They Slept. Morning came and went.
Exhausted, confused, disoriented, she stared around the room, recognizing it as her own. Her head pounded, as did her heart from fear, from excitement, from orgasm, from alcohol and drugs. He sucked at the air of the new day, trying to refill his lungs for the admission he knew he was facing; slowly he regained control of himself, the situation. He gradually rolled up on one side and smiled at her. She failed to recognize him. He knew her too well for being a "stranger". Emotions overcame her and she cried, hard, fearful, helpless, terrified. Softly he spoke, trying to soothe her with words, promising it would all be ok.
He reached down and untied her legs. Her fight was gone, she couldn't kick, barely could even move. In a good faith move, he also untied her cuffed wrists. Slowly she drew up into a fetal position and wept.
Cautiously he explained... "I've seen you; I've watched you, come to know you. I wanted you, but you wouldn't even acknowledge I existed." She searched her mind, scouring the millions of faces she's seen, trying to find where she had seen him, but what materialized in her mind's eye, didn't match a soul. The second time I saw you, I knew you'd be mine - unwilling, probably, but you'd still be mine.
She sat bolt upright! It dawned on her - "you, you're the guy who brings samples to our clinic and talks to the doctors about new drugs your company represents?"
"Yes, yes, I am a pharmaceutical rep for Squire & Masters." She processed it, not understanding the attraction, not understanding the compromise she was in.
"Why?" was all she could muster? He sat too. Looking her right in the eyes, explaining her beauty, her bold, beautiful nature and how sexy he thought she was. "Normal people ask for dates," she stammered.
"I did, multiple times, you ignored me." He stated. Searching her soul, she couldn't recall having been asked by this person for a date. "Remember when you worked at Central Regions Hospital?" he asked. Like a fist to the gut, it hit her hard, she doubled over in anxiety. He rubbed her back, she withdrew. She had been taken by the one person that had freaked her out more than any other. Yet, he was different now, muscles where fat once was, a moustache and beard where his pimples were and a military style hair cut where long strands of greasy hair once hung. He'd grown up into an admittedly attractive man.
She needed to shower. He helped her up, removed the cuffs, grabbed fresh towels and took her to the shower. He let the warm water run over her, refreshing her mind, washing away the body fluids from the night before. She was weak, light headed and ached. He steadied her. He washed her hair, soaped her and rinsed her. Her head turned dizzy. She stumbled and he was there to break the fall. She was out cold again. He carried out of the shower, to the bed where he dried her and once again bound her to the bed. The freshness of her body got him, his prick jumped as she lay there, tied and helpless. Quickly he went to shower as she was out. He was toweling off as he heard her moan and mumble.
Standing at her side as she came too, her beauty took him in. She tried to move, but found she was spread eagled, tied back to her bed. Demanding to be let up, he told her she was tied only so she wouldn't try to get up while he showered. "Well, you are out, untie me" - she spat.
He sat quietly on the bed and traced her nipples and slowly tugged them to full erectness. He bent and kissed them, sucked, nibbled. She moaned again. He softly asked her to try to relax and just to enjoy. She tried, but just couldn't reconcile her mind with the feelings her body was betraying her with. She fought! Tugged and pulled and thrust and bucked. He watched, his prick standing ever hard, jutting towards her and when she saw it, she shrank into the mattress as much as it would allow. Her desire to be fucked by this guy, wasn't there. She recognized her fight was his turning him on.
He went back to work on her nipples, thinking he had conquered her will. Shortly, he ran a soft hand down her belly to her bald slit. Her nipples grew in his hot mouth. His tongue never stopped its dance on her hardened nub. Gently he parted her nether lips and explored. No special pattern or rhythm or reason to how he let his fingers wander. Her face began to flush and her breathing more labored. He knew she was getting turned on. She dared not move, dared not admit what he was doing was nice. He leisurely explored and traced her clit tugged her inner and outer labia, enjoying it as her clit got harder and harder under his talented fingers.
He noticed the heat and as his manipulations went further down between her womanhood; he felt the juices trickle on his finger tips. She was wet alright. As he slowly began to probe into her soaked entrance, she moaned and shuddered. He looked up at her. She looked down at him. Their eyes locked. He searched her soul for an OK. She searched his soul for answers. Neither blinked!
Curiously, he asked "May I?" She slowly laid her head back and softly closed her eyes. A thin smile crossed his lips.
He never stopped, she no longer asked him to. His heart pounded, he had won... at least for now. Just a knuckle deep into her, he felt her pussy suck his finger in. She couldn't deny her body wanted pleasure and at this moment, how she got it really didn't matter. He got off the bed and turned on the radio to drown out any squeals of passion. He pulled the curtains closed so the sun didn't blare in on them. His bag was in the hall closet. He went and brought it to the bed and opened it, leaving it just an arm's length away. Once again her eyes questioned and became afraid. All he could say is "shhhhhhhhhh, relax and just let it happen."
He reached in his bag and brought forth adjustable nipple clips, a blindfold and earplugs. He slipped it over her eyes, but not before she asked him why. "I just want you to feel, so I am taking away your other senses" he whispered. With the blindfold in place, he plugged earplugs into her ears and her world fell silent. He bit at her nipples and brought them to an amazing stiffness. The first clip placed over her nipple and slowly closed upon it. The feeling wasn't unbearable, but the tightness caused her pussy to expel new juices. The second clip was then placed onto the other nipple and closed lightly, firmly. He pussy contracted again, juices ran down the crack of her sexy ass.
He stood and looked. She was a beauty. Her face contorted as he tugged the chain between the nipples. He squeezed the clips tighter and she let out a soft "ouch". He tugged again, she grimaced, suddenly he slid two fingers deep into her soaking slit - she groaned in pleasure. His other hand dug into his bag, seeking a special vibrator he got just for this occasion. Withdrawing his hand, it held a purple, inflatable Rabbit that had extra protrusions, one that tickled the anus and ears that massaged the clit. Meanwhile the body of the phallus would bend and rotate and the bottom of it would inflate to hold it inside.