Lara slowly began to wake and tried to stretch her body, but her arms wouldn't move. The previous night she had been sat the hotel bar with her ex-husband, Dan, having a post-conference drink before she retired to her room. The one drink should not have rendered her this sluggish. Lara opened her eyes to see what was stopping her arms moving and gasped. Stood before her was Dan; he was dressed in low rise jeans and nothing else, his chest and feet were bare. Lara looked around and realised she was sat up against the headboard, completely naked, and her arms were stretched above her head. Panic set in.
"Dan. What the fuck is going on?" she demanded, whilst trying to remove her arms.
"I am just fulfilling something baby." Lara glared at him.
"We are not together anymore; you need to let me out!"
"I am fulfilling fantasy number 82" Dan said confidently, "and you need to do as you are told baby girl."
"Dan. No. Please. We are not together anymore, this isn't okay." Lara begged, she went through her memories and remembered fantasy 82. It required almost total submission from her and dominance from him. It also left her incredibly vulnerable, something she really did not want from her ex-husband and current business partner. When they had been married the couple had created several apps changing the way in which the average person ordered food, cars, and booked holidays. As such they attended several conferences to talk about their success and to gain future ideas. The divorce was a result of bringing work home too many times and ultimately falling out of love. The last year had been tough but they had remained civil and, importantly, avoided any sexual act. In fact Lara had been telling him last night how pleased she was with their attitude. Clearly Dan had taken this the wrong way.
Dan walked towards the bed smirking at Lara. He was quite proud of his inventive methods. He had lifted Lara into a sitting position, easily done with a heavy sleeper, handcuffed each hand to a rope which were hooked around the four poster beds top rails. The ropes could be moved and made shorter -- perfect for his plan. He then cut her out of her sleepwear and pleased to know she still did not wear underwear to bed - he hated cutting lingerie. Lara began to beg as Dan got closer.
"Please Dan, I haven't consented to this. You need to stop and release me. We can forget this ever happened. Please."
"Oh, baby girl, you gave your consent for this in 2015. Secondly, I know the thought of me still makes you wet, I know your pussy still wants me and your breasts are desperate for my touch. Now be a good girl and maybe I won't punish you." Dan began to shorten the ropes. "On your knees baby girl."
Lara managed to move onto her knees fairly quickly, which was good as he was shortening the ropes fast. Lara continued to beg but knew every word he said rung true. She had not looked at anyone since the divorce a year ago and she had not slept with anyone in 18 months. Her body was desperate for a mans touch and her ex-husband was top of that list in all honesty. Dan began to pull on the ropes making her crawl forward until she was in the middle of the bed. He stepped back and smiled. Her 5ft6 frame was perfectly displayed. Her copper hair cascaded down her back, her arms were being held up in a 'V' formation and her legs were slightly splayed for balance. Lara had always kept on top of her figure, she had C-cup breasts, so just more than a handful and a soft but flat stomach. She had always waxed religiously and so her pussy was bare except for a small landing strip. Dan's cock twitched in response.
"You are still so beautiful baby; did you know that?" He looked her straight in her eyes, "Did you know that your pencil skirts never stopped getting me hard? The way you bite your lip when trying to figure something out or command a room full of men. It all turns me on. All. The. Time." Lara looked at her 6ft3 ex and sighed. He had always been turned on by those things and she had played on it when she felt low. She also knew due to his dedicated gym routine she wouldn't be able to best him in a fight.