In Her Basement

She was right behind him. "You killed people, my pretty," she hissed into his ear, and grabbed a fistful of his blond hair, violently jerking his head up. "You should be punished."

"Yes," he moaned. "I did...I'm sorry. Punish me." He moved his arms a little, testing the ropes that held him. They were solid.

Still holding him by his hair, she slid an arm over his shoulder onto his chest. He couldn't see what she was holding, but it felt like leather. She pressed her lips against his neck, and he shuddered when the soft kiss was replaced by her teeth, teasing and nibbling, then drawing his flesh into a violent hickey. He growled and pulled against his restraints, in vain.

"Hmm...all mine," she laughed. "I like it when you squirm, my pretty. Do it again."

"No," he whispered, breathless from his hunger for her, straining to turn his head to look at her beautiful face. Denying him that wish, she pulled away, and took his earlobe between her teeth. Her hand moved over his chest; he looked down and predictably saw the cat o'nine tails that he had given her.

"Are you sure?" Her voice invaded his ear again, her real voice, warm and caring.

"I want it," he told her. "Don't hold back, punish me."

The arm slid around his shoulder and disappeared behind his back. "Okay, my pretty Alain. You'll be sorry you asked."

He imagined her raising her arm and felt his cock twitch in excitement. She didn't make him wait long. The deliciously painful strike rocked his insides, burning his skin. He didn't cry out. The silk and leather made contact again, and again, but it was not enough.

"Make me scream, Amanda. Make me beg and scream your name."

She gave him a few more lashes, then suddenly changed her mind and stepped out in front of him. He hungrily ran his eyes all over her. His statuesque beauty, in brown satin lingerie, lips parted, her long blond hair ruffled by her exertions, holding the whip. She stepped closer and pressed the metal handle under his chin. Alain moaned loudly, helpless with pleasure. "I knew you'd be a natural at this, my precious goddess," he whispered.

She narrowed her heavily mascaraed eyes. "I don't like this thing!" she suddenly told him, and threw the lash away with disdain, with a rough circular movement. Her eyes were now smoldering with aggressive lust under the smoky eye makeup. She raised her hand and slapped him on the cheek. Slap, one time. He didn't even feel dizzy. The look in her eyes grew softer and she caught his head between her palms. Her lips found his, moving excruciatingly slowly. He tugged at his bonds again.

"I like to slap you," she said, then licked him from his cheek to his neck. "Because you're bad. Because you want to be punished. Because you will take anything from me."

"Yes," he groaned, his voice hoarse. "Yes! I will take anything from you! Hit me harder. Make me bleed."

She slapped him with as much strength as her slender arm could muster. His head flew to the side, making him dizzy and he begged for more. She slapped him again and again, alternating left and right, switching her arms. Eventually she stopped, her perky breasts heaving, panting from exertion.

She pressed her body against him, grinding and looking him in the eyes. "You want me? Huh?" she teased, and finally grabbed his cock. His head throbbing with dizziness and lust, he whimpered "yes".

He'd never whimpered in his life. He had played these games before, oh much, much rougher ones, as his contract killer alter ego, so rough and depraved he didn't want to remember them. He was a changed man, since meeting her. Yet his tastes had remained fundamentally the same, it was just a matter of degree.

"Are you sure you want me?" she purred, grinding against him shamelessly. He thrust his cock into her hand.

"Yes," he panted. "Yes, Amanda, I want you, I need you, I'm dying to take you!"

She slapped him. "Bad Alain!" she hissed. "You're bad, so you can't have me."

Her cruel smile sent shivers through him and he seriously struggled against the restraints, looking up to see if he could loosen the spot where the ropes met the ceiling. Hearing a soft chuckle, he paused in his efforts, and watched her as she approached him.

She stopped in front of him and slid her hands from his shoulders to his waist. He held his breath, not knowing whether she'd hurt him.

She closed her lips around his right nipple, then trapped it between her teeth. She sucked on it, then on the other, prolonging the sweet torture, nibbling on him, her silky hands tracing the contours of his stomach muscles and occasionally teasing his cock.

Then she released him and nonchalantly stepped away.

"You're mine, my nasty Alain. I will use you soon...But you won't have me! You'll get more of the lash if you ask to take me again."

"I will take you," he now growled. "Sooner than you think."

"Yeah...?" She shoved him away, still looking at him, thinking, plotting... With a smirk, she suddenly reached down and grabbed his cock. "What if I spend you, all of you, into my hand, right now? How will you take me then?"

His eyes met hers. "My precious angel, there are other ways. Let go, or I will make you discover all of them."

Her eyelids fluttered a little. Did she take him seriously...She sort of scowled at him now, and he was gratified to see her fetch the whip again. One hand on her hip, the other holding the whip, she posed in front of him, pivoting from side to side, her luscious lips puckered into a thoughtful little pout. "You are a nasty little bastard, Alain. I will enjoy this."

She whipped him across his arm first. He loved it. She did his chest next. God he loved seeing her pretty face so focused on whipping him, showing her pearly white teeth, trying to make him scream.

