Musings in the Vineyard

[Belvino]

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Welcome

I have decided to create this place to allow me to post the random bits and pieces of stories I have floating around in my head. Sometimes these are inspired by daily events, sometimes photos that I see, and other times it can just be related to my mood. In any case I hope you enjoy reading them, and feel free to post comments if you like. ​

 

[Belvino]

In the Darkness

Days, weeks, months could have passed and she would never know. Time was infinite. Time was nothing but darkness. How long had she been here? Each moment was just a stretch of her thoughts, a never-ending cycle that flashed in her head. She knew nothing save for that noise, that sweet break in her eternity. Ultimately she learned to love it, though she had started fearing it. Now it was all she had left to the other world, the real world.

Sweet, sweet, angel mine.

A grating, something new. Her head perked up and she crawled through the grime and filth of this murky darkness. A wet thing crawled across her hand and she tried to ignore it, unsuccessfully. Her voice broke through the silence. A scream in the dark that traveled so far away until there was nothing but the vast emptiness and that noise.

Sweet, sweet, angel mine.

The shift in air, the hint of a new scent overpowering the wet, earthy pungency that so often filled her nose. Again the grating noise, but this time beneath that was his voice, humming. She recognized the tune. She would never forget it. He always sang this when he came to her. She should love that noise he had told her, and she had but something was different. His tone was different, the accompanying noises were different. What did he have with him?

In the darkness he found her. His arms circled around her thin, frail physique and brought her back against his chest. She felt his grip tighten while his muscles squeezed her relentlessly. She did not talk. The words would not come. Her head was spinning with the newness of it all. She felt her eyes well and fat drops rolled down her cheeks. He must have known what was happening because his lips brushed against her forehead, and she heard him singing again.

Sweet, sweet, angel mine.

He held her tightly in his arms soothing her with his voice, rocking her gently in the darkness. The tears continued to fall. She could not help it, everything had changed. Ever since that day she knew to fear change. Change was not a good thing. He had stopped singing, but was still holding her in his grip. She thought she felt the whisper of his breath on her neck, but the voice that sounded in her ears was not his.

“Goodbye little one, it is time to sleep now.”

The grating noise echoed through the darkness and cold metal looped itself round her ankles. She was pulled from his grasp, a scream ripping from her throat. In the darkness for the last time she heard that familiar voice.

Sweet, sweet, angel mine.

 

[Belvino]

A Knotty Evening

There she was with the shadow of darkness cloaking her nude form. The soft light bathed her surroundings, and served to illuminate her further even with the darkness that settled on her. Every curve, every soft line of her figure was framed before his sight. She was so clearly visible to him that he felt if he tore his gaze away from her the imprint would be burned in his memory. He would see her like this always—poised, slightly anxious, and stunningly beautiful.

“I want you to kneel on the floor and hold your arms behind your back.”

He saw her head raise slightly and for a moment it looked as if she was going to lift her gaze up to him. Instead she took a deep breath and lowered herself to her knees folding her slender arms as he had requested. Good girl he thought the trace of a smile turning the corners of his mouth. He stepped closer to her and knelt behind her taking a moment to admire her frame before doing anything further. He knew it was setting her on edge, this waiting, constantly unaware of what his next move would be, but he would be a fool to think that she did not enjoy it. It was part of the game.

He raised his free hand to her back and stretched out a finger. The tip just barely brushed her skin but he saw her draw in a sharp breath all the same. She was ready for him. At this moment she would probably do anything to continue their treasured time together. He wanted this to last for as long as they had and he fully intended to take his time with her.

The coil of rope in his other hand was a reminder of what he had come to do. He clenched his fingers around the bundle and pulled out an end of the rope. His mind seemed to drift in another place while he worked but in truth he was thinking of her, of all the things he could do. He laid the length of rope at her side after a time and took a deep breath of his own. He felt his focus draw in and he became more acutely aware of his goal.

He leaned forward and grasped her hair near the nape pulling her head back just far enough that the side of her neck and face were exposed to him. His palm cupped the other side of her face and he bent forward just far enough to press his lips to her cheek. She inhaled, her eyes fluttering almost as if she was struggling to stay awake. His breath curled around her ear and warmed her but still her skin erupted with hundreds of tiny goose bumps. He liked this effect so he kissed the lobe of her ear, tickling the edge of the tender flesh. This time she could not repress the shudder that shook through her frame. She trembled in his grasp and he wrapped his arms around her pulling her back against the expanse of his chest.

