Sex,Lies, and Bondage Tape

She flashed him a dark look. Shuffling down his body, she undid his belt and fly. He shut his eyes and thanked the heavens. She was going to ride him, the very thing he'd been fantasizing about all week.

She took his dick out, stroking it, sensitizing it. It was rock hard and ready to be inside her sweet cunt. She dropped down and ran her tongue over the head, tantalizing him.

Oh yes, that's good.

Taking the head of his dick in her mouth she moved her tongue against the underside. She heard him growl, and she moved up to look into his eyes. "I hope you've got lots of stamina, Tommy. You're going to need it tonight."

There was a threat and a promise there, and it did bad things to him. "I've been building stamina all week, fantasizing about this moment."

She smiled then, but her eyelids lowered, as if she didn't want him to know that his remark had pleased her. She was a strange woman, but he was finding a way in through her shell, and he was going to pursue it.

"I'm going to undress you now." She locked eyes with him. "And I want you to remember I bought your time. I don't want you trying to break free."

He nodded down at his erection. "I'm not going anywhere until I've been inside you."

She gave a little self-satisfied smile, and it held a dark secret. He sensed it and it made his blood pound. What was she intending to do?

She undid his shirt, leaving it open, baring his chest. She turned her attention to his boots, taking them off, along with his socks, and then she tackled his jeans, hauling them and his Jockeys down his thighs.

Licking her lips, she smiled at him. "I'm fascinated by your body. You're a prize specimen, Tommy Sampson."

Pride plumed in his chest. His spine straightened, his shoulders going back as she moved around the bed, admiring him.

When she got closer, he longed to reach out for her. "I can smell you, let me see you."

He jerked his chin, trying to indicate she take off the robe and get closer. He couldn't reach her, and that gutted him.

"I'm in charge here."

Don't speak. She wants to be in charge. Whatever she wanted, as long as he got to be inside her.

She moved away and began to take off her robe. He watched as it slipped from her shoulders. Her body looked glorious in the red lamplight, a fantasy come true. She pulled her bra straps down her shoulders, reached back and undid it. It fell away, leaving her breasts bared to his eyes.

She hardly seemed to be aware of him watching as she put her thumbs inside her panties and lowered them down her thighs. No showing off, no need for attention. It was as if she were just undressing at the end of a day. Somehow, that was sexier to him than if she'd done a full-on striptease. He had the feeling that he'd be running the scene in his mind over and over again.

She walked back towards him.

"Ride me, please ride me." He couldn't help it, the words were out.

"Tut tut, Tommy." She shook her head, her hands on her hips. They jutted forward, her posture self-assured and powerfully feminine.

That old Modesty Blaise book cover came back into his head at that moment.

"How many times do I need to tell you? You are here for my pleasure. I'm going to do to you..." She ran one finger from his hip to his shoulder, "...e

verything you did to me…but with style."

What did she mean? The way she said "style" daunted him for some reason.

"Can you remember what you did to me?" She looked fiery, lust-filled.

His heart was beating hard. He was getting desperate to fuck her. He was so hard it was becoming painful. He nodded, the realization hitting him. "I punished you, physically."

I spanked her. Shit. She was taking control in the most extreme way. If anyone can, she can, a devilish thought suggested. Yes, and he wanted to know if she could, he wanted to experience her domination. His dick was up against his belly, distended and hot. "Give me all you've got, Kelly," he rasped.

She smiled, her hand resting briefly on his shoulder, acknowledging his consent. "Roll over," she instructed, pushing his hips and forcing him up and into a kneeling position.

As he moved, the two twines of black tape crossed, twisting tight like a tourniquet. Resting on his fists, his hands were now locked together within the bindings. He felt vulnerable, naked as he was but for his open shirt, while she stood over him. With his head on one side, he watched as she reached for the bedside table where there was a vanity bag he hadn't noticed before.