The alarm clock buzzed, the fan rotating on the dresser half heartedly muffling the noise coming from the clock radio. Monty rolled to his side, squelching the irritating sound, knowing full and well, another buzzer would be sounding off momentarily. His eyes became accustomed to the dimly lit bedroom, many nights spent here, flipping, tossin turning wondering if life would ever be good again.

He stretched out, his legs pulling covers away from Amber's bare shoulders, instinctively she backed her bare ass against him for warmth. Monty liked this, this woman he had met in the past summer, she had made him feel alive again, gave him purpose, gave him life. He ran his hand over her shoulder , down her back, watching as her body melded to his touch, down her rib cage, along the small waist to rest on her sweet ass. Monty knew what came next, her leg would raise and drift back to cover his, her foot would stroke down his calf muscle and she would mutter "Good Morning babe" It was like the clock, it worked the same way most always, barring a blackout, they had grown quite comfy together, their habits had joined each other, complimented each other, seemingly all was well in their partnership.
Weeks would go by, neither of them upset, unhappy nor bored. The days off found the two meeting up with old friends, doing the same things they had always done, and always finding each others embrace the next morning. Slowly Amber turned to face Monty, softly scratching across his chest, knowing what was coming next, she played against his nipples and started down his belly to the happy trail she had traversed many times. Monty felt it, his arousal evident in the sheets, a grin creasing his face, they would make love, just as they had every morning he had a day off since Amber had moved in.
Technically, she never moved in, clothes, necessities, but never a hint of her style and fashion, none of her frilly things, the commitment was there, but the time had not come. Neither knew what tomorrow held, instead, they played off each other, taking each day at a time, step by step, basking in contentment that few can hold.
Monty rolled to his side facing Amber, leaning in to kiss her cheek, then dropping to her already stiff nipple, sucking it into his mouth, twirling his tongue across it, watching as goosebumps sprang forth all across her body. Amber's hand had reached its destiny at the end of his happy trail, she cupped one ball then the other before attempting to enclose her hand around his shaft. It was on, the next few moments, gasps were heard, the soft pounding became enthusiastic, demanding and then deliberate, he rode her well, she rode him hard, they meshed into one, his climax erupting hers a meld of two spirits, two souls two lovers.

Monty rose up from the bed, kissing Amber as he stood then smacked her ass saying, "Im outa here doll, headed to the river" Amber set straight up and with a long face and pouty lip spouted off, "What the Fuck" We are supposed to go to Aprils today remember", Monty knew, he had hoped it wouldn't happen, "Oh hell, that's right, do I have to go, You Know Sammie will be there, and that cunt may be your friend, but she sure as hell ain't mine" Amber barked at Monty, ""that's not what you thought last summer when she was sucking on your balls" she then threw a pillow across the room at Monty, then flashed that come and get me smile. Monty strode back to the bed, grabbing Amber's ankle, "just go without me, I'm going fishing, be home before noon"

Amber, after his grip set free, rose to her knees, walking across the bed to his side, poutingly wrapping around his shoulders, kissing his neck, " I will see you later lover"

Monty quickly showered and dressed for the day, the coffee aroma was drifting through the small house as he headed to the garage, Amber, coffee in hand set in his chair cross legged, showing her self to him as he left, blowing a kiss in his path. He smiled, indeed, good fortune had made him happy.


The mornings fishing was lousy by most standards, he only caught three keeper walleye and 5 thick crappie, still, a good morning, clouds had came in, another spring rain on its way, late. As Monty pulled to the trailer he took a moment loading, just to take in his surroundings, storm clouds, a wind picking up out of the southwest, a greenish haze filtering into the sky, Damn, hail storm on its way,
His efforts found quickness, a hail storm would be rough on his tackle and on the truck, the old boat, it could take it, He hurried home, getting the truck inside just as the storm let go. Rain came down in buckets, crap, the rest of the day was going to be wasted, There would be too much time to think and he did.

After cleaning his catch, Monty decided to clean up a bit and check out some garage sales, not a normal past time for him, but a survival instinct his parents had passed on, one persons junk is anothers treasure. afterall, there were several sales taking place with a lot of sporting odds in the ads.
Most had drawn their goods under shelter from the storm, at each stop Monty had found some knick knack, worthy of attention, his last stop, presenting the best of all. In the back of Doc Hollins garage, a bench, no a table, what it was, Monty was not sure, but his mind knew a purpose. after haggling a deal, Monty strained to lift the old chiropractic table into his truck, content with his find, he sped off for home, hoping Amber had not returned. Upon his arrival, seeing Amber was not around, and her prized Jeep was gone, Monty backed into the back yard and unloaded his treasure, a few fishing items, another life jacket, and an antique ice cream freezer along with the Table. He quickly hosed off the filth it had acquired while resting in Docs garage and the wheels began to turn, He dollied the table into the spare room, a bedroom that was used as storage mostly, some extra of this, a lot of that all sprawled across the room, It was a half hour before he had things organized giving room for the Table in the center. After making sure the movable parts functioned well, stability came into question, Monty stood on one end, the other lifting slightly, then he leaned heavily on a side, same result, it needed to be anchored. Setting it to anchors, covering it in a silk sheet, his mind conjured another necessity, locking the door behind him, he was out and about again.

