A Weekend With Bili
Friday Evening:
That she had been attracted to him for many years was no secret. In fact, the only thing that had kept them from getting together was her fear of his kinks. And, though she found many of his kinks to be arousing, she found many of them off putting, as well.
The wine and food was excellent this night. They sat across from each other chatting, reminiscing over the times that they had shared over their long friendship.
As she drained her glass for the second time and then she looked over at him, her eyes serious. "What's it like?" she asked him.
He cocked an eyebrow. "What do mean?"
She crossed her legs, as she straightened up on the couch. "Fucking you."
He grinned at her. He had wondered when her curiosity would finally get the better of her. She knew a lot of the things that he liked to do to women. She had recoiled, in fact, at some of his deeds. The fact that she asked him what it was like told him that she wanted to find out, first hand.
"Megan," he said, "the only way to know is to give me the keys and suffer through a weekend with me. Otherwise, you will never know." They sat quietly for the next few minutes. He watched her chew her lower lip, thinking.
"Well, it is up to you. Know this, though. I will not bring any harm to you. Chances are that you will suffer pain. And, once you agree to a weekend with me you won't be able to get out of it, no matter what." He told her. "That I will show no mercy, you can be sure of."
She looked at him, her curious excitement growing. She thought for a while at what he could make her do. She remembered back to their conversations of how he had abused the women that he had been with. Sure, the bondage and the spankings appealed to her. However, she wasn't certain that she could handle some of his more extreme kinks.
"Look, Bili, " she said, finally, "You know that I don't do a lot of things that you would want me to do. I don't swallow and I don't take it up the ass. I can't do a lot of the kinky things that you like to do. But, I want a taste of what you offer. I want a taste of you" she finished.
He grinned at her. He loved watching women try to negotiate. It meant that they were already his to do with, as he wanted. "No deal." He told her, softly. "If you wish to bed me down you must do so according to my rules. Otherwise it won't happen."
She shivered as the words left his mouth. She amazed herself that a man could seem so powerful while speaking so softly. She felt her sex stir, flush with blood. Suddenly, she noticed his hands, large and strong. She had not noticed his hands before. In fact, though she had thought him handsome, she had never really looked at his form before. Now, she was suddenly noticing his every feature.
For long and long neither of them spoke, finally she moved to where he sat and kneeled in front of him. She gazed up at him and nodded in affirmation. He slipped his right hand underneath her chin and held her, staring into her large green eyes.
"There will be no chance to get out once we start. There will be no choices once we start. There will be nothing but my commands once we start" he told her. Again, her chin in his hands, her eyes locked to his, she nodded in affirmation.
She stepped across the threshold and into his room. Her eyes wandered about, expecting to see a dungeon atmosphere. She did not. His bedroom, painted white, was large and sparsely furnished.
His bed was huge, and sat in a heavy wooden frame. The tall, heavy, headboard had three holes set equidistant from each other. The footboard, though not so high as the headboard was heavy and had similar holes to the headboard, just above mattress level. The rest of his furnishings consisted of a small dresser, an overhead light and a small armoire. She noticed, too, that the closets doors were fully mirrored.
His hands moved to her hair and pulled her head back. Excited, she did not resist. Then he leaned down and met her lips with his. She felt herself become wet as the kiss lingered. And then, it was over. She tottered slightly as his hand left the thick of her hair.
She watched him, as he seemed to glide across the room to open the armoire. She saw that it was filled will various accoutrements, though what they were she could not tell.
He returned to where she stood and presented her with a wide leather collar. He showed her its design. There were three gleaming rings set in the collar, one in front and one on each side. The back of the collar had a small metal hasp and a small, unlocked, padlock.