Andrea closed the hotel room door and set her bag down on the bed. She pulled out her phone and turned on her Pandora, listening to the music while she looked around for a minute. She noticed that the radio clock was Bluetooth capable. A couple of minutes of work had her phone connected and she started to dance around a little bit. He would be here soon, and she was really looking forward to their weekend together. She considered pulling her bra off but rejected it. She felt like men really enjoyed pulling those off, and she was wondering how he would react.
Weeks of online discussions had led her here, to a point where she believed she would finally get everything she wanted. Those discussions had been both serious and deliciously sexual, even both sometimes. But she knew well that both were needed to make something like this weekend happen, and if he lived up to even half of what they discussed, it would probably be the best weekend of her life so far.
She looked at herself in the mirror and wondered how she had managed it. She had never considered herself particularly attractive and many men were willing to reinforce that idea for her. Sure, a few boyfriends here and there, a couple of sexual partners, but it had always ended badly for her. Her hair was a dirty brown, but kind of limp and she never could figure out how to do anything with it. She knew she was overweight, but it was just one more struggle for her. Only her eyes, a bright and sharp green, and her large triple-D breasts had ever received any real compliments. She stopped dancing and sat down on the bed. Of course, she had shared pictures with him. He had demanded them, showing everything for him, and he still had agreed. He even complimented her face and body, but she wasn't sure if he really felt that way or was just wanting the sex.
The knock at the door made her jump up. He was early! She started to smile as she moved to the door, opening it. The figure on the other side was covered in shadows. Taller than her, she tried to look up at him, but he had a hood up over his head, and she hadn't turned on enough lights for his face to be shown. What she did see was the knife in his hand. He grabbed her wrist and held tight, holding the knife up threateningly. "Want to invite me in, my dear?" He asked in a soft, sweet voice.
"Yes," She stammered, too scared to say anything else. Those were the correct words, but she had never heard his voice. She couldn't see him, didn't know anything about him. He all but pushed her back into the room. Even inside, the light didn't really reach his face. All she could tell about him was that was white. She did see a small backpack over one shoulder.
"You'll want to get used to saying that." He told her, the knife now right against her chest. She felt herself breathing faster in reaction. What was she supposed to do about a knife pushed against her? "Turn around slowly and put your hands in the small of your back."
Andrea turned around, doing exactly as she was told. He shoved her hard and she stumbled, falling onto the bed. The bag dropped on one side of her, and he held her wrists in one strong hand. She was too terrified to resist, gasping as he put his knee against her ass. She heard the bag unzip, could just see him pull something from it before she felt the cold tightness of a leather cuff being strapped to each wrist. She tried to pull away them, but she was too slow. He had her cuffed with a control bar, her wrists maybe six inches apart behind her back.
He pulled something else from the bag, then used one hand to push up on the control bar, pushing her arms up and her face into the bed. She felt him strapping more cuffs to her ankles, opening her legs enough to do so. She finished with her legs spread so that her ankles were about two feet part.
"Please, stop." She whined, but he just laughed and smacked her ass hard. She yelped and jerked up in response.
