The Blood of the Ocean

Leaning over the side of the bed to study the tray of items she had
brought from downstairs, Miss Parker decided to start with the one she was
losing the fastest; a large glass of ice that was slowly melting. Nudging
Jarod's legs apart, she sat between them, running her palms down his flanks in
reassurance. Taking an ice cube in her hand, she tried to decide where to
start.

Jarod yelped as the ice touched his right nipple, turning his head from
side to side in sudden confusion. He heaved two quick breaths, and then
forcibly relaxed himself. The nipple hardened under the ice, and Parker smiled
in satisfaction. She swapped sides, scraping her nails over the previously
abused nipple. Jarod twisted in his bonds, attempting to shy away from her
attentions, but she pressed him into the bed with a palm on his abdomen, pinning
him in place.

Switching nipples again, she lowered her mouth to cover the cold nub,
sucking hard. Jarod gave a soft pant of surprise, testing his bonds again.
Tossing aside what was left of the small chip of ice, she continued to lick, nip
and suck at both of his nipples for several moments, letting her hair trail over
his chest.

"Mistre- uh!" Jarod groaned; the word cut off as she placed another piece of ice
in his bellybutton.

Parker continued to run the ice over his body at a leisurely pace,
concentrating mainly on his shoulders, nipples, pecs and abdomen, tracing the
ridged muscles in delight. Jarod relaxed slowly, becoming used to the sensation
of ice on his body.

Seeing this, Parker discarded the glass of ice in favour for a bottle of
chocolate sauce, which she had kept warming in a bowl of hot water. Jarod
groaned when she squeezed several drops straight onto his previously abused
nipples, arching his body off the bed. Parker imagined it would feel quite hot
after the ice, allowing it to sit for a few moments before she licked it off.
She held the nozzle to Jarod's mouth, drizzling it over his lips. His tongue
flickered out to taste, and he smiled as he realised what it was.

"Thankyou Mistress," he said in a loud whisper, overcompensating because of the
earplugs. In reply, Miss Parker gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek.

With her next item, Jarod jumped in surprise as she brushed it over his
body. A fur glove, Parker stroked it down his arms, zig-zagging it across his
chest, down his abdomen and across hip hips. Jarod gave a frustrated groan as
she bypassed his groin, instead stroking his thighs and calves.

Miss Parker continued the gentle caresses for almost ten minutes, allowing
herself to admire Jarod's body without his knowledge. He was truly beautiful,
she decided, his broad, well-muscled chest tapering down to slim hips and strong
legs. With his blindfold on, his face seemed almost painfully innocent. He's
so handsome, Parker thought, such a strong, noble face.

Tossing the glove aside, she lay her naked body atop Jarod's in once swift
movement. He moaned as he felt Parker's breasts press against his chest, her
thighs cradling his erection. He was already very sensitive from the hot and
cold treatment, made even more so by the fur massage. As Jarod writhed
frantically against his handcuffs, Miss parker cupped his cheek in her hand.
After a moment he stilled, breathing deeply, turning his head in her general
direction.

Parker dipped her head to kiss him, sensuously rubbing her lips across his
slowly, tasting him with her tongue when his mouth opened under hers. Jarod's
hips bucked slightly under hers, and he groaned as his cock rubbed her thighs,
returning her kiss hungrily. She slid her hand up to his forehead, tilting his
head back quite forcefully and changing the pace of their kiss, roughly
plundering Jarod's mouth with her tongue, nipping at his lips.

When she drew back, Miss Parker was panting, and Jarod raised his head as
if to chase her mouth with his own. Instead she sat up, withdrawing her body
from his, rocking back onto her heels. She took a moment to catch her breath,
and then moved onto the next item.

The clover clamp, Miss Parker mused, was an ingenious invention. The
clamp closed around the nipple, and a gentle tug on the lightweight chain that
hung between the two would tighten the clamp; pulling it slowly closed. Jarod
shifted in slight discomfort as she secured them on his nipples, drawing on the
chain until they sat tightly, but not painfully, in place. Jarod lifted his
back off the bed slightly, frowning at the sensation of the chain sliding over
his chest.

