"Jennifer" (surely not her real name) finished setting up the restraints on the four corners of the hotel bed. I looked on as she carefully set the for-now empty cuffs on the crisp white bed sheets. I was fully clothed, but already hard in anticipation of what was to come.
"Okay, let's go over the rules again," she said.
I responded from my place in the overstuffed chair, my mouth slightly dry from the arousal that was slowly building inside me: "The hotel safe over there"—I gestured to the room safe tucked into the open closet—"contains $500 in cash. I know the code for the keypad, and you don't. Once I'm tied down, you have two hours to get the code from me. There are a few rules:
"First, you are not allowed to use pain.
"Second, you can tickle, but it can't be used as torture to get the code—this is supposed to be about tease and denial.
"Third, the safe word is only to be used by me if I'm in physical pain or distress. It can't be used to avoid teasing."
"Sounds like a good challenge," she said. "And the $500 is as a bonus on top of my usual fee?"
"Of course." I nodded toward the plain envelope on top of the dresser. Jennifer sauntered over, making a point to brush lightly against my legs on her way by. She picked up the envelope and, after a quick peek inside, dropped in into her purse.
Then, she turned, her expression now a sultry, piercing gaze. "Let's get started. Clothes off, now."
***
I undressed and reclined on the bed, suddenly self-conscious to be nude and so very exposed in front of the fully-clothed Jennifer. The bed had been stripped of the covers and pillows leaving me lying atop just the clean, white sheet in the middle of the hotel room's king-sized bed.
"Arms up," she commanded.
I did as I was told, and Jennifer quickly secured my wrists in the padded velcro cuffs attached to the top corners of the bed. She then did the same to my ankles, and methodically tightened the slack out of each restraint so that only the slightest bit of play remained in my arms and legs. It was not uncomfortable, but being stretched out further exacerbated the feeling of helplessness that engulfed me as Jennifer looked down with a grin.
"Comfortable?" she asked. "Speak now, or hold your peace for the next two hours."
"Comfortable enough," I responded, my cock beginning to harden after hearing Jennifer say "two hours."
"Good," Jennifer replied. "Now, to set the timer." Jennifer grabbed the bedside clock/radio, currently reading 8:37pm, and set and alarm for 10:37pm. She set the clock back on the nightstand, before turning it away from me to face the wall.
"No need for you to have any distractions," Jennifer said with a smirk. My penis responded to her words by tightening further, and jerking slightly off my stomach to bob in the air.
"Oh, this is just going to be too easy, isn't it? You can barely control yourself and I've barely gotten you tied down. Just imagine what you'll feel like once I start to play with you."
Jennifer reached down beside the bed and grabbed one of the pillows. She lifted my head and replaced the pillow behind it, propping my head up so that I had a panoramic view of the room. "You're going to want to see this," Jennifer said.
Jennifer retreated to the foot of the bed, never breaking eye contact with me. I'd obviously already surveyed her body, but my heightened arousal somehow made all the details stand out even more. She was about 5'7'', thin but with ample breasts—maybe C-cup-size—and seductive curves at her hips and ass. She was wearing a thin t-shirt and denim shorts that went only a few inches down her long, lean legs.
"Well then, no time to waste," Jennifer said giddily. In one smooth motion, she removed her t-shirt and tossed it onto the floor beside the bed. Underneath was a pink lace teddy that was sheer enough to make out the outline of Jennifer's pert nipples, but opaque enough—and covered with just enough strategically placed lace pattern—to leave a little to the imagination. Jennifer unbuttoned her denim shorts and let them drop to her ankles so that she could step out of them.
"Like what you see?" she asked. It was a rhetorical question, since my now rock-hard cock was all the answer she needed. "Of course you do," she said, answering her own question.
Jennifer retreated to the corner of the room, where she had a small duffel bag. "Let's see what we have here," she said in a husky voice, rummaging through the bag. She let out little sounds of affirmation and discovery, "ah-hahs" and "mm-hmms," as she pulled several items from the bag and laid them carefully on the dresser. Although I couldn't make out every one, I took particular note of what looked like a long-handled artist paintbrush, as well as a small mess of cords and a rubber sleeve.
***
Jennifer approached from the foot of the bed, slowly dragging her fingers across my ankle and up the inside of my thigh, narrowly missing my fully erect penis. As she got toward the middle of the bed she climbed on top of it and nestled her lithe, warm body into my side, resting her head on my shoulder.
"So, where should we start?" she asked rhetorically, as her fingers lightly tickled the front of thighs and up onto my stomach. "We have plenty of time, so we're definitely not starting with that cock," she said, answering her own question.
She continued to play her fingers along my stomach and chest, pausing every so often to caress my nipples. I hadn't often thought of my nipples as an erogenous zone, but every touch of Jennifer's fingers felt like an electric shock, and my cock jumped noticeably every time her fingers plucked at one of my nipples. Jennifer moved her head into the crook of my neck, letting her lips trail up my neck, over my jawline, and finally allowing them to nibble lightly at my ear.
"By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging to give me the code," Jennifer rasped sexily into my ear. "And as a reward for being such a good boy, I'll give you the best orgasm of your life." I could only groan in response.
"I find that soft kisses have a way of breaking down a man's resistance," Jennifer said. "Do you think it will work on you?" With that, she began to plant soft, wet kisses along my ear lobe and down my neck, working her way to my chest. She kept this up for a minute or two, allowing her tongue to swirl around my nipples whenever her mouth approached them. Jennifer continued to descend slowly down my body, kissing my stomach down just below my navel. Her mouth was so close to my erection that I could feel the warmth and wetness of her breath on its tip. My hips thrust, almost involuntarily, but with all the slack taken out of the bonds my cock could only bob vertically, but I could not push it any closer to Jennifer's mouth.
