Let's start in bed. Together. Naked. Early in the morning, not long after dawn, the room suffused in that warm, sleepy glow. We're awake, barely, holding one another and whispering back and forth. You let one hand trail up my chest and then back down, dropping down to give my cock a teasing squeeze, then retreating, smirking at the way my eyebrows go up.
"Bad girl," I whisper, watching but not doing anything to interfere.
"Not yet," you whisper, smiling softly, "but if you want to see what bad looks like I have a little fantasy in mind..."
"Oh, really?" I ask, reaching for you, but you grab my wrist and pin it to the bed above my head, rolling over to straddle me on the bed.
"Mhmm..." you purr. "But for it to work I'd have to tie you up. You want me to do that to you? Tie you to the bed and then show you just what a bad girl I can be sometimes?"
"Maybe," I whisper, leaning up to catch one of your breasts with my mouth, nibbling gently on the nipple, teasing you right back. You close your eyes, arch your back, enjoy the moment, and then you bring your free hand to my chest and push me back down.
"You're going to have to do a lot better than 'maybe,'" you whisper. "Or you'll never find out just what I have in mind. And you'll always wonder just...how...bad...I'd...have...been."
And you grind your beautiful naked body down onto me, your sweet little pussy pressed against the underside of my cock, teasing us both.
"Just how bad is that?" I whisper, grinding myself up against you, enjoying your startled gasp, the twinkle in your eye, at the mutual teasing.
"Only one way to find out, lover," you whisper, reaching to the bedside table, grabbing the bondage cuffs sitting there, holding them up in front of me. "Unless you're too scared to let me tie you up and have my way with you."
"Oh, is that how it is?" I ask. "All right, do your worst. But I want you to know that when this is all done I'm going to take my revenge. And the naughtier you are the worse it'll be..."
"You think you're making it easier on yourself," you whisper, guiding one of my hands to the corner of the bed, cuffing it in place, then doing the same to the other, "but, lover? You're really just making it so much harder..."
And you inch down slowly, sliding off the end of the bed, tying my feet like you've tied my hands, leaving me spreadeagled and bound, naked and helpless before you.
"Mmm..." you smirk, making a production out of licking your lips. "It's like Christmas came early. Don't go anywhere, sexy, I have something to put on."
You walk slowly to the door, being sure to give me a delicious view of your sexy ass, half-turning to blow a kiss over your shoulder at me, and then the door closes and I'm left alone. I tense up, testing the strength of the bonds, but you've secured them well and there's no give in them at all, no way to free myself even if I wanted to and I'm not at all sure I want to.
And then the door opens and you stand there, framed in the doorway for just a moment, giving me a chance to drink you in, to admire your beautiful body. You're wearing a short black dress with a prominent zipper that runs from just below your throat all the way down the center of the dress to the very bottom. It falls to midthigh and clings to your body wonderfully, showing me every curve, concealing just enough to tantalize, revealing more than enough to arouse.
"Like it?" You ask, smirking down at me. You let the door close behind you and walk over to the bed, standing beside it, letting your fingers trace over your body subtly. "I bought it awhile ago but I was saving it for a...special occasion. And this little fantasy, lover, seems like a special occasion to me."
"It's beautiful," I whisper. "You're beautiful."
"Flatterer," you say, blushing slightly. "But I haven't even told you what the fantasy is. Or what else I'm wearing underneath this little dress."
"Tell me," I whisper, my cock throbbing, my wrists tugging vainly at the bonds that hold me tight.
"I was watching this movie," you say, half-sitting on the side of the bed, your fingers stroking my chest absently. "Silly little action flick. Some James Bond knock-off. Honestly, I don't know why I was watching it. Nothing at all to recommend it except the villain. A really sexy female villain. She had a plot to do something or other, it doesn't really matter, and during the course of it she manages to drug the hero's drink and he woke up tied to the bed. Her bed. Like I have you tied up right now."
"Oh," I say, swallowing, enjoying your delivery. Your had strays down my body to my cock, giving it a quick squeeze, and then you realize what you just did and your hand retreats hastily.
"Sorry," you whisper. "I was getting ahead of myself. And the hero wasn't naked, anyway. They had to keep it PG-13. Sadly. The actor had a cute butt. Even cuter than yours."
