Whatever Your Heart Desires

It was a quiet evening at home. Chuck and Sam were curled up together on the couch, and as for Sam, she was just sort of drifting in and out, secure in Chuck's arms. Sam had noticed during supper that Chuck seemed tense, just slightly wired. Now she could feel, something in Chuck's muscles, an edge, as if something inside him was all keyed up...

Samantha, slender willowy strawberry blonde, relaxed in Chuck's arms. But it kept nagging at her, that tension in Chuck. "Hmmmmm... you're wound up over something, aren't you?"

Chuck, ever the terse male: "Yeah, guess I am."

"Is it something at work?"

"No, just wound up. You know me, I get like that sometimes."

Sam knew her Chuck, she knew he did indeed get worked up sometimes over nothing either of them could put a finger on. That's just Chuck. Sam stretched, sat up, turned around. "Here, honey, you turn around..."

"Hunh?"

"Just you turn around... There, like that, with your back to me..." Now Sam was leaning up against Chuck's back, from behind. She reached up and lightly scratched the back of Chuck's neck. "Mmmmmh, I've got long fingernails!"

Chuck literally shivered with pleasure at the touch of Sam's long sharp nails. But Sam could tell that wasn't the key to unlocking Chuck's overwound watchspring tension. Now she reached up with both hands, with both of her long smooth beautiful alabaster hands, and started massaging and kneading Chuck's shoulders. "Would you like me to rub your back?"

Chuck was trembling, almost shuddering, as Sam massaged his shoulders. "Uhhhh... Mmmmm, I wonder, Sam... Could you hold my mouth?"

"Whatever your heart desires." Oh, Sam knew how much her Chuck loved it when she held her hand over his mouth! It was their private kinky little secret...

Sam reached around from behind with her right hand, her long smooth soft warm strong hand, and she clamped the palm of her hand firmly over Chuck's mouth. Her hand fastened firmly over Chuck's mouth, her thumb up alongside his nose. And Sam wrapped her left arm snugly over Chuck's stomach. Now she just held Chuck, held still, held silent...

"Mmmmmmmh, mmmmmm... Mmmmh hhmmmm hmmmmmmmm... Mmmmmmmmhh!!" Chuck made muffled moaning noises from behind Sam's tight-clamped hand. Sam could feel Chuck shivering at first. Then she could almost feel the deep, deep sense of well-being radiating from Chuck, the peace and the serenity at having his Sam's hand fastened, warm and firm, over his mouth and lower face. "Mmmmmmmmmhhh... Mmmmm, ghhmmmmm.... Mmmmmm wwmmmm HHMMMMMM!!!"

"Oh honey," Sam cooed in Chuck's ear, "you can't talk! I've got my hand over your mouth, and I'm not going to let you go, and you aren't able to say anything, and I'm not going to let you speak, because I'm holding my hand over your mouth!!" Sam knew how much it turned Chuck on when she said things like this to him while she was holding his mouth.

"Mmmmmmmh! Mmmmmmh, mmmmmm! Mmmmmhh, mmmm! Mmmmmmh, MMMMMMM! MMMMMHH, MMMMMMMM!" It sounded as if Chuck was trying to go, "Uh, uh! Uh, uh! Uh, UH!", as if he was trying to protest and say "NO!" But Chuck couldn't say anything, with Sam's long smooth soft strong hand squeezed hard over his mouth.

Sam could feel Chuck moving and stretching his jaw, as if he was trying to get his mouth open beneath her firm restraining hand. A thrill ran up Sam's spine, to realize that she had the power in her hand to keep Chuck from being able to open his mouth. Chuck couldn't open his mouth, no matter how he tried, because Sam's hand was tightly holding Chuck's mouth shut.

"Are you trying to open your mouth?"

"Mmmmmmmmmmhhhh!!"

"Oh, sweetheart, I'm not going to let you open your mouth! No, I've got my hand tight over your mouth, and I'm not going to let you go! You can't get your mouth open, can you? I've got real strong hands, you know. Can you feel how strong I've got my hand fastened over your mouth? I can hold your mouth so tight you can't possibly get it open, no matter how you try!"

"Mmmmmmh, mmmmmmm hhmmmm mmmmmmmh! Mmmmmmmmmmmh! MMMMMMH HHMMMMMM!!"

"Shhhhhh! Shhhhhh! Just you be quiet! You can't talk! I'm holding your mouth, and I'm not going to let you go. Nobody can understand you anyway. Can you speak a single word now? No, no you can't, because I'm holding my hand over your mouth! You can't talk anymore, I won't let you, I'm just going to keep my hand fastened tight over your mouth!"

"MMMMMMMMMMMHH! Mmmmmmmh..... mmmmmmhh..."

Then Sam buried her face in the warmth of Chuck's left shoulder, and for a long long time she just sat there like that, pressed up against him from behind, her left arm wrapped snugly around his stomach, her right hand pressed hard over his mouth. Sam could feel Chuck's breath through his nostrils whiffling against the edge of her hand, in and out, in and out. Sam pursed her lips and blew little hot spots into the fabric of Chuck's shirt on his shoulder. She knew how much Chuck loved it when she kept her hand over his mouth for a long long time like this...

After a while Sam raised her head, and she started playing with Chuck's ear, nibbling it with her teeth. An intense little nip on the edge of his ear, and Chuck went, "MMMMMMMMMHHHH!!"

"Shhhhh! Shhhhhh! You be quiet now," whispered Sam. "I've got you, and you're my prisoner, and I'm not letting you speak 'cause I'm holding my hand over your mouth. You're my prisoner, you're all mine" -- Sam gave Chuck's ear another sharp nip -- "and I could eat you alive if I wanted to!"

"Mmmmmmhh, hmmmmmm wwmmmmmm mmmmmmmmh! Wwwwmmmmm mmmmmm hmmmmmmmm..."

"What? Are you trying to say something? Well, I can't understand a single word of it. Maybe I shouldn't let you go until you can speak an intelligible word. I'd be holding you for a long long time, wouldn't I?"

"Mmmmmmmmhhh!!" Chuck is twisting his head back and forth, Sam can feel him working his jaw again, trying in vain to get his mouth open. "Mmmmmmmhhh, hmmmmmm mmmmmmmmhh!"

"Noooo... Nooooo... You like having my hand over your mouth, don't you? And big bad Samantha isn't going to let you go... Nooooo... Even if you could beg and plead, I still wouldn't let you go, I'd just keep my hand clamped over your mouth forever!"

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHH!!"

"Come to think of it, you aren't able to beg and plead, are you? Nooooo... You can't say anything, you can only make those funny meaningless noises with big bad Samantha's hand fastened tight over your mouth! And I'm not going to let you go, I'm just going to keep holding my hand over your mouth!!!"

With that, Sam gave Chuck's ear a final violent nip, and she buried her face back in his shoulder. Just keep holding him tight, just keep holding his mouth in a firm vise grip. Oh, Sam knew how much Chuck loved having her hand over his mouth... She must have the happiest man on the planet right now, wrapped up in her arms and firmly hand-silenced. Whatever his heart desires...