Ruby sat in her car, gaping in awe at the house before her. Huge. Gothic. Almost like something out of a bad horror movie. It was eerie, and yet somehow exciting. Shaking her head a bit, she looked down at the card in her hand, frowning in slight puzzlement. This was the address...but could this be right?
She had received the mysterious invitation in her mailbox, in the form of a richly embossed card that looked like old parchment. A handwritten message in fancy black calligraphy bid her to come to this address tonight and gave her instructions on how to get here and how she should dress. She had surprised herself by responding to this strange yet somehow alluring summons. Was she crazy?? Who knew what she could be getting herself into, coming to a strange house to meet up with what could turn out to be a serial killer, a rapist, a damn axe murderer for all she knew? Yet here she was, at the appointed time, dressed as requested in a short black silk dress that fit like a second skin. That thin piece of material was the only thing keeping her from being completely naked.
Taking a deep breath, Ruby slid out of her car and stood in the cool evening air. She could still turn back, drive away, but something pulled her. Something moved her footsteps toward the huge ornate front door, her heart pounding wildly, and yet, some small voice deep down telling her it would be alright, that she needn't fear.
Reaching the door, she started to put her hand on the brass knocker, then noticed that it was not latched tight. Pushing it open, it creaked slightly and she stepped inside, hesitating as her eyes adjusted to the dimness within. Looking around, she stopped, her eyes widening in appreciation. The entryway was paneled in dark wood, the floor made of Italian mosaic tile that echoed from her footsteps. Moving through the entry slowly, she passed through a huge arched doorway into the next room. This room was lit only by a fire in the large fireplace, decorated with a highly carved marble mantle. The carpeting was plush, dark red, and a bearskin rug sat in front of the fireplace. Off to one side there was an alcove furnished with a large four poster bed. A small cozy loveseat sat slightly back from the fireplace. On the opposite side of the room from the bed was a small bar and a modern stereo system that seemed curiously out of place.
As Ruby stood admiring the cozy, luxurious surroundings, she heard a whisper of sound behind her. Before she could turn to see what it was, a soft blindfold suddenly slipped over her eyes and she felt herself enveloped by strong warm arms, a low voice whispering in her ear...
"Don't be afraid, my love. Just relax...this will be a night you will never forget."
The whispering voice was too low to identify with any certainty, but it did sound comfortingly familiar as she shivered at the warm breath on her ear. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Ruby forced her body to relax. A warm hand on the small of her back guided her gently but firmly and she had no choice but to follow and trust. Slight pressure on her shoulders signaled her to sit, and she felt the edge of the loveseat behind her knees. Sinking into the soft cushion, she strained her remaining senses for some idea of what was coming next. She heard him move across the room in the direction of the bar. The soft clink of ice. The opening and closing of the small fridge. She had the fleeting thought that this was her chance to pull off the blindfold and either run, or at least see who her mysterious "host" was. So what was it that kept her rooted where she sat? What was it that seemed to put lead in her arms, making her unable to reach up and pull away the silk scarf around her eyes? Then he was moving back toward her and she could hear him setting something down near the loveseat. The weight and warmth of his body settled next to her where she sat, and instinctively her hand began to reach toward him, only to have her wrist grabbed in a firm grip.
"Ah ah ah. You mustn't touch yet darling. Not until you are invited. Understand?"
His tone was light and almost teasing, but she caught the underlying sternness, and it caused her to nod in agreement. "Good girl" he responded approvingly, and now she felt the back of his fingers caressing her face with feathery lightness. Then trailing down her neck, over the exposed top curve of her breasts, and very deliberately brushing over her nipple. The thin silk of her dress did nothing to dull the sensation, and the response was immediate, the stiff peak clearly outlined. She felt her face redden slightly, but she'd never been easily given to embarrassment, and she knew she was beyond the point of no return anyway so why be shy?
He made a slight movement, then she felt the tip of his finger on her lips as he told her, "Open."
Instinctively, unquestioning, she parted her lips and felt him slide something cold and round onto her tongue.
"Now taste," he instructed, withdrawing his finger so she could bite down.
Smiling at the tart-sweet taste of the grape, she licked her lips and ventured to ask,
"May I have another?"