She soon put it down again, but his disappointment was short lived as she unhooked her bra and threw it at him, then massaged her perky breasts. She lifted her hand again and slapped him really good, her breasts bouncing and jerking to the side with the movement. After a while, she stepped back, and he licked his parched lips, watching her slowly pull down her panties, before tossing them aside with a jerk of her foot. His eyes trailed her body, from the red stiletto pumps to the neatly groomed pussy. She carelessly pleasured herself for a few seconds, her middle finger flicking over her clit, looking at him devilishly.

"Are you thirsty?" she whispered.

"Yes," he nodded. "Untie me, and I will lick you dry."

She angled her head at him, as if considering the offer. "Nah. You won't trick me, my pretty. Water is all you're getting."

She strode out of the room and Alain wished she'd stop playing. He wanted her, and nothing else. Maybe he'd take her on the floor, maybe he'd tie her up in his place. He hadn't decided yet.

She came back with a glass of water and made him drink. He was thirsty and drank every drop, then his feverish eyes bore into her with such intensity that she took a tiny step back. "Alain?" she whispered.

"It's still me, my precious. Get the whip. I want it good this time. Don't you stop."

She complied. After about a dozen hits, he tossed his head back and screamed in ecstasy. But it sounded equivocal to the blonde beauty. In a bit of a panic, she dropped the whip and lifted his head, stroking his hair. "Alain? Did I hurt you? Oh, I'm sorry."

Her eyes searched his face. God, he loved her. So innocent and so loving. And he immediately saw his chance.

"It's okay...but maybe you can untie me now. I think I've had enough."

She kissed him, stroking his cheeks and his hair, and got the scissors. One arm freed then the other...he stretched a little.

She threw her arms around his neck, resting her head on his chest near his shoulder, then trailed kisses over his collarbone. She really did believe that she had gone too far, and wanted to make it better. But he still didn't hesitate.

His arms gripped her like a vise and a gasp escaped her lips. Lifting her head, she saw the most lecherous look on his face, so bad that she shrank away from him.

"Oh no, beautiful, oh no you don't."

He grinned viciously and threw her over his shoulder, head down. She shrieked a little.

"I told you I'd take you."

"No," she whispered. "Put me down! I'm dizzy, stop it!"

Next thing she knew he slammed her flat on her back, on the large table near the wall, and climbed on top, pinning her under his weight. "This is how I wanted you..."

She was twitching a little and looking to the sides, so helpless, it made him ache for her even more. He grabbed onto her breasts and kneaded them painfully.

"Remember when I was stalking you? This is what I wanted. I wanted to force myself on you at night in your bed, to feel you thrashing around while I'm fucking you mercilessly..."

"Don't say that word!" she protested. "It's gross."

"Fuck? But that's what I'm going to do. I'll fuck you so hard you'll lose your voice screaming."

He slid back on his feet at the table edge and pried her legs open after some struggle. She tossed her head from side to side and tried to sit up but his cock rammed into her and she fell back down with a shriek, arching her back. Her delicately curved long legs now rested on his arms, dangling to the rhythm of his thrusts, showing off the red stiletto heels.

"No no no," she begged, breathing hard. "No, stop! Oh, stop! Alain! Ah! Please stop!"

"But I promised. I promised I'd make you scream. Scream for me, beautiful. I swear you'll be begging me to let you scream."

He stopped the fucking and brutally turned her around, to have her face down on the table. She gasped and struggled, flailing desperately; he loved it. He spread her legs with his knee while his hands grabbed onto her ass. Such a perfect, smooth ass, perky yet slim. He slapped it.

She shrieked and squirmed. He grabbed her by the hair, pulling hard, and she quieted down a little. He slapped her ass again, and she just whimpered this time. "Good girl," he smirked and spread her legs wide open, before his finger entered her asshole.

"No!" She screamed and thrashed around while he fingerfucked her, picking up the pace. He leaned over her to stop her from moving, and kept going.

"I always wanted to take you like this. Remember the evening when I left you the note? I wanted to corner you in that warehouse and spread you on the ground like this...just.. like... this!"

"Ah! Aaah! No, please stop oh God please don't, mmmft!"

He gagged her with her panties and harshly whispered into her ear. "You're mine. I won't stop. There's nothing you can do."

Angling his head, he watched her face from the profile, her cheek flat on the table, while he fucked her more, savouring how she was squeezing her eyes tight.

"My tight little Amanda. You're about to really scream."

Her eyes popped but the gag muffled the sounds. He had actually scared her a little. He wouldn't dare... would he...

Still behind her, he rammed his cock into her pussy instead, all the way at once and fucked her fast, as deep and as hard as he could each time, picking up the pace, making the table creak and tremble. His hand reached around throat, lifting her chin off the wooden surface. She grabbed and scratched at his hand and arm, moaning into her gag, while he viciously stuffed her, mad with pleasure.

