

My pussy tingled and pulsed with pleasure. He lay on top of me then, covering me with his body. He pressed his cockhead against my slick opening. I pushed my hips up to meet him. He slowly entered me and gave me a minute to adjust to his size. He began slowly stroking his cock inside me, building speed, his tongue fucking my mouth as I gently sucked it, drawing it in, the double sensations overwhelming my senses.

He was fucking me hard then, bumping my cervix, driving my hips into the mattress. I turned my head and clenched my teeth to keep from whimpering as he ground into me, stabbing my cervix with each violent thrust. He came hard, his cock pulsating as it shot hot come into my raw pussy.

“Mmmm,” he growled. “You feel so good. You are unbelievable.” I smiled and awaited my release. But he didn’t release me. He left the room and I heard water running. He took a long shower and finally came back into the room.

“Aren’t you going to release me?” I asked timidly.

“We’re not through yet, love,” he chided. “ I have one more surprise for you.”

He began to wash my thighs and tender pussy with a warm, scented cloth. Then he was swabbing my clitoris with a cold wet cotton ball.

“What are you doing?” I asked with alarm.

“Shhh.” He said. “Quiet now. Take a deep breath.”

Powerless to stop him, I obeyed his command and took a deep breath. I let out a yelp as I felt the needle pierce my clitoral. A quick sharp pain, then just as quickly it was over. Then the jewelry was inserted and locked into place. More gentle swabbing.

“There. Now you are an exotic beauty,” he murmured, caressing my hips as he spoke. He took the blindfold off and released my wrists and ankles. He sat on the edge of the bed and smiled at me. I sat there unsure of myself, smiling timidly back. Then he swept me up into his arms and held me, nuzzling my hair and kissing my face. I laid my head on his shoulder, feeling sated and at peace.

After holding me like that for a long time he spoke, “Your ride is here. You may go now.” My ride? I wondered.

I quickly dressed in my clothes, which were neatly folded on a chair next to the bed. All except for the lacy thong, which lay cut up on the floor.

Jason walked me to the door and bid me goodnight. A familiar car was idling in the driveway. Derek! He got out of the car and took my hand and led me to the passenger side and leaned against the car and pulled me into his arms.