She hasn’t known him that long. They had been set up by mutual friends. Funny thing was she hasn’t quite known what to make of him on that first meeting. Quiet, brooding, maybe even a little cold. Dressed all in black, his body language gave very little away. His eyes were bright blue but seemed cold and distant, maybe even hiding a little sadness behind them. Hard to fathom but if she was honest with herself there was something about him that fascinated her.
He’d left without giving her his number but she had been given it after he left and encouraged to message him. After many hours of pondering she had finally plucked up the courage and sent him a message, fully expecting not to get a response.
She was pleasantly surprised when within a few minutes he responded. He seemed warmer than he had in person and she was pleased that they seemed to get on well. The guardedness was still there, but he was warm, had a very dry, self deprecating sense of humour and she quickly felt comfortable opening up to him.
As the conversations continued over time she found herself revealing more about herself and her kinks to him. He listened very attentively to her, him giving very little away as always. He seemed more than happy to move to the next stage and from what she knew about him from their mutual friends coupled with her instinct, so was she.
So this is how she found herself in her current location. After his arrival and all the usual pleasantries were out of the way they had adjourned to the bedroom.
She found herself pinned firmly to the wall. They were very similar in both height and size but his strength and speed had shocked her! His demeanour changed now. Gone was the cold aloofness, replaced by something she couldn’t quite read. Almost a hunger, an intensity and focus that she would never probably guessed existed in him. His left hand was firmly on her, his right, having discarded the rucksack from his shoulder was removing her clothes with well practised skill. All the time his stare was firmly on her. She felt herself being drawn into his web.
She stood naked before him for the first time. Very self conscious but aware of a flicker of admiration in his eyes. Without a word he pushed her face down onto the bed. He had told her in detail the night before exactly what he had planned for her but even now the nerves were really rising….along with the excitement.
She turned her head to watch him. He had stripped to the waist. She noticed the studded black leather belt he was wearing, she caught a glimpse of tattoos, Oriental writing of some description on his chest. She was also very aware of the large length of rope he was skillfully preparing in his hands.
He leaned over her, she caught a whiff of his aftershave as he placed the first loops of rope over her shoulders. She gasped as he pulled them tight and she felt them bite into her skin. Slowly and methodically he worked on the rope. Careful with each knot and each wrap. Working it’s way down her arms until he was finished and she couldn’t move even if she wanted to.
Her nerves were gone now, replaced by a building ache inside her. She knew what was coming, her body craved it more than it had in a long time. She could tell though that he was watching her, assessing her, waiting for her to speak. Almost torturing her with the anticipation of what was to come. She was aware of him opening the rucksack but other than that all she could hear was the sound of him breathing and his slow deliberate footsteps as he paced around her.
Without warning he brought the cane down hard on her ass. She screamed, partly in surprise, partly in pain, partly in relief. The sting spread through her cheeks and her pulse started to race. She wanted to scream for another but kept her mouth shut. Again he seemed to sense this and was seemed to be deliberately taking his time.
Then it came again, only this time it was two hard sharp blows in quick succession. She screamed again but this time it was different as an orgasm hit her body. She half expected it but it had been so long since she had been in this position that it still took her breath away. She heard him standing over her, watching, gauging her reactions. He stooped to look in her eyes. She stared straight back at him with defiance! He was breathing heavily too, a series of soft raspy growls.
The strokes, when they resumed they were harder than before. Must remember that she thought inwardly to herself as another orgasm hit her as hard as the cane was. His pace, more regular now was quickening. Then, quite out of the blue she heard a splintering sound followed by him cursing, the first words he’d uttered since the scene began.
She heard the unmistakable sound of his belt being undone…….her stomach summersaulted with excitement. She turned her head to watch him, an almost pleading look in her eyes. He saw this and gave a mocking smile. “Not this time” he muttered. “Time for my fun now”. She saw it again in his eyes. The were burning, not with anger but with a deep hunger.
He moved in behind her, spreading her thighs with his body. Still restrained and unable to move she gasped as he entered her and his bodyweight pressed down on her stinging ass. She noticed even through another searing orgasm how his voice had changed again. It was deep and gutteral and the most vocal he had been all evening.
His pace increased, her moans became louder. He grabbed a fist full of her long hair and yanked back her head and looked her in the eyes just as she felt his body stiffen.
He lay there for a second or two, the only audble sounds were the heavy breaths of them both. He then stood up and began untieing her. Once again his demeanour changed. He became very protective, almost tender. Carefully rubbing each part of her skin that had been bound before paying special attention to her striped backside.
He held her tightly. It was a wonderful respite but she was suddenly full of life and eager for more. Judging from his reactions too, she wasn’t the only one…..