Mike lived in an open-plan two-bedroom apartment, the perfect mix of old-fashioned charm and modern luxury. Apart from a big red brick wall adorned with abstract paintings, the living room and dining area were painted in different shades of grey and sparsely decorated. A large black sofa, half-empty industrial shelves and an expensive home video system made the place look like a true bachelor pad. In fact, the only thing that gave anything away about Mike's personality was an acoustic guitar hanging on the wall.
"Would you like a drink?" Mike asked, retrieving two wine glasses from a bar cabinet.
"Whatever you're having," I said, hoping a drink would help calm my nerves. He poured us a glass of chilled white wine each.
Even though we had just had sex, I couldn't help but feel nervous. The first time had been at a hospital filled with people, and I hadn't been aware of his little secret when I followed him down to the locker room. This time I knew about it which made it impossible not to wonder what kinds of crazy things he might really be into. I'd asked myself more than once on the way home if I was sure about this, but while I couldn't think of a rational answer to that question, I couldn't bring myself to say no. Maybe I was too curious, or simply too horny, to let the opportunity slip.
"What did you think about the locker room?" Mike asked, as if he had read my mind and knew what I was thinking about. I blushed.
"I'd never done anything like it before," I admitted, and he laughed.
"Was it that obvious?" I asked, slightly offended.
"Rose, that was the best locker room sex I've ever had," he said in an attempt to win me back over. "And believe me, it wasn't my first time."
"Such a gentleman," I teased. "You always know what to say, don't you?"
Mike sat down on the sofa and signaled for me to come closer. I hesitated at first but walked over and sat down next to him.
"I didn't tell you to sit down," he said in a low voice. I rolled my eyes, wondering to myself if he had actually implied I needed his permission to sit down.
"I didn't tell you to sit down," he repeated. "And I don't appreciate the eye rolling."
"I'm sorry," I said, getting back up and trying my best to keep a straight face.
"Get down on your knees," he said, and I did as I was told. "I realize you're not used to this," he explained, "but this is the way I do it. You're an incredibly beautiful woman, Rose, and I'm so happy that you are here. But you need to know that it has to be this way, or not at all."
"Why does it have to be this way?" I asked, wondering if he might actually just be megalomaniac, after all.
"We all like different things," he said. "I like being dominant. And the women I've been with have all liked being submissive. Honestly, I think having sex this way has given them their strongest, most intense orgasms, and when you're used to that, it's not as much fun going back to regular sex anymore."
"You are so full of yourself," I said laughing. "You really think you're that amazing?"
Suddenly, Mike got a look on his face that made me think about a lion just about to attack its prey. He moved closer to me and nibbled on my earlobe.
"You are
so
going to regret saying that," he whispered, then he grabbed my hair and gave it a pull. "What do you do if you want me to stop?"
"I just tell you to stop," I whispered back, already feeling surprisingly excited considering he hadn't done anything yet.
"No," he said calmly. "We're changing the rules because, this time, nobody will be able to hear you scream, and considering the things I have in mind for you, you're going to want to scream."
I swallowed.
"If you tell me to stop, I won't give a shit. I'm going to continue anyway because right now, all I want to do is to drive you crazy with desire. But if, at some point, you
really
want me to stop, say your name. If you say your name, I'll stop immediately and that means it's over for this time. Do you understand?"
I nodded.
"Do you understand?" he asked again, giving my hair a sudden tug.
"I understand," I answered.
"Good. Now open up my pants," he said, without letting go of my hair. I fumbled with my hands but managed to unbutton his jeans while looking up at the ceiling. There was a rather large wet spot on his boxers from pre-cum and I beamed with pride knowing that I had caused it.
"I showed you my oral skills already," Mike said. "Now show me yours."
He leaned back looking slightly amused as if waiting to see if I would meet his expectations, and I knew this was my opportunity to show him what I could do. I had always thought of myself as a self-assured and independent woman, but for some reason I was craving this man's approval, wanting nothing more than to please him. I pulled down his boxers and started kissing his shaft up and down while slowly caressing his inner thighs. His cock was fully erect and most of all I wanted to feel it inside me, but as I assumed that decision wasn't up to me, tasting it in my mouth would be a close second - at least to start with.
