He woke up slowly and cautiously: he had absolutely no idea where he was. Without opening his eyes, he tried to assess his situation. Judging from the air flow, the room was rather large, with a high ceiling. Nothing could be heard but the slight movements of the breezes throughout the chamber. He was lying on some sort of soft surface, almost like a mattress. Directly under his back, he could feel a silky material. However, by moving his limbs slightly, he could tell that he wore absolutely nothing.
Well, not quite nothing. His wrists and ankles were tightly chained to something, allowing him very little movement. Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked around him. The room was indeed large, with no visible furniture except for the massive bed to which he was chained. There was very little light, just enough for him to make out the shadows in the corners. The ceiling was lost in the gloom.
How the hell had he gotten here? And where exactly was here? And why was he chained to the bed? Naked? This had to be some sort of a dream. But when he pulled hard on the manacle holding his left wrist, the steel cut into his flesh, causing a very definite pain. Dreams can’t cause real physical pain.
Just as he came to the conclusion that this was most definitely reality, a hidden door in the wall in front of him slid open. The glare of the light from beyond almost blinded him, but he could make out the silhouette of a female. She stepped forward and the door slid shut behind her, casting the room once more into shadows.
The click of her heels was very loud on the floor as she strode forward. As she got closer to where he was tied, he saw that she was not wearing much more than him. Her feet and calves were entirely encased in tight black boots, ending just below her knees. A pair of extremely high black shorts just barely covered her crotch, with a zippered opening between the legs. She wore a black jacket of some sort, fastened just below her navel. Above that, he could clearly see her cleavage where the jacket was left to gape open.
His eyes traveled up to her face, a face that would have looked angelically innocent if not for the dark red lipstick and heavy eyeliner. Her smirk told him that she had been quite aware of his little “inventory’ of her body.
“What the fuck is going on? Where am I? Why am I tied like this? And who the hell are you? Where are my clothes?”
To all of these questions, she merely smiled. Clearly, she had no intention of enlightening him.
“Dammit, answer me, you slut! What the fuck is going on?”
At this, she raised her right hand, slowly extended it towards him, then smacked him sharply across the mouth, making him see stars.
“You’re here because I want you here. And because you want to be here: you just can’t admit it to yourself. Now, don’t speak again unless I tell you to. Just do exactly as I say and I won’t have to hurt you. First, I want you to stay absolutely still.”
As she was saying this, she had climbed up on the bed and straddled him. She leaned down, giving him an even more revealing view of her breasts. He thought for a moment that she was going to kiss him, but she stopped, her mouth mere millimeters from his.
Slowly, she planted her hands on either side of his head, sliding her left hand under his neck. She moved her face down towards her other hand, almost to the surface of the mattress, and gently blew into his ear, making him shiver. Her tongue darted out to lick gently at his lobe before taking it in her mouth and sucking. He gasped and involuntarily rocked his head closer to her, trying to get closer to her tongue. At this, she bit him hard, not quite breaking the skin.
