It was supposed to be just a simple card game between friends. I had known him for ten years now and while there had been some sexual tension, I wasn't expecting what happened that night. I should clarify; I had known him online only. This would be the first time we met in real life. He was flying in to attend a conference in my city and we felt that after all the years we should finally meet.
I was twenty-six with a decent body. Not supermodel thin, I had curves in all the right places. My reddish brown hair hung down past the middle of my back and I have been told that my eyes are the gray blue of the ocean during a storm. That night, I dressed casually, just a pair of jeans and a white tank top. I remained barefoot since we were going to be staying at my place. I cooked a simple dinner, just some hamburgers and fries. Nothing too over the top. I mean, we were just friends hanging out right?
The butterflies in my stomach began to roll as the clock ticked closer to his arrival. I checked on dinner, changed clothes five or six times before returning to my original outfit, brushed my hair what seems like a million times and reapplied my makeup at least three. Finally the clock struck 6 o'clock and the doorbell rang. He was right on time. I answered the door.
Greg was a few years older than me, 30 to my 26 but that didn't matter. He was just a tad taller than I was with short brown hair and brown eyes. He kept in shape and I drooled mentally as I looked at him. He had kept it simple as well, just wearing jeans and a polo shirt. We laughed awkwardly at the door.
"Oh dammit, just come give me a hug girl." He said. I laughed and did as he said. It felt nice finally being able to give him a hug and I inhaled deeply of his scent, a mixture of cologne and his own musk. He smelled great. I invited him in and we sat down to eat. It went well, we lingered over wine and conversation. By the time I dared him to a game of poker, we were both a little tipsy. That's when the night really began to get interesting.
It started off innocent, just betting M&Ms but it got fierce. My wine glass was drained and refilled several more times but I didn't notice that he was merely sipping at his. A short time later, I was drunk. No ifs ands or buts about it. I was making stupid bets and throwing away good cards. Laughing at my drunkenness, Greg upped the ante.
"Let's play strip poker."
I shrugged and put the M&Ms away. Several hands later I was stripped down to my black lace demi-cup bra and matching thong underwear. Greg had only lost his shirt, shoes and socks. I didn't notice the speculative gleam in his eye. Glancing at the clock, I noticed the time.
"It's getting late. We'd better call it a night. I think you'd better crash on my couch, you're too drunk to drive." I said to him.
Greg just nodded his assent.
Standing up, I made my way to the linen closet and grabbed a spare pillow and some blankets. I was standing there trying to decide which blanket to give him when I felt his arms come around my waist. He leaned down and nibbled at the base of my neck just between the neck and the shoulder blade. One of his hands traveled down to my stomach, I dropped the pillows and stopped his hand.
"Greg, stop. You're in a committed relationship. We said just friends." I reminded him.
"Yeah yeah." He replied and backed off. I handed him the pillows and just grabbed one of the spare blankets, not caring anymore if it was thick enough.
"The couch is that way." I said, pointing back down the hall before entering my bedroom and shutting the door. Slipping out of my bra and panties, I tossed on one of my cami and boy short sets. I would normally sleep nude, but with a man in the house I needed the extra layer.
I had just drifted off to sleep when I felt something slip around my wrists. Struggling, I try to jerk my arms away but I can't. Fuzzy headed, I realized something was off. My wrists are tied to my bedposts. Fully awake now I glance up at Greg.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
Greg just shakes his head and shoves a scarf down my throat. He then leans down and ties my legs far apart. I kick at him and he just laughs, my attempts to free myself humorous to him. Greg runs his hands up and down my now tied limbs, his eyes locked on mine. I continue to struggle trying to break free but its no use, it just makes the restraints tighter. He slaps the inside of my thigh.
"Stop struggling. You'll only make it worse." He growls at me. "You sit there, prancing around showing off your assets. Then you walk around shaking that bare ass at me. And you expect me to back off just because you say so? You're a slut and I'm going to treat you like one."
I shake my head frantically trying to spit the scarf out so I can tell him no. I can see through the glimmer of the streetlights outside he's already naked and hard.
