Mine
By David Williams

The rain lashed down onto Tiffany's nude flesh as she pulled against the ropes binding her. In mock desperation she tried to escape, hearing his footfalls on the wet rooftop. The soles of his boots clicking through the shallow puddles that gathered, the steady clicking of his approach like thundering drums in her ears. She cried out softly as he neared and she surrendered, allowing her body to go almost limp as she stood there, the cold rain making her shiver slightly.

His breath in her ear, a slight stirring of warm air against her neck, she knew he was leaning in so close. She was blindfolded well and could not see him as he moved in close enough to smell her fear/arousal. She could feel the heat emanating from him touching her skin, making her want to scream out to be fucked.

He had a way with her, he made her feel so vulnerable and so safe at the same time. Here on the rooftop, exposed to the city, nude and tied, she was safe with him. She could enjoy the thought of countless eyes watching her nude flesh.

When his hand touched her it was like an electric shock through her soul. She was expecting it but, it was always such a thrill to be touched by him. He gently caressed her stiff nipples and then pinched them. Tiffany moaned as he pulled on them and laughed. She could feel her juices dripping from her and mixing with the nights rain, running down her leg like a river of sex.