When Monty hit main street, Amber came into his rear view, she flashed her lights for him to stop which he happily complied. She walked to his truck, displaying herself with each step just for his amusement, Damn she was a sexy lady. Amber wanted Monty to join her for lunch, with April . He declined insisting he had work to do at home and she would be getting a nice surprise. Amber became aglow, almost school girlish hopping with excitement, there was no way she would whine for him to abandon something for her, so off he went. Out across town to the outskirts, where LEATHERWORKS was located. There he picked up various grades of leather, rounded edges mainly, strong but supple, and buckles too. Monty was home in a flash, the next hours seemingly evaporating into thin air.

Amber called prior to coming home, asking what Monty wanted to eat, his reply, "YOU" she giggled and cooed "you can have that anytime", still she wanted to know what to bring home for their meal. Again, Monty told her, "just bring your sweet ass home"

Amber skidded the jeep to a stop in the drive, noticing all that was lit up in the house was the kitchen, she eagerly approached this safe haven she loved and lived in, entering the front room, she could smell Italian food, and music was barely audible in the back ground. Monty had called a local eatery and had a nice meal delivered, maybe a hint of the past coming back to life.

Amber was all smiles at the sight, spaghetti, meatballs, wine, salad, red roses, wow, he had been busy, she began to speak and Monty's finger stopped her lips from moving, he led her to the bathroom, a thick bubble bath awaited, music and candles filling the room, he instructed her,"You have exactly 17 minutes to relax before eating, I suggest you hurry" then turned out of the doorway and down the hall.
Amber wasted no time, she stripped down and lunged into the water, a dreamy smirk on her face, what was he up to, this was not his style, at least not since they had been sharing a bed.

in exactly 17 minutes, Monty reentered the bedroom, a bag in hand, his eyes taking in her every wet curve, "Put this on, Now". Amber giggled a bit which brought an almost insistent glare from Monty. She dressed, a simple teddy and thong set, nothing fancy or gawdy, just rufflles and lace, with a somewhat heavy choker piece matched in color with a leather insert and D ring. A robe was there too, covered, she exited the bathroom and to the Kitchen, a single candle burning was all the light needed, Monty placed his hand in the small of her back, leading her to the table, seated her and then himself, and they dined.

Very few words were spoken at first, Amber was taking it all in and enjoying this pampering, wondering what she had done to deserve this. At that moment Monty spoke, "Amber, are you mine? are you my bitch and no one elses? are you my property, are you all mine? His words angered her, she began to talk, to which he placed a finger to her lips and cautioned her, "Think before you answer, our lives are good, but fear of complacency driving a wedge between us has given me thoughts, thoughts to making us more than we have ever been" She was mortified, intrigued and pissed all at the same time, her answer came out, " I am yours, yours to have, hold and love, now what is this about"

With that, Monty scooped her up in his arms, carrying her to the room she had often just tossed items into, there in the center was a covered table, he lay her down across it on her back, pulling the robe to a side, then burying his face between her breasts, Amber asked" whats gotten into you" to which again his finger squelched her voice, coyly Monty reached under the table loosening a restraint, easing it over her waist and fastening it, Confident it would hold, he then gripped her wrist one by one binding them above her head, his next move startled Amber, being tied was not a new thing, being blindfolded was. Her lips again began to speak, to which a sharp smack stung against her thigh and a command sprang forth in question "Are you mine?" she nodded yes, soon her ankles were tethered at the sides of her hips, anticipation was making her body writhe against the binding, though she could not move, his breathing she could hear, his scent assured her he was nearby, yet she felt almost alone.

