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"Arthur!" she cried out. Her hand going between her legs. Protecting herself. "I... I cant." She breathed. "I cant take it. Please."

Her breathing was ragged. Her hips rocking as if her mind no longer controlled them. His hands on her legs. Widening them.

"No! Arthur, Please." She begged as she could feel his body close in over hers. Suddenly she was on her feet. Her world more alive then ever as her body was filled with unexplainable energy. Arthur had used his strong arms and body to pull her off the bed and to her feet. She sensed his body was close despite her blindfold. She felt his body heat next to her exposed skin.

"What did I tell you about the rules?" He growled. His voice betraying anger. She cowered away from him. Feeling his hot breath on her. "What did I say about the words you allowed to use?"

A swift painful swat to her bottom made her jump to her toes and cry out feebly. His hand returning between her legs, roughly manipulating her sex.

"Arthur, Please..." She gasped as his hands cause another spasm to rock her body. "It's to sensitive... I cant take it." She cried anyway.

She heard him sigh and have mercy on her. He ripped her blindfold off her face. Exposing her to the bright lights of the room. She blinked back as she felt him restrain her hands in front of her body.

"Yes, you can." He told her kindly. Gently.

"No... No Sir, I can't!" She breathed as she allowed him to securely bind her hands with the neck tie he had used as her blindfold. Rendering her powerless. Then, like a gentle lover, Arthur was kissing her. Light little kisses on her lips, cheeks and eyes. They were soft, sweet and reassuring.

"Just keep breathing." He said softly. "I won't be denied." He told her simply. "Just remember your safe word."

It was on the tip of her tongue to say it. Say her safe word and be released from this torture. She felt she could not endure what he had planned for her. Her sex had been over stimulated under his attentions and sometimes lack of them. If he had just fucked her in the bathroom like she first wanted...

Ariadne found herself meeting his kind yet stern face. She nodded. She wanted this. Wanted to make him happy. Wanted him to be a man with her in the most primal way. She couldn't deny him. She didn't want to.

"Good." He said as if reading her mind. He eased her back down to their bed. Fear griping her at seeing his swollen erection passing so near her shaved desire. So sensitive now she could feel the heat from his raging manhood. She kept her eyes locked on his. Wanting to feel a connection. Arthur pulled away from her then. Looked away.

"Arthur..." She said softly. Her voice brought him back to her. Her bound arms and hands covering her breasts. Her beautiful face looking back at him.

She looked so perfect. Just as he always imagined. Her soft pale skin, contrasting sharply with the harsh bindings. Her face, looking almost afraid. That face.

'Why did she have to be so beautiful?' He asked himself. 'Why couldn't she have been ugly? Or stupid? Someone he could never love but would understand his needs?

Ariadne understood them. She may be independent in the real world, but in his bed, she was born to be tied up and abused. He knew she loved it. All the proof he needed was the intense heat and wetness between her legs. A place he would claim all he wanted now. He would make her climax so hard she wouldn't be able to feel anything for a very long time. He smiled at the evil thought.

"Close your eyes, Beautiful." He scolded her. Ready to begin.

She almost looked as if she wasn't going to comply. As if she was going to keep her eyes open. Looking at him. Staring into his own eyes. She was going to disobey him.

"Don't make me blindfold you again." He said. His voice hard. He watched as she looked worried. Her thin fingers touching his face despite her bindings. Her own caress, was dangerous. Almost enough to undo him right there. Her eyes stayed open.

"Ariadne..." He breathed. His voice like steel. She didn't wait for another reprimand. Her fine eyes vanished under her soft lids and lashes. He was freed from her spell. He would not waste any more time in claiming his prize.

When he entered her... he did not do so politely. Although she was wet and ready for him, the roughness with which he took her made her scream. Her head rocking back exposing her throat. Her already excited and exhausted sex jumped and spasmed at the contact. The intrusion. It wasn't just the penetration of him, but the feel of his body heat. The skin on skin contact of him on top of her.

It was fortunate he had thought enough in advance to tie her up, and to tie her up well. She tried to free her hands. Free them so she could claw at him with her nails. Hit him. Hurt him.

"Oh God!" She screamed as he drove himself into her again. His body never fully leaving her own. "Arthur no!" She screamed as she legs flailed helplessly. Her hips bucking. As if she were a wild horse he was trying to break.

"That's not your safe word!" He growled into her ear which only made her scream further. His hips grinding harder into her as punishment.

To protect himself from her primal defenses, her pulled her bound hands over his neck and let them rest there. Giving the appearance she wanted to hold him close to her. Now there was no barrier between the two lovers. He fucked her savagely. Her screams and moans of resistance, but no safe word. Soon enough she wasn't screaming at all.

~She was still awake. Her eyes closed as Arthur felt his climax come over him. He callously emptied his seed into her. Where it belonged. She gave a soft whimper and smile at this. He could tell she loved the feel of his hot ejaculate inside her.

"Ariadne?" He asked. A smile on his sweaty face. "You did it." His voice was pleased. She had made it through this journey with him. She didn't respond.

"Ariadne?" He asked again. His voice worried. He shook her gently. Trying to rouse her. "Ariadne!" He shouted. Her lovely eyes snapped open.
"Thank God." He whispered kissing her. "Are you alright?" He asked. Her face looked calm and peaceful. She smiled at him. Her lovely hands still bound around his neck.

"Yes Sir." She said with a voice weak from screaming. "I'm... really good."

He kissed her on the lips for the first time. Breaking his own rules. As soon as he was well rested, he would break them all. He would make love to her.

"That's the zen place I told you about." He said in a reverent whisper. Knowing where she had escaped to. "The place where pleasure is so intense, it takes you... somewhere else." He smiled down at her. He lifted her bound hands off from around her neck and made to untie them.

"Arthur..." She said weakly. "Don't untie me. Please." He turned to look at her. Surprised. She met his gaze.

"Leave me tied up. Sir." She asked again. A smile spreading over her lovely face.

~End~

I realize not everyone may find this kind of Erotica enjoyable, but I do. I can respect the fact that many woman feel it's demeaning to gain sexual satisfaction in restraining a woman. That only sick, sadistic people are into BDSM or D/s. Not true.

This is a game. Nothing more. I think as a modern society we have emasculated our men. Made them feel ashamed to be men and that has caused intimacy issues.

Sexually, a man should feel free to be the man and give the woman the feeling of safety and love only he can give her.

BDSM and D/s can help him feel like a strong and capable man and make a woman feel very loved and protected, if it's done right.