Drive-in. [powered_otaku]

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    It was a nice, warm summer night, the sun had gone down and it had cooled down to the point where you could sit outside and not sweat.  The drive in, was two screens, a parking lot, and hills that surrounded the parking lot and gave a perfect view of the cars and the screen.  Salome had walked from her house, and bought two tickets before climbing up on one of the hills and spread the blanket her grandmother had given her.

A grandmother, yeah that was still weird.

Sitting down on the blanket, she put the basket down next to her and took out a bottle of water.  Once she took a long drink, she text messaged Hiro to know that she was there.  Hopefully he would be able to spot her.

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"I have faith in you, toy." Grinning she kisses up his chest, straddling his hips. Once she is on top of him she pulls off the tee-shirt she is wearing. "I want to find out all about you, everything that gets you nice and hard." Bowing her head she presses her teeth against his nipple and bites down, gradually applying pressure.

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Hiro's nipples aren't especially sensitive, but her bites harden them and he bites his lip a bit to keep from giving away too much too early. As her bite gets harder, she finds him squirming a bit.

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When his nipple hardens, she sucks lightly on the squirming, pebbled flesh. Growling low, she presses her knees to his sides to stop him. Lifting her head she lunges forward to kiss him hard. "I like it when my play thing squirms, it gets me wet." Her hips push down on his cock, rubbing and smearing her juices on him. "Can you feel me?"

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"Yes, goddess, yes," he groans. She's so hot and sensual. He can't believe how lucky he is that she even looks at him.

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She is still not sure of his name for her, but it certainly strokes her ego, and makes her feel powerful. Sitting up, she licks her lips, her eyes racking over his form. Her cheeks flushed at the sight of him tied up, and that fuels her need to control.

Nails press into his skin, into his sides before slowly inching herself down on to his cock. She moves painfully slow, and when she speaks her voice is low and rough. "Watch, I want you to watch me fuck you."

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His eyes immediately turn down to where his cock is disappearing into her pussy inch by inch. The slick walls are already making him harder, her heat making him insane. It's taking everything he has not to thrust into her without her permission and not to bring up his bound hands and caress her gold skin. Her nails are a sweet pain that anchors him to his purpose.

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"Do you like watching, toy? Does it drive you insane to watch but not touch?" She continues with the slow strokes, but she knows they won't last long, she's gotten herself worked up and she wants to come as soon as possible. Still the slow thrusts continue, and when she lifts herself his cock is slick and wet with her moisture.

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Hiro doesn't trust his voice and nods to her questions. When she pulls up, he moans quietly, biting his lip to keep most of it contained. But he can't completely stop it. His hands twist in the tie, but he's being careful not to pull on them. The distractions are keeping him from going utterly insane, but it's close. He wants her to finish him, but he's determined that she'll get at least 2 rides from him before he loses it.

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"It's not nice not to answer when you are spoken to," she growls, but smirks none the less. Her own needs driving her, she starts to move faster, groaning low in her throat. As the sound of wet flesh fills the room, she reaches down to rub her clit. At the touch her pussy tightens around him and she cries out, coming hard as she slams down against his. Her nails drag down his chest, scratching him as she loses control.

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"Yes, sun goddess," he says shakily, almost no breath behind it. Hiro screws his eyes shut to hold himself back for the moment. He desperately wants to touch her, but he knows that he dare not disobey. His cock is hard, weeping a little. He uses the pain to bank down his fire a little, but he's going to be hard-pressed to go beyond the second.

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She loves how hard he gets, she can move easily on top of him, impaling herself on his erection. Leaning forward she puts one hand against his wrists, holding him down as her mouth seizes his. Her fingers continue to move against her slick, bare pussy as her teeth sink into his bottom lip. She knows that if she keeps up the speed and her fingers moving she will come again. No longer does she want to torture him, no, now she wants to come, to feel as good as she possibly can.

Teeth still in his bottom lip she rolls her hips as well as moving up and down and a few minutes later she begins to shake. Crying out, her fingers intertwining with his, she comes again. The room grows dim and she becomes light headed with the power of her orgasm.

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Her mouth is consuming his. He moans as she bites and kisses him. As she comes again, he's breathing like a bellows, wanting so badly to come, but his brain isn't finding the words in English. "Onegai!" His hands are fisted into the ties, desperately trying not to bring them up.

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She doesn't know what is better, the orgasm, or his struggles. The euphoria of letting go, or the way he is attempting to keep control. "Please? Is that what you want toy, to come? You've been so good, I can not deny you. Come for me, give me what I want."

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Hiro howls as he arcs up. A couple of thrusts and he's gone, bathing her pussy with his seed. His hands, though, do not move, even as his fingers begin to shred the tie. But he doesn't pull them up at all. He is reduced to goo.

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Breathing hard, she arched her back, her knees tightening against his sides as he thrusts up into her. Groaning low in her throat she grabbed the tie, and looked down at him, watching him melt into the mattress. "So fucking hot, and all mine. My little toy."

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"Yes, yours. I am yours." He pants the words as he gazes into her eyes with a dreamy smile. "Was I a good toy, sun goddess?"

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"A wonderful toy, I love playing with you," bucking against his hips, she smirks. "And all your parts. You know, it's mine now, that lovely, talented cock." Leaning down she kisses his lips lightly, not making a move to untie him.

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"All of my parts are yours, unless you say otherwise," he says with a grin. "Of course, how I would get rid of the unwanted parts is a mystery to me." If she's not making a move to untie him, he's not moving is hands at all. Even his fingers are still right now.

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"You would get rid of them very, very carefully. Lucky for you, I want every part of you." She was still and silent for a moment, gazing into his eyes, watching his face as her heart finally settled. Finally, she unties his wrists, and sets it aside.

Sitting up, she takes his fingers and slowly rubs and works the blood into the digits. This is a very familiar practice.

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Hiro doesn't realize just how bloodless his hands are until the circulation starts back. He hisses a little, but her rubbing is making them feel better. Bringing his arms down is another adventure in nerve screaming.

"Itte...itte"

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Frowning slight she moves her hands up and down his arms, working the blood into the limbs. Massaging and rubbing the flesh and the muscles, all the way down to his shoulders. "Shhh, it's okay. Just take a moment, it will get better." She assures him softly.

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Hiro nods and rolls his shoulders a little to help them regain feeling. "When I get the better bed, this will be much easier. I will not have to steel my muscles quite so much to keep from moving."

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"Get a nice four poster bed, or at least something with bed boards, that way you can tie ropes to something." She murmured in his ear, her hands still massaging his arms. "I'll get you nice leather cuffs, won't ruin those nice neck ties of yours. You'll be able to fight all you want, without being able to get away."

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He looks at the tie she used. "I am not upset to lose a few ties." His eyes get a little round when she tells him about the leather cuffs. "A collar?"

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"Mmmhmm. . ." She bows her head and kisses along his throat, nibbling lightly. "Maybe even a leash, so I can lead my slave around. Ohh think of all the fun toys we can play with."