As my Friday afternoon office hours wound down, I found myself watching the clock. Jessika—my thirty-one-year-old lover—and I had set a date for that night. It was not a normal date, however. Well, none of our dates were normal from a certain point of view, since Jessika and I maintained a friend-with-benefits relationship rather than a romantic one. But this one was different even for us. The plan was for me to strap the curvy brunette to my bed and have my way with her. She had told me more than a month earlier that she wanted me to ravish her, but other than some D/s play a couple of weeks back, and rough sex after an argument on Monday morning earlier in the week, we had not fully explored her fantasy yet. But now I was just a few hours away from making it a reality for her, and I was nervous.
Furthermore, I knew Jessika was nervous as well. We had originally planned to have dinner first, but that morning she had texted me and suggested we meet at my house at 9:00 pm. She wanted to eat first because she was concerned she would be too nervous to do so once she was at my house. The same thing happened when we had made a video of us having sex, so I was not surprised. Still, I was unsure what I would do with myself before she arrived. I was having enough trouble finding work to do before I went home for the day.
Ten minutes before my office hours were officially over, I locked my office door and headed to my car. I did not think I could handle a student showing up at the last minute. I was also worried that Jessi, my other lover, a twenty-year-old blonde with whom I had not had any contact for nearly a week, might stop by. She had done it before when a disagreement had led to us not talking for several days, and the last thing I needed was the type of distraction Jessi often caused.
***
I was at my house eating my meal at 7:30 when my phone pinged.
"Should I wear something you can rip or cut off me? Or do you want to have it be like a romantic encounter that turns dark?" the text from Jessika read.
"Whatever you want," I replied. I was not sure that I needed either scenario, but it seemed Jessika did.
"So clothing I don't care about then. I mean, it could work for either."
"Sounds good."
"You nervous?"
"Yes. Are you?"
"Fuck yes. Have you eaten? Should I just head over?"
"I am eating now. Have you eaten?"
"Yeah, a little. So, that means I should head over now, right?"
"Sure."
***
About twenty minutes after my exchange of texts with Jessika, my phone pinged again. My first thought was that Jessika had undergone some change of heart, but the text was from Jessi.
"Im still mad @ U, but horny. Do U want to cum over?"
"I cannot this weekend," I replied, fully aware that my response would not be well received, especially since I had rebuffed her prior overture to meet up. That had been Monday, and I had had plans with Jessika that night as well.
"Of course U do. BTW, do U care if I hooked up on St Pats?"
I re-read Jessi's text, trying to decide whether she was telling me she did hook up with someone on St. Patrick's day or asking I cared whether she had or not. But in the midst of deciding whether to text Jessi for clarification, my doorbell rang. Setting my phone on the coffee table, I went to the door and looked through the peephole to see my brunette lover standing on the porch. I opened the door, a grin on my face. Jessika returned my smile as she moved past me. Once inside, she shed her coat and scarf, tossing them and a duffle bag onto my couch before wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me into a long, deep kiss.
"I am happy to see you too, Squeaker," I said a few seconds later, and not just because of what we were going to do that evening. Her arrival allowed me to put Jessi's text out of my mind.
"What do you think?" she asked, stepping back from me and twirling.
My curvy lover was wearing a form-fitting, button-up gray top that, like most things she wore, revealed quite a bit of her light tan cleavage. A thigh-length black skirt and black boots completed the outfit.
"So, you decided to go the romantic encounter turns dark route?" I asked her, noting how nice her clothes were.
Jessika shook her head, the corner of her bottom lip between her teeth.
"You want me to rip them off you? They're nice clothes."
"They're older things, so you can destroy them. But I guess I should clarify. Yes, I want it to be a date that turned dark, but not necessarily one where I was going to sleep with you anyway. So, not a romantic encounter. Maybe more a first date where I've been a tease and you decided to take what I've been flaunting all night."
"That might be too much for me," I admitted, worried the scenario was bordering on the types of things Jessi liked me to do, and with which I knew I was uncomfortable.
"Then forget the scenario. Just tie me up, rip my clothes off, and ravish me. That way you know it's what I want, but you will be able to do what you want. Oh, and if what you want requires lube, it's in my bag. I was not sure if you would have any, and not using lube pretty much guarantees a 'red'."
