Sex,Lies, and Bondage Tape

"Where are you going? You're not going to leave me here are you?" Again he yanked on the tethering, but the PVC bondage tape just stretched and held tight, and it was the bed itself that rattled.

Luckily she'd doubled up the tape. He was a big man to keep tied up with PVC. She couldn't help laughing. He'd begun to look quite panicked. She dawdled back to him. "I have champagne on ice next-door, and I'm going to order us some snacks. I want to keep your strength up."

"My strength is just fine, I've been building up reserves all week just thinking about you, now let me prove it."

His words secretly thrilled her, but she waved her hand around the room. "I spent my holiday fund on buying your time and renting this suite. I'm going to enjoy every moment of it...at my own pace."

His eyes narrowed. "I'll refund the fee, and I'll pay for the suite too, just untie me." He gazed at her longingly. "I want to get my hands on you and satisfy you properly."

She smiled. "All in good time."

As she left the bedroom, she patted the condoms in her robe pocket, and began humming the Mission Impossible theme to herself, happily.

* * * *

From the bed, Tommy could see across the reception area and through the doorway into the sitting room. Watching her sauntering back and forth was not helping his growing sense of frustration. He was seriously considering the possibility that this kind of restraint and endurance test could drive him insane. He'd be a happy man with her sitting on his face all night, as long as he could fuck her afterwards. It was like an unfinished, mouthwatering meal. He'd had his appetizers, and could see the main course on the plate. He was starving but he couldn't get to the damn thing.

She seemed to be taking great delight in wandering back and forth where he could see her, without acknowledging him. Earlier, when she'd strolled out of the bathroom looking like Modesty Blaise, his dick was up like a flagpole in an instant. Now he could hear her speaking on the phone, and it sounded like she was ordering food from room service.

Moments later, she walked across the hallway with an ice bucket and a bottle of champagne. She had a point about the suite. But when she untied him, he was going to screw her into the bed until she begged for mercy.

Before he had time to make any more plans along those lines, he heard a knock at the door and she walked out into reception, pulling a key from her robe pocket as she did, sparing him a smile as she passed.

He rolled his eyes, his ears pricking up as he heard a key in the door and voices. A moment later he saw her walk back into the sitting room. A uniformed member of staff followed with a food trolley, a man.

Shit. When the guy came back, he was almost certain to see him there. He tried to sit up on the bed, and then realized that made him even more noticeable. He could have torn himself free, but that wouldn't be playing the game, would it? He pressed his lips shut in grim determination, flattening himself against the bed as best he could, his eyes narrowed as he watched the doorway.

You've done this on purpose, you vixen.

A minute later the man emerged and skirted the table in the entrance hall, jolting to a halt when he looked into the bedroom.

Tommy tried to shut his eyes, but something in his nature made him peek with one eye. The guy straightened his bow tie, and thankfully, left. Not before smirking to himself, though. The news about the poor sod tied to the bed in Room 323 would soon be all over the hotel.

A couple of minutes later Kelly came back in. she reached over him, as if to undo his ties, but paused to stroke his jaw line. As she did, her fingers brushed the underside of it.

Yet again, she had found his danger zone. He rolled his head from side to side, trapping her fingers against the pillow.

"What is it with you there?"

"It's sensitive."

Her eyes lit. "Oh right—it's an erogenous spot?" She stroked it again, and then her gaze lowered to his groin. "Oh, that is something." She gave a soft chuckle as his erection bounced high in response to her touch.

"Kelly, please. You are driving me mad here." He could smell her perfume, mixed with the underlying aroma of her release, and he was desperate to be inside her. He wanted to let loose and screw her into the bed. If she didn't actually untie him and let him act on it, insanity was a distinct possibility. "Please."

"Oh, I do love to hear a man begging, but you're just going to have to wait." She threw a chastising glance in the direction of his erection.

That disapproving look, whether in fun or not, did strange things to him. He shut his eyes tightly for a moment, to ground himself.

"Look at the state of you. I'm going to have to make you more respectable for our après-sex canapés and champagne."

He snorted. The idea of it, while he was in this state, was surreal.

"I'm going to untie you, but you better be good." She unraveled his tethers, keeping them in her hand. "Sit on the edge of the bed."

He obliged, watching as she pulled his jeans back on, hauling them up to his knees. She nodded her head, indicating he get up.

He stood, watching as she twisted the strands of bondage tape together to make a lead.