Cultivated Consciousness Making coffee before heading back to bed felt like cheating. Counter-produc

Cultivated Consciousness Making coffee before heading back to bed felt like cheating. Counter-productive, too, in a way. That first sip of caffeine dispelled the desire to lie in, curl under the covers and immerse himself with her. She was still asleep, still looking perfectly content, and he was so just watching her. Morning sunlight spilled into the room with all the restraint of a drunk bridesmaid.   “Let’s go for a walk.” She stirred, tousled hair brushed from her face as she blinked groggy eyes. “Hmm?” Was about all she could manage. About all he could expect, in fairness. “Let’s go for a walk. It’s beautiful and the park is less than a mile away.” She hurled a hand in his direction, trying to dismiss him, throw out his ideas as outlandish and absurd, some Galilean pipe dream. But he was tenacious.  “I’m going to go have a shower. Be out of bed, in one of your pretty summer dresses, and have at least half a mug of coffee in you by the time I’m back.” He’d dripped the words into her ear like they were hypnotic suggestions, his voice just as slow and rhythmic as he imagined those therapist/hookum pedallers might be. Then he took his coffee with him in the direction of the bathroom. * “Why are you bringing a bag?” She still sounded sleepy, but the coffee was at least making a bit of an effort to give her some posture and lengthen her attention span. There was a light breeze.  “I want to pick up some food from the supermarket on the way home.” He reached down, adjusting the strap. “How did you sleep?” She shrugged. “So so. You kept creeping your leg across the bed and waking me up."  "Sorry, sweet. I’ll endeavour to only dream of granite and lichen from now on. I will be as the rock, unmoving."  Her laughter echoed through the trees oddly, coming back in fits and bursts through the dapple of the leaves before dying completely and abruptly. He frowned, before pointing at a particularly dense gathering of thick trunks. "Let’s go over there, I think I remember the view being particularly spectacular.” She arched an eyebrow. For a moment he thought she might be about to call him on his bullshit, start to push back a little. Not that it was particularly problematic if she did; just that it would shatter the illusion that this was a happy little morning walk a little earlier than he’d have liked.  Instead she just wandered over to the trees, stepping into the middle of the copse before twirling on the spot, giving him a little show. Her index finger flew to her lips in mock surprise, and she stared at him, coy. “I do believe there is barely a single noteworthy vista in the surrounding area!” His smile was genuine, although his excuse was anything but. “I must have been mistaken.” He turned, looking around, scanning through the spaces in between the trees, before he glanced at her again. “Perhaps you should turn around and check one more time.” His voice came out a little softer, more of a rumble to the bottom end of it, as if the riverbed had shifted from sand to pebbles.  It took a moment, but she turned, took a step forward and pressed herself up against a particularly slender birch, holding her hands up against the bark as she leaned out to the right of it. The pose was out of too many tv shows to name, and she was playing it for just enough melodrama. She was in on it, had been since she’d cocked that eyebrow, and that suited him just fine.  The handcuffs locked around her wrists smoothly, unmarked by a gasp or a whimper, no sudden widening of the eyes or biting of the lip. Instead she just purred, straight up cooed as she arched her back and pushed out her hips He smirked, tightening them a little more before he took a step back. “You could at least pretend to be outraged, you know."  She smiled, sending her eyes towards that heavy canopy of leaves. "Oh goodness gracious! I have been kidnapped by such a dastardly man! Whatever will happen to little ol’ me?"  He took a step to the side, grabbing the hem of her dress and pulling it up, exposing that delicate pair of panties, those delicious thighs. The sound of his hand coming down on her ass did that same stumbled echo through the trees, only this time it didn’t die fast enough to allow a little silence in; there was a second, then a third, each blow crackling with all the subtlety of a broken twig underfoot in the middle of the suspense-filled chase scene.  "If you keep… that up..” Her sentence faltered as she winced, closing her eyes and pressing her face flush against the birch. “People are going to hear.” She whimpered out, and he ceased his spanking for a moment, rubbing his hand over the heavy blush on her cheeks, feeling the heat positively radiate.  “You know, sweet, I think that might just be the idea. At least the risk of it…” He trailed off, and his hand fell away from her too. She heard the rustle of his bag. “But you are right, it’s probably better to move onto less… audible activities.” Then his fingers were on her, against her, rubbing her through her already damp underwear. His fingers always did have a wonderfully insistent, condescending way of fondling her. Always a touch too hard, a little too quick, never quite the right way to make her completely enjoy it, lose herself in it. Instead she was just left feeling like she was chasing her own pleasure, which was intoxicating enough on its own.  Intoxicating enough, even, that when that large coldness suddenly pressed against her all she could do was gasp and blurt out a sudden “Fuck!”, before suddenly it was inside her, and then another, pushed up and in, her cunt doing the rest until they were all but nestled.  His face filled her vision, and he nonchalantly uncuffed her and took a step back. “Well, let’s head home, don’t you think?” He teased, the smile on his face criminal. “What the fuck..” She mumbled, standing up straight and sending a hand down between her legs to investigate.  He swatted it away. “Just a fun little diversion. I promise they won’t be too distracting.” He took her hand, took a step away from her. “Show me you can walk with them.” There was a tinge of concern in his voice, and she took a few steps, just to test it. Whatever it was shifted with every step she took. Contrary to what he said, they were very much distracting. He nodded. “Good, let’s see those hips sway. It’s only a mile or so.” She flushed, cheeks matching cheeks. -- source link

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