Her next item was a feather, and Miss Parker allowed it to dance over
Jarod's arms and shoulders. He attempted to shift away from the ticklish
intrusion, rolling his head restlessly, and Parker gave a slight pull on the
chain, tightening the clamps.

"Oh! Mistress, please..." Jarod said in a thick whisper.

Parker ignored him, trailing the feather down his chest and abdomen. She
concentrated on what was an obviously ticklish spot by his waist for a few
moments, then continued to downwards. This time she didn't bypass his groin,
instead stroking the feather around and up the length of Jarod's cock. He
moaned, bucking his hips, but he couldn't come even if he wanted to, the cock
ring preventing orgasm.

She continued to work him over with the feather, concentrating on his
neck, chest abdomen and cock, building up the tension in Jarod's body.
Occasionally Miss Parker would reach up and give another slight tug on the
chain, tightening the clamps on his nipples.

She could imagine the sensations he must be experiencing; the annoying tickle of
the feather which was beginning to border on pain as it fluttered over his
sensitive skin, the slow burn of the clamps on his nipples, and finally the
straining throb of his cock, the need for release that would continue to elude
him. And all without sight, without sound, so he couldn't hear her movements or
see what she would do next. Parker herself was beginning to feel hot with
arousal, the power trip beginning to get to her. She pinched one of her own
nipples hard, pulling on it a bit and suppressing a moan.

Finally finishing with the feather, Miss Parker moved onto her favourite toy of
the evening; whipped cream. Holding the can above Jarod's groin, she let loose
with a long swirl, covering his cock. He let out a hoarse cry, pulling hard on
the padded cuffs, and Parker tightened the nipple clamps in response.

For her own amusement, she balanced a glazed cherry on the top of his cream-
covered erection, taking another and holding it to his lips. Jarod took it into
his mouth, chewing slowly, obviously waiting for her next move. Miss Parker
smiled, cat-like, and bent her head to lap at the cream.

"Oh my god, oh GOD!" Jarod sputtered, lifting his hips.

Parker didn't pause, merely catching the cherry in her teeth as it began
to roll, chewing quickly and getting back to work. She licked Jarod's cock in
long strokes, laving it with her tongue. He began to tremble beneath her,
gasping for breath, his arms straining against his cuffs so hard she thought
they might break.

When almost all the cream was gone, Miss Parker lowered her mouth over his
erection, hollowing out her cheeks and sucking hard. Jarod thrashed his head
and moaned, and she reached up one hand to pull the nipple clamps even tighter,
so they must be one big ache in his chest. She continued to suck, holding the
base of his cock in her closed fist and pumping slowly.

"Oh please, Mistress, let me come, please..." Jarod babbled.

All at once, Parker raised her head and pulled her hand away, settling
back on her heels and watching the man underneath her. Jarod whimpered at the
absence of her wet mouth, breathing harshly. He was flexing his shoulders
constantly, as if seeking to dislodge the nipple clamps with that simple
movement.

"Please Mistress, I don't think I can take much more..." Jarod begged. At her
continued silence he raised his head, trying to hear beyond the plugs in his
ears.

Miss Parker watched quietly, slipping one hand between her legs. She
dipped her fingers into the moisture she found there, stroking gently, rolling
her hips to increase her own pleasure. Now Jarod pulled more urgently on his
handcuffs, on the verge of panic.

"Are you there? Mistress?" he demanded urgently, unnerved by her continued
inaction.

Very purposefully, Parker pulled her hand from between her thighs, leaning
forward to gently place the tips of her fingers on Jarod's lower lip. His
nostrils flared as he caught her scent, and his tongue snaked out to taste the
moisture on her fingers.

"Oh god..." he groaned, and then sucked them into his mouth. He nipped lightly
at the tips of her fingers, his tongue swirling around them.

Parker leaned over him, letting the tips of her breasts brush against his torso.
She slid her hand away from Jarod's mouth, reaching instead to slowly draw the
foam plugs out of his ears. Jarod grunted, then started at the sound, as it
must have seemed unnaturally loud after his enforced silence.

"Please..." he groaned.

