“Mine, mine, mine”.
Thank you to all who have been reading this series and have expressed your ‘liking’ for the piece. It was a lot of fun to write, even though it has grown whiskers since it was written. There are a few more episodes to post.
“Come on, Laura, pick it up! I can’t stay up here all day. It’s exhausting!”
Bart was suspended in mid air, about ten feet from the roof apex, twenty feet off the ground.
“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t. What if they don’t work?”
Laura, mesmerized by the languid flap of Bart’s massive wings, stood on the top of the roof. She remembered the times he trapped her small, delicate wings within his and felt the power of his dominance. Bart had many faults, and a sadistic nature, but his sexual allure could not be denied. Laura was blossoming like a rose, with little Japanese beetles buried deep within her petals. She felt Shibari was helping them bond, though Bart left her too long in the bindings. Parts of her had turned temporarily blue. She was finding this ‘freedom of the ropes’ one knot at a time.
“Come on, Laura, I’ll catch you. Trust me. Now, run fast and leap. Your wings should work fine.”
Laura did as she was told and hit the air running. She dropped like a stone.
“Bart! You Fuckerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!”
“Hey, Laura! Next time flap your wings, not your gums.”