Minutes went by and a gut shattering orgasm made her squirm desperately under his assault. She squealed and went limp but he continued to bury his cock into her, still hard as rock. There was no getting away from him.

He removed her gag and the room was filled with her cries and her begging. It turned him on so much. He held on to the beautiful butt and fucked her even harder.

"You should be fucked ten hours a day. You're so tight still."

"Please stop! Stooooop! Oh God... no!"

He paused, letting her catch her breath but it was a short reprieve. He flipped her over and mounted her, flattening her slender body under his weight. "Yes yes yes," he panted into her neck. "Yes."

Her legs flailing, he rammed it in deep into her pussy. She couldn't arch but he felt her try. Her cries turned to screams, so desperate, so close.

He put a hand on her throat and watched her face turn red but she continued to make the delicious noise. His cock could go on forever, seemed like.

"I love you," she suddenly told him.

He immediately stopped his thrusting. It was the safety word.

He carefully pulled out of her, which made her moan in discomfort, then gathered her in his arms and lifted her off the table.

"I adore you," he sighed, and carried her off upstairs, to their bed.

Lying side by side, she cuddled up to him and slowly caressed his chest. His skin still had angry red welts where it had been whipped. He held her close, kissing her head from time to time.

In a few minutes, she wanted him again. He felt her grinding, and his cock twitched back to life. "Put the handcuffs on me," he whispered.

"Alain..." she tried to protest, completely insincerely.

"Do it, or I'll flip you over and take you in the ass," he threatened.

She immediately straddled him, roughly grabbed his chin, and gave him a fierce look. "Watch your language. My ass is off limits, you know that! I will definitely teach you manners now, you don't talk like that to a lady."

She reached under the bed, her silky hair brushing his chest, and brought out the steel handcuffs. She pressed on his shoulders to encourage him to slide further down on the bed, then snapped them on, his arms above his head. There was a nasty little glimmer in her eyes.

"Now you're mine," she purred, looking at his face. "Nothing you can do. I could whip you some more. I could do whatever I want."

He groaned with pleasure at being at her mercy, feasting his eyes on her delicious body as she straddled him, the B-cup breasts shaking a little with each movement, their pink nipples nicely erect. She trapped his face between her palms, leaning over him.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" she demanded.

He wanted to break free of the cuffs and bend her over the edge of the bed, leaving her ass exposed...he also wanted her to slap him and punish him for such thoughts.

Breathing heavily, she pushed herself up and shoved her breasts in his face.

"Suck on them," she ordered. "Not a sound out of you, you suck on them until I've had enough."

He hungrily closed his mouth on one, working his tongue on the nipple. Amanda moaned and squirmed, and his cock curved towards her. He kept on teasing her nipple then switched and rolled the other nipple between his teeth, eliciting little gasps of pleasure. She began grinding her pussy on his stomach and he could feel her, as she was dripping wet. He sucked hard now and she grabbed onto his shoulders, digging her nails into the flesh. He loved that. Her grinding pussy was leaving wet trails on his chest.

Then she pulled away and he begged her to come back; he wasn't done, he wanted more of those soft breasts to nibble on. But she denied him.

"I want your cock now," she ordered. "You'll beg me to stop fucking you!"

She wiggled down and slowly impaled herself on his raging hard on, about 8 inches long and veiny. Still in cuffs, he wanted to get free and really fuck her senseless.

She was now bouncing on top of him, gasping and moaning, her breasts moving along, so close but out of his reach. He thrust his pelvis up into her, matching her rhythm.

"Ah!" she shrieked.

"Stop... fucking...me," he growled, and thrust his cock into her as hard as he could.

She shrieked with pleasure and ground her hips against him, keeping him in, then resumed her bouncing, her head tossed back, her long blond hair falling all over her, reaching her ass, her nails painfully digging into his beaten up flesh.

"Stop using me!" he screamed in a fit of erotic thrills. She slapped him.

"Shut up. You're my cock and you're here for me to use as long as I want."

God, he loved it. But it was his turn now.

He brought his arms down, suddenly encircling her from behind, pinning her against him. His hands grabbed onto her ass and roughly pushed her up and down on his cock, squeezing her butt cheeks. He was in control again. Handcuffs or no handcuffs, he'd fuck her as long and as hard as he wanted.

Her face was now buried in the pillow next to his ear and her panting and moaning were amplified. Alain knew she was close to her climax and he thrust his hips up savagely, grunting with each exertion. Then he rolled over her and fucked her with even deeper strokes until she tensed up, her mouth wide open in a silent scream. He rammed into her and kept it in, finally climaxing, while she squealed and struggled under him. He covered her mouth with his hand and gave his cock one last push.

He stayed inside of her throbbing pussy, exhausted and limp on top of her. After some time, she reached for the handcuffs keys on the nightstand and released him, whimpering as his cock slid out of her overstimulated pussy. His hands now free, he lovingly stroked her hair, and kissed her.

"My love", he whispered. "This is my best birthday ever. We couldn't be a more perfect match."