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Basking in the glow of the night before, she slept. Curled up in a soft ball of lovely flesh she laid, a smile winding its way up her cheek. Her bare, sweat-glistening chest rising and falling softly, the moisture of her spent body, slowly seeping its way into the ripped and tossed sheets. Fingers caress her bruised wrists in sweet memory of the night before as her dreams relive them in vivid detail...
She sat in the dark room, shivering slightly in anticipation and apprehension. Her boyfriend had told her that this would be a night to remember, but her imagination kept egging her. Something just wasn't right; she could smell her own fear. They had always been open with each other, her boyfriend and she. Any time they were going to make love, she would know in explicit tasty detail.
It was her habit to plan everything to the last detail. It was not a habit it was merely a part of her, as deeply entrenched into her soul as her religion. He also knew this, and that was the main reason he didn't tell her his plans. He wanted her uneasy, he wanted her off balance, not knowing what to expect. She knew he wasn't going to hurt her, she trusted him with her life, but still that gleam in his eye as he closed the door, that unadulterated lust and craving, frightened her as the darkness consumed her.
The silence frightened her, the darkness frightened her; the time frightened her. Had he forgotten her or was he intentionally doing this to get this reaction? Knowing his memory she honestly couldn't tell and as the moments dragged on, she truly began to doubt herself. Finally he came in, the light of the other room barely allowing her to see him.
He was wearing a pair of shorts and a Tee shirt, both black. It was different from what he was wearing before, she noticed this instantly. She glanced down at her own clothes, long sleeved shirt, wide-legged jeans, and brown leather shoes with black socks. Then she noticed the bag. His leather duffel bag, also black, matched his clothes. He sat down on the side of the bed, and kissed her, taking her head in one hand as he pulled her close to him. She was too mad at him to do much besides stare at him. He pulled away and opened the bag.
Out of the bag he pulled a black silk scarf. He took it in both hands and looked up at her and smiled. "Do you trust me?" Again he was the same man she had fallen in love with 6 months ago. She dispelled all of her fears and smiled at him.
"Of course I do." With she felt the scarf being rolled-up and slipped over her eyes, Following this, was a night mask, one of those little eye covers that people use to sleep. Now what light she had was stolen from her as the silk and mask effectively blinded her. He whispered as he licked the side of her ear.
"Lay down in the middle of the bed." Again she does his bidding, relying on her trust of him. She felt fur rub along her bare inner arm, then both of them. The rattle of metal... A chain? "Wha..." was all she got out before the handcuffs clicked around both of her wrists. She instantly tugged at them and they were bound to something at the head board.
She was now trapped. She heard a soft chuckle and a pair of hands caressing her arms. She felt him move down the bed and she felt his hands touch her legs, again the soft caress and she felt him removing her shoes and socks. "Hey this isn't funny." The fear returning. If he was just gonna fuck her why was he tying her up before taking off her clothes. She started doubting him again.
"What are you doing?"
