From cc002050@DELETE_THIS.mindspring.com Sun Jan 19 22:58:37 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.enemas,alt.sex.stories Subject: REPOST: Healing Jess pt4 From: cc002050@DELETE_THIS.mindspring.com (Rufus T. Firefly) Date: Mon, 20 Jan 1997 03:58:37 GMT Healing Jess Part 8 By: Liette Kevin was just signing off on the legal summary for his new office complex when the door to his study opened. He glanced up and was surprised to find Jessica approaching with a tray. He had checked on her a little over half an hour ago and had found her curled up with a purring Trinity, fast asleep in front of the Honeymooners. "What are doing up, baby?" he asked, smiling to show it wasn't meant as disapproval. She smiled back and set the tray on his desk. It held a china pot, two matching cups, and small plate of oatmeal cookies and oreos. "I was thirsty and thought you might be ready for a cup of tea too." Ever thoughtful, his little Jess. While she poured the tea he took an oreo and unscrewed it to lap at the creamy filling. Jessica laughed at him and started to pull up a chair, but he gestured her to his lap instead. Settling in, Jessica sampled the oatmeal. Good girl, he thought, washing his down. He could imagine how hard it was for her to turn down her favorite, but chocolate was strictly forbidden at the moment. "How is it going?" Jessica asked, wiping the crumbs from her lips and tipping her head toward his documents. "Actually, I just finished. In more ways than one. This is the last summary before we go to construction." "The Walnut Street complex?" she asked with new interest. He nodded and tapped the stack of pages. "If all goes well, we should be laying the foundation by early December." "That's the best news I've heard all year," she smiled happily, leaning back to kiss his cheek. "When can we move in?" Kevin laughed at her eagerness. Walnut Street was to be the new location of her rapidly expanding art gallery. He had promised her a prominent block of first floor suites and had even gone to great pains to bully his designers into making them a masterpiece of interconnecting warrens with more than the normal amount of wall space. She had alternately laughed and cried the first time she had seen the blueprints. "Are you that eager for more work?" he teased, understanding the immensity of the undertaking. Jessica groaned good naturedly. "As if I didn't have enough already. With Glen Hesh giving his showing at the end of the month, the next two weeks are going to be sheer chaos." Kevin's good spirits took a nose dive immediately. Damn it! Didn't she ever listen for longer than a heartbeat? He grimaced at having to be the one to remind her. "Jess," he began, silently praying for the strength to keep his patience. "Did you listen to Marcus at all?" "What do you mean?" She scooted to the edge of his knee to face him, perplexity creasing her delicate brow. "I mean that Marcus said it was important for you to avoid excessive stress until your system adjusts to the medication. He also said it's going to make you tired and that you'll need plenty of rest. Now, considering the gallery always wears you down and stresses you out, there is no way that you're going into work next week." "What?" Jessica nearly jumped to her feet before he stopped her. "Kevin, that's absurd. I can't possibly be gone for a week, especially now, not with the Hesh showing coming up. There's too much to do." "And too much to irritate you're condition," he pointed out. "Besides, you wouldn't last a full day." "I'll make it just fine." Jessica was beginning to get angry now. Not a wise move considering is own blossoming temper. "Jessica." Kevin tried to reason with her, hoping to avoid a lengthy battle. "You'll be ready to drop after the first few hours and there's no reason for it. You're always telling me that your assistant, what's her name? Janet?, can run the place with her hands tied behind her back. "Forget it, Kevin." Jessica refused to listen. "I'm not going to put that burden on her. That wouldn't be fair." Well, maybe now was as good a time as any to tell her, Kevin thought. "You don't have to," he informed her. "I've already called to tell her you won't be coming in and she said she was glad you were finally showing good sense and that she would take care of everything." "You what?" Jessica fairly screamed. "How could you? You didn't even...." "You're not going, Jess," he interrupted firmly. "Yes I am," she declared. "There's no reason I shouldn't. I've managed just fine today." "Oh, really?" he chided. "And tell me, just how many hours have you slept today?" "That isn't the same." "No, it's not," he agreed. "After tomorrow's treatment you'll probably spend the next day in bed." "No!" Jessica gave the startled cry and jumped up, managing to free herself this time. "Marcus didn't tell me that." "He didn't tell you or you didn't hear?" Kevin accused, gaining his feet as well. "What is that supposed to mean?" Taking a deep breath, Kevin struggled to stay calm. It was difficult. This was the very reason he was doing all this in the first place. "You don't listen, Jess," he explained evenly. "That's your problem. As soon as someone says something you don't want to hear you just tune the rest out, regardless of the consequences." His wife's face paled with fury and she opened her mouth, but an instant later she closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. "I am not going to argue about that right now. It's completely beside the point. The point is that I can't do this." She skirted the desk and headed for the door, the firm globes of her bottom jostling beneath the green satin of her shirt. "What are you saying, Jess?" Kevin was unwilling let desire distract him. He was too angry. Her hand was on the knob and she didn't look back. "That I've had enough. I'm not taking anymore of Marcus' treatments, Kevin, and I am going to the gallery. After the Hesh showing I'll see someone else and.... Jessica had started to open the door, but the sudden immovable weight of Kevin's hand stopped it at a mere few inches. "You don't seem to understand, Jess," he breathed in her ear, in a voice of suppressed fury. "You don't have a choice." Jessica tried to spin, to confront him, but his body pressed her's to the wood, keeping her pinned and reminding her of her helplessness against his strength. "Don't try to fight me on this, baby," he continued, accentuating each word. "You'll only make it harder on yourself. You aren't well, whether you like that or not, and if you can't be trusted to do anything about it, then I'll take any measure necessary to make sure someone else does." "Let me go!" Jessica hissed, unwilling to accept the sense of defeat that was already washing over her. She wouldn't give in. She just wouldn't. "Only when you swear to Daddy that you'll be good and obey him." "No!" Jessica ignored caution and tried vainly to pull at the door. "I've done enough. This is serious, Kevin...." "Yes, it is!" he declared, releasing the door so suddenly it knocked her off balance. Kevin had planned it that way. He took advantage and threw his arm around her waist, lifting her, bent in half, like an insignificant sack of flour. Jessica tried to kick free, finally grabbing the door frame in desperation. Muttering annoyance, Kevin crouched and pried her fingers from the wood. Slapping her hands down, he then threw her up over his shoulder, far enough so that her hips rested on the bone and her face bounced against the small of his back, and headed for the stairs. "I have had about enough of your behavior," Kevin stated flatly, trudging up the steps none to gently. "In trying to keep you happy, it would seem that I've been far too lenient. I've neglected