Nikki heard her heels click on hardwood. She began to wonder where they were; where had he taken her this time?
Her wrists pulsed in tiny spasms from the rubber tie, which bound them together, her blindfold so tight, she worried if her mascara would smudge under her eyes from her sweat; she liked looking pretty for him.
"Get in there." He shoved and she carefully stepped toward the unknown. All too quickly he had her spun around and without any kind of care, he peeled off her latex skirt; leaving her only in a black corseted bustier and thong panties.
He pushed her hard and she fell onto a comforted bed.
"I'm taking your heels off. I don't want any marks on me. Lord knows, you'll be up for a struggle sooner or later; before I'm done with you." His voice cut like glass and pleasantly accented.
Nikki scooted herself further back onto the bed only to be reprimanded and pulled close to the edge, her legs dangling of the bed. He held her legs apart almost too wide, and snapped her thong over her shaved cunt.
"Well, what do we have here?" He ripped the lace of her panties and rubbed a finger up and down her slit. "Is all of this for me?" He asked sucking her juices off his index finger.
She felt herself blushing, and fought against him. She wanted to close her thighs, but he wouldn't allow it.
"No, no, no, Nikki." He played paternal with a soothing, correcting voice. He fingered her roughly and she writhed in guilty pleasure under his touch. "That's it. Fuck me back with those hips, you greedy whore."
One at first, the two, and three was all she could take. His fingers were thick; working man's hands, easily double the size of hers. Nikki bit her lip. She wanted to cry out when she felt her orgasm build, but she knew he wouldn't let her cum so easily, so her mouth stayed shut.
He got off on getting her there, on the verge of orgasm, and he knew her body so well. First she'd raise her hips as if unconsciously welcoming him to fuck her, then she'd hum a kind of guilty cry, lastly he'd feel her cunt tighten on his fingers; her contracting inner walls always betrayed her. It would be then, right there at that moment; he'd withdraw his fingers and move his hand off her hot mound. He'd see the frustration in her face, and if he were lucky, by the end of the night she'd be raging with lust, needing to cum so bad that she'd do anything. If he'd done his job well, he'd have her in tears. He liked it when she cried.
"Please." She begged as his fingers left her empty.
He paced the floor and said nothing. Choosing instead to leave her there on the bed to see what she would do. He took a seat in the not too distant corner.
After some minutes she called out to him. "James?" He watched her gain balance as she threw herself to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. "James, where are you?" She stomped her foot.
Nikki stood and lamely wandered the room till finally tripping over her shoes, which lay, on the floor, where he'd tossed them earlier. She hit the floor with a thud and found herself unable to get up on her own. There she was on her stomach, face down, kissing hardwood.
The rubber sole of his boot was colder than the bedroom floor. He held her down with on booted foot placed on the lower portion of her back.
"Now look what you've gotten yourself into." He scolded her, and then helped her into a kneeling position, at his feet. "I like you like this." She could here the unbuckling of his belt and could feel herself wanting to grind her hips in gratitude.
The tip of his cock rubbed cross her lips, and he didn't like how she so willingly opened her mouth, so he slapped her with his cock, right on the jaw line. "Do you open your mouth that easily for every man's cock?"
"No." Said weekly.