"Please, what?" Miss Parker asked silkily.

"Please, Mistress, please fuck me. Please let me come," he begg She She trailed
her fingers down the centre of his chest to where the chain connecting the
nipple clamps lay, and he tensed nervously.

"Do your nipples hurt, River?" she asked.

"Yes Mistress," Jarod sighed.

"Do you want me to take the clamps off?" Parker asked.

"Please Mistress!" he cried.

"You realise that when I take them off, it's going to hurt, and it's going to
hurt a lot?" she asked. Jarod chewed worriedly on his lip for a moment before
answering.

"Yes Mistress," he said in a small voice.

Miss Parker pushed his thighs together and straddled them, running her
hands through his chest hair for a moment. Then, both at the same time, she
released the clamps on Jarod's nipples, allowing the blood to flow back into
them freely.

He howled in pain.

Using that distraction, Parker carefully loosened his cock ring, drawing
his balls and cock out of them quickly and tossing it aside. Seeing moisture
leaking out from under the edge of the eye mask, Miss Parker gently swept her
hand over Jarod's forehead, making shushing noises.

"Oh god, it hurts..." he panted. Parker placed gossamer-light kisses on each of
his nipples, causing him to gasp and writhe.

"But you'll withstand it, River, because I ask it of you, won't you?" she
whispered.

"Yes Mistress," Jarod said, slowly relaxing.

Miss Parker leaned forward to give him another deep, searching kiss,
rising up on her knees and shuffling forward at the same time. She thrust her
fingers into his hair, pulling his head back and kissing her way down his bare
throat.

"Who do you belong to?" Parker demanded.

"You Mistress," Jarod said.

"Good," she said.

Straightening up, Miss Parker gripped Jarod's cock in one hand, and swept
her free hand over his already abused nipples. He gave a hoarse cry, and she
chose that moment to sink down on his cock, giving a low groan of pleasure as
she took him inside her body.

"Oh..." Jarod cried, thrusting his hips up in response.

"Don't. Come. Yet." Miss Parker instructed, a little unsteadily.

She could tell it wasn't going to last long, both she and Jarod were too
aroused, their nerves strung too tight, to make it anything longer than a quick,
hard, and utterly satisfying fuck. With that in mind, Parker began to thrust
roughly against him, bracing one hand on his shoulder and slipping the other
down to stroke her clit in time to her hard strokes. She could feel a burn of
pleasure rippling through her body to settle in her belly, the pressure
building.

"Ohh... River," she moaned.

Moments later Miss Parker came, pleasure shooting through her veins as she
continued to rock; prolonging her shuddering orgasm. Jarod desperately thrust
his hips up to hers, grunting with effort, before he too found his own release,
giving a choked cry and almost arching off the bed.

When she got her wits back about her, Parker gently pushed the eye mask
off Jarod's face, and he blinked at her in the candlelight, trembling slightly.
She kissed him slowly, reluctant to lose the moment.

"Are you okay?" she whispered. Jarod nodded.

"I'll live. My nipples may shrivel up and drop off, but I'll live," he said
wanly.

Miss Parker finally rolled away, feeling a tiny bit sore from their
exertions. She reached up and released Jarod's wrists, rubbing them gently to
make sure the circulation was okay. He smiled a warm, sexy smile, his eyes
glassing over. He's blissing out already, Parker thought in amazement.

"Come on," she said warmly, gingerly climbing off the bed, "We need to get
cleaned up before bed."

Jarod followed her into the bathroom, unresisting when she ran a washcloth
over him quickly, and watching as she cleaned up herself. When she rose up on
tiptoes to kiss him he leant into her embrace, wrapping one strong arm around
her waist.

"Thankyou Mistress," he whispered when she broke the kiss, and she smiled and
stroked his face tenderly.

Back in the bedroom Parker blew out all the candles, bar one, and climbed
back into bed, tossing the padded cuffs onto the floor. Jarod stood hesitantly
beside her, and she tugged him by the wrist and into bed with her, taking him
into her arms.

Blowing out the last candle, Miss Parker wrapped herself around Jarod, and
they shared a long kiss.