your punishment, but now I'm going to have to remedy that. It's time I gave you a lesson you won't soon forget, Jess. Maybe then you'll stop acting like an infant." His declarations sent a thrill of panic through Jessica and she began to struggle in ernest, shrieking curses. "Keep it up!" Kevin bellowed over her. "And for every foul word you use I'll add to what you've already earned." Furious, Jessica swore in defiance. "That's five," Kevin counted. "Six. Nine." At eleven Jessica finally stopped, but only because she was out of breath. She would be glad for that later. By the time she had regained some of her wind, Kevin had reached their bedroom door. He locked the door immediately behind them and went straight to the linen closet in the bathroom where his "bag of tricks" was currently stored. He fished inside and then carried her to the bed where he dropped her on her back. Jessica instantly rolled away, but Kevin had anticipated that and seized her arm, snapping a handcuff around her wrist. Before she knew it her other wrist was bound and both were captive behind her. To complete the task, Kevin then snapped an additional pair around the chain between the first and secured it to the post at the head of the bed. "That should hold you for the moment," he announced, backing off to watch her struggle. He smiled wickedly. "Don't go away now." Kevin left the room then, locking the door behind him. "Damn you!" Jessica hissed after him. She stood on the bed, running the cuffs up and down the post in the vain hope that it would miraculously give way. Of course it wouldn't and she soon sat down again. "What now?" she murmured, knowing she had little time. Suddenly she recalled a tidbit of information that she had discovered long ago, strictly by accident, that could prove to be her salvation. The spare keys. For the sake of safety Kevin had hidden a set of spare keys - to the house, bedrooms, cuffs, toy box, everything - in the back of the nightstand drawer. His nightstand, on his side of the bed. The side she was tied to! Praising luck, Jessica wiggled around and extended her foot to curl agile toes around the drawer's handle. She pulled it out and then set to work burrowing through paperbacks and letter writing materials, until her toes touched something cold and metallic. She probed deeper, almost catching the ring. Another second and.... A hand seized her ankle and pulled her foot so quickly she rapped her head on the bedpost. "Found those, did you?" Kevin's voice rang through her disorientation. Jessica regained her senses just time to see her husband pull the ring and all its jangling, precious keys from its previously secret hiding place. Miserably, she watched them disappear into his pocket. "You're quite resourceful, Jess," he said with a wicked smile, shaking his head at her. "And you can believe that it won't go unrewarded." "Damn you, Kevin Kenhill!" she snarled, furious with herself for not hearing him come in and lunging at him in vain. "You...." "That's twelve," he cut her off. At the same time, he reached back into his pocket and removed the ball gag. "Now open up, baby, unless you want to make it... shall we say.... seventeen?" Jessica clamped her jaws shut. "Alright, seventeen. Do you want to try for twenty-two?" She didn't know what his counting was being applied to, but his wry grin was ample warning. Jessica reluctantly opened her mouth. "That's it," Kevin beamed. "Daddy's girl is learning." The gag slipped into her mouth before she dared risk another oath and the band was tightened around her head. Next, the blindfold he must have retrieved from downstairs appeared and was tied over her eyes. Blind and mute, Jessica listened to her husband move about the room. "Let's see," he murmured, making rustling noises. "Here we go. Ok, baby, stand up off the bed." Sulking, she did and waited. There were sounds of the bed being stripped and then Kevin was pushing her down again, on nothing but the fitted sheet. "Put you're legs on the bed." As soon as she was reclined against the post the soft leather straps were fastened around her ankles. Kevin then worked his arms behind her and attached another set to her wrists, working under the cuffs. When he was finished with that he released her from the post, still in the first set of cuffs, and rolled her to her stomach, pushing her to the center of the bed. Only after he had spread her legs and tied them on short leads did he undo the cuffs and tie her arms. On her stomach and helplessly spreadeagled, Jessica begin to sob. It turned to muffled protests when her nightshirt was pushed up past her waist and a pillow was slipped beneath her hips, lifting and spreading her bottom. "Now there's a pretty picture," Kevin laughed. It was followed by the unmistakable click and whirr of their polaroid. "Mmmmmf!" Jessica screamed, fear giving way to fury. How degrading! Ignoring her beyond the point of absently stroking her bottom, Kevin mused to himself, "I think I'll title this one 'before'." Before? What the hell was he planning to do? Jessica squirmed in dread. "Be still," Kevin commanded, smacking her behind. "Now let's see. You've already been spanked, and paddled. What will Daddy do next?" Dread turned to fear again and Jessica jerked uselessly. He really was going to punish her. Seriously! He had only done that once, the time she had ignored his warnings at the Goldsmith's christmas party, had a little too much champaign, and flirted with one of his business cronies. Too tipsy to recall that the man was a dangerous leacher, she had naively let him draw her to a back room where he had nearly managed to take her dress from her. Fortunately, Kevin had been alert enough to follow and had knocked the drunk cold, but he was furious. The whipping she'd received, after his staggering lecture, was one that she would never be able to forget. Lost in the memory, Jessica nearly jumped from her skin when something tapped her bottom. "Paying attention?" Kevin asked, letting the object rest across her cheeks. She recognized it instantly. The riding crop! Falling into tears, Jessica cried muffled pleas, willing to swear she would never cross him again if he would just reconsider. Nothing hurt like the crop! "Too late," he said, as if reading her thoughts. "Now, let me see. I think twenty strokes will be enough to cover your willful behavior and refusal to take care of yourself, but there's also the seventeen for your foul mouth and disobedience. That's thirty-seven all together, baby." Jessica wailed into the gag. He was going to kill her! But Kevin Kenhill would never brutalize his wife. When the first stoke fell it cut across her right cheek hard enough to leave a stinging red mark, but not so viciously that it actually raised a welt. "MMMF!" Jessica cried, feeling the sting radiate up her back and down to her toes. "That's good, baby. Count each one for Daddy." Three more blows feel in rapid succession, cutting the air with a whine, crisscrossing the same tortured cheek. Jessica's responsive cry was long and piercing despite the muffling effects of the gag. It was also a mistake from Kevin's point of view. The strokes stopped suddenly, but the tip of the crop tapped thoughtfully against her bottom. "You're not doing it right, baby," he pointed out, sounding vaguely impatient. "Do you want me to repeat them?" "Mmmnnnn!" she protested, shaking her head hard enough to make herself dizzy. "Well, then...." "Mmmf! Mmmf! Mmmf!" Jessica dutifully cried the missing count, sobbing at the trails of fire he had ignited. The velvety blindfold was now damp and clinging. Kevin praised her and resumed his work, giving due attention to her left cheek and then jumping irregularly between them, lashing