I grabbed the base of his dick with one hand and started playing with my tongue on the tip while scratching his chest lightly with my fingernails. Mike groaned when I opened my mouth and let his cock slide in, wrapping my lips around it tightly. He grabbed my hair, but instead of pulling it or using it to hold my head in place, his hand followed me rhythmically as I sucked harder and harder. He lifted his hips and pushed his cock in deeper and deeper into my mouth, desperate to see how far he could go, and I was equally desperate to satisfy his hunger. I alternated between sucking hard and taking short breaks, teasing him with my tongue and my lips on the sensitive head. Not only did I want to make him come, I wanted to drive him crazy with desire the same way he had done with me. I wanted to feel his legs tense as he filled my mouth with his load, knowing that I'd been the one to make it happen.
Unfortunately, Mike had other plans. Right as I could feel the head of his penis against the back of my throat, he yanked my hair and made me stop.
"Mind-blowing," he said with a smile, and I couldn't help but feel pleased with myself. "I was tempted to let you continue, but I have other things planned."
My curiosity was definitely piqued.
"I haven't showed you my favorite room," he continued, leading me down the hallway to a spacious well-appointed bedroom with floor-to-ceiling windows and a beautiful view of the New York City skyline. "I think you'll like it."
He walked up right behind me, tugged my hair behind my ear and lightly kissed the nape of my neck, giving me goosebumps. He then moved his way up to my earlobe, sucking and nibbling on it, pausing only to tell me how beautiful I was and how hot he was for me. When I turned around he wrapped his arms around me, let them slide down to the small of my back and pressed my body tightly against his so that I could feel his growing erection, longing for him to be inside me. He licked and kissed his way to my mouth and probed his tongue inside, invading it as if marking his territory. I put my hands around his face, passionately returning his kiss, our tongues entwining as we got lost in the taste of each other. No longer being able to control myself, I grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing his broad shoulders and muscular torso that made my hunger for him explode. I pulled down his pants that were already buttoned up and released his swollen cock, but before I could do anything else, his hands closed around my wrists and he looked me in the eyes.
"Have you ever been restrained during sex?" he asked, making me wet with desire for him.
"No," I admitted, secretly hoping this would be the first time.
"Come on," he said and led me to the bed. Then he walked over to his wardrobe and came back with three ties. He tied one around each of my wrists and secured them to each side of the headboard, leaving me in a vulnerable position that only made me want him more.
"What's the third one for?" I asked innocently.
He crawled up onto the bed with a mischievous look on his face, then tied it around my head, covering my eyes like a blindfold.
"Ah, I see..." I said, biting my lip, thinking about all the things he might do to me. Mike laughed.
"More like you won't be able to see anything at all," he corrected, "which makes it so much easier to have some fun with you."
He straddled me, kneeling, and I could feel his warm breath on my neck. I tried to lean forward to kiss him but the restraints wouldn't let me, effectively keeping me right where he wanted. Not being able to move made me even more aroused than I already was, and the fact that he wasn't touching me was driving me wild with anticipation. I could do nothing more than sit and wait, humiliated, yet still loving every second of it.
Suddenly I felt Mike unhooking my bra, then he pulled my shirt over my head and left it with the sleeves around my wrists. He moved his face closer to mine but didn't touch me.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, making me blush. I knew what he wanted me to say. He wanted me to admit how aroused I was and how much power he had over me seeing as he could make me wet simply by tying me to his bed and making me wait for him to decide what he wanted to do to me. What is more, I couldn't get used to this feeling, this mix of submissiveness, vulnerability and arousal that I had never experienced before. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, and while I wanted nothing more than to let go and let Mike do whatever kinky things he had planned, I found it difficult not to try to analyze the situation in my mind.
"I asked you a question," Mike repeated, interrupting my thoughts. "And I expect the truth."
I blushed.
