If you want context, read the first two chapters.
Again... Him. Her. Switching. Keep up. Enjoy. Comment.
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I stood frozen to the spot. I did not dare move. I looked directly in front of me. The apartment was not an apartment! It was a suite; open-plan. It was elegant, sophisticated, clean; just like him.
The expanse of several rooms, dropped into different half levels, seemingly haphazardly in front of me; soft furnishings, contrasted by hard, angular statues; just like him.
"Do. Not. Move." I involuntarily flinched. My knees buckled, ever so slightly, but I knew it would have been noticed. I cowered inside. Oh n... Nothing came. The whispered words, so close to my left ear, his breath hot as a furnace on my skin. I shivered. Hot breath, yet I shivered? I was emotionally and physically in turmoil.
I scanned the room - just moving my eyes. The lighting was soft, not dim, but - I dared to think - subtle and relaxing? If so, the only the lighting that was, I noticed off to one side, from the corner of my eye, a harsh, bright light, coming from another room. A kitchen, perhaps. My heart skipped one, two, ten beats, and the light slowly vanished, as the door clicked softly shut! We weren't alone!
Darkness. Instant. Total.
It took a full second for my brain to catch up. I was blind! A hood! Instinct? SCREAM! I whimpered, almost a small sob, but it was deafening in my head, competing with my heart, pounding as loud as any drum. The material allowed no light; nothing!
Yet, I could breathe easily.
As I sucked in air to feed my deprived heart, I felt the soft material stick briefly to my painted lips. The exhale, slowly peeling it way from the moist surface. It tickled slightly. It aroused me.
What?
His hands touched my the nape of my neck. Another electric jolt. He pulled the straps off my shoulders, unclasped, and unzipped my dress, allowing it to fall to the floor. Did he sigh?
"Step out of your dress, and kneel down."
Whispered. A whimper? Good. My touch, almost imperceptibly firmer; complete submission. I guided her down to her knees. There was nothing near to injure her, but I didn't want to leave that to chance. That would be very deliberate.
The carpet would be soft on her knees, but she wouldn't be on them for long.
The firmness of his grip intensified, and I sank to my knees. He lightly grasped a wrist, and steered my hand to the arm of a chair. Without this, and his support, I felt I would fall forever, spiralling in the darkness, in which I was trapped.
"On all fours!"
The harshness in his voice alone, pushed me forward. Not like this! Not like this, please! My mind screamed what I wanted to shout. Yet. There I was, on my hands and knees, blind, and knowing he was behind me. I feared the next... what?
This time, what happened next, forced a gasp to push for my lips, billowing into the hood: Slowly, almost glacial, my soaking wet knickers were pulled down, and left around the tops of my stockings, my snow-white thighs; my soaked pussy; my ass were now completely exposed.
"Lie on your front." A whisper. Silently, he was at my side. The whisper was as loud as the barked order. I lay on my front, unsure of what I was to do, how I was to lie; my head over to one side.
"Hands, behind you."
My mouth opened. A silent gasp. The redness of my lips, parted, partially sticking together, moist with saliva. I couldn't make a sound. Even if I wanted to. I was breathless. I was panting, but without any air in my lungs. Awkwardly, I put my hands behind me. This was not comfortable at all! I heard some brief rustling, then my hands suddenly were pinched roughly together at the wrists. It was painful; it was clumsy; it was too tight. He had used his tie to restrain me? This was all wrong!
As expected, the hood going over her head from behind, had had the desired effect; anticipation, extinguished by panic. I had noticed the door. Not acceptable. There would be consequences later, and I assumed the Other already knew.
I calmed myself, as much as I could. I was irritated, but it was not my young friend's fault. She wouldn't be made to pay for the mistake of the Other. The Other would answer for their mistake. I was sure they were already preparing.
Back to now.
I put my hands gently onto her shoulders; the touch, as light as I could make it. The reaction; an electric shock; she was ready.
