Chapter 01: Control
The buzzer sounded. Someone wanted to come upstairs and she pressed the 'unlock' button without a second thought. She had the elevator timed and knew it would take three minutes for the caller to travel from the ground floor to hers. Unlocking her apartment door, she returned to her bedroom to finish putting her clean clothes away. She was in the middle of folding a shirt when knocking sounded on the door. "It's unlocked," she called loudly over her shoulder.
The front door opened, heavy feet crossed the threshold, and the door closed. The light, metal rattling of the chain being fastened soon followed. Putting the last of her underwear away in her dresser, she walked back to the bed, and leaned over it to snatch up a straggling sock. When she straightened up, her back came into sharp contact with a solid body. His breath was hot on her neck and his arms slid around her, pulling her firmly against him.
"I know a secret," he growled in her ear.
Her back stiffened and she strained a bit to test his grip. "What secret?"
"Your secret."
"You're going to have to be more specific." She smirked, straining against his hold again.
His grip tightened as his hands slid to her arms. Clamping down, he pulled them behind her. "You like it when it hurts." He crossed her arms roughly at the wrists. "And sometimes . . . you like to lose control." Squirming in his grip, she cursed the arousal building between her thighs as panic knotted her stomach. Jerking her arms suddenly, he spun her around, looking her in the eye with his face very close to hers while still hanging onto her arms tightly. "Don't you?"
"P-please . . ." she said weakly, avoiding eye contact. He shoved her onto the bed, quick to climb over her, and pin her down. Hands at her wrists, he pressed them against the mattress as he watched her wriggle beneath him. Leaning in close, his mouth was at her neck, sucking her flesh in and biting down hard.
Whimpering, she involuntarily cringed, bringing her shoulder to her cheek in an attempt to shut him out. He growled, lifting his hand still clutching hers, and forcefully tilted her head the other way. Sinking his teeth deeper into her sensitive flesh, he didn't let up until he had successfully broken the skin. Tasting copper on his tongue, his saliva stung her ruined flesh, and she gasped softly.
Sliding down her body, he brought her hands with him, dragging them along the bed on either side of her. Pressing his face between her breasts through her top, he dragged his lips over the material until he located a hard nipple straining against the fabric. Wrapping his lips around it, he sucked, soaking her shirt as he did so. Biting down cruelly on the the sensitive nub between his teeth, he listened to her breathy gasp. Shifting over, he caught her other nipple between his teeth and grated it slow and hard.
Crying out in pain, she writhed beneath him. Lifting himself to rest on his elbows, he threw her a warning glare before releasing her hands. Grabbing the bottom of her shirt, he wrenched it up over her head, and flung it away. "Where do you keep your toys?" he demanded eagerly. She pointed at the door leading to her walk-in closet. Looking in that direction, he nodded. "Don't. Move." Climbing off her bed, he headed over to the closet, opening the door, and walking inside. Against the wall opposite the door, there was a low, wooden chest with the word TOYS written on the front with black paint. Dangling just under the edge of the lid, he spotted the silver gleam of one handcuff bracelet. Clicking his tongue, he strode over to the toy chest, and began rummaging through it.
Obeying his order, she remained on the bed, shivering lightly without her shirt. Looking over at the closet curiously, she absently chewed on her bottom lip as she waited. It was only a few moments before he returned to her view, holding his prize out for her to see. Leather handcuffs, the ones with the long chain. These would allow her to switch position, but would leave her tethered to the bed. Returning to her, still dangling one of the cuffs off his fingertip, he grinned at her nastily. "Left wrist."
Holding out her left arm, he fastened the cuff around it securely then ran the chain back and wound it between the ornate bars that made up her headboard. Bringing the remaining length of the chain back, he locked the second cuff around her wrist. "Test them." She pulled on her restraints, feeling the metal wire inside the leather biting into her skin. "Very good." Sliding off the bed again, he pulled off his shirt and dropped it at his feet. His boots went next, then socks, and belt, he kept his jeans on for now. "On your back."
Laying back, she rested her arms above her head, and watched him intently as he crawled over her. His fingers found the button and zipper of her jeans and quickly undid them. Grasping at the pants near her thighs, pinching her skin harshly in the process, he wrenched them off, and left them on the floor. Now she was left wearing her tiny, black thong and the leather handcuffs. His eyes roved over her body as he hung back, taking it all in before even touching her again.
She shifted uncomfortably, impatiently waiting for him to make his next move. "Well?!" she snapped after the silent absence of touch dragged on a little too long. This earned her a slap across the face and she cried out again, left cheek burning.
