He met this woman in his Statistics class. Grace was a Senior who avoided taking math until her last year of Nursing and they'd been seeing each other for a couple months. It was nothing serious, but it was still hard to see other girls after being with someone so exceptional in bed. She was blonde and half-Japanese, with pretty brown eyes and a slim frame. She was currently circling around Ethan like a shark, her high heels click-clacking against the linoleum floor of her Boss's summer home. There was camera equipment set up in the corner, but there would be no shooting today. Grace had offered, but Ethan enthusiastically declined the opportunity.
"Do you know why I picked you, Ethan?"
"No, ma'am."
She looked him up and down- he was sitting in the room's center with rope around his wrists and ankles. She abruptly ceased her pacing and approached him, putting her hands on both his shoulders.
"Out of all the dumb freshman boys I could've picked, you were my first choice. And you're telling me you really, truly don't have the slightest inkling why?" Had it not been for the slight smirk on her lips, Ethan would've been on Red Alert, trying to determine what it was that she wanted. But there was no fierceness in her today- instead, there was a mischievous form of patience he was still unsure what to think of.
"No, mistress."
Grace's grip on his shoulders tightened. For a little thing, she sure had a lot of strength- probably from all the self-defense classes she took before college. So, despite their comical difference in height and weight, Ethan knew for a fact she could kick his ass....
"Do you know why I like you?" he countered.
She pursed her lips in thought. She'd told him before any Dom would punish him for being so inquisitive during their little games, and that he was "lucky to have someone as laid back" as her. (Whatever that means, he thought at the time.)
"It's rather obvious."
"Is it?"
She let go of his shoulders to sit down in his naked lap. She gave him a kiss on the cheek before whispering, "Tell me."
His hands clenched, annoyed that he couldn't hold her with his hands tied down. "It's not your looks," he said, thoughtfully. "Not to say that you aren't gorgeous- you're objectively a 10/10, appearance-wise." He paused, looking away from her to gather his thoughts. "I know saying 'you're not like other girls' is cliche, but it's a pretty fitting way to summarize how I feel. We're both intimidating, and while you.... Purposefully rock at it, mine's not intentional. If I take a walk at night, girls walk in the opposite direction. And I can't blame them for that- it's just.... You make me feel, like.... Small."
"Small," she echoed. She then took advantage of his turned head to press a kiss to his jawline. The kisses kept coming, headed south until she was at her chosen destination. She started to suck and he felt himself losing focus- but tried to finish his reasoning, regardless.
"Small as in delicate," he said, with a hitch in his breath. "Maybe it's a gendered thing. You, you said so yourself that men- they want to... They're always given these e-expectations.... But I don't want to be the hero- or the gentleman- or somebody's scary boyfriend. I'm tired." A feeling of dread suddenly bloomed somewhere deep inside him. "I'm tired of getting roughed up on the field and told to just shake it off. I'm tired of locker room talk that, that makes me feel disgusting- tired of, of people saying shit is gay just because its sweet and- ah!"
Grace had sunk her fucking teeth into him and didn't let go even when he tried to pull away. "What are you, a vampire? Fuck!"
She let go and the sound of a slap registered before the sting did.
"That's enough talking."
"Yes, ma'am," he mumbled, a pink handprint in his mind's eye.
"Good boy. Now-" She pulled herself from his lap to stand above him with a hand stuck out- a universal gesture for STOP. "Stay."
He nodded, and watched her ass as she walked away. She returned with something behind her back, and only when she sat back down on him did she reveal it. "You can speak only when I ask you a question. Can I gag you?"
"Yes, mistress."
Ethan opened his mouth when she held the item to his lips, feeling Grace's long hair fall in his face as she reached to fasten the snap behind his head. She kissed him chastely on the forehead before getting up again with a tiny chuckle. "You're already hard," she noted.
He could feel his cock pulsing, and looked down at it for the first time to see it standing at attention. "Should I edge you today?" she wondered aloud. " Or make you cry from cumming too much?" She tapped a finger to her chin. "Well, one thing's for sure- I can't play with your hole in this position, so anal's out."
A blush rose to Ethan's cheeks, and she laughed. "Awww! Disappointed much? Don't worry, there's plenty more of that in your future. Just not today." She headed back over to the table she retrieved the ball gag from and came back with two clothespins.
