She was stretched out on the bed stark naked. Her sight masked by a black scarf blindfold. Her hands tied to the bedposts.
He stared for a moment at the sight before him. Everything about her screamed of sex. Her smooth, waxed pussy gleamed with the fine sheen of her arousal already seeping out between her thighs. A goddess – she was his sex goddess.
He was positive she knew the potent effect she had on men — him most importantly —given the way that she lay on the bed with a slight arch to her back emphasizing the slenderness of her ribcage and the small circumference of her waist and perfectly showcasing her breasts to hungry eyes – his hungry eyes.
“Who’s there?” She sensed his presence.
He sat on the bed and traced the outlines of her lips. He wanted to kiss those lips and bite them.
“Please…” She begged. “Please let me go.” There was fear in her voice. His cock hardened at the way she sounded.
He was tempted to rip the blindfold off her face so that he could watch her quivering and see her eyes grow big as she begged him.
He stood up and proceeded to tie her ankles. She was pleading. In tears, she was in tears now. He loved it. He knew it was perverted. But he loved that she was pleading; that she was begging; that she was crying.
He smiled. He was going to enjoy this.
And he vowed she will enjoy what he is going to do to her before the night ends.
She was spread-eagled on the bed. His bed. She looked like she belonged there.
He was staring at her pussy now. He admired the plump lips of her labia. He slipped one finger into her wetness and moved it slowly into her.
She gasped, and he felt her muscles clench around his fingers. He felt her wetness.
He smiled. He was right. This little bitch is aroused.
He slipped his finger out of her pussy and tasted her – flicking his tongue on the finger that he used on her. Sweet. She tasted sweet.
Two hours ago…
“Right on time.” He said to himself as he saw a woman get off the elevator and walk her way around the parking level.
He was conveniently parked right next to her car. He had been stalking her for weeks. He vowed he will have her, and tonight is the night.
He went out of his car just in time as she neared hers. She was wearing a red short dress in a flimsy material that perfectly fitted her and showcased her assets. But he knew she will look better naked.
He held the white cloth in his hands. This is it.
“Excuse me, Miss?” He watched as she turned and looked his way.
Two-and-a-half hours later
Scared. She was scared shitless. She hated being powerless. She was abducted. His voice sounded familiar, but she couldn’t place the face and the voice together.
Will he kill her after he had his way with her? She doubted he will let her go.
But the worst part of it all was that she was turned on. She had never been at the mercy of a man before – sexually that is. This is something new for her.
Oh she had lovers in the past, but she didn’t know she had it in her to like being tied.
Knowing she was this exposed to him, she wanted to beg him to suck her nipples, to feel his fingers inside her pussy again, and to feel his tongue on her clit.
When one finger went inside her a few minutes ago, it almost made her come right then and there. How much pleasure would two or three fingers give her? Or even his tongue? Or his cock?
She felt herself blush at her thoughts. She almost laughed. Imagine her, tied to the bed by a stranger. She should be begging for him to let her go not thinking lewd, dirty thoughts.
She felt his tongue lave her nipple and almost moaned.
Excited, she was excited. She couldn’t deny the fact that she was. Her pussy’s wetness couldn’t deny that fact.
She was eager to feel his breath on her skin. She was ready. So very ready.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asked her. His voice thick was with lust, as he moved his searing lips to her other breast.
She moaned in response. Her lips and tongue were unable to form words as he found the tips of her sensitive areolas. The faint stubble on his chin scraped the delicate undersides of her breasts and his fingers lightly ran down her belly.
Oh god, she thought, how long has it been since she was last fucked? Has it really been that long?
“Should I taste your pussy?” he murmured into her stomach. He dropped his lips to her belly and licked a path between her ribs.
She tried to arch her pelvis into his hand, but she was so tightly tied she couldn’t move more than an inch.
“Do you want my mouth and my tongue?”
He dipped his tongue into her belly button, and she whimpered. Hot liquid flooded her cunt at the thought of his mouth coming down over her pussy at the thought of his tongue lightly flicking at her clit.
She trembled with anticipation, as his teeth nipped at her lower belly. She knew her newly waxed pussy was glistening with her come, and she wanted him to taste it.
