Chapter Two -- The cottage.
He'd had to work late just to finish the project. He'd spent too much time fantasizing about her over the last few weeks, each fantasy getting wilder. She was beginning to affect all areas of his life, not just work. He hadn't gone out with his friends for so long. He hadn't wanted to. All he wanted to do was stay on his laptop to catch every update, every comment people posted, just waiting for the moment she would post a new story. When that moment finally happened, he couldn't help but read it repeatedly. He would take off his clothes and begin stroking his cock while he memorized every word. She was incredible. She'd have him hard within seconds.
He had read everything she had ever written and everything written about her. Whichever story he read, he felt as if she had him in mind - every intimate detail was exactly what he enjoyed. He knew her. She was perfect. They were perfect for each other.
Now that the project had finished he had some time on his hands. He decided a while ago that he was going to visit her hometown. He wanted to see the places she used as the inspiration for the settings in her books. It would bring him that much closer to experiencing the unrestrained passion she felt.
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He pulled the rental car into the driveway of the cottage. He had gone over all the details of every cottage available and this was definitely the one from his favourite story. The descriptions fit the place down to the surrounding woodlands and waterways. It boasted perfect exclusion from the outside world. He unpacked and decided to look around, get a feel for the place.
Standing in the kitchen doorway his cock jumped, his blood rushing to fill the organ instantly. He stared at the wooden table, the same table. He could see the scene unfolding before him.
He bent her over the table, face down, pinning her arms behind her back. She cried out in protest as he snapped the cuffs tight around her wrists. He rubbed his arousal over her as he bent down to move her hair off her face. She was so damned beautiful. She begged and pleaded with him not to do this, but the flush of her cheeks gave her away. She wanted him. He pressed his erection against her, enjoying the hitch in her breathing. Oh yeah, she wanted him.
He reached round and undid her jeans, pulling hard as he slid them over her firm ass and down her legs. She tried to kick him as he yanked them off completely, catching him in the shin. "Bitch!" So that was how she liked it? Fine. He didn't mind getting rough if that's what she wanted.
He reached over, grabbed the rope, and began tying her ankles to the table legs, spreading her wide. She continued to attempt to kick him, wriggling, trying to get free. God he loved to watch her wriggle. His cock jumped, demanding attention. He unzipped, the noise stopping her for just a split second. Then she began wriggling even more, begging, pleading. He liked that.
He stood there naked and took his cock in his hand, already oozing with anticipation. His other hand pulled her hair back off her face. Her back arched, thrusting her tits out and offering her ass up to him. She had her eyes squeezed shut. That wasn't right. She needed to see him. "Look at me!" he demanded. Her eyes remained closed. "Open your eyes and look at me!" He pulled hard on her hair, causing her to gasp. It dawned on him that she wanted it even rougher.
