__ME__
We walk besides each other. Our conversations are casual. We hardly flirt or even tease, because we both know very well what's at stake. Tonight could ever leave you healed or traumatised. You are aware of your helplessness, I'm aware of my responsibility.
Our relationship is weird. It's like we have two separate relationships, or what I could call one, very schizoid one.
In real life, we're friends with a trust level as good as if we've known each other since elementary school. You're dominant and upright, and always in charge of the conversation. I like it that way.
When we text, however, well... you're nothing short of my sex slave.
I have enough video material on you to ruin your life if I wanted to. Maybe that's what makes it so exciting for you, I don't know. In any case, I'm excited by the level of power I have, but also by the trust you give me.
And that's why I'm so amazed. This is the very first day we meet in real life, and we're talking like we're business partners.
Hot.
I had hoped it would be like this. I'll break these taboos with my hands, not with words, once we're at my place.
__HER__
As I climbed his stairs, I could feel his eyes burning in my back. I was scared. And I loved it. One year of affection for a heap of pixels had suddenly turn into flesh, blood and sturdy muscle.
My thoughts went racing.
'I cannot read you, for God's sake! What will you do with me once we're there? Maybe you have no idea what you're doing. Maybe you'll start fidgeting, pour me a drink I don't want to sip on for a million years, talk about the weather and ask me with a trembling voice where you're allowed to touch me. Please be confident. I want to let go. I need to let go. I cannot carry this situation on top of everything else.
The door shuts.
I turn around.
His hand grips the back of my neck, his finger softly strokes my cheekbone.
I looked in his eyes, but he wasn't looking back. His gaze danced over my body, in a calculated, almost disinterested way.
This was a different man from the one I just talked to on the way back from the train station.
Still bewildered from this sudden metamorphosis, my lips prepared to speak the word 'what?'.
And this did not go unnoticed: 'shh', he said, as his other hand firmly grabbed my chin. My body turned limp, as if it instinctively surrendered itself to be used. His eyes suddenly locking into mine with a psychopathic stare.
Before I could wonder whether I was in trouble, his other hand pulled me towards him swiftly and forcefully, then locked itself around my neck, together with his other hand.
That stare...
I knew that whatever he would enact upon me tonight, he would do so with confidence.
'Close your eyes'.
Yes sir.
His grip tightened, I started gasping for air, I could feel his breath, and as his grip finally loosened... his lips were upon mine.
After three seconds he disengaged his lips, and his hand traveled along my throat, pushing my gaze up with just his finger, as his thumb entered my mouth.
'Don't move'.
His hand traveled down my throat again, towards my cleavage, casually grabbing my left breast and pulling it out of my t-shirt.
'Hmm' he said. He said it with a calculating tone to his voice, as if he was considering buying me from a slave market. As if he was pondering about what my body would be useful for. Suddenly he pulled me close. Our lips connected, his tongue danced alongside mine, his teeth sunk softly into my bottom lip.
In a split-second he was behind me, his hand placed on my throat, pushing my head up again, as his other hand traveled down to the bottom of my t-shirt.
'Close your eyes'.
His finger traveled upwards, slowly exposing my belly, my breasts, before it came to a halt just above my cleavage. He tied my shirt into a knot and fasted it.
He circled around me again, grabbed my chin, and pushed his thumb into my mouth, as he looked deeply into my eyes.
Things were racing in the back of my head, mostly the uncertainty about what was about to happen, and the long list of requirements my parents had always said should be met before anyone could see me like this. Yet here I was, vulnerable, and exposed.
Luckily, I wasn't given the time to ponder on this too long, as my attention was caught by something cold encircling my left wrist. Before I realized what was happening, he had handcuffed me.
He now had a smirk on his face.
He got down on his knees, pulled down my pants and panties, walked a few steps backward, leaned against the wall and just looked at me, as if he were inspecting me.
'Not bad...'
He smirked. 'Don't move, I'm gonna get something'.
Seconds became minutes, and I started to wonder when he would return. It was chilly in his apartment. If I looked down, I could see the goosebumps on my breasts start forming, and my nipples get harder. The handcuffs were tight. After six minutes, I started wrenching my wrists in the handcuffs, bending over a bit, to get rid of the pressure around my wrists. Then I heard footsteps. Shocked, I swiftly stood up right again.
That was the moment the door opened.
There he was. He walked towards me, and with one hand, he grabbed my pussy, just like that. One finger slipped inside. His other hand gripped me by my hair.
