Curled up on the sofa, it felt just like old times. The off-the-cuff innuendo, shameless flirting, having you so close to me, testing myself every second… how long can I hold out? How far can I take this before I have to act?
I can feel your hand brush my hair. I pointedly look forward, making it appear that I hadn't notice. I pray you don't notice the goose bumps on my arms. Nothing happens for a few long seconds and I start to relax thinking that it was purely in my mind. Suddenly, your fingers are twisted in my hair, pulling my head back sharply. Involuntarily, I let out a cry.
Your lips are so close to my neck that I can feel your breath. Quietly you whisper, "Enough of your games. Aw, don't look so shocked my little kitten. You've been pushing me and teasing me for too long now. Surely you saw this coming!"
You're looking in my eyes now, and I feel a shudder run down my spine. Did I go too far? I ask myself. Is he angry with me?
Your lips are grazing my neck as you whisper to me again, "You have been having fun at my expense, Princess. Well, now your little play-thing wants some fun of his own." I feel my body respond to your hushed words. Behind it all is a slight sense of foreboding that I am trying hard to ignore. He cares about me. Surely he would never do anything to hurt me? As this thought enters my mind, a thousand conversations play in my head. All those times I had talked about my fantasies, my likes and dislikes, experiences both good and bad, never for a moment thinking that you would be
listening
to me. I close my eyes and try to arrange my thoughts. Your lips are still caressing my neck, muddling me.
"Oh no, pretty one! You are going to feel every.little.thing that I do to you this night! You are going to feel it, and enjoy it, and then you are going to thank me in your own very
unique
way."
With this, your hand pulls my hair tighter, forcing me to my feet. I cry out again, but you ignore me. You half lead me to the bedroom and I'm half relieved when you release my hair. But part of me doesn't want you to stop. I suppress that thought and attempt to put a defiant look on my face. You chuckle at this and indicate that I should sit on the bed. I don't. Without warning, your hands are around my waist, and you topple me onto the bed. Shocked, all I can do is stare at you. I feel your hands running up my arms, and my wrists being raised. Assuming that you are going to embrace me, I don't protest. I hear a noise above my head which makes me reassess the situation.
My wrists are handcuffed to the bed. I pull at them, half expecting them to come undone. Nothing happens, of course. I realise that you had planned it this way. There's enough slack in the chain to allow me to turn over onto my front, but that is the entire range of movement I am allowed. With a shiver, I realise the connotations of this. Oh God! I think. I can feel my clit start to enlarge, throbbing for attention. No no no!! I don't want to be beaten!! I try and keep my breathing as even as possible even though I can feel myself starting to gasp.
"Look into my eyes, Princess. See that I am perfectly serious when I tell you that there is no "safe word" for you. There is no escape. You are at my mercy, and I will make you scream, and beg, and cry out before this night is over. You
will
pay for all those times you teased me and stayed out of reach of retaliation. You
will
succumb to me in every way, and you will
like
it! I know the dirty little bitch that you are. All those secret acts you dream about, but think yourself too proper to act on. Tonight, you will experience your dark side and there will be no turning back!"
With this, my world goes black. You have placed some kind of blindfold on me, and I can see nothing. I am acutely aware of how quiet this room is, of how close you are to me, of the hardness pushing against my thigh. I can do nothing but recede into my world, where all my focus turns to my pussy. I know that I am hot for you, already pulsing for you to be inside me, but I prey hard that you do not know this. This is not what I want; this is not what I
want
! I repeat it like a mantra in my mind.
Without warning, I feel your hands sliding up my sides. Your thumbs brushing my rock hard nipples with the lightest of touches. I know the game is up when you laugh softly to yourself at this. You know!! Slowly, you pull down my tube top, taking it down over my waist, pulling my trousers and knickers with it without hesitation. I feel the bed dip as you lean back on your heels at my feet. Within five minutes, I have gone from being completely in control to being stripped bare at your hands. Instinctively, I cross my legs, which just makes you laugh once more.
I feel you move away from the bed, then hear the door opening and closing. I let out a soft sigh of relief. I have a few moments to compose myself, I think. To regain some control over my already aching body. I pull again at the handcuffs, trying to find a flaw, a way out. After much tossing and turning, I slump back onto the bed. There is nothing I can do. You were right. There is no escape.
It feels like forever since you left me. The cool of the room is giving me shivers. I part my legs slightly, feeling the cool breeze sweep across my clit, and already wet pussy. I wish briefly that I could run my hands across myself; feel how hot I am, maybe bring some distraction.
"I told you that you were a dirty bitch" I hear from the foot of the bed. I can't contain my surprise and I quickly go to re-cross my legs. I feel your hand on my ankle, quick as lightening. You hadn't even left the room I realise. "No no no!" I say softly to you, but knowing that this would probably do nothing but make you smile.
"Oh, I think that it's about time I got another glimpse of what is about to be mine once more, don't you Princess?"
With strength I was completely unprepared for, you pull my legs apart. I blush as I feel my left ankle being secured by something unknown. After testing that I cannot move my leg, your hands return to my right. Slowly, ever so slowly, you pull it to the other bedpost. I cry out as I feel my pussy lips parting, revealing to you my swollen clit. I can feel my cheeks burning, but I shut my mouth tight. Right leg secure, I feel you move away again. I can hear noises, but I can't quite work out what they are. After a few minutes of this, with a shock of clarity, I realise that the sound is that of a camera! "Bastard!!" I retort, angrily despite myself.
"Don't panic my love. These are purely for my own pleasure. A memento, you might say."
I'm burning with embarrassment, but cannot cover myself, or in fact move at all.
Suddenly, the noise stops and without warning your lips are on my inner thigh. I seal my lips, and set myself show no signs what-so-ever that I may be enjoying any thing that you do. You work your way up one thigh, then down the other, breathing on my clit as you swap sides, but never actually touching it. Oh My! I think. This may be a problem!!