"I can't
believe
you fell for that!" she exclaimed.
It took a minute for her words to click in my head.
"But...
Katie!
She..."
Sarah giggled again, amused at my sheer confusion.
"You don't
seriously
think she'd get you into bed by begging to borrow a textbook, do you? You two should actually write each other love notes once in a while. Maybe
then
you'd know what her handwriting really looked like."
"But the
message!"
I sputtered.
"It's Facebook, honey. You don't have to be a master hacker to get onto your roommate's account. Not when she's dumb enough to leave her laptop lying around."
Sarah drew closer.
Instinct kicked in. My free right hand shot over to the left side of the bed as I reached for the leather shackle tying my left hand down.
Sarah was already way ahead of me: she reached out with both hands and grabbed my right arm as my fingers fumbled with the buckle on the shackle. I felt one of her hands clamp down on my wrist, the other tight around the crook of my arm. With all her might, she pulled my arm towards the right side of the bed—towards the one free shackle.
"Uh-uh... You're staying
right
here," she said.
I fought her as long as I could, pulling my arm left as she pulled it right. But it was hopeless, and I knew it. She had two free hands, and I had one.
I wrestled with her for at least a minute before she forced my arm down to the bed. As if that wasn't enough, she raised her leg and planted her knee down on my arm, pinning it down as she went to work shackling my wrist.
In desperation, I futilely kicked my bound feet, my body trembling helplessly.
With my last free limb tightly secured in place, Sarah got down from the bed and looked me over, clicking her tongue with satisfaction.
"God damn it..." I moaned. "
Why the hell are you doing this?"
"'Cause it's my birthday," Sarah said. "I've always wanted to have my very own piece of man-meat at my mercy. Me and Katie share
everything
in this apartment. I don't see why she should have the cute submissive boy all to herself."
"But... But I'm not—!"
"You mean you
don't
want a powerful woman to teach you your place? You
don't
want to be tied up and flogged and spanked and forced to
beg
for the right to cum? That's not what you said in all those messages, is it?"
For a moment, I thought my heart would stop.
"You... You
read
those?"
She smiled.
"They're a hell of a read, David. I couldn't resist. Katie
really
needs to keep a better eye on her computer... I suppose I should thank her, though. Some of those fantasies of yours got me
real
hot and bothered. You don't know how long I've dreamed of doing this to a man."
She knew. Every dirty message that I'd sent to Katie, late at night when I couldn't stop thinking about her. She knew, and she'd use them against me.
"Enough about all that, though... You want to see my
other
birthday present?"
I didn't answer. I had a feeling she wouldn't take "No" for an answer.
"Stay right there," she said playfully. "Don't go anywhere."
As light on her feet as ever, she scampered off into the living room, and came back with that white cardboard gift box that I'd seen earlier. She set it down on the ground, bent down to open it, and pulled out her gift.
It was a red leather corset—the color of dried blood—all done up with black lace trim, with silver buckles on the side.
She stroked the leather fondly.
"I've always wanted one of these. One of my girlfriends back home remembered, God bless her..."
She winked down at me, then turned around.
Without saying a word, she stripped off her white t-shirt and tossed it to the floor. She wore no bra underneath, giving me a perfect view of her well-muscled back, right down to those two cute dimples above her ass. With the shirt gone, I got a good look at those skintight black leggings that showed off the shape of her toned bottom so damn well.
Then she moved her hands downward, gently running her fingers down her slim thighs to draw my gaze. She hooked her thumbs into her leggings and slowly peeled them off, revealing her cute behind a little bit at a time.
She wore a pair of black boy-shorts under her leggings, patterned with tiny hot pink skulls-and-crossbones. As she bent down to pull her leggings from her ankles, she stuck her ass out towards me, and her underwear slid down
just
far enough to give me a tantalizing peek at the crack of her buttocks.
I wanted to curse at her. I wanted to beg for mercy. But my gaze was drawn to that perfect butt like a magnet. For now, I was speechless.
She stood up straight again, slightly wiggling her hips as she adjusted her boy-shorts and pulled them back up—covering up her exposed crack, but exposing the ample cleavage of her cheeks as she pulled her underwear snug against her butt. Covering her bare breasts with her arm, she twisted around to look back down at me, savoring that glazed look in my eyes as I stared dumbly up at her.