steadily until the count had reached twenty-six. "Mmmfmmmf!" Jessica whimpered the last. Her rear was completely ablaze now, the remnants of each stroke pulsing hotly with a fiery life of their own. Her wrists and ankles joined the symphony with a pain uniquely theirs, chaffed from all her twisting. "Only ten more," Kevin supplied, slightly breathless. His hand touched her agonized globes, making her flinch and weep harder into the sodden blindfold. "Too many I think," he speculated, drawing away. "Do you think you've learned your lesson?" Praying that he was serious, Jessica violently nodded her head, accenting it with muffled agreement. "No more swearing?" She was so relieved she didn't think quickly enough to respond. Whack! The crop landed vertically between her cheeks, igniting her sensitive anus and stinging the exposed part of her sex. "MMMMMF!" she shrieked. "Twenty-seven," Kevin agreed. "If you don't have an answer, Jess, I can keep going." Jessica shook her head wildly. "Good girl, that's what I want to see," Kevin praised. He left her then, she could hear his footsteps on the carpet, but he returned a moment later, his presence making itself known by another click and whirr of the camera. "This one is 'after'," he declared. "And would you just look at that color." Defeated by pain and humiliation, Jessica lay limp and said nothing. Presently, after various sounds of coming and going, Jessica felt the bed shift and realized Kevin had come to sit beside her. A moment later she felt the wondrous coolness of lotion being squeezed on each of her burning cheeks. Kevin smoothed the cream all around and then down her cleft, careful not to apply too much pressure, and even mercifully gave up the traditional patting. "Lie still for a while," he said kindly, leaving the bed. His lips brushed her temple. "Just try to rest. Daddy's going to go find his angel some dinner." After what she'd just experienced, Jessica would have said that she wasn't hungry, but when the door opened again, a long while later, the rich scent of food made her stomach growl noisily. "Hungry, baby?" By the humor in his voice, Kevin had obviously heard. Jessica was untied, the straps removed completely, and allowed to roll on her back where he leaned her against a pillow. He took the gag from her mouth and didn't retie her, but he refused to remove the blindfold. Her bottom still hurt, making her shift uncomfortably, but the promise of what he was offering made it seem suddenly insignificant. "Open up," he said, sitting on the bed beside her. The food he brought was a rich brothy stew, filled with the scant amount of beef she was allowed, but plentiful with vegetables. He fed her slowly and efficiently, neither dallying nor spilling a single drop. When the last scrape to the bottom of the bowl was made, her meal was washed down with a rare taste of creamy milk. Sated and drowsy, Jessica sighed and lay back, hoping he was finished with her and would allow her to go to bed. "Daddy's baby is tired, isn't she?" Kevin asked sweetly, trailing his fingers lightly over the blindfold and down her cheek. "Very," Jessica agreed in a murmur. "In that case," Kevin said more briskly. "I think I can be persuaded to postpone the rest until tomorrow." "The rest?" Some of her drowsiness abated. She certainly didn't like the sound of that. "Well, you've already had your punishment, and you did very well I might add, but that was just the beginning. Tomorrow I think it's time we got down to business and worked on discipline." "Oh no, Kevin!" Jessica immediatly sat up, fully awake. Discipline was the worst possible of lessons. With all his loving consideration, she had hoped she had escaped the possibility. "It's for your own good, baby," Kevin insisted, in a voice that said he wouldn't be swayed. At the same time he gripped her shoulders and started to push her back. "Please," she begged, straining against him, prepared to plead shamelessly. "Forget it, Jess." He tightened his fingers. "It won't work and if you don't stop now I may just decide to start with the ten strokes you still owe me." He was serious and, already sore, she relented. If she obeyed now maybe, just maybe, she could sway him tomorrow. She collapsed back in apparent defeat. "You can try," Kevin said, knowing her too well. "But either way you still need some sleep. Lie all the way down now." Jessica squirmed down and laid flat, her head cradled in the pillow. "Stomach?" she suggested. "Not tonight, baby." That figured, but she knew better than to argue. She stayed still on her back and didn't protest when the straps were refastened, not until he pulled them tight, spreading her completely. "I can't sleep like this," she objected, testing the tightness of the bindings and finding she could barely move. "Oh, you'll sleep," he laughed confidently. Worried about his smugness, Jessica was helpless to do anything but wait. Presently, Kevin's hand patted her hip. "Lift up for Daddy, angel." She didn't want to, suspecting his intent, but raised her bottom anyway. Sure enough another diaper was slipped beneath her. This time, however, Kevin didn't fasten it. "Hummmm. We can't have Daddy's baby getting a rash," he said almost to himself, running his hand over her naked pubis. "How about a little baby oil?" It was all for her benefit. Kevin already knew what he was going to do. Even as he spoke, Jessica felt the first oily drops dribble over her mound and trickle downward. The oil was cool and tickled her sensitive exposed parts, making her squirm. Kevin responded by increasing the flow until she was slick from the thin riverlets. Laughing, Kevin didn't stop until she was completely bathed in the stuff, to the point where it had started to trail over her unprotected anus. There was a moment's pause, as he presumably discarded the bottle, and then his warm hand was cupping her. "We have to make sure you're well coated," he teased, running his fingers over her lips and down between them. Moaning, Jessica pressed her head back into the pillow. His slow firm movements, seductively pressuring the edges of her aroused sex, were driving her wild with desire. He worked diligently, his fingers massaging and caressing the oil into all of her folds and crevices, but never quite reached her sensitive nub. "Oh God!" Jessica begged, squirming as best she could to urge him further. Her husband laughed deeply and responded by slowly, sensually, slipping his index finger inside of her. Jessica groaned and bit her lip. Moving the digit in and out, spreading the warming oil to mix with her own hot juices, Kevin murmured appreciation at her uncontrollable undulations, but refused her any respite. For a long while he continued to tease her, eventually adding his thumb and forefinger to the fray to brush and roll her swollen clit. Jessica moaned, begging him to yield enough pressure to release the tide of pleasure building within. But Kevin wasn't finished with her yet. As soon as she was on the verge of cumming, her body racked and shaking with blissful anticipation, he suddenly withdrew his fingers. "Please!" she whimpered, bucking her hips in a desperate attempt to resume the contact. Kevin had no such intention. "I'd say you're oiled enough now," he laughed, leisurely pulling up the diaper and fastening the tabs. Half out of her mind with need, Jessica writhed and sobbed. "No! Please, Kevin! Please don't leave me like this!" "What is it, baby?" he asked casually, placing his hand ever so lightly on the front of the diaper. "Does my angel need something from her Daddy?" Jessica jumped at the contact and rolled her hips. "Please," she sobbed, knowing what he wanted, but not wanting to say it. "You have to ask Daddy," Kevin