Monty looked over his woman, looked on her knowing full and well she trusted him completely to let this go this far. He wanted to make sure, they never once became routine in their lovemaking, that complacency could never make her or him stray.
Monty knelt at Amber's side, leaning into smell her, then taste her lips, they tremble at his touch, he stood, walking around her, watching as her body rose to new heights of anticipation, his fingers reaching out, brushing against the fabric she wore, trails of goosebumps raced across her body, he slipped a strap back to the side of er top, letting her breast free, then the other, and just as quickly pulled the straps back lifting her ample breast high and tight for his lips to suckle. She moaned in approval. her hips straining against the bindings, again Monty strolled around her, touching first a thigh then a rib, round and round he went, nothing escaping his gaze or deliberate touch, the thong she was in was visibly soaked, apparent she was having many tremors of pleasure tear through her middle. with his first touch of her vaginal lips, a tear manifested on her cheek, quickly, his lips wiped it away, his next touch was more deliberate, more forceful as he tore away the thin cloth covering her vagina. his fingers had played along these lips many times, many times his lips and fingers had delivered her to climax, but this time, her moist pussy was begging for him to release her, to let her cum. Slowly inserting a finger, edging along the walls of her slit, he felt every crease every dimple every raise, each one setting off a chain reaction to the others, she was not in control, her his strained hard against the straps, her feet pushing her up wanting more, but sh e could not move, dripping wet, hot moisture leaking down over her taint pooling in her winking asshole. His touch, it was gone, she turned her head as if knowing he had moved forward, that was not the case, instead, a light slap against her pussy again placed him where she needed him to be, this time her clit was subject. His thumb strobing across it, swollen, throbbing, wanting, he flicked it gently, then lifted, letting go to drag through her hood, her moans became whimpers, the pleasure began to exceed limits she no longer would have. her eyes rolled in their sockets, her body was his, his and none others. Monty pulled himself to the secure table, Amber's inflamed pussy in his face, and his tongue flicked a trail along her slit, from her wet asshole across her taint to her swollen clit he traveled, savoring the taste, the taste of what was to come, sucking her clit into his teeth he held it, as he slowly inserted finger into her ass, Amber came unhinged, she shreeked and bucked against her bindings, tearing her clit away from Monty's lips, her climax melting her into a quivering pool of flesh, nearly passing out. Monty moved to her side, assuring her he was with her, assuring her more was to come. back to the end of the table where his prize awaits, he placed his palm against her mound, then let fingers ease into her. two in her pussy another beckoning to slide into her ass, once inside, his motion brought on another wave of pleasure, and another, she was wild with passion, pushing against his hand as best she might, he pulled away, and once again, a sturdy smack stung against her clit.
She was breathing hard, erratic, huffing and gasping Monty freed himself and guided his manhood along her lips, she struggled to take it in, but the leash he had applied during her spasms would not let it be, she had to be content with him rubbing his cock along her lips, her tongue deftly attempting to corral his cock. he stood at her side, forcing the tip into her mouth, she in turned sucked against it as best she could and then, she felt ease in turning her head, she could move, he had set her free at least her head was free, free to swallow up his cock, free to lavish it with licks and sucks of lust, free to try and make her pleasure expand to him. She wanted it down her throat, try as she might that would only happen if he moved to the back. she tried to make him move there, almost biting to get his cock in position, and then it was not there.
She raised her head, asking pleading with her movements, and she felt it , Monty had moved to the end, his cock in hand he had slapped it against her wet puss, and was now forcing it into her,, she bucked forward, wanting it deep inside her, but he would not allow it, just the tip, just for a second maybe two.
again he moved, this time to the front, she looked forward to where he had been, then felt a pull against her neck, with leash in hand Monty stood over her, pulling her head down and back, the tip of his cock glistening with her juices, waiting for her mouth to swallow it in, Amber felt it first at her cheek, turnining she opened her mouth wide, sucking Monty into her awaiting throat, he did not push, he let her pull, each time a little more would vanish, she nuzzled his balls with her nose, working fiercely to bring him to a point of no return, she was his. Monty began to thrust, gagging Amber and pulled away, holding , squeezing himself off from eruption, walking to the end, letting the leash fall, unbuckling the waist belt in passing along with her wrists, he stood looking in on her, cock in hand, telling her to take off the blindfold, she did. and then looked at him as he slowly drove his cock balls deep into her sweet hot puss, her arms came forward, reaching for him, unable to control them from her time bound, as each thrust he made jarred her tits into action. His barrage lasted a few minutes, and then subsided, slowing to a steady pace, as his hands worked against her clit and asshole, her juices overflowing, making anal entrance a pleasure to be had, he did. Again he was gentle at the onset, working to a frenzy, then slowing to a stable steady pace, fingers again stroking her tender clit, and slipping inside her wanting pussy, his strokes filling her ass, her ankles still bound, each thrust better than the one before, unleashing her feet, his thrust now became demanding, he lifted her ankles and legs high, driving into her with force, she grasped the edges of the table as her body began to convulse, each stroke his balls tightening, ready to let go, she came again, hard, moaning, begging for him to cum, his neck straining to hold back, his chest rippling with adrenaline,, he pulls out as she lets go of her last climax, and then scrambles to suck him into her mouth, just as his first jet of cum races onto her lips and tongue., Amber savors it, wanting each and every drop of this molten semen, she licks it clean and slowly cups his balls,
looking into his glossy eyes, telling him

I am yours
your bitch
your property
all yours


that Monty dude, is a lucky fucker