Then she turned back around, breathed in deep, and pulled that red leather corset around her midsection, practically giddy with anticipation as she pulled each silver side-buckle tight. A dancer to the core, she could hardly stand still as she buckled herself up; with each strap, she swayed back and forth on her feet, making her ass jiggle ever so slightly.
And then she whirled around to face me, twirling gracefully on the ball of one foot.
She gave me a good view of that lithe dancer's body, with barely anything left to the imagination. Pushed up in that tight corset, he small breasts practically spilled out, the swell of her cleavage tantalizingly on display. In those immodest little boy-shorts, I could see every inch of her slender legs, right down to her dainty feet with the nails painted electric blue.
When she bent down over her array of toys in the drawer, I felt my eyes again drawn irresistibly to her tight little ass—small but round, and oh so firm.
Her lips curved in a mischievous smile, and she put a hand to her mouth as a high-pitched giggle escaped. She was so giddy. So joyful. How could someone like
this
have a sadistic streak?
She leaned in close, stepped over my body, and moved to straddle me.
I felt goosebumps rise up over my stomach as she leaned in, my midsection quivering with fear.
"Well?" she asked coyly. "Are you ready to behave?"
If there was any time to fight back, this was it. I thought of Katie's face, and the rest came easy.
"You've got no fucking idea what you're doing right now!" I shouted. "As soon as Katie finds out—!"
She giggled again.
"And
you're
going to tell her about this, are you?" she challenged. "You're going to tell your sweet girlfriend that you were naked in bed with another woman? I'm sure she'll take that news well."
I felt a cold knot in my stomach, my anger turning into fear all over again.
"But you... You..."
"That's right, darling. I tricked you and took you against your will. But do you think
she's
gonna believe that? You think she's gonna believe it after I burn that note? After I delete that message? After I let you go and send you on your way? No. You're gonna go back to your life, I'm gonna go back to mine, and you're never gonna breathe a word of this to Katie. And if you ever tell anyone
else
about this,
I'll
tell Katie that you begged me to fuck you."
She smirked, bit her lip coquettishly, and leaned in close to me until our noses touched. I felt her warm breath on my neck.
"But first..." she said, "...I'm gonna have some
fun
with you."
She leaned back again and raised her hand, revealing that tiny black rubber ring that I'd seen in the drawer. Against my will, I felt my eyes widen.
No... This was a joke... She couldn't be serious about this...
Sarah scooted back until she was straddling my knees. She looked down at my exposed penis, still helplessly twitching with arousal. In spite of herself, she blushed as she looked it over.
"Well, would you look at that..." she said, shaking her head. "Are you
sure
you don't want to do this? Your little friend here says different."
I didn't answer. I looked up at the ceiling light and didn't look away. Anything to take my mind off of Sarah's voice and her wicked hands.
Just don't think about her. Just lie back and think of Katie. It'll all be over soon.
Then Sarah reached down to caress my erect cock, gently pinching it at the base and dragging her long fingernails across my scrotum. Goosebumps rose up all over my naked body, and I twisted in my bonds.
And then I felt her slip that tight, tight ring over my cock, sliding it right down to the base. It clenched my dick like a blood-pressure cuff. And against every rational impulse, my goddamn penis just got harder. I felt my anger well up again, pulsing into my trapped cock like some bizarre aphrodisiac. It kept pulsing in time with my heartbeat—but now it seemed to beat harder, and I could
feel
it so much more. The rush of blood made me light-headed.
I felt Sarah running her thumb and forefinger over my cock. It was as if her fingers were electrified; my dangerously engorged cock was suddenly more sensitive to touch than I could ever remember it. I wanted to think about Katie, but I couldn't think of anything but that beating, throbbing tower of an erection.
As if from miles away, I heard Sarah's voice.
"There we go... Just like I like it: nice and hard. You're gonna stay that way for a while, David. It'll be a long time before I let you cum, so try to hold back."
I looked away from the ceiling light, and my eyes locked with her. Through the thickening haze of arousal, I summoned up every last ounce of anger left in me.
"You bitch..." I murmured. "You evil fucking cunt..."
She removed her fingers from my cock. Absurdly, I half-wished that she'd go back to stroking me.