prompted, wiggling his fingers. "Tell him what you want." Humiliated, but helpless against the fire of desire, she had no choice but surrender. "Please, Daddy," she chocked, hating her weakness. "Please make me cumm." With a soft laugh, Kevin rewarded her, but not in a way she appreciated. Instead on slipping his fingers into the lining and caressing her to fulfillment, he ran his hand firmly up and down over the diaper, digging his fingers in to achieve the maximum pressure, deliberately bringing her to pleasure with the very object of her misery. "No! Oh, God!" Jessica screamed, trying vainly to deny his manipulations. It was no use. She was too close to the edge. "No! Oh! Aaaah! Aaaah! Noooooaaaaahhhhhhh! Jessica arched against the limited range of her bindings, lost in a torrent of emotional agony and physical pleasure. She sobbed, and convulsed, and screamed, until, shaking violently, she dropped back into a haze of misty blackness. "Oh, baby, that was beautiful," Kevin breathed, bathing her face in shower of loving kisses. Jessica was too dazed and too numb with exhaustion to utter a sound. "Baby?" Kevin patted her face. "Jess?" "Mmmmm," she finally managed against the pull of oblivion "Are you still with me?" Another pat touched her face, almost a slap. "Mummmm?" she whimpered "That's my girl," her husband murmured, still sounding pleased. "Now, I'm going to be sleeping in here tonight, but not until later. I don't want to startle you, alright?" "Mummmmm." She dimly understood. He stood and kissed her forehead. "Think you can sleep now?" he asked, teasing. Already halfway there, Jessica nodded sleepily. "Good," Kevin murmured, lacing it with ominous promise. "You're going to need your rest, angel." End of Chapter 5 Healing Jess Part 9 By: Liette Jessica woke abruptly from a dead sleep to the feel of something being pushed into her bottom. What? she started to cry, but it came out as a strangled, muffled groan, the gag in her mouth obliterating coherency. She inhaled sharply through her nose, realizing that she was on her stomach, blindfolded, forcibly muted, and bound in a taut, naked spreadeagle. "You're awake. Good." Kevin's voice intruded crisply. This was no loving greeting. At the same time the object within her wiggled and she realized it was his finger. "Don't tense up on me, Jess," her husband commanded against her involuntary movements. His fingers pinched her bottom painfully. "I'm taking your temperature and I want you to be perfectly still." Overcoming initial shock, Jessica buried her face in the bed, removed of her pillow, and gave a deep mournful sob. He was going to do it, she knew beyond all doubts. He had already started. He was going to discipline her. "Don't start," he commanded harshly. Another pinch made her choke the tears back. "That's better," he responded, pulling his finger from within her and instantly replacing it with the cold glass thermometer. "Now behave and don't move." There were no kisses this time, no comfort. Jessica was left to endure her humiliation alone. Long minutes later, Kevin returned and retrieved the thermometer, pulling it out in one swift motion. No words passed, only the faint scratch of pen on paper, and then he was holding her wrist. Undoing the first of the four ties that held her, Kevin didn't release her for an instant. The soft strap slipped away, but was replaced immediately by a broad, stiff leather cuff that reached halfway up her forearm. "Mmmmm," Jessica pleaded tearfully. She knew where all this was leading and wanted desperately to escape it. "No more, Jess," Kevin ordered instantly, his fingers tightening like steel bands. "I don't want to hear it. You are not speak unless I tell you to. Understood?" The pressure on her arm increased until Jessica nodded. He was serious and there was nothing she could do to stop him. Protest would only give her more to endure. Kevin dropped her arm and went around the bed to seize the other. It too was freed and secured in a leather cuff, but he didn't drop it. Instead, he reached across her and took the first, binding the two together with a pair of clips. Miserable, Jessica wanted to at least stretch her arms to get more comfortable, but he wasn't going to allow it. Pulling them forward he dragged her toward the end of the bed, not stopping until her bottom was at the edge and her knees were bent and spread uncomfortably. When she was finally where he wanted her, he pulled her captive arms high over her head and secured them to something he must have already attached to the head of the bed. She knew better than to try and drag herself back. "Hummm, not good enough," Kevin murmured, tracing a finger along the inside of her strained and trembling thigh. "I think maybe I should use the slings this time." It took all of her will for Jessica not to give voice to the wail building inside of her. Oh, God! He wasn't going to show her any mercy! Sure enough, after a lot of noise and jostling, Jessica felt her husband take her ankle. When it was free, her first instinct was to kick out, but she instantly quelled it. He would do far worse if she did. Numb with dread, she didn't resist when he lifted her leg and bent her knee back, slipping her foot and calf into a rough canvas sling. From experience, she knew that it was dangling from the joint connecting the far corner of the canopy. The setup offered her little room for movement, but just to be sure, Kevin raised her leg with one hand, creating a degree of slack, and tightened a series of laces with the other, sealing the lower end of the sling tightly around her leg. He then repeated the entire procedure on her other leg. When Kevin was finished, Jessica was dangling from her lower extremities, her upper body stretched across the pillows he'd placed under the small of her back and curve of her neck. Her bottom was raised several inches and her entire nether region was mercilessly exposed and spread. Just the way he wanted it. Standing at the end of the bed, Kevin viewed his work with satisfaction. His poor little angel was completely and utterly helpless now and hating every minute of it. Which was part of the whole purpose, he reflected. It was difficult for him not to relent, touched by the sight of her unhappiness, but his own self-dictated rules allowed him no room to comfort her. Such kindness would only put to risk all he hoped to accomplish, and right now she needed the full impact of this lesson more than anything else. She needed to learn. Studying Jessica's spread form, Kevin recalled that he had only done this twice in their years of marriage and only because he had felt that such extremes were necessary. Still, he couldn't deny the warmth that built in his loins at seeing his wife this way. In this state there was nothing she could hide from him. Hotly, his gaze traveled over her beautiful taut breasts, the rosy nipples standing erect with fear and anticipation, down the flat of her stomach, quivering now ever so slightly, and still down further until it had settled between her wide spread legs. He could see it all this way. Her smooth shorn mound, her naked layered folds, her sweetly vulnerable clit, her soft yielding entrance. All of it, all in its glistening glory, still slick with last night's baby oil. All the way down to her bare, winking little anus. For a long torturous minute all he could think was how very much he would love to take it all into his mouth, warming and wetting it with long slow strokes of his tongue. But he couldn't, not yet. He gave his head a firm shake to dispel the image. Perhaps when he was done.... Suppressing his lustful urges, Kevin gathered his wits and pulled the metal framed vanity chair to set it just at the end of the bed, right