"Goodnight River," she murmured sleepily.

"Goodnight Mistress," a warm breath sighed beside her ear, and Parker drifted
off; content.

Early the next morning, Parker was woken as Jarod slipped from the bed.
She gave a low groan of protest, catching his hand and tugging him back, and he
chuckled, kneeling beside the bed.

"Mistress, I need to cleanup and make you breakfast," Jarod whispered. Parker
groaned again, rolling over onto her stomach and raising her head so they were
face to face.

"Slave isn't going anywhere without giving his Mistress a good morning kiss,"
she mumbled, tugging him close to press her lips against his.

"Good morning, Mistress," Jarod said softly when they broke apart. Smiling
contentedly, Miss Parker burrowed back under the blankets. She listened to the
sounds of Jarod cing ing up their toys from the night before, dozing off
peacefully.

When she awoke again Jarod was carrying a tray into the room, and the
amount of sunshine flooding in from the high bank of windows told her it was
quite late in the morning. Jarod placed the tray over Parker's lap as she sat
up, helped her to arrange some cushions behind her back and then knelt beside
her on the bed, as she had instructed him two days ago. Her breakfast was an
appetising meal of toast with jam, freshly sliced fruit, juice and coffee.

"I was thinking," Miss Parker said, breaking off a bit of toast and feeding it
to Jarod, "That today we could go out."

Jarod almost choked on his piece of toast, "Out, Mistress?"

"Yes, out, River. Do you have a problem with that?" she asked archly. Jarod
hesitated, looking miserable as she held another piece of toast in front of his
mouth.

"Uh... no. No, Mistress," Jarod mumbled.

Miss Parker watched him thoughtfully, rationing out the last of the toast
between them and sipping her coffee. Jarod had his head bowed, a muscle in his
jaw ticking and his eyes flicking nervously. She sat up abruptly, almost
dislodging her tray of food, raising her hand to push Jarod's face up.

"I'm not your Mistress where you choose. I'm not your Mistress *when* you
choose. You entered into this bond of your own free will, and you brought *me*
into it. I am your Mistress, you have placed your life in my hands; now you
must place your trust," she said angrily. Jarod flinched, and dropped his eyes,
and she snapped her fingers in front of his face, "Look at me! This is not a
Pretend. This is not a sting, which you can orchestrate, which you can define.
You. Have. No. Control."

Jarod stared at her, shock registering on his face. In a slow, fluid
motion, he eased backwards to create more room, bending at the waist and
touching his forehead to the coverlet next to her thigh, his hands behind his
back.

"Forgive me, Mistress," he whispered humbly.

"Who do you belong to?" Parker asked solemnly.

"You Mistress," Jarod replied.

"And what is your purpose?"

"To serve you, Mistress."

"And what are we going to do today?" Miss Parker said with a small, wry smile.

"Go out, Mistress," Jarod said, with just the tiniest hint of a sigh.

"Very good, River," she said, settling back into her seat and picking up a piece
of cantaloupe, "Sit up, I want to finish breakfast, then we'll take a bath and
go out. I'll have to punish you later for this infraction."

"Yes Mistress," Jarod said, sitting up.

They finished their breakfast, Jarod going ahead to run their bath. They
washed quickly, then Parker led him into the bedroom and over to the wardrobe to
pick out some clothes for the both of them. For herself, she chose a simple
white Mexican dress that tied on the shoulders and around the waist and had
several panels of pretty embroidery on it, ending at mid-calf. Jarod helped her
step into some strappy white sandals, kissing her ankles and smiling up at her.

"Mistress is beautiful," he murmured, twitching the flair of the dress into
place and rising.

"Thankyou River," Miss Parker said in amusement.

For Jarod, she found some dark grey slack and a crisp white shirt, making
sure several of the top buttons were left undone, so his golden collar was
visible. While he slipped into some shoes, Parker stepped back to admire the
fine figure he made. With his shirtsleeves rolled up, and the collar of his
shirt open, she caught tantalising glimpses of the tanned and muscular body
beneath his clothes. The white shirt made his features seem even darker, more
striking, and as he lifted his gaze and gave her a slow, sexy grin, she felt her
heart skip a beat.

