Marcus pulled the ropes tighter on her wrists, not so tight as to leave marks, but tight enough that she couldn't leave. He smiled down at her, knowing that when she awoke she'd be in for a surprise. The idea had come to him as he'd watched her sleep last night. For some reason when she was near, he didn't get much sleep. He hadn't wanted to wake her up, knowing that after the things they'd done, she'd needed her rest but he hadn't been able to look away either. She was beautiful awake but there are always seemed to be something that was taken away from that. Maybe it was the fact that she opened her mouth and nothing but evil spewed forth, but what ever it was, it made her seem something less. Asleep however, he got a chance to see her just as God must have wanted. She'd lain with her head on his chest and he'd gotten a chance to see just how long her eyelashes were. They'd looked like goose feathers lying against her fair skin. He had wanted to stroke her face, feel that soft supple skin beneath his fingers but had known that she would have awoken. So he'd taken the time to fantasize and had been pleasantly surprised at the thoughts that had flown through his mind.
The first had been something that he had thought she'd like, so now, hours later, here he was, tying her to his monstrous four-poster bed. He'd always wondered why he'd gotten this gigantic bed, when he wasn't the sort of person who usually liked them, but now he knew. He'd just been waiting to tie her to his bed. He had slipped from the bed, thankfully without waking her, and located some silk ties that he had hidden in his closet.
Now as he stood back and looked at the picture she made, he knew he'd made the right decision. He had gathered her arms together above her head and tied them together using the ties. The position made her breast rise and stand up like cantaloupes in a melon patch. He couldn't wait to latch his mouth onto her sensitive nipples, but he didn't want to do that just yet. He had plans that he needed to do first.
She looked like a captive from a barbarian movie. All she needed was a loincloth and she'd be an Amazon captured by a neighboring tribe. He of course would be the sultan of said tribe, so taken by her beauty that he had sent his best warriors out to grab her and bring her to him.
Marcus slowly shook his head, smiling. He'd obviously been spending too much time with her; some of her imagination had begun to rub off on him. Next thing you know he'd be writing a romance novel with her as the main character.
He watched as she slowly came awake to find that she was tied to his bed. He could see the confusion as it occurred to her that she couldn't move her arms. He'd left her legs free, not wanting to rush things too much but that would be the next fantasy. He wanted her tied spread eagle to a bed.
"Daddy?" she asked huskily, sleep still heavy in her voice.
"Yes, baby?"
"What's this? Did I do something wrong?"
"No, I just wanted to try something else. We did your fantasy yesterday. Today is mine. I wanted to see what you would look like tied to my bed, naked and ready for me. And now I do."
She smiled at him but he could still see that she was confused. "But why are you dressed to go to work then?"
He chuckled. ""Cause I have to go into the office for a few hours."
"But- what am I suppose to do while you're gone?" Her nose crinkled as she moved her arms slightly, which he was happy to notice made her breast jiggle just right.
"Well, I figured you'd stay right where you are. I'm not going to be gone that long. I promise you that. I have a wonderful reason to hurry home today." He smiled down at her as he approached the bed. He couldn't resist running his hand up her stomach to palm one of her breasts.
She moaned, unable to hold anything back from him. "But wouldn't you rather stay in bed with me?"
He grinned at the whiny tone that had entered her voice. To show her who was still in charge of things, he pinched her nipple between two fingers. Her breath left her in a rush. "Daddy!"
Marcus leaned in and kissed her on her nipple to ease the pain and she called his name again, this time for a different reason. "I need you," she whispered huskily.
"I know you do. You love having your hands held above your head. I know that, I know you so I know what you want. Right now you want me to take my clothes off and join you in this bed, slide my cock throat deep into you and forget that I have other responsibilities."
He didn't ask if he was right cause they both knew that he was.
"I don't mean to be in the center of attention." She giggled at the way he arched his eyebrows. "Well, ok, maybe I do but its just-"
"You want all of me, just like I want all of you. But I only need to do some paper work for a few hours. I'll be back before you miss me."
"I already miss you," she said with a petulant tone.
He chuckled. "I know and I'll try to be back as soon as I can. But," he said pulling back from her to stand in the middle of the room, "while I'm gone I've set up a tape that I think you're going to like. I want you to watch it and think about it. Can you do that?"
Amie sighed and agreed with him that she could. She noticed for the first time the TV sitting on a rolling table near the door. It was big enough and close enough that she would get a great view of whatever the video was. Marcus saw the look of confusion on her face and rushed to fill her in.
"I don't keep a TV in the bedroom. You know my philosophy on that." They'd had a decision not long after they first hooked up about having a TV in the bedroom. Marcus believe you only did three things in a bedroom: dress, sleep, and fuck. She hadn't argued when he'd covered hers with a blanket cause he'd shown her just how much he liked to do the last one with her.
Marcus gave her one last kiss and headed to the door, stopping by the TV and VCR to press the play button. He took one last look at her, her body pulled tight by those silk ties of his, breasts lifted, curly pussy hair a brown pitstop on the road of her body.
He suddenly didn't want to go, but he made himself walk out the door as quickly as he could, but not before he heard her sharp intake of breath at the view on the screen.
Marcus had not only broadcasted last night on the Internet, he'd also set up a video camera from a different view. He had known that he'd had a one in a lifetime chance to give her something that she probably didn't even know she wanted. She would be able to watch as they fucked, get to be an observer like many never got to.
He left the apartment, locking his apartment tight. He headed to his car and once there, settled in the seat to head to work. Work could have waited for a while, hell, he could have done it first thing Monday morning, but the idea had been one that was too good to be pass up. He needed to leave the apartment, give her time to watch the show, and then he'd come back in when she was all ready for him. Just thinking about how wet she'd be made him want to jerk his cock right there in the middle of traffic. Thank God he at least had a little bit of self-control left.
The commute to work took less than 10 minutes and would have been less than that if some dickhead hadn't tried to run over the car in front of him causing a traffic accident. After a lot of cursing and hand shaking, Marcus was able to get back into traffic and get to work. He grabbed his jacket off the seat behind him and headed in. He passed a few friends on the way in and paused to talk to them.