His tongue found the opening of her slit. It slid warm and found its way to her engorged clit. Flicked at it once.
Flicked at it twice this time.
She shook with pleasure.
He was separating her stretched lips even further with his fingers, and his tongue slid into her and stroked her walls.
“Oh god!” She was on the verge of her best orgasm ever. Almost there. She was almost there.
Suddenly, a blast of cold air covered her body.
He must have stood up. “Please,” she begged.
And she wanted to stop herself. She wanted to hate herself for being his slave. But she had to come. She was close.
“I’m so close.” Her voice sounded like a whisper.
She hated the sound of her beseeching voice.
She was begging him to finish her off.
And he could fuck her for days, in any way he wanted, if only he would let her explode against his tongue.
She heard him undo the buckle on his belt.
Is he going to fuck her now? She held her breath and was waiting for the sound of his zipper.
She almost panted in anticipation of feeling his cock inside her. Is he big? Is he going to fill her pussy?
“It can be painful to be so close to getting what you want and then having it ripped away, don’t you think?” His voice was deep but soft, almost a caress.
What can she say to that? She was begging him to release him earlier. Now she’s begging for a different kind of release. How ironic!
She felt something cold and metallic sweep up the inside of her leg, from her ankle, past her calf, then knee, and up the moist, sensitive skin on her inner thigh.
She whimpered and bit the inside of her lip. His belt buckle.
Maybe he was just going to tease her for a little while longer, she thought.
Maybe he didn’t want her to come until he had worked her up into a fever pitch?
Less than an inch from the folds of her pussy, he repeated his actions on her other leg. From ankle, to calf, to knee, to thigh.
And she knew that if the belt buckle so much as flitted across her clit she would come.
“Don’t stop there,” she implored him.
“Just another inch or two higher.”
But instead of giving her what she wanted, instead of the feel of cool metal dragging over her clit, she heard the belt crash loudly against the floor
“No,” she cried.
“I can’t wait any longer,” she said. She was no longer caring how pathetic she sounded, but she was so turned on.
She was sure she’d never been more ready for a man’s cock or a man’s fingers or a man’s tongue.
“Patience,” He said. “Don’t you know that patience is a virtue?”
She barely heard his words. She could’ve sworn she heard the sound of his zipper.
She felt her pussy cream some more in excitement.
She was absolutely certain that he was finally about to give her what she needed—a good, hard fucking and maybe with his lips sucking at her tingling nipples while he thrust in and out of her. She was offering herself to him. Offering herself to her captor. How could he resist everything that she was offering?
She waited impatiently. What is he planning on doing to me? Why won’t he fuck me?
She shivered as her fear returned again – a mixture of fear and ever-growing excitement. Her nipples puckered even tighter into rigid buds.
She felt him climb in the bed. She felt him straddle her body. He was naked now.
Oh how she longed to have her hands free to take his cock. She wanted to feel his length. She wanted to run her thumb over it. She wanted to guide it to her lips and taste him, licking his cock head, and slowly sucking it in between her lips until he groaned with pleasure.
She wished her hands were untied. Not because she wanted to get away from him but because she was imagining all the pleasures she could give him with her hands.
And then his hands came around the outside of her breasts and she moaned. She was delirious with pleasure just to have his hands on her.
Suddenly, a new heat seared her flesh in the deep valley between her breasts, and she moaned, “Oh god yes,” in rapture.
He stilled the slow thrust of his penis between her tits, probably judging her response.
“No, don’t stop. Please.”
She guessed it was what she was waiting for because he then resumed his progress until his cock lay safely nestled between her breasts. The smooth, wet head of his penis pushed up into her chin.
He pushed her boobs harder and harder against his cock, as his breathing grew harsher, as he twirled and pinched her stiff nipples between his fingers, she felt that she was nearly there.
A low roar emerged from his throat. He plunged into her breasts with several long, hard strokes. She felt warm, thick come bathe her neck and the tops of her breasts.
She almost wanted to moan in protest. She wanted his cum on her mouth. She wanted to taste him but the sensation of having his cum all over her skin was enough to drive her into a sort of frenzy. She was nearly there – nearly reaching an orgasm that needed no lips, no tongue, no fingers, and no cock to help it explode into a million pieces.
TO BE CONTINUED