“You are beautiful, little one. I am tempted to keep you like this all night.”

He felt more than heard her answering response as she fell back against his chest and there was a contented sigh from her. His fingers curled into the soft hair near her scalp and he held her there for a moment while he appraised her.

“Stand for me after I stand, but do not move your arms.”

He rose to his feet and waited for her to follow as instructed before taking the rope in hand again. This time he was ready for her and he did not waste the opportunity any further. He began entwining the rope around her taking his time letting the process come as naturally as he chose. He could see the way she responded to the stroke of the rope against her skin and knew that she was reaching that point of bliss where nothing outside this would matter. When he finally finished with the harness around her chest, and tested the bindings to ensure they would hold he brought the rope between her legs. His knuckles grazed the lips of her sex and he saw her body tighten in response.

“Shhh, not yet, or are you so anxious for me that you wish to begin now?” His voice was a teasing lilt but she dared not say a word. He continued to pull the rope around her sex dragging it on the edges of her lips while his other hand explored the cleft. He found her moist and with a slight bit of pressure his finger slipped into the depths of her. A soft sigh escaped from her and her head fell back as he allowed her this moment of release. However, it did not last long and he withdrew his hand. He sucked his finger into his mouth tasting her juices.

“You are sweet as always,” he whispered into her ear.

He smiled as he continued with his work and finally walked round to the front of her. He saw her through the corner of his gaze as she looked at him for the first time since they had started their session. When he was able to focus his gaze on her he saw that her eyes were dark with desire and heavily lidded. She had reached that point of peaceful serenity.

“I’m going to lift you now. Your legs will raise up and spread apart as soon as the bindings pull taut enough,” he paused because for a moment he noticed the anxiety that erased the peace on her features, “I’ll be here little one. You have nothing to fear.”

She nodded and he continued with his task, looping the long ends of the rope to a suspension system in the ceiling. The pulleys groaned their protest as they worked against the rope and brought her off the floor. Just as he had mentioned her legs raised in the air and opened before him. Her weight settled into the rope but the whole system held.

“Any pressure anywhere?” he asked. She shook her head “no” and he nodded.

“Good, remember your safety word if you feel any numbness or tingling starting in your limbs.” He watched her answering response and smiled. Eventually, he took a step back from her and let his eyes study his artwork. She was beautiful before, but now bound in his rope she had become a gorgeous picture of perfection.

Her creamy, smooth skin was a perfect contrast to the natural jute rope that bound her slim form. Her legs were spread apart and her sex was like a flower opened to bloom. He felt a stirring in his pants as he noticed how flushed she was in that area and how a shiny note indicated she was more than ready.

It did not take long for him to undress. He had already been free of his shirt from the start and only had his pants to attend to. When he pushed his underwear past his hips his swollen member leapt from the fabric and rose before him. He strode towards her and reached out to take her suspended form in his hands. He pressed his palms into her waist and held her like that for a moment. Her eyes rose up to meet his and for once he said nothing for the breach of his rules. She would pay for that later, but the strong grip of lust and desire had gotten hold of him.

He felt more than allowed his hips to move forward as his hands tugged her forward. His erect member pressed at her entrance and the crown stretched her. She moaned, allowing her head to fall back as her wetness aided the plunge of his length within her. He thrust his hips hard gripping the rope network in hand while he simultaneously brought her against him. He felt himself reach the hilt and resisted the urge to groan. She was tight, and wet a warm, slippery tunnel that gripped around him. He pulled his hips back and thrust forward again starting a tempo that was almost beyond the edge of his control.

They rocked together in such a fashion each receiving the pleasant sensations of passion-fueled sex. Just as he thought he could hold back no longer she gave a cry and her flushed face adopted an expression of pure ecstasy. He bit the soft flesh of her shoulder as his own release rocketed through him. Their breathing was heavy and labored as the two lovers embraced in the euphoria of post-coital bliss.

 

[Belvino]

The First Night


“What is it that you want, Sir?” she questioned.

“I want your mind, I want to get into that head and mold those thoughts. I want to feel like I know you more than you know yourself,” he paused then and his eyes glinted with something that she could not name, “I want everything.”

She felt her breath slide out in a short gasp and his smile only widened. He held her with his gaze alone and she dared not move as he stepped toward her. Her head raised when he moved closer. She was unable to tear her attention away from him. Like a predator he had caught her in his trap and there was nowhere for her to go.

