Having made her delivery, Karla looked at me once with those
hard black eyes, and turned and left the house.  I watched her
body move in the tight black pants and vest.  Weeks ago, I'd
managed to put one arm around her, my hand on the soft leather
covering her ass, and turn her body toward me.  But when our
eyes met, something cold ran through me, and I stepped back.
Her smile is not a soft thing.

The delivery knelt on the rug at my feet, her head down and
her wrists tied behind her with a green bandana.  I reached
down and touched her hands; the bandana was comfortably loose,
not even tight enough to bind her really, but she seemed docile
and unlikely to slip out.  I put one finger under her chin and
tipped her head back.  Her face was lovely, pale, well made-up,
her eyes uncertain, shifting to my face then leaping back
properly straight ahead.  The gag covered her mouth, but I
imagined it full-lipped and softly scarlet.  I smiled and
wrapped my fingers around her chin.

She came to her feet awkwardly as I lifted her head, bringing
her feet out stiffly from under herself, barely maintaining her
balance with her hands tied behind her.  She was dressed for
the office; a neat beige skirt and jacket, white blouse.  I
unbuttoned her jacket and it fell open; with her arms behind
her, her chest was pushed forward.  She had a fine body.  I
moved my hand down from her chin, lightly running the backs
of my fingers over her shirt, tantalizing myself.  She
shuddered.  "Your name is Sabrina," I said.  She made a
small sound in her throat.  "You may NOT speak."

I undid her blouse slowly, enjoying every button, and untucked
it from her skirt.  The skin of her stomach, below the lacy
white bra, was tan and goose-bumped.  I put my open hand against
her side and squeezed her gently, my eyes closed.  I could smell
her flesh, her womanness, the good smell of soap and cologne,
and, somewhere underneath, a hot female musk.  I squeezed her
harder, and she moaned softly.

I had intended to unwrap her slowly, savoring each new inch of
skin and every reminder of her helplessness, but now I found
myself taking her body in my hands, drawing her to my face and
kissing her stomach, forcing her bra up off of her breasts,
licking and sucking her nipples, groaning with the taste of her
on my tongue.  My penis was hard in my pants.  As I sucked and
bit at her naked flesh, she moaned again, deep in her throat,
and her knees gave way.  I let her topple over onto the rug,
then I was upon her again, my mouth on her neck, my hands hungry
on her body.

I knelt over her, regaining control of myself.  I lifted her
left foot and slipped off the soft leather shoe.  Her legs were
long and elegantly rounded, amazingly sexy in sheer brown
stockings that added to the darkness up under her skirt.  I
slipped off her other shoe, kissed her calf, sucked at the
tendon behind her heel.  Then I put her legs over my shoulders
and slipped my hands up her legs, under her skirt, up to the
hot center of her body.  Her panties slipped off easily, and I
kissed her thighs, biting and licking the delicate flesh, and
opening her labia with my fingers.  She began to writhe and
moan under me, thrashing helplessly on the floor as I put a
finger up inside her and engulfed the moist meaty triangle
of her vulva with my mouth.  I kissed and sucked and touched
her until she came, crying out behind the gag and squeezing my
head between the soft glorious walls of her thighs.  I felt
my cock twitching in response.

Standing over her where she lay disheveled and half-naked, damp
and sweaty and bound, I took off my pants and held my penis in
my hand.  Her eyes widened as I crouched over her and undid the
gag.  Her lips were wonderful.  When I touched my penis to her
mouth, her eyes widened, but her lips were soft and wet,
slightly parted.  "Is that what you want?" I asked, sliding
myself back and forth over her mouth.  She closed her eyes.
The smoothness of her lips was very enticing, but I stood up.
"Maybe next time," I said, running my fingers over my throbbing
skin, "if you're very good."  And then I brought myself to
orgasm with my fingers, and the semen splashed down onto her,
over her crumpled clothes and her sweet pale skin.  "You can
get into the bed now," I said.  She obeyed.  I curled up
beside her, blissfully relaxed, and fell asleep at once.

I awoke in the night to feel Sabrina's lips on my nipples.
I smiled and tried to reach for her, but the bandana was
tight around my wrists and I couldn't move.  Her hands
roamed greedily over me.  The other side of the bed creaked,
and as the wet heat of Sabrina's mouth engulfed my hardening
penis, I heard Karla laugh once, softly.

Acquisition
by Mark Aster
The End

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