A soft chuckle sounded and another grape was pushed between her lips. This time she sucked, trying to hold onto the fingers and was rewarded with a nearly inaudible moan before he pulled them out. Her ears identified the next sound as being something sprayed from a can and the next thing she knew his arms were around her, pulling her close, and his lips met hers for the first time, his tongue probing insistently, pushing her lips apart. As she opened to him, she gasped a little at the unexpected mouthful of whipped cream, but then found her tongue probing eagerly, savoring the taste. Her arms had instinctively slid up around his neck and suddenly she realized she was feeling warm, bare skin. He wasn't wearing a shirt. As if reading her mind, she felt his fingers circling both her wrists, lifting them up and away as he used his weight to slowly push her back on the small sofa, keeping her arms pinned above her head as he moved in to kiss her again, deeply, forcefully. Her mind began to whirl. The alarm bells were finally sounding off as he plundered her mouth with his tongue. She had been caught in a spell, but the reality of the situation suddenly hit. She wanted to resist, push him away, try to run. Yet her body betrayed her. She was responding to him with equal passion, her body arching into him, her own tongue meeting his. This was unlike any experience she'd ever had. She simply could do nothing but give in to him, submit to his every desire. Slowly he broke the kiss, but didn't pull away. Instead his lips trailed over her neck with little soft nips and when he reached her ear his voice rumbled. "Mmmm so my little captive is enjoying this, I think. Aren't you?"
With a sigh of equal parts pleasure and resignation, she heard herself whisper, "Yes...yes."
She felt him smile against her neck as he continued to nibble, lick, suck, igniting every nerve ending in her body. Every part of her responded, nipples stiffening, pussy tingling and moistening, head arching back to give him easier access. Releasing her wrists, he pulled her to a standing position, then reached around her to draw down the zipper on the back of her dress, allowing his fingers to run over her spine as he did. She shivered and caught her lower lip between her teeth.
His lips against her ear again, he whispered huskily, "It's time for me to see all of you."
With that, he took one step back and pushed the straps of her dress down, causing it to slip off completely and pool at her feet. She heard his sharp intake of breath as she felt the heat of his gaze raking over her even though she couldn't see him. It was almost as if she were watching from outside her body. Amazingly, there was no sense of modesty, no desire or instinct to cover herself. Silently he took her hands in his and pulled them toward his shoulders. He guided them slowly down over his bare chest, where she could feel a slight sprinkling of hair. Over his lean stomach, expecting to encounter the waistband of pants, or at least boxers. Instead all she felt was the smooth skin over his hips. Then his strong thighs. Back up and around to his wonderfully firm backside. Her breathing quickened at the realization that he was as naked as she was. The eroticism of what he was doing, guiding her hands over his naked body, caused her own desire and heat to rise by the second. When he brought one of her hands to his full firm manhood, she gasped and let out a soft moan, intending to wrap her fingers around it. But he had other ideas. He quickly pulled her hands away, and laughed when she whimpered in disappointment.
"Soon little one, soon. But first...kneel."
He did not press on her shoulders this time, obviously expecting her unquestioning compliance. Immediately, she sank down to the soft carpet, her knees wide apart, her round bottom settling on her heels.
"Straighten up," he ordered firmly.
She pulled her shoulders up and back, causing her full firm breasts to thrust out in silent offering. Feeling her arms being pulled and fastened behind her, she struggled a bit against the soft leather restraints, but the smack of his hand on her ass was enough to quiet her as she bit back a slight cry of pain. Her wrists bound together at the small of her back now caused her breasts to thrust out even more. She could almost feel his smile as he walked around her, admiring her body displayed for his pleasure. He crouched beside her, and suddenly his hand was on her bare pussy, fingers probing for the proof of her arousal. She moaned as two fingers slid up inside her, and she heard his "Mmmmmm" of approval at finding her smoothly shaved, hot and wet.
"Open," he whispered as he brought the fingers to her lips.
She sucked eagerly, tasting her own nectar.
Low and seductive, his voice breathed in her ear again. "So my little pet is ready, is she? Needing to be fucked? Wanting to cum for me again and again?"
His words elicited another moan, and her voice whispered shakily, "Oh god, yes. I want that so much."