His hand cupped her chin and held her firmly within his palm as his eyes focused on her features. He seemed to be looking for something, but what? Slowly he released her chin as his fingers trailed down her throat and her pulse skipped a beat while he gently caressed her soft flesh. His fingers hooked beneath the thin strap of her blouse and dragged the strap until it had fallen over her shoulder. She stopped breathing for a moment and saw the smile creep on his lips once more.

“You are so sensitive. Now I wonder what you would do if I focused my attention elsewhere?” he asked.

She shivered involuntarily and his grin grew like the Cheshire cat. She had to turn her eyes away from him as the blush crept onto her cheeks, but the noise of disapproval he made brought her gaze back.

“I want to see your eyes all the time. They are very revealing of your emotions,” he stated. “Now I want you to undress yourself, slowly, enjoy it. Then I want you to lay back on that couch and wait for me.”

She thought he would leave the room then and leave her here to undress, but she couldn’t have been more wrong. He stepped back and waited his eyes moving over her. She tucked her hand beneath the other strap and felt it slide off her shoulders. The fabric pooled at her waist and exposed the ripe full curves of her breasts. Her nipples tightened with the sudden change in temperature and the hungry gaze that followed her every move.

She took another deep breath in before capturing the hem of her silk blouse in both hands. This she began pulling above her head until it finally slid up and over her shoulders and past her arms. She tossed the blouse on the table and turned around just as her thumbs hooked on the edge of her dark skirt. She could feel his burning gaze on her and knew he was still watching. The skirt pulled taut over her rear as she arched her back and wiggled slightly to get the skirt to slide past her hips. She felt it glide over her derriere until it too was free and sliding down to her ankles. She kicked it off as she kicked off her heels and shot a quick glance over her shoulder.

Sure enough he was still standing there and appeared as if he hadn’t moved a muscle. If it were not for the sudden swelling in his pants she would have thought that she had no effect on him whatsoever.

“Go on,” he said and she moved swiftly to the couch. She stretched herself across the couch and turned her head back to him. He moved towards her casually the smile no longer present as he sat near her. He bent above her a moment his hand tracing the fine contours of her cheekbone before her pressed a swift kiss on her forehead and then stood once more.

She watched him leave the room and was perplexed by his sudden exit. Had she done everything he had asked? Had she displeased him in other ways? She dared not move from the couch knowing that if he came back and saw her gone he would most assuredly be upset. Worry creased her forehead while she waited for what seemed like an endless time. The chilled air had begun to nip at her skin and she felt the first wave of bumps rising when she heard his footsteps coming near.

He had something in his hand, but she could not tell what it was. He sat next to her on the couch but did not look at her as he fiddled with the thing in his hand.

“I want you to close your eyes and just feel.”

She did as she was told and became acutely aware of how fast she was breathing, of the soft sounds of his own breath and the subtle scrape of his trousers against her hip when he leaned over her. She waited unsure of what was to come next when at the corner of her hip just below her belly button was the softest touch of something. She could not quite understand what it was but the touch continued and she felt her skin shiver beneath its caress. It traced up and across her abdomen until it circled at the edge of her nipples bringing the sensitive flesh up. She arched her back up and was met with something wet. His mouth. His teeth nibbled on the tender bud of her nipple and she cried out with the sudden sharp sensations that shot through her.

He released her and she felt that soft, tickling caress as it darted across her abdomen and down to her most intimate region. It barely paused over this region before dancing across to her thighs and tracing soothing patterns up and down each leg. Once more it returned to the region between her thighs and twisted upon itself until suddenly the sensation was gone entirely. She almost opened her eyes to see what happened until she felt the pressure of his hand. His fingers probed between the folds of her lips seeking the treasures hidden beneath. His thumb found her clit and she bit her lip to keep from crying out as he stroked the sensitive nub whilst his other fingers worked a gentle rhythm within her moist warmth.

“Open your eyes and look at me. I want to see your expressions,” he whispered.
She opened her eyes and saw him above her watching intently while he worked his fingers within her. She felt the blush creep once again into her cheeks and could not help the feelings of shame she had with her wanton self. His insistent probing continued and they delved deeper within her all the while her clit was worked into a deliciously tantalizing frenzy. He found the rough little patch within and began working this with the tips of his fingers. She cried out and her hips arched both in an attempt to get away from him and drive his hand deeper.