in front of her unwilling offering. He had already moved the chest that normally sat there off to one side, but had kept it within easy reach. Its glossy surface was now laid with all of his assorted "equipment". Smiling, Kevin decided he was ready to begin. Surveying his stock, Kevin's gaze fell first to the nearest end of the chest. Resting on a cloth mat that protected the fine wood beneath, two bowls sat side by side. Both were metal, one covered in a sheen of dew that hinted at the chill of the ice water within, the other was wrapped in a mist of steam. He dipped his fingers in the latter. Not too hot, he mused silently, pleased that it had cooled enough in the past fifteen minutes. This was a new idea and he was eager to test it. He picked up an orange sponge and dropped it in. Depositing a blue one in the other, he smiled at the cold droplets that spattered his hand and watched it darken as it sank below the surface of ice cubes and expanded. He had picked these particular sponges purposely, for the large capacity of their pores. While he waited for his prizes to absorb and fill, Kevin turned his attention back to his wife. She lay still and tense, spread and dangling, waiting helplessly for what he would inflict on her. So vulnerable, he thought, feeling a slight tremor shoot through his heart. He loved her so very, very.... Resisting the urge to take advantage and fondle her affectionately, he quickly reached for the towels he had placed on the floor and efficiently tucked one beneath her bottom. She jumped slightly, her legs swaying, but didn't utter a sound. Soon, baby, he thought, anticipation overcoming his momentary lapse. He reached for the orange sponge. Shaking it a few times over the bowl to remove any betraying droplets, he then brought it, heavy and full, and set lightly on her naked mound. Jessica made a soft sound at the heat, but didn't squirm until he pressed it firmly, releasing a wash of hot water to spill over and between her defenseless lips. "Mmmmm," she whimpered when the first riverlet pooled against her moist opening. Due to the angle it passed over quickly, trickling in a steam down her open cleft until it slowed, bathing her anus, and dribbled onto the towel. At the first touch of the water on her puckered rose, the tight ring of muscles began to wink spastically, trying vainly to fend off the assault. Kevin's response was to squeeze the sponge more tightly, renewing the flow. Dear God! he thought, watching her tight back entrance flex and twitch. He would like nothing more than to open it for her, to allow the warm river an alternate passage, but that was out of the question at the moment. Kevin had come too far to allow such manipulation to take on a negative context. He would indulge later perhaps, secretly, during her next treatment. Until then, he would just have to control himself. With that thought in mind and all too aware of the bulge growing beneath his sweatpants, Kevin tried to school his urges and lifted the sponge from her. Setting it on the towel, he inserted his fingers and tenderly parted her lips. Leaning forward he blew gently all up and down her glistening folds. Squirming at the chill, Jessica moaned deep and low. "Not a sound," Kevin warned sternly, flicking his index finger sharply against her clit. She jumped and quieted. "Good girl," he praised enthusiastically, retrieving the sponge. It was light now, the bulk of the water gone, but still damp enough to be useful. He brought it back to her mound and began to wipe at her in short firm strokes. He could feel her body tense with each new contact, but ignored this as he continued down between her lips, over and around her sex, and then down to swab around her anus, removing all traces of the oil. When Jessica was good and clean, Kevin sat back and watched her. He knew what his manipulation could do to her and the moment he saw the first signs of betrayal he smiled to himself in silent triumph. "You're doing well, baby," he told her. Then forcing a more discouraging voice, "But Daddy doesn't like this." As he spoke, he pressed his forefinger into her sex and pulled it out to trace the moistness up her thigh. "Maybe you should cool down for a while." Confident, Kevin pulled all the way back then, with all the impression that he was going to leave her be, and watched her unknowingly relax. Just as he had known she would. Grinning devilishly, he reached for the blue sponge. Shaking it out, with extreme care not to inadvertently betray his charade, Kevin brought his instrument of torment to hover several inches over her puffy, moistened lips. Then, suddenly and without warning, he wrung it with both hands, releasing a torrent of liquid torture. "MMMMMMM!" Jessica bucked and rocked under the onslaught of frigid water. Her arms jerked and strained against the V'd straps that stretched her cuffed wrists to the head of the bed. At the same time her legs kicked, swinging wildly above his head. Kevin merely nodded his satisfaction and ducked away, watching her writhe several inches backward, vainly trying to flee. He let her go without comment and in moments she had retreated as far as the limits of her bindings would allow. Content with the effect, Kevin decided to ingrain in his wife's mind just how truly helpless she really was. Dipping the sponge back amid the ice cubes, he pulled it out, dripping and heavy, and cradled it in his hand. Without a thought to mercy, he then bent carefully forward again and cupped it firmly, right between her legs. The water was no less frigid and under the pressure of his fingers filled her every crevice. "MMMF! MMMMM!" Jessica grunted and spasmed, thrashing wildly as she discovered she had no where else to run. "Not a sound!" Kevin ordered, using his free hand to slap the exposed side of her buttocks. "Do you want me to get the crop?" Jessica's cries instantly whimpered into silence, but she continued to writhe as he pressed the last drops of water against her bare skin. "Be still!" he commanded, gripping the back of her knee to help her. "If you don't settle down this instant, Jessica Marie, I will tie you down in the tub and give you an ice bath." It was an idea born of inspiration and did the job better than any threat had done before. Jessica froze instantly, her body jerking to a stop, rigid from head to toe. Wonderful! Kevin gloated silently. Not that he would ever do such a thing, not now when she wasn't completely well. He would never subject her already weakened system to something that could so easily make her ill. But she didn't need to know that. "Very good," he continued more evenly, knowing she was hanging on his every word. "That was lesson one, baby. Now let's see if Daddy's little girl has learned anything about control." All but voicing his intent, Kevin let Jessica stew a moment in dreadful anticipation before filling the sponge again and repeating what he'd just done. There was no sound this time, no violent movements, only a trembling in her legs and rippling in stomach muscles that betrayed her discomfort. Pleased, Kevin discarded the blue sponge and retrieved the orange. Wringing it out, he draped it gently over her reddened folds. Soothed by the relief, some of the tension eased from Jessica's stiff frame. "That was very good, baby," Kevin rewarded her, secretly glad he could offer her a tiny respite. "But now that you're clean on the outside, Daddy wants to do the inside too." Jessica moaned into her gag and he patted her leg. "Remember what you've learned," he warned. Leaving his wife to stew again, Kevin tossed the sponges away and picked up an empty douche. It was a small clear plastic bottle with a separate angled spout, not unlike her medication applicator, that