"Spin," she commanded.

Jarod turned in a slow circle, holding his hands out and flexing his
muscles slightly, illustrating the broad power in his shoulders. Half way
through his second spin, when he had his back to her, Miss Parker stepped
forward, cupping his ass in her hands and squeezing.

"I always thought you had the most amazing, tight ass, River," she purred, "And
I got to see it I action so often when you were running away."

Jarod gave a soft chuckle, staying perfectly still as she ran her hands up
his back, across his shoulders and then back under his arms, pressing her body
against his. ker ker gave his nipples a delicate tweak, and he drew in a sharp
breath.

"Still tender?" she asked, smoothing her hands down to his hips.

"Yes Mistress," Jarod said, "But it isn't unbearable."

"Excellent. Anything else I should know about?" Miss Parker asked. She pushed
her hands into his pockets, scratching her fingernails over his muscular thighs.

"A bit of stiffness in my shoulders, Mistress, from being bound," Jarod said.

"Nothing a soak won't cure tonight."

Withdrawing her hands from his pockets, Parker led him back into the
bathroom. She blow-dried her hair quickly, and Jarod sat and watched as she
applied some make-up, which, she realised, he had taken from her own bathroom.
She dabbed on some perfume, and Jarod got a glint in his eyes when she swiped
some between the swell of her breasts. For him, Parker found some cologne, and
she played with his earlobes while he slapped some on. She ruffled her fingers
through Jarod's two-day stubble, tugging on some with the tips of her fingers.

"This is going to feel really good between my thighs tonight," she murmured
huskily, and Jarod let out a strangled sound, making her laugh.

Finally they were both ready, and Parker led the way downstairs, pausing
beside the bookshelf she had tried to shove aside two days ago. Jarod, to her
consternation, pushed it aside fairly easily, and took the key to the door from
one of the books on the shelf. He unlocked the door, and then humbly handed the
key to Miss Parker. She tucked it into his pants pocket with a small smile.

The door opened to reveal a front room, with what was obviously a door to
the outside at the opposite end. The room was empty except for a lone table in
the centre of the room. On it rested the silk pyjamas she had been wearing when
Jarod had nabbed her, her purse, her car keys, his wallet, his cell phone, an
open red notebook, and Jarod's silver Halliburton case, containing the DSAs.
Ponderously she walked over to it, Jarod not far behind her, and ran her fingers
over the ridged top gently. Parker was aware that he was tight with tension
behind her, and drew the moment out a little bit to amuse herself.

"You shouldn't leave such precious things lying around, River," she murmured,
"You never know who might take them."

Picking up her purse, Miss Parker took out some cash and stuffed it into
Jarod's pockets, ignoring his relieved look. She handed him the car keys, and
then reached up to thread her fingers into his hair, tugging lightly.

"Trust me," she whispered, and Jarod nodded, "Now, next on the agenda; your
behaviour in public. I expect you to be the utmost gentlemen, you will open
doors for me, walk on the curbside of the footpath and slightly behind me.
w
we go to lunch, you are to order for both of us, something I'd enjoy, provide
interesting conversation and pay the bill. As it would be unseemly for you to
call me Mistress, instead, you'll shorten it to just Miss, and when you are
referring to me in conversation with somebody else, the waiter for instance, you
will call me your partner. Do you understand, River?"

"Yes Mistress," Jarod said, kissing her palm as she slowly dropped her hand.

"Very good. Let's go."

They headed out the final door, into a small, overgrown front yard edged
by the same sort of high fence. Jarod locked the door using the same key he had
taken off the bookshelf, leading Parker to her car, which was sitting in the
gravel driveway, a tarp thrown over it, which he pulled off. Holding the door
open for her, he made sure Miss Parker was seated before putting the roof down
and heading to the drivers side. He used a small remote to open the gate, and
then they were on the road, and she got her first glimpse of the comfortable
neighbourhood they were staying in.

"Who does the house belong to?" Miss Parker asked, out of idle curiosity.

"Master Marcus Levrin," he said, with a small smile, "He lent it to me. He's a
lovely man."