"I have lube," I told her, grinning.
"Ah, I see. Then let's have at it."
"Let's" I agreed, grabbing the collar of her top and pulling the two halves apart, sending buttons flying across my floor and revealing a black lace bra.
"Fuck, Mark," the brunette grinned, pulling the now open shirt halves over her chest. "I'm not that kind of girl."
"I thought we agreed to no specific scenario," I retorted, grasping her waist and pulling her against me.
"We did, but then you ripped my top open. I kind of think that seems like a date gone bad type thing."
"No, I just wanted to rip it open. Now, come with me."
I took Jessika's hand and led my unresisting lover to the bedroom.
***
The brunette tested her bonds, pulling at nylon straps hooked to leopard-print cuffs on her wrists and ankles. Her top was gone, as were her boots, but she still wore her back bra, black skirt, and from what I had seen while strapping her legs down, a pair of black panties.
"It'll be difficult to fuck my ass with me on my back," she said as I started kissing her slightly rounded belly.
"Do I need to gag you?"
"Maybe," my lover said, her voice lower than I expected. "Let me think about that, since I wouldn't be able to use the safe words. I think it's better not to go that far tonight."
"I was kidding, Jessika."
"I'm not, but we'll save that for another time."
"Um, I guess," I mumbled, my thoughts turning to Jessi, who did not seem to care at all about nuances like safe words or moving forward at a pace that would allow building up to more extreme activities.
"But without a gag, how are you going to shut me up?" my curvy lover asked, bringing my thoughts back to her and what we were doing.
"You could just be quiet," I suggested licking the cleavage formed by her black lace bra, noticing the fraying of the fabric around the support wires and understanding why Jessika was not worried about me destroying it.
"Oh, I could be, but I figured out my role tonight. I'm a sarcastic smartass who's very willing to fuck but wants to be in control all the time, so she needs her man to take charge and fuck the bitchiness right out of her."
"That might work," I agreed. "Because you are being a fucking brat right now. Oh, and 'sarcastic smartass' seems redundant."
"How dare you talk to me that way, Mark Warner! Take these cuffs off me right now, then service my pussy!"
"Service your pussy?" I laughed, moving up so that my face was even with the brunette's. "I am not sure anyone would say that."
"Sounded bratty to me," my lover sighed, her eyes locked on mine as she raised her head in an attempt to kiss me.
I let her lips brush mine, then I lowered my mouth to her neck and began nibbling it.
"Just so you know, all this teasing, suggesting gags, and calling me a brat has my panties soaked," Jessika moaned. "So, can you just hurry this up and fuck me?"
"I am not sure you are understanding the concept of not being in control, Jess," I sneered, pulling her skirt up to reveal her panties, then lightly running my hand along the thin material separating her warm, wet sex from me.
"You never call me 'Jess'," the brunette pouted, her eyes begging me. "And I don't like it. Call me by my full name."
"Shut the fuck up, Jess," I laughed, sliding a finger under panties and between her wet labia.
"Make me, Mark," she breathed, her back arching as I pushed my invading digit inside of her.
"But I need to service your pussy, right?" I asked her, pulling my left hand away from her loins and holding up the large pair of scissors with my right.
"What are you going to do with those?" my lover asked, and while I was well aware that the fear in her voice was an act, it still sent a shiver of arousal through my body.
"Getting rid of these sopping wet panties, brat," I told her even as her body jumped by from the touch of the cold metal against her skin.
"I think I should say 'no' to that, but God I want your fingers on me. And in me."
"Slut," I teased as I cut through one side of panties, then the other, before pulling the now useless garment from underneath her bottom.
"No, I'm a good girl," Jessika told me, her body jumping when I slid a finger inside of her. "Good girls like to be ravished, right?"
"That does not sound right," I responded, probing at her clitoris with my thumb.
"No, it is. I'm sure."
I shook my head and winked at the fettered brunette. She winked back, a smile on her luscious lips. But while I watched her, the grin transformed into a pout.
"I want you to lick me. Quit teasing."
"You think this is teasing," I asked, pushing my thumb against her and moving it in circles.
"Yes. I want your tongue."
"Too bad."
