Work was awful. The new guy was completely incompetent and I had to work twice as hard just to get my work finished on time. It was nearly one in the morning when I got home that night. It had been a particularly long and tiring day for her, which is probably why she didn't wake up to the sound of the front door opening and closing or the sound of me removing my steel-toed boots at the foot of the bed. As I shrugged out of my t-shirt I looked her over. The past few nights she had gone to bed wearing little more than a tank top and panties, and tonight was no exception. Maybe it was because we hadn't had sex in a week or maybe it was because I needed to let some frustrations out, but I knew I had to have her.
I went to the closet and retrieved a length of black rope. I silently looped the rope around the top bar on the wrought iron headboard, leaving two long ends hanging down, then fetched the handcuffs. I knew as soon as I touched her she would wake up, so I had to move quick. I grabbed her right wrist and secured it in one cuff. She awoke to my touch but didn't immediately act as she was still half asleep. While she remained hazy I grabbed her left wrist and, rolling her on her side, secured it in the second cuff so that her arms were tied behind her back. She was then wide awake and struggling, complaining that she was tired and didn't feel up to doing anything. I had already made up my mind so I decided to dig the red ball gag out of its hiding place. She shook her head from side to side, refusing to take it in her mouth. I climbed on the bed and straddled her midsection. I pinched her nose shut, holding her head in place and stared dead into her eyes. When she opened her mouth to gasp for air I forced the ball into her mouth and quickly wrapped the leather strap around her head and tightly fastened it in place. Now the whore was at my mercy.
Still straddling her midsection, I massaged her firm breasts through her white tank top. I worked over her nipples until I could see the hard peaks form through the thin fabric. I wanted to torture her. I climbed off of her and left the room to find a pair of scissors. When I returned she had turned herself over to her stomach and I watched her feeble attempt to undo the cuffs. This cunt was really going to make me work for it. I gave her a hard slap on the ass and forced her once again on her back. With her hands bound behind her back her tits really pushed out of her top. Her nipples were still visible through the shirt. I bent over her and bit one, hard. She let out a pained whimper and I could see the agony on her face. I also noticed her thighs pressed tightly together as her hips gave a small jerk. I picked up the scissors and cut two holes in the cheap top to expose her firm, perky breasts. Once exposed to the cool air, her pink nipples hardened further, inviting me to play with them. I took each one between the index finger and thumb of my hands and twisted, causing her to writhe in agony. As I continued to manipulate her sensitive buds I saw a single bead of sweat form on her forehead. I took one nipple into my mouth and sucked while working it over with my tongue; her whimpers increased in intensity. I gave each one a good hard squeeze before moving my hands down to her hips.