I stick my tongue out at you, making you giggle.
"Oh, alright, lover," you whisper. "
Almost
as cute as yours. Happy now?"
"Ecstatic," I say. "Anyway, you were saying?"
"Well," you whisper, "the movie had to work out for the best so the hero managed to get himself untied just before the villainess came back in. And she gave this seductive little speech about what she was going to do with him while her evil plot went into motion. And they couldn't make it too explicit but this actress...ooh. She made the speech so fucking sexy that I think the hero was considering tying himself back up again."
"But he didn't?" I ask.
"Oh, of course not," you say, rolling your eyes in exasperation. "He'd freed himself and he overpowers her and two of her bodyguards who come in through the door and then goes off and foils the plot and rides off into the sunset with his good-girl love interest who isn't even
remotely
interesting. And the whole time that was going on I was thinking that if I was the villainess I would've made damn sure I learned how to tie a fucking
knot
."
"Oh," I say, light beginning to dawn.
"I would've had the hero naked," you whisper, "and helpless. Mine to toy with and use and do whatever I wanted to. And the actress playing her had such a good time being bad. You just know a girl that bad wouldn't be satisfied easily. Especially not after she'd just won. She'd want to revel in it. And she'd want to break that poor hero for having the nerve to even think about foiling her."
"Oh," I say again, tugging on the bonds with a bit more urgency. You notice this and smile, and your smile has more than a little malice in it.
"Go on, lover," you purr. "Try and get yourself free. You won't be able to this time. Won't be able to foil my evil plot, won't be able to overpower me, won't be able to do anything at all except what I want. Because, lover, tonight the bad girl wins."
I struggle in earnest, playing along, enjoying the fantasy you've spun out of nothing but a bad movie and your wicked mind, and you smirk down at me, enjoying the show. I pull the bonds taut, try to work my wrists and ankles free, but it's no use. Youv'e tied them too well, and I let them fall slack, helpless before you.
"Someone," you purr, leaning in low to whisper from inches away, "should learn not to drink everything in sight. Especially when the woman who hands it to you is really...fucking...evil."
"Let me go," I growl, playing along, tugging vainly on the bonds again.
"Why would I do that?" You ask. "If I let you go you'd just try to ruin my plans. And we can't have that, can we? After all that time and effort to set them all up..."
"You monster," I whisper and you chuckle, standing beside the bed now, gorgeous in your little black dress. Gorgeous and more than a little sinister.
"Monster?" You ask. "Now that's hardly fair. I could've used something much worse in your drink, you know. I have quite a lot of little...additives. You didn't have to wake up at all. But I wanted you to. Wanted this. Wanted to have you here, all tied up and at my mercy."
"Why?" I ask, my eyes meeting yours.
"Because," you whisper, "it's not enough that I win. That my evil little plot succeeds. That I get what I want, all that I want. I want you here helpless, knowing that I beat you, knowing you've lost. And I want more than that. I don't just want to win, I want to break you."
"You can't-" I begin, but you don't let me finish, talking right over me smoothly and evenly.
"Oh, I can," you purr, leaning in low over me, your face inches from mine, "I can do whatever I want. I'm bad, remember? Evil. Wicked. Villainous. I had you brought here and stripped and bound after I'd drugged you and that's the very least of what I've done. You came here to stop me, remember? Because of all the things I've done? And there have been so many of them. And you came to stop me and now look at you. Naked. Bound. Helpless. Mine."
"Not yours," I whisper, trying to put an appropriately fearful stammer into it, trying to play along with your fantasy.
"Mine," you growl. "Mine to use. To have. To take. And I am going to take you, over and over again. You're going to lie there helpless as I use you for my pleasure. You were supposed to stop me but all you're going to be able to do is fuck me. Again and again. Until I'm well and truly sated. And tonight I'm feeling...insatiable."
"I won't," I whisper, my hands clenching around their bonds.
"You will," you whisper, your hand dropping to my cock, encircling it, pumping it slowly. "You even want it. Want me to take you. Want me to use you. You'll be my little fucktoy until I get tired of you or you disappoint me. And, lover? It would be a bad idea to disappoint me. I can be quite...deadly when I'm disappointed."