A hand pushed roughly onto my bound hands, already I could feel them heating up, with the tightness of his silk tie. One which only an hour ago (really?) I was gazing at, admiring it.
His hot breath in my ear again.
"Do not move. At all. I am leaving you for fifteen seconds. I am going to another room. Is that alright?"
How could I refuse? I wanted to, but would it have made a difference?
"Yes", I replied, my voice faltered; "yes... thank you." I knew how I was to respond to any question.
NOISE! Loud music, instantly filled, invaded, my senses. Headphones! I cannot see, now I cannot hear! Fifteen seconds, seemed to stretch to fifteen minutes; hours; days?
I jumped at his soft touch. I screamed out loud. Did I? I couldn't even hear my own thoughts.
SILENCE!
My senses were being overloaded; violated. That word! Oh my God! I could hear a dog; close by; panting heavily; whimpering; groaning. Oh no. It was me; I was making these noises. My hands burnt; too tight. He had it all wrong! We had discussed his ropework, which had left me mesmerised and wet. I felt betrayed.
The HARD slap on my exposed cheek, was almost as loud as the scream/grunt/moan/sigh that poured, dripped form my mouth. I could feel strands of saliva sticking to the inside of the hood
His hand softly touched my skin. I yelped, as though it was a slap. It rested on the small of my back, massaging, firmly in small circles; the dog whimpered again. The softness of his touch ignited a flame inside me, as his hand slowly, ever so slowly, began to slide down over my ass cheek, his fingers under my knickers pushing in between my exposed cheeks, pausing only to tease my anus. Then he pushed fingers, firmly into my wetness. I groaned, loud. I wasn't punished! My body instantly wracked with pleasure, writhed as I came, heightened by his thumb pushing up my arse, his fingers up my soaking pussy; his knee, gently but firmly on my back, stopping me from moving.
I was still cumming, as I began to realise, that it wasn't his thumb inside me. Right now, I didn't care what it was. I was still shuddering as he removed his fingers abruptly. He left me lying there. His knee on my back, the only sign he was still with me. Suddenly, my wrists, burning, hurting, almost numb, were released. Pain seared through them, as the blood surged back in. He gently, held my arms, moving them slowly to the floor either side of me, caressing my hands softly as they began to tingle. His touch was exquisite; gentle; caring. As though it was our first meeting all over again.
The warmth I was feeling, was replaced by something else. It was cold! What ever he had put into my ass was cold. Steel. Smooth. Curved. It was a hook!
He sensed the tension in my body; knee released from my body, only to have his hand grip the back of my neck. His mouth to my ear.
"Lie still. Relax. Catch your breath. Tell me when you are ready."
Ready? Ready for what!? Minutes passed. Counted out by the (slight) slowing of my heart.
"Thank you. I am ready."
"I want you get get up, slowly, onto your hands and knees again. Take your time. I will help you as you need it. Remember, your hands have been restricted."
His words, so soft and gentle, sliced into me. The anal hook. Will that slice into me too?
Shakily, I raised up onto my hands and knees.
I trembled; from spent energy; from my restriction; from anticipation.
"Good girl!"
I could hear the pleasure in his voice. I had pleased him, finally!
"Close your eyes; please."
Such gentleness to his voice! I melted inside, it flowed out of me, as a moan, as wetness in between my legs.
"Thank you." I remembered my manners.
The hood was slipped from my head, even though it was dimly-lit, the light seared through my eyelids. A hand under my chin, gently raising my head up.
"Open your eyes; slowly though, the lights will be bright."
I slowly opened my eyes, blurry, staring at him kneeling before me. His tie, back in place, perfectly tied, his jacket still buttoned.
Her exquisite makeup was smudged; her mascara had run, her lipstick smeared slightly, with small amounts of spittle on the side of her moth and chin. My cock strained in my trousers. It was a beautiful sight.
A work of art already.