could be screwed on once the container had been filled. Tossing the plastic cylinder between his hands, he pondered the two bowls. Presently, he dropped the spout in the hot water and immersed the bottle in the cold. When the container was full he dried the outside, already chilled, and screwed the warmed nozzle on top. Smearing the spout with K-Y, he turned back to his wife. At the first touch of his fingers on the edges of her moist entrance, Jessica started, but quickly stilled. Silently praising her control, he parted the delicate folds and slowly slipped the nozzle in as deep as it would go. Feeling the warmth, she unsuspectingly relaxed. Poor Jess, Kevin thought with a pang of guilt. His conscious wasn't plagued enough, however, to keep him from inverting the bottle and quickly giving it a firm squeeze. Jessica's body heaved and arched in involuntary response to the icy water that mercilessly flooded her moist hot depths. Watching her jaw clamp violently, Kevin could almost hear the hiss as the frigid liquid quenched the growing fires within. Lukewarm from its journey, the water soon began to escape around his hand, forcibly expelled onto the already sodden towel. Rolling her head from side to side, Jessica began to sob. When the last of the water flushed out of her, Kevin quickly refilled the bottle, using the warm, and repeated the procedure more slowly. The relief he gave was intense. Collapsing back, Jessica sobbed more softly while her body began to tremble as she released the iron grip on her muscles. Laying the douche aside, Kevin stood and moved around the bed to sit beside his precious wife. Resisting the urge to stroke her brow in comfort, he settled for patting her head. "Exceptional," he praised, in the smooth tones of a satisfied parent. "You did very, very well, baby. You passed your first lesson with flying colors and that deserves a reward." To prove he wasn't lying, Kevin gently raised her head and removed the ball gag. Jessica breathed in deep ragged gasps, sobbing all the while. "Quiet down," Kevin instructed, keeping it soft so as not to drive her into a frenzy of tears. If he meant to continue it was important that he keep a careful balance. His unhappy little wife bit her lip and struggled to obey. Presently, she regained control again. "Very good, baby," he praised generously, wanting nothing more than to take her in his arms. He forced the urge down only with great effort. "See how much you've learned already?" There was no response, but he hadn't really expected one. Making sure his voice held just the right amount of authority, he used his fingers to tip her chin. "You're doing great, baby, so next we're going to work on expanding your control. First, though, I want to give you some breakfast. Now, I'm going to release your arms, but I don't want you to move them. Understand?" Jessica bit her lip again and nodded. Working efficiently, Kevin untied the leather straps and unclipped the cuffs. He paused for a moment, tempting her to disobey, but she only waited. Pleased, he pulled her arms forward and helped her to sit, slipping behind her to prop her in an awkward V with his own body. "Are you hungry?" he asked kindly. To his surprise she answered that she was, a very tiny, hesitant "yes". Further heartened by her appetite, Kevin retrieved a thermos from the nightstand. Uncapping it, he poured some of the contents into the lid. It was leftover broth from the stew he'd made the night before and he knew it would go far in replenishing her. Steadying her with his arm, he tipped it to her lips. Jessica sipped tentatively at first, but discovering the rich flavor, began to drink greedily. He let her have her fill, almost three cups, before wiping her lips and setting the thermos aside again. "Lay back down now," he instructed, slipping out from behind her and easing her down. She did and, much to his relief and delight, stretched her arms back over her head. At this point, had she fought him in desperation or begged him to stop, he would have done so without hesitation. Patting her cheek by way of reward, Kevin clipped the cuffs back together and retied them to the straps. "We're going to start now, baby," he said, once he'd returned to his seat. "I'm not going to gag you this time, but I want you to remember everything you've learned." While Jessica shivered in fearful anticipation, Kevin scanned his assorted "tools". From here on out he planned to stick to routine, with minor variations or course, but with the same underlying theme. Two many wild diversions in one session would push the limits of her tolerance. When he finally decided that his wife had waited long enough, Kevin reached for a slim six inch flesh toned vibrator, no thicker than his thumb. Inverting it so that the tip was aimed at the floor, he gently laid it between her naked lips. "Do you know what this is?" he asked casually. Jessica nodded. "That's not the right response, baby," he warned, tapping her lightly with the instrument. "Y...yes, Daddy," she quickly stammered. "Very good. Now these are the rules. Daddy is going to do everything in his power to make you very, very hot, but you are not to cumm until he gives you permission. You can ask him to let you, beg if you want, but you are not, under any circumstance, to cumm until he tells you. If you do, Daddy will punish you severely and then start all over again until you finally get it right. Does my baby understand?" "Yes, Daddy," Jessica whispered. Kevin knew she did. His wife was already intimately familiar with his expectations and his seriousness about her absolute obedience. The first time he had disciplined her she had failed to listen and had indulged in pleasurable release the moment she had felt the urge. He had rewarded her accordingly, by keeping the vibrator mercilessly pressed to her sensitized clit until she had repeated her orgasm three more times. Afterward he had told her that that should take care of her desires and had begun her discipline again at square one. Weeping, she hadn't failed him again. "Alright then. We're going to begin," Kevin announced, casting a sidelong glance at the assortment of leather straps that could hold the instrument in place should it become necessary to leave it for an extended period of time. Shaking his head at his lack of faith, he quickly raised the vibrator and flicked the switch that would set it into motion. It sprang to life in his hand and he couldn't repress a grimace. These sessions were nearly as torturous for him. Already he was rock hard and throbbing, but knew he wouldn't allow himself release any sooner than he allowed her. Jessica might not realize it, but this was a lesson in control for both of them. Gripping the vibrator firmly, Kevin lowered it slowly to barely brush the quivering tip along the edges of her outer lips. "Ohhh!" Jessica jumped as if his touch had taken her by surprise. Kevin grinned and let the tip roll slowly down the edges of her folds, running it in tiny circles up and down her sex and then over the smooth curve of her mound. A thin sheen of dampness begin to spring from her hot center and Jessica began to shiver. When Kevin teasingly brought the tip to nestle it in the tiny fold just above flesh of her hood, her shivers turned to outright trembling. "Muuummmmm," Jessica moaned and wiggled her hips to try to force him lower. Kevin responded by withdrawing the vibrator and clicking it off. He sat back and waited for her to grow quiet again. When Jessica had stopped squirming, her trembles abated, he flicked the switch again and brought the tip back to tease deeper between her folds. Working in long seductive strokes, he soon had his little wife squirming again, and again he pulled