My eyes feel heavy as I try to turn on my side and stretch. My motion is stopped by something unseen holding my arms above me, and my heart starts to pound. My worse fear has always been, being raped in my bed, in the middle of the night by an intruder. My mind jumps to this horrific conclusion, as I raise my head off my pillow to scream for you. My eyes try to adjust to the pitch-black room and see where you are, but, before I can scream for help, I feel your hand cover my mouth, and your breath on my cheek. "Shhhh... It's ok, I'm here." You tell me, as your unshaven face brushes against my cheek.
My eyes take in the scene I have awakened to. I'm in my bedroom with you beside me, yet the blinds have been drawn tightly, and my long frame, is held securely down by ties at my wrists. Jasmine scents the air heavily, and I watch candle wax dripping down a candelabra by the window, the only light in the dark room.
"What the hell is going on here, why are my arms tied? Untie me before I kick your ass.", I demand.
You shuffle next to my side, opening the drawer of my nightstand. I hear the strike of a match, and watch you cup the growing flame, lighting the small candle on the table. I watch you hesitate to look at me, and than slowly you sit on the edge of my bed and place your arm around my waist and lean close to my face to speak to me.
"Well...if I untie you, it will ruin everything, you see. I went to a lot of trouble to plan this baby, so if you think you can kick my ass, all tied up, as you are, I'd like to see you try."
You smile at me and I turn my face from you, staring at the opposite wall, I feel anger boil within me, and I refuse to meet your eyes, wishing I could disappear through that thick wall.
"No, you're not going to start getting mad." You say as you turn my face towards yours.
"I don't like this at all. I'm not into this, you know that, I've told you, before, damn you."
You smile at me and I feel the urge to slap your smug face, knowing you like seeing me like this, at your total mercy, your plaything, to be used, making my fear a reality.
"The only thing you don't want to do is lose control, you know that. I'm not going to hurt you ever, but I'm not giving into you this time. So go ahead get raving mad, but I'm warning you, the madder you get the sexier you look to me."
"Your such a jerk.", I say smiling, turning my head.
You lean into me and lightly kiss my lips, your eyes serious, dark with desire.
"Yep, pay back is a bitch, ain't it love?"
I stare at you in disbelief, afraid to totally trust you, knowing your words are true. I'm afraid to not be in control.
I watch you get up and walk across to the dresser and rummage in a plastic bag, for some unseen article. My heart begins to race and I close my eyes, and feel panic rise in my throat. I concentrate on breathing, knowing if I give in to my fear, I'll hyperventilate.
"Are your arms hurting? If they start hurting tell me and we will stop, ok?"
"I'm ok." I say, in a shaking voice and I see a flicker of concern flash across your features.
"Trust me." You say and my heart knows your testing me.
A crimson piece of fabric is clutched in your hands and you raise my head off the pillow to tie it securely around my eyes.
I open them desperately, trying to see something, but my eyes see blackness, as I close them and lay my head back on the pillow. You lie beside me and pull my face towards you and kiss the tip of my nose. My breathing increases as I feel your hand circle on my breasts, and I feel your lips crush my lips in a deep kiss.
Your intensity shocks me, as your kiss remains demanding, yet your caress stays gentle. The bed squeaks as you raise your self over my body, straddling me, with your thighs on either side of me.
I feel trapped, and before I can complain I feel you kneading me through my thin cotton nightgown. Shivers run through me, and my skin begins to tingle when you fondle my nipple into hard pebbles. My mind blurs, and my breathing increases as you lean forward and take one into your mouth, clothed. You fumble for something on my nightstand, and I feel something rest on the bodice of my nightgown, feeling it's cold weight.
"What is that? I ask, worried.
"My pocket knife." you say without explanation.
"What??? Let me up!" I say trying to lift myself off the bed.
"If you're not quiet, I'm going to gag you too."
"Trust me."
"But..."
I hear you flick the top of your pocketknife open and imagine seeing it's blade, my heart knowing you would never hurt me. I feel the side of the cold steel, lightly against my throat. You run the side down to the top of my bodice and unexpectantly suck a nipple into your warm mouth.
"Ohh..." I moan into the air.
"You know how bad I want you tonight? I've laid here watching you sleep, thinking of ways to fuck you, and every time you moved in your sleep, I've wanted to rip your clothes off."
You pull your mouth from me and I feel the night air on both my damp nipples, making them respond, and tighten. With a flick I feel you tug at the top of my nightgown, surprising me, exciting me. I hear the sound of ripping as you rip my night gown down to my navel, air rushing across my pale skin, igniting it as you claim my breasts in your hands cupping, molding them to you. I arch my back into your hands begging them to continue as I feel you kiss down my torso, making me gasp as you grab me by the sides lifting me up, my legs falling apart at the knees, begging you to taste me.
Your hands grasp me hard and bring me to your mouth, I feel you lick me through the cotton nightgown, wetting it with your tongue, arousing me, further, I feel your hands clench the night gown and rip it completely off, burying your head in me as you throw it beside the bed.
My arms tug at the cords tying them to the bedposts as your tongue slips inside of me and hits home on my clit.
"Ohhh...mmmm."
Your tongue circles my clit sending me into my head with pleasure, as you increase the pressure and suck on me hard, bringing me so close to orgasm that my muscles contract, and you raise your head.