She could feel herself beginning to rise to the edge of a cliff from which she was ready to hurtle herself over, but just as everything started it stopped suddenly. She whined out loud and saw a small smile teasing the corners of his mouth.

“Please Sir. Please may I cum for Sir?” she begged.

“I suppose I will grant it this one time,” he said with a slight chuckle as his fingers once more resumed their original ministrations. She moaned again and felt a familiar heat beginning to spread from between her legs. All at once she was thrown over the cliff and her body tightened and quivered around his hand while she clenched around his fingers. He slowed his pace though he did not stop entirely until she was completely down from her orgasm.

With a gasping breath she whispered, “Thank you Sir.”

 

[Belvino]

A Rough Solution

“You fucking whore,” the slap that followed punctuated the remark and left a fleshy echo in the space. He watched her quietly as her eyes closed and she seemed to take the longest time to inhale. The corners of her mouth twitched into a faint smile and when her eyes opened again they were staring into his. He could see that flare of defiance in her gaze and knew without even looking that her legs were spreading slowly and her fingers were playing with the hem of her skirt.

His hand shot out quicker than a snake and snatched her wrists in one hand the other reaching behind her to grab a fistful of hair. A moan escaped those ripe, full lips captivating his attention for a brief moment. His pants suddenly felt tighter as he watched her devilish tongue dart forward just far enough to moisten that perfect mouth. Her eyes never once left him and even so she was beginning to press her body into his, her hips grinding forward.

“Oh, you little tease,” his voice was softer now though the hardness in his gaze had not left, “You think you can make me forget?” He didn’t wait for her to reply, but instead yanked her by the hair so hard she was forced to bend her knees to relieve the pressure on her scalp. He didn’t let her go then but pressed his growing erection into her face. Again that sly smile sneaked across her lips and she began tracing her nose across his length. Her mouth parted and he felt her hot breath wash over him even through the fabric of his pants.

Whack! The smack struck her across the cheek again and for a satisfactory moment he could feel her surprise. She hadn’t been expecting that one.

“Open your god damn mouth! Open it and taste what you’ve been missing.” He shoved her face into his crotch and felt her mouth close over his clothed erection. The material rubbed against his skin creating a friction that only inflamed his lust. She was working her mouth over his pants like she had a mouthful of his cock. He was certain she was leaving a wet spot there as her enthusiasm in the task was quite evident.

With another sharp tug to her hair he had her back on her feet again. His free hand clamped around her throat as his eyes bored into hers. He could see her begin to struggle for breath her lips moving against themselves and her eyes slowly becoming unfocused. He leaned forward enough to whisper into her ear.

“I’m willing to bet that you’re wet. That you can’t wait for me to use you,” he paused to nip at her neck with the edge of his teeth, “You’re a dirty little slut and I’m going to mark you like the whore you are.”

He reached down between her legs all the while jerking her head back so she could not see what he was doing. His hand parted her thighs and reached towards the junction which was emanating a warmth like a little blaze had started there. He pressed his hand against her and she gasped. His fingers pried the panty she wore away, and deftly began working slow methodical circles over her clit. He let his fingers slip inside, this time her moan was more pronounced as she arched up into his palm. A grin spread across his face. He wouldn’t let her have what she desired, oh no, not after the little stunt she had pulled. He spun her around and ripped the panties off. She tried to press back into him but he bent her over the table and pressed her into it with his own weight. For a moment he fumbled one-handed with his zipper and pulled his swollen member out. He bent forward just a bit and spit directly on the puckered little bud that rested between her round cheeks. Quickly he thrust his hips forward and felt the head of his cock pop past her ring. She groaned and her face pressed into the table but he yanked her head back with one hand. Gripping her waist with the other he began a fast rhythm of his own without pausing to allow her a moment to adjust to his intrusion. She cried out at first but her cries turned to moans of pleasure within a short amount of time. He felt her begin to relax into him and she was starting to meet his thrusts with her rear. It was at this moment that he picked up his pace and began brutally shoving into her. She had grown silent now and was grasping onto the table for support which had started to slide across the floor. The sounds of their bodies hitting each other filled the room and his breath was more and more ragged. After a while his whole body shuddered as he gave away to his orgasm and his cock twitched within her. He pulled out and left her there collapsed onto the table her legs awkwardly parted with her pussy so woefully exposed.

“I hope you’ve learned your lesson,” he said.