Chapter 1:
As I looked towards my wrist again, I felt like a child on Christmas Eve, counting minutes that felt like hours. My usually reliable watch had to be slow, I thought in a lather of frustration, because it was impossible that less than two minutes had passed since I last glanced at it. Time seemed to stand still. It was 5.19pm and I forced myself to take a few deep, calming breaths.
Rick had confirmed on the phone just an hour ago that our meeting today was a definite go, and since we'd tried to get together twice before with plans scuppered by circumstances beyond our control, we joked that the evening's scheduling would result in one of two things; third time lucky and we'd finally get to crack a bottle of Japanese whisky we'd discussed for ages, or the amused fates would say: "Never going to happen!" and cause a meteor strike on the road to my house, to make their point.
Rick said that, traffic dependent, he'd arrive at my home between 5pm and 5.30, and within seconds of the call I'd become the eye of a category 5 hurricane flashing through the house. Just eight minutes later I'd emerged showered, made up and wearing strappy high sandals paired with an elegant, flowing but slightly clingy dress that offered the barest hint of my total lack of undergarments.
My attention was suddenly drawn to the growl of a powerful engine idling outside, and just a second later, a series of decisive raps at the door. Running fingers nervously through my hair, I strode forward calling: "Come in."
The front door faced west and as it opened I was forced to squint into the sudden glare of the setting sun that poured in and silhouetted the towering man before me. His sheer size and presence made my steps falter and I found myself motionless in the centre of the floor.
His face was deeply shadowed against the light, so I felt rather than saw the briefest flash of a feline grin. It was gone as fast as it had appeared, leaving one word shimmering in my mind: "prey". I knew I should be alarmed but I wasn't; I was engulfed in a wave of excitement.
I extended both hands towards Rick and he enfolded them in a powerful, warm grip as he smiled and said: "It's taken too long to do this. Finally!" Then he gently stroked my cheek with his rough right palm. My eyelids fluttered closed involuntarily and of its own accord my body swayed towards his; a motion he appeared to be expecting because it took less than a second for Rick's hands to encircle my narrow waist and for him to lift me off my feet.
My eyes flew open and as my legs flayed helplessly in the air, Rick leaned in and down towards my face. For a teasing second his warm breath played across my skin, then his mouth descended to cover mine, tongue forcing its way between my lips. I hung helplessly in mid-air while Rick passionately kissed me, then he finally broke away and with another short, sharp lift he effortlessly hefted me over his shoulder and strode deeper into the house.
I was too shocked to say a word, too shocked to object, but when I was dropped onto my bed and I looked up at the tall, broad, bearded man who so resembled a Viking, I knew I wanted him... wanted this... more than I'd ever wanted anything before.
Rick stood over me for a second, smiling devilishly, then moved in and with remarkable speed stripped off every last wisp of my clothing - not difficult since the outfit comprised only heels and the dress.
The heat of his gaze suddenly made me shy, and I tried to cover my naked body as best I could with hands and arms, but they were roughly pulled apart and quickly Rick secured them to the bedposts above my head. Grabbing my ankles he forced them up and open, tying them to the top bedposts alongside my hands.
I realised with dismay that my bound position resembled that of an upended tortoise, except with my thighs spread wide every orifice was on display, open to be examined, teased, probed, tormented or abused.
Rick too stripped naked, revealing a rock hard, dilatant erection that sprang up against his powerful body. But my glimpse was momentary as he climbed onto the bed, positioning himself just below my groin and my eye-line. I tried to squirm backwards but Rick simply slid two fingers into my already drenched pussy, curled them upwards and effectively used them as grappling hooks to pull me back to my original spot on the bed.
"Behave!" he said sternly, before offering me a broad smile and dropping his head down between my thighs. I squealed and my entire body bucked as Rick's mouth closed around my clit; the tip of his quivering, pointy tongue delving under the hood to provide maximum tormenting pleasure. At the same time I felt a finger drive deeply into my pussy and I groaned in pleasure, then it withdrew and was suddenly replaced by three broad, thrusting, probing digits.
My eyes flew open and my body jerked against my bonds as a fountain squirted from me. My head shot up and as I realised with mounting panic that Rick was drenched I began to struggle violently against the ropes.
Rick's chuckle was low and deep as he stared into my eyes, then without warning rammed his fingers back into my pussy. I had no control. A massive orgasm tore through my body instantly. As I came, I squirted again and again in spasming waves, unable to stop the flow or divert Rick's rapt gaze that was entirely focused between my thighs.
I was still writhing and moaning, every nerve in my body screaming with pleasure, when Rick turned his hand slightly, pulled it back, and then drove his fingers simultaneously, unmercifully, back into my pussy and into my tight rosebud ass.
Chapter 2: