Meet Anita Olsen. The most popular girl in high school, she ruled as president of The Hot Babes Club - and as a bully who tormented Freddie Simpson for being a nerd. Freddie grew up to be a tech billionaire who invented a system of mind control, and life got very different for The Hottest Babe. All characters are adults over the age of 18.
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Freddie led Anita to the bedroom, where they helped each other take off their clothes, then lay down on the bed. He began caressing her body, running one hand from her cheek, down across her breasts, and all the way down to her inner thighs.
"I want you to do something for me," Freddie said.
"What is it?" she asked. "I'll do whatever you want."
"Lie still."
Freddie placed Anita's arms over her head, moved one leg to the side, then spread the other. "Are you comfortable, darling?" he asked.
"Yes. Very comfortable."
"Good. Now, listen to me. You can't move. Your arms and legs are completely immobile. Try to move them." Anita tried to move, but nothing happened.
"You can't speak. You can move your lips, and your tongue, and your jaws, but you can't speak. Try to speak, darling. Tell me if you can speak."
She tried. Again, nothing happened. By this time Anita had accepted that Freddie could make her do whatever he wanted, so she didn't find it alarming that she was bound by invisible restraints. Trapped.
"Anita, all you can do is feel what I'm about to do to you. You can't stop it or change it. Those are no longer things you can control."
And it was so. Anita was in the spread eagle position on the bed, unable to move a muscle. She could control her breathing, but nothing else. Freddie caressed her cheek and kissed her lips so gently she could barely feel it. She suspected that wouldn't be true for long.
Freddie began kissing her more intimately. He explored her lips and the tip of her tongue. She responded, kissing back as much as she could, but she was limited by the fact that she could no longer move her head. His kisses grew deeper. More passionate. The fact that she couldn't move made it seem more erotic somehow. Anita was the kind of woman who liked being dominated by a man, and she was often disappointed when men treated her as an equal in bed. She was such an assertive, dynamic woman that most men had no idea she longed to submit to them while making love. Since she'd reunited with Freddie the previous day, she'd done nothing but submit to him.
He kissed her neck as one hand ran over her breast. She wanted to moan in pleasure, but no sound came from her lips. Freddie bit the skin on her neck and sucked so hard that Anita realized he was giving her a hickey. A love bite. She never permitted men to do that. The last time a man tried that she immediately kicked him out of bed and told him to go home. She had to wear a scarf for the next two days, and she got angry every time she looked in the mirror. She hadn't given Freddie permission to leave his mark on her, but he hadn't asked. She could tell that Freddie enjoyed doing it, and there was no reason to believe he cared if she liked it or not.
He began kissing her breasts and nipples. She felt a hot flush on her face and chest. His hand caressed her abs gently, massaged her bare pussy, then reached down until his hand covered her slit and labia. Freddie massaged her so gently she wanted to thrust her hips up to meet his hand. But she couldn't move, and she couldn't beg him to touch her where she longed to be touched. All she could do was hope he'd decide to give her what she wanted.
He did, of course. Freddie ran one finger up and down the length of her wet slit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body when he finally touched her clit. He did this several times, then stopped. She wanted to cry out in desperation when he removed his hand. But then she felt his wet finger smearing her pussy juice on one nipple. This was new. No man had ever done anything like that before. It was nice, but not as nice as the way his finger felt stroking her pussy.
But everything changed when Freddie sucked that nipple between his lips, licking it off. It was shocking. Unexpected. It was such a raw expression of his hunger that Anita swooned a bit. Her hands wanted to forcefully pull Freddie's head to her breast, but all she could do was lay back and enjoy the sensation of his tongue swirling around and around her wet nipple.
She hadn't been paying attention to what Freddie was doing with his hand, and so it was a surprise when she felt his finger return to the task of running up and down her wet slit. He made sure the finger was completely soaked in her juices, then used it to coat her other nipple, which he then began to lick and suck. Nothing could be clearer than the lustful thirst Freddie had for the taste of her pussy. What he'd done to her nipples felt marvelous, but what was even better was such a powerful expression of desire for her feminine flavor.
Anita had known men who were squeamish about eating pussy, and she had no patience for them. These men always expected her to suck their cocks, but then they'd balk at returning the favor, and sometimes they acted as though there was something suspicious about her hygiene. She wished there was some way to know in advance that these men were so deficient in the art of eating pussy. There were plenty of men who did the job very well, and Anita had no tolerance for the ones who didn't. At that moment, she realized that none of the ones she'd known were better than Freddie.
Freddie took his wet finger and smeared Anita's juices over her lips. He then kissed her passionately, licking away every trace, then exploring deep inside her mouth. She realized that he was deliberately giving her a taste of her own pussy. No man had done that before. His enthusiasm for the way she tasted seemed limitless. He took his finger and spread her wetness all over her upper lip. When she inhaled she got a full measure of her female fragrance, and she knew that Freddie must love her aroma as much as her taste. It was such a powerful expression of raw desire that Anita felt she was about to burst from arousal.
