Jonny and Christine held each other in the shower for a while, cool water beating down on their shoulders. She closed her eyes and laid her head on his shoulder. She felt safe in his strong arms. She liked the way her naked body fit against his. His hands were rubbing the sore muscles in her back. She smiled as she felt his fingers rub out the kinks. "The driver here was hard on you," he commented. She nodded, purring from the massage. "You'll have plenty of time to relax, now that you're here." She smiled again. "I think you'll get along well with everyone else here, too."
She raised an eyebrow. "This place isn't all yours?"
"I wish. During the school year there are six people in this house. It's not quite that crazy, now that it's summer."
"Well, who are they?"
"My friend Bryan lives in a room down this hall. He's a bartender downtown, so he keeps fairly odd hours. My room is in the basement. And—"
There was a knock on the bathroom door. A female voice rang out: "Jonny, are you almost done in there?" Christine looked at the door. That voice... she could have sworn she'd heard it before, somewhere.
"And that's Elizabeth," Jonny continued. He shouted at the door: "We'll be out in a minute, Elizabeth!"
Elizabeth? Christine thought. No... couldn't be.
Jonny turned off the shower, opened the shower curtain. He wrapped a towel around Christine's wet body before he started toweling himself off. There was another knock on the door. "Jonny, who are you in there with?" Elizabeth demanded.
Christine's eyes grew wide. That voice was unmistakable. "Elizabeth!" Christine said, an exclamation. The door was suddenly flung open, and there was standing Christine's best friend from her freshman year of college, Elizabeth, an Italian goddess. She was wearing only a towel. She leapt to Christine and hugged her tightly. Then, at the same time, each said to the other: "What the hell are you doing here?"
Jonny laughed. "How do you two know each other?"
"I told you about Elizabeth," Christine said. "She's the one girl who ever kissed me."
"I remember," Jonny said.
"How did you get here? With Jonny?" Christine asked. She couldn't believe what was happening.
"A year after I left Hood, I ran away. I wanted to go to California. I stopped here in Columbia, Missouri for a night. I was having dinner by myself at the hotel bar, when in walks this guy," Elizabeth explained.
"That's me," Jonny said.
"He was really nice, and we hung out for the rest of the night, after he took care of some business of something," Elizabeth said.
"I don't usually frequent hotel bars," Jonny said. "I was there to get some weed from a friend from out of town."
"That was some really good weed," Elizabeth commented. She turned to Christine. "So what were you doing here? And in the shower with Jonny no less! Jonny, I don't think I've ever known you to bring home a girl!" She whacked Jonny on his arm. "And how come you never told me you knew her?"
Christine blushed and said: "Well... we met on the internet, in a chat room, and I never wanted to stop talking to him. And then I ran away, just a few days ago, to come here."
"Christine!" Elizabeth said. "I never thought you would do something like that!"
"Love will make you do crazy things," Christine said, looking back at Jonny. He blushed and ran his towel through his thick curly brown hair.
"Jonny you better treat her right, or I'll beat you up," Elizabeth said. "Now get out of here, I need to shower and then we can hang out all night, okay?"
"That sounds great, Elizabeth," Jonny said, and he led Christine from the bathroom. "I'll get your bag," he said. She had left it on the front porch. He ran outside to get it. There was still daylight outside. He brought her bag inside and then he led her through the kitchen and down a flight of stairs, into the basement. "My room is right over here. If you want your own room, there's one right next to mine. Or you can probably just stay in my room. Or Elizabeth's. Whatever you like."
She looked up at him and said: "I'd like to stay with you, Jonny."
He smiled and led her into his room. It was small, and most of the room was taken up by the queen-sized bed. There was room for a desk and chair, and his laptop computer sat on the desk. Old rock and roll posters covered every square inch of wall. The bed wasn't made. It had four thin metal posts, one at each corner. Christine sat down on the bed and her towel accidentally came undone, leaving her naked again. Jonny closed the door and then looked at her for a moment, admiring her beautiful body. She blushed, but he came over and kissed her, on the lips, softly. Their lips never came apart as they moved up the bed, kissing each other until her head came to rest on his pillow. He kissed her harder then, and pressed his body against hers, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close. He reached under the pillows, and she heard the light clanking of metal, but his kisses were too distracting for her to see was it was. He suddenly had her wrist in his hand. He broke the kiss and grabbed her other wrist, pulling them close to each other, over her head.
"Jonny, what—"
Something cold and metal was suddenly wrapped around each of her wrists. Jonny was suddenly kneeling over her, straddling her at her belly. He had another pair of handcuffs in his hand, and with these he attached her cuffs to the metal bedframe, over her head, so she could not move her hands.
"Jonny, let me go," she pleaded. "Please, Jonny, let me go..."
He shook his head, smiling wickedly and looking down at her. "I've wanted to do this since the first time we talked, when you said you wanted a dominant man." His cock was hard and right in front of her face. He placed the pillow under her head, and then rubbed her tits, squeezing them, and he leaned down so he could press his cock on them. He did and she squirmed. He grabbed each of her tits and pressed them together, with his cock in the middle, and slid it back and forth. She squirmed some more underneath him, but she was stuck. She could not get away. He rubbed his cock some more between her tits before climbing up the bed a bit more, and he held his hard cock in his hand and rubbed it all over her face, getting a little precum on her lips. She licked at it with her tongue, and then he pressed the head of his cock against her lips. She held her mouth tightly shut.
"Open up, you little slut," Jonny said.
She couldn't believe what he had just called her! She opened her mouth to protest, and when she did he slid his cock right in. She tried to talk around it but her tongue couldn't form the words with his big hard cock in her mouth. He slid his cock in and out, slowly. "Suck on it, you know you like it, Christine, you know you like to be my little whore, let me do anything I want to you, you slut." He started moving his cock in and out a little faster. His cock was hitting the back of her throat, and then she realized how wet she was. Well... she'd been wet since she'd arrived, Jonny just seemed to have that effect on her.
But she found herself loving what he was doing to her. And the things he was saying to her...