back to wait. This went on for what must have seemed at eternity of his tormented little wife. Each time, Kevin grew bolder, touching her deeper, bringing her higher toward mindless pleasure, but at the last instant always denying her. Eventually, he began to intersperse his taunts with brief brushes to her engorged clit, causing her to pant and grunt in frustration. By the time he was ready to move on to something new, Jessica was shaking and twisting, her entire cleft glistening and damp. "P... please, Daddy," she pleaded when he withdrew the instrument, speaking for the first time since he had begun. "Please may I cumm?" Kevin couldn't help but laugh. "Baby, don't be silly. It's much too soon for that." Jessica groaned and rolled her head from side to side. Watching her, Kevin decided he had really gotten her worked up this time. She was so close to the edge now that he knew that she would never hold out if he continued. Best then to let her cool down for a while. Very quietly Kevin rose and headed for the bathroom. He had managed to put a leash on his own desires for the moment so he took advantage to relieve his bladder. Washing his hands, he studied himself in the mirror. He really did need a shave, but fingering the stubble, he decided it would have to wait. He didn't want his baby to get too cool. Continued..... Healing Jess Part 10 By: Liette Returning to his seat, Kevin pondered his options. Still wanting a shave and conscious of the fact that he hadn't had time to attend to any of his morning rituals, he decided it would be advantageous to continue with something that would give him some freedom without giving his wife any respite. Smiling devilishly, he reached for another of his recent purchases from Frawling's. Without a word, Kevin picked up the hot pink squeeze bottle and studiously read the label. All the while, Jessica lay quietly, having regained tentative control of her muscles and breathing. She was still aroused, however, her little clit swollen and twitching in the folds of her glistening lips. Yes, her precious little button, Kevin thought. Oh, so sensitive. His smile turned downright wicked. Dropping the bottle to his lap, he silently pulled on a pair of rubber surgical gloves. The jell he was about to apply to his wife was labeled "Dr. Tingle" and with good reason. Once it contacted with bare skin, the active ingredient would induce a tingling sensation that was not quite burning and not quite itching. Like thousands of tiny crawling insects, he recalled, having previously tested a smudge on the soft vulnerable skin of his wrist. Applied to even more sensitive regions, it would drive his wife insane. Retrieving the bottle and uncapping it, Kevin squeezed a dime sized dollop onto his finger. Leaning forward he almost touched her, but suddenly sat back. How nice it would be to tease her a bit, to pray on the advantages of anticipation to draw her endurance out to the very limits. He rose and went to sit by her side. Jessica started slightly at his unexpected presence and tipped her head in his direction. Kevin knew she was confused, not understanding his intentions, so he let her wonder for a moment before carefully bending to roll his tongue lightly over and around each of her wonderfully flushed breasts. "Mmmmmm, yesss," Jessica groaned, arching her back to meet him. Kevin pulled back and smiled at her. Her rosy nubs were erect now with pleasurable excitement. Dividing the dollop between both his forefingers he rolled each with his thumbs and then reached to pinch her nipples. Caressing them firmly, he liberally coated every inch of the dark pink circles. Jessica moaned deep in her throat. The jell would be pleasantly cool at first, he knew, and then.... "Ahhhhh?" Surprised, Jessica bucked and squirmed her shoulders in a vain attempt to escape the sudden and maddening sensation. A thousand insects were praying on her sensitive buttons and she could do nothing to stop them. Merrily, Kevin patted her head and stood. "Wait!" she shrieked after him. "Please! Don't! What is it?!" Leaving her twisting in confusion, Kevin ignored her pleas and went to have his shave. For nearly a minute, Jessica cries carried to him. When she realized the futility, however, she regressed into deep sobbing moans. Kevin listened with a smile for a while until the hum of his electric razor drowned them out. The jell would stay fully active for about twenty minutes, the instructions had said, and would eventually fade altogether in another ten. He took his time then and even washed and dried his hair. When he was finished he returned to find his wife limp and whimpering. "Did you like that, baby?" His sudden appearance made her jump. Jessica shook her head, too taxed to answer. "Shame on you," he reproved her immediately, running his finger up between her gentle folds. "Daddy thinks you liked it very much." He trailed his finger over her mound as proof. She was wetter now than when he had left her. Jessica squirmed and shook her head again. "It's too bad you feel you have to lie to me, baby," Kevin continued, silently amazed at her willpower. "Now Daddy has to prove that you aren't being honest." As he spoke Kevin pulled on the gloves again and reached for the bottle. When he sat on the edge of the bed, Jessica wept and tried to shift away from him. "Enough of that," Kevin commanded. "Lie still." "No more," she moaned. "Please, no more." Kevin ignored her pleas and squeezed a small dollop directly on each of her hard little nubs. She wailed and twitched, but he smoothed the jell all around to cover her thoroughly. Then he stood and went to stand between her legs. "You know what?" he asked casually over her growing sobs. "I think someone down here is getting jealous." Her cries chocked to sniffles as she struggled to understand his meaning. To make it clear, Kevin used his pinky, untainted by the lotion, to tap her clit. Jessica went into motion instantly. "No!" she shrieked, bucking and jerking in ernest. "Please, don't! Oh, God! Please, don't put it there!" But Kevin wasn't going to be moved. The renewed flow between her legs, soaking her sex, betrayed the truth in her protests. Like it or not she was extremely excited. Without answering her cries, Kevin squeezed a large dollop onto his finger and dabbed it delicately on her clit. "Noooooooo!" Jessica cried, convulsing. He let it sit a moment, long enough to grow fully active, and then lightly began caressing it in, coating the swollen bud and covering the sensitive hood. Then, wickedly, he began to rub her more firmly. "Oh, God!" she cried, rocking her hips. "P...please stop! Pleeeasseeee! Oh, please, let me cumm!" "Don't you dare!" Kevin shouted. It was the only way to penetrate her cries. He stopped his fondling and slapped her buttocks. "If you do, Jessica Marie, I'll know it and then I'll make you very sorry that you didn't listen to me!" "Y... you're leaving?!" she wailed, understanding his intent. "No! Please don't leave me like this! Please let me cumm!" She was writhing in spasms now, trapped by the tingling jell, and trying desperately to close her legs to defiantly induce her own orgasm. But she wouldn't be able to, Kevin knew, assessing her efforts. He had made sure of that the same way he had made sure she wasn't stimulated enough to tip herself over the edge without his help. Leaving her in misery, he left the room, locked the door on her sobbing pleas, and went in search of the Sunday paper. He would need all the distraction he could get to subdue his own demanding needs. Oh, God, she needed to...! That was the only coherent thought in Jessica's mind. At the moment her whole world was centered on the horribly denied desires between her legs. Even the