Amber waited for two days and two even longer nights. August never called. She went into his office. He wasn't there. She shocked Robyn by walking into the inner office. Empty.
It was like swimming through a constant fever dream. Her breasts were tender and swollen, her nipples painful to the touch. Her abdomen wracked with cramping and between her legs was a river of fluids. She couldn't eat, she couldn't sleep for longer than a few minutes at a time and then she would wake up with her hands in between her dripping lips.
But she couldn't come. She rubbed herself until she was sore and aching but there was no release at all. She found herself measuring gear shifts, bed posts, bottles to see if they would fit inside of her. She was going mad.
Two weeks passed like this.
He called at 11:30. It had been raining hard all day, only letting up at nightfall. He said only one word.
"Now."
She ran to the house. The front door was locked and no matter how much she knocked no one opened it. Nearly hysterical, she ran around the side of the house. The gate was swung wide. Pools of standing water dotted the garden. The rest was mud.
He stood next to the back door. He watched her trying to apologize for being late, breathless from the attempt to keep from speaking. He slowly walked over to her and picked up her hand. Smelled it.
"I said I would tell you when you could come again. You need some restraint."
That slim evil little knife appeared again and slowly sliced her dress off her body. She opened her mouth so he could put her gag in. He smelled her panties before he did so. Smiled.
"These should be tasty."
When he was through with her dress it was cut into thin long ribbons. He crossed her arms between her breasts, her hands on either side of her neck and tied her there. Her breasts were uplifted and squeezed by her arms. Strands of the bondage hung behind her back, he turned her around and tugged on them. Her breasts ached from the pressure, she cried out.
"Do you like that?"
She nodded. She was crying. There was a small portion of her brain telling her she shouldn't like it, couldn't like it. But her legs were shaking with arousal. When was he going to fuck her?
He brought her to the same bench where she had watched him fuck Robyn. His hand on her shoulder forcing her to her knees. Bent her head down to the stone. His hand in her cunt adjusting the angle. Spreading her cold bare legs wide on the wet ground.
His fingers ran from the nape of her neck to the base of her spine. wet and viscous. He was marking her with mud.
"You want this."
