He touched her chin, lifting it slightly. Her lips were curved down into a pout. A sheen of sweat on her temples and forehead caused her skin to glisten in the low light. He could smell her, the fear and anxiety that had been hanging around her all night. It made him smile, but just barely. She only noticed the left corner of his lips twitch slightly. She twitched with it, her anxiety building, knowing he was up to something but being too scared to think what it could be.
He bent down to kiss her full lips and she leaned away from him instinctively. He felt it, and pulled her chin closer to his face, looking her in the eyes and daring her to move away from him again. She obediently leaned into him, wanting the kiss just as bad as he did but fearing what it meant. Their lips touched and he sucked the breath out of her lungs. She felt her body go weak even though she struggled not to lean into him for support. He seemed to sense it and, wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her close, her breast pressing against his chest, his crotch against her thigh. She gasped, kissed him harder, yielded to his strength and felt herself let go as he slid his hand up the back of her sweater to unhook her bra. His fingers were rough from hard labor. They scratched at, but soothed, her hot skin.
He kissed her chin, sucked her bottom lip, moved to the corner of her jaw and neck and bit lightly. She groaned and leaned into him harder, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging tight. Her smell was intoxicating and he felt dizzy. She reminded him of gardenias and warm summer nights. He smelled like wood smoke and sweat and she clung to his shoulders in a desperate attempt to keep her balance. He hooked his arm around her and gently lifted her up and cradled her against his chest. His sweater scratched at her face and she hugged his shoulders tight as much to help him keep her in his arms as to hold on and never let go.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and dropped her feet to the ground. She stood, hesitant of her own balance, and looked up at him shyly. A faint blush crept up her neck and onto her cheeks. No doubt starting from her breast, he thought. The idea of her skin turning pink made his nerves sing. His fingers trembled and he fought to control himself. She couldn't see how she affected him. Not yet, anyway. He lifted the hem of her sweater and tugged it upward, indicated what he wanted. She backed up and slowly pulled the garment over her head. Her plump breast filled out the black lacey bra and her skin was milky white and glowing. He was right. She was tinged pink all over in beautiful splotches. He felt his cock jump in his pants but willed himself to ignore it. She slowly slid the straps of her bra over her shoulders and down her arms. Her nipples were hard in the cool air. Or was it desire? He'd find out soon enough. Next was her skirt, tights and boots. He watched all of this with hungry eyes but did his best to affect a bored look. She glanced at his expression with worry. Wasn't she doing it right? Should she go slower? She attempted to exaggerate her motions, causing his dick to jump against his zipper again as her curved ass rose in the air when she bent down to roll the tights down over her calves and ankles and off her feet. He felt like grabbing her then, tearing her panties off of her, and driving his cock into her warmth. His vivid thoughts made him shift uncomfortably in an attempt to control himself once again.
She paused, looking at him for direction. He held out his hand as an invitation to come closer. He could feel the heat of her skin envelope him as her knees fit between his.
"Would you like to undress me?" His voice rough from lust, he struggled to get the words out audibly.
She nodded. He stood, his body rubbing against her naked skin as he did. She shivered from the sensation and moved her hands to his waist quickly. She tugged up the hem of his sweater and enjoyed the warmth underneath. He held his arms over his head as she pulled it over and dropped it to the floor. Then she leaned against him, inhaling his scent, and kissed him on the chest and shoulders. He moaned softly as her soft lips caressed him. Her fingers worked at his belt and slowly pulled it out of the loops one at a time. He recognized her attempt to tease him and he loved her for it. He was going to have fun punishing her for this torture she put him through. A short chuckle escaped him and she tensed, waiting for whatever was next. He touched her arms, smoothed his hands over her shoulders in an attempt to calm her. She unbuttoned his jeans and slowly dropped to her knees, kissing her way down his torso. She grasped the zipper latch in her teeth and tugged it down. Her hands tugged the material down as she kissed what skin she could reach. He helped her as he stepped out of his pants and she looked up at him. He played with a loose strand of hair that cupped her cheek, twirling it around his finger absently as he pondered what he should do next. She seemed to react for him as she kissed his cock through his boxers, biting the hard flesh gently and tugging at the material with her lips. He laughed then, aware of what she wanted to do for him. He grabbed her wrists from his waist and pulled her to her feet, reluctant to let her hold the reins yet.
"Get on the bed, with your knees tucked under you."
She climbed up on the mattress, getting situated and comfortable. His rough fingers trailed down her spine and between the open crack of her ass. She shuddered and ducked her head between her arms to hide her blush. She could hear him moving around and then suddenly he grabbed her hair and yanked her head up. He quickly stuffed a rag in her mouth and pulled a pillowcase over her head. She shouted through the gag and tried to move but as soon as she did his hand smacked down on her left ass cheek, causing tears to well up in her eyes from the sudden pain. He smacked her again, this time from a different angle but on the same spot and told her to hold still when she squealed and wiggled her body away. He grabbed her right wrist, holding it twisted behind her back and started wrapping soft cord around the delicate skin. She realized he'd chosen something soft so as not to rub her skin raw and a warm feeling filled her chest. He still tied the cord tight and roughly twisted her arm even further back as he grasped the other wrist and did the same. A muffled sound of pain came from around her gag and he paused.
"What?"
She shook her head.
"No?" His hand collided with her right ass cheek and she squealed against the rag, fighting to free her arms. Her hands were in tight fists and he admired the white, stretched skin around her tense knuckles. He kissed her between the shoulders, attempting to soothe the cramped muscles. He felt her relax slightly as his lips caressed her. He smiled as her posture became less rigid. A blush crept across her back and he tickled the edges of it with his finger tips. She sighed loudly and her whole body relaxed as much as possible. He leaned over her, his weight resting on her hips, his dick digging into her thigh. He put his mouth next to her ear under the black pillow case.
"I want you to be good. I want you to do exactly what I say. When I ask you a question, you can say yes, but if you say no, you will be punished severely. You're mine for the night. You can't go anywhere. You can't do anything. You can't get away. You're helpless." He grabbed her wrists and twisted them, causing the cord to dig into her skin. He felt the wince shudder her entire body. "Do you understand?"
She nodded and pushed her hips up against him to prove she was more than willing to do as he wished.
"You'll beg me to let you suck my cock."
She made muffled noises against the gag and he laughed. "Not now, pet." He straightened up and took his weight off her hips.
"I can't decide what to do with you. Do you have any suggestions?"
She was silent.
"No?" He rubbed her left ass cheek and spanked her softly to raise the blood to the surface.
She nodded vigorously and attempted to tell him ideas. He grabbed her wrists and twisted causing her to moan.
"I don't like any of your ideas. How about we hang you upside down? Maybe all the blood rushing to your head will make your brain work better." He gave her a loud, soft smack that startled her. "Now what do you say?"
She mumbled, but he made out the word cock and he patted her thigh.