"Oh."

"Where would you like to go, Mistress?" Jarod asked, pulling his sunglasses from
the dash and handing Parker hers.

"Is there a town nearby? I'd like to wander around," she said, tilting her face
up to the sun.

Jarod nodded, and drove them to a small, quaint street of shops about
fifteen minutes away. A sign told her the town was called 'Trinity', but that
gave her no reference as to what state they were in.

Once Jarod had parked, Parker waited patiently for Jarod to come around to
her side and open the door for her, taking his hand as he assisted her out of
the car. They strolled down the street, Jarod to her left and slightly behind
her, resting the palm of his hand on the small of her back. They passed a few
people as they walked, and Miss Parker smiled pleasantly at an elderly couple
that were sitting on a bench.

She stopped outside of a small jewellery store, peering in intently. When
she headed for the door, Jarod hurried ahead to open it for her, his hand
touching gently to her back in what Parker found to be a very intimate gesture.

Inside, Miss Parker browsed contentedly, peering into the display cases of
men and women's jewellery. When she reached the men's earrings, she stopped,
looking from a pair of tiny gold hoops, to Jarod, then back to the hoops.

"Mistr- Miss?" Jarod corrected, mindful of the drowsy saleslady in the corner.

"Gold looks very nice on you, River," she said, touching the collar at the base
of his throat. Jarod looked worried.

"My ears aren't pierced, Miss," he said. Parker gave him a speculative look.

"Mmmm."

They left the store without purchasing anything, continuing down the
street as Miss Parker browsed shop windows. Jarod grew more and more fidgety as
they grew closer to one store, and she realised why when she looked in the
window. It was a candy store.

"All right, Cookie Monster, let's go," she said with an exaggerated sigh, and
Jarod's enthusiasm as he hustled her through the door left her in no doubt as to
how thankful he was. Like a Pretender in a candy store, Parker thought wryly,
watching him try to examine everything at once.

"Oh Miss..." Jarod sighed, a packet of Twinkies in one hand and some Pez in the
other. Seeing nobody was attending the store, leaving it empty, Parker snapped
her fingers and pointed to her side.

"Heel, River, and put that stuff down," she murmured. Jarod sighed, tossing the
items back on the shelves and trudging back to stand behind her, head down, just
as the shopkeeper emerged from a back room.

"Morning," the woman called cheerfully.

"Good morning," Parker replied. Jarod was fidgeting behind her.

Slowly she walked among the shelves, trying not to laugh as Jarod almost
bounced with anxiety, obviously wanting to go on a sugar-rampage and resisting
doing so with just a fine edge of self-control.

"You may pick three things, that's it," Miss Parker whispered over her shoulder.
Jarod gave her a half pained, half excited look.

"Thankyou, Miss," he mouthed back.

He disappeared around the corner and came back with his pack of Twinkies,
picking up some Pez on his way and peering over each and every item on his way
over to her. When she gave a brief chuff of impatience, he quickly grabbed the
biggest bar of chocolate he could find, heading over to drop them all on the
counter.

"And a couple of blocks of chocolate fudge," Miss Parker said, spying the sweet
under glass on a shelf behind the counter. The woman smiled, gathering up the
fudge then hunting around for something.

"I'm out of bags. I'll just go get some from out the back; won't be a minute,"
she said cheerfully, disappearing once again.

A soon as she was gone, Miss Parker grabbed Jarod's shirt collar in both
hands, pulling her surprised slave down to her level for a passionate kiss. He
gave a soft cry before succumbing to her, his hands slipping to her waist as he
kissed her back, hungrily. Jarod moaned as she thrust her hands into his hair,
scratching her nails across his scalp.

A moment later he stumbled as Miss Parker stepped smartly out of his
grasp, regaining her composure and smoothing her dress. Jarod looked confused
and aroused, and she slapped his hands away asreacreached for her again,
stepping in front of him to hide his erection just as the shopkeeper re-emerged.

"Found 'em," the woman said, holding up some brown paper bags. She put their
purchases into one, ringing it up. Still looking stunned, Jarod fumbled in his
pocket for some money.