maddening tingling that had consumed her nipples had faded in comparison to the light all consuming tickle below. "Uuunghhhh!" She rocked her hips from side to side, trying desperately brush her pulsing sex against the insides of her legs. She could make herself climax then, rub herself to completion. And she would, if only she could, threats or not. She didn't care that Kevin would punish her, that he would make her regret it. Her need was that great. But her efforts were futile. Kevin had spread her too widely and she only succeeded in wearing herself out. Panting and sobbing, Jessica continued to squirm until she eventually felt the intensity of the tingling begin to abate. At first she thought it was a product of her exhausted imagination, but in time it disappeared completely. Starting to breath easier, she began to think that she might just survive with her sanity intact after all. Then Kevin returned. "What's wrong, baby?" her husband asked innocently over the click of the lock, making her start violently. His voice moved closer. "You don't look like you're enjoying yourself anymore." Submerged in a rush of dread, Jessica jumped and squealed when his fingers danced along her soaked slit. Involuntarily her hips began to sway, trying to press his hand deeper. "No, no, baby," he laughed at her efforts, pulling back to keep only the barest contact. "P... Please," she whimpered. "Very soon," he responded, more gently than he had since her ordeal had begun, breathing hope into her like a waft of fresh air. "Just one more test, baby. If you pass that, then Daddy is going to let you go and then he's going to make love to you and give you all the satisfaction you need." That thought filled Jessica with a violent pulse of sheer joy, a sensation that surprisingly had little to do her current physical state. It was an emotional need he was attending to now. The need to find balance again, to stand on equal footing, to return to the normalcy of husband and wife. She wanted it so badly she was ready to surrender her immortal soul to whatever entity might be capable of giving her the strength to endure. "Would my baby like that?" Kevin asked, not knowing or not hinting that he knew the effect of what he was offering. "Y... yes, please," she begged. God, please, yes! "Alright then." Kevin was all business again and, by the location of his voice, sitting back between her legs. "This is going to be difficult, baby, but just hang on for Daddy." Extremely pleased with his wife's endurance, Kevin raked his eyes over the items on the chest. He had pushed her too quickly he decided, realizing how few of them had been used. Then again, the combination of the tingle cream and his new water torture had been more effective than he had foreseen. Combined, they had pushed her to the brink on a rocket and she had responded with more stamina than she had ever shown before. But now he intended to test that endurance. Since Jessica had already exceeded herself, Kevin knew he shouldn't and wouldn't punish her if she succumbed, but he hoped with all his heart that she would hold on. It wasn't just that he craved her personal success, it was also that he wanted to be with her, to hold her in his arms, when she finally received the glorious bliss she so richly deserved. And more importantly, he wanted it to be with him and not as a part of some strict lesson. Delivering a silent prayer, Kevin selected another vibrator, thicker than the last and ribbed, and rolled it up and down the sodden folds of her sex. Jessica moaned, but held steady. Once the length of it was thoroughly lubricated, he slowly began to slip it into the yielding folds of her moist hot center. She stretched around it, effortlessly taking it in, and when it was all the way, he flicked the switch that turned it on. "Ahhhhh!" Jessica's legs spasmed and twitched. Her body arched and shuddered. "Hang on, baby! Hang on!" Kevin coached, willing her every ounce of strength he possessed. Her tight inner lips flexed and clenched around the pulsing rod buried inside of her, but she didn't give in. "Good, baby!" Kevin praised. His manhood was rock hard again and throbbing with anticipation. He wanted badly to take her now, but.... "Only one more thing, baby. Just one more and you'll be done." Jessica groaned deep and low. "I... I can't! Please!" "It's alright. Just a little more. You can do it, baby." As he encouraged her, Kevin once more slipped on a glove. Retrieving another dollop of tingle cream, he gently rubbed it on her anus. "Ahhhhh! Goddddd!" Jessica screamed and bucked as the jell tingled to life. "I... I can't! Ohhh! Ohhhh Godddd! Pleassse! Pllleeeaaassseeee!" "Not yet!" Kevin yelled over her, stripping off the glove and knowing he had little time. "Wait for Daddy, baby! Wait for me!" Working deftly despite his desperation, Kevin pulled the vibrator from within her, trying to buy time, and tore out the laces that held her in the slings. He pulled her legs free as fast as he dared, careful not to stretch them too far too fast and quickly positioned himself to stop her from involuntarily closing them. Kneeling between her knees he balanced forward and snatched at her cuffs. Ignoring the straps, he removed them directly from her wrists. As soon as they were free her arms darted around his neck. "Please!" she begged, clinging to him and spreading desperate kisses over face and throat. "Nowwww!" Kevin didn't need any encouragement, in one quick motion he thrust forward, penetrating her welcoming center deeply and forcefully. "Pleeaaassssseee!" she wailed again, her body trembling convulsively with need, her deepest folds rippling and caressing him to madness. Nearly lost, it took Kevin a moment to understand. Lord, she was still waiting for permission! "Yes, baby! Yes!" With a scream of pure animal lust, Jessica seized Kevin, inside and out, clasping so him so hard she threatened to meld them into one. Her body arched against his, her legs kicking against the bed, while her fingers dug painfully into his back. She was completely, totally, utterly lost to all but the tide of pleasure that had finally been released to engulf her. Kevin wasn't far behind. Her primal cry had ignited the flame already flickering in his loins. Pulling out once, he thrust in again and fell instantly over the edge of a dark and yawning chasm and into a raging torrent of physical and emotional fulfillment. Joining her cry, he exploded again and again, spilling his seed in plentiful ribbons to crash against her inner being. It was enough to set off another violent reaction in Jessica. She cried out his name, sobbing and laughing as spasm after spasm traveled up and down the entire length of her beautiful quaking body. For a blissful eternity Kevin and Jessica stayed locked together in a inseparable embrace, shuddering in a delightful palsy of mutual sensation, until finally, spent and exhausted, they collapsed together in a tangle of trembling limbs. Carefully rolling off of her, Kevin pressed his lips to Jessica's damp forehead. "Oh, Jess," he breathed between gasps, barely grasping enough reason to scoot to the edge of the bed and pull the comforter from the floor. Throwing it over them, he gathered her into his arms and clutched her to his chest. For the briefest of instants her lips brushed his. "Kevin," she murmured endearingly, all of her love filling a voice that sounded light years away. Falling into darkness, it was the last thing Kevin heard. End of Chapter 6. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Well, thats all I have of this story. I don't think it was ever finished. If it was finished and posted could someone please post the rest of it? 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