Sex,Lies, and Bondage Tape

He knelt up, lifted his wrists in front of his chest. Tensing his muscles, he pulled, stretching the tape beyond its capacity, ripping it and breaking free.

"Oh, Tommy." She took a deep intake of breath. She rolled flat onto her back, seeming to melt into the rug, her robe pooling around her. She was breathing heavily.

Pulling the stands of tape free, he grabbed at his shirt buttons, popping several of them in his haste. She watched as he threw off the shirt and leaned over, lifting the condom from the tray. He unzipped his jeans, took his dick in his hand and rolled the condom on, her gaze making him proud.

"I've longed for this," he whispered, as his mouth descended towards hers again. He peeled her panties down her legs and she slipped the robe off her shoulders. He hauled her body to his. She tilted her head back, her eyes heavy with desire, fingers entwined in his hair. She was all woman and he wanted to be inside her. Her lips were eager and moist, parting readily to take his tongue. She caressed his neck, and then slid one hand down to feel the muscles on his chest.

"I want you, Tommy, and I..." Her voice faltered. "Hurry, I don't want to waste a moment." Her hips moved against him, her hand reaching for his sheathed erection, stroking it.

"Neither do I." He groaned. With her hand on his dick like that, the need to be inside her was growing ever more urgent. He climbed over her opening thighs, his dick seeking her out. Rising up on his arms, he paused briefly to look at the need in her face. Her eyes were bright and feverish, and her thighs drew up around his flanks.

"I thought about this all week...is it such a crime to want you?" He lifted her chin as he spoke and looked deep into her eyes.

She shook her head.

"Tommy," she moaned, a plea in her voice, hands clutching at him when she felt his dick nudging into her.

With one strong thrust, he was buried to the hilt inside her, and her body closed tightly around him. Oh, that felt so good. She clutched him so invitingly, her cunt so hot and slippery. He groaned aloud, thrusting deep against her, reaching for each demand of her body on his. Her hands were on his back, pulling him harder against her, a pant freeing from her throat each time their movements met.

He moved her legs higher, and she latched them over his shoulders, bending her under him. He felt how her body molded inside, how it reacted to him, how each thrust reverberated through the tender, sensitive flesh of her cunt.

She rolled her head, looking away, but he drew her back with one finger against her chin, locking eyes with her. His thighs trembled with effort.

She struggled with eye contact, it was almost too much to ask of her, but he could see that she wanted to do it, as he much as he wanted her to.

"Kelly," he whispered, slowing his movements inside her. He paused mid sentence to pull out and thrust deeper. He groaned.

She nodded. "Now."

He was determined to stay with her. When he felt her jolt and quiver from deep between her thighs, he was harnessed to her and her moment. She was running eager hands over his shoulders, pulling at him. She cried out, her fingers gripping his shoulders tightly, her cunt clutching over and over.

The climax barreled through him, tensing his every muscle, his body seizing, his dick lurching. He roared aloud, letting some of the tension escape that way. Gasping for breath, he blinked to regain his focus and saw her looking up at him still.

As the climax subsided, he shifted his hands on the floor, realigned himself, one hand going to her leg against his neck, stroking it, turning into it and kissing it, lovingly.

"So good, you feel so good," he murmured. "Oh, Kelly..."

She wormed from his grasp, closing on him instead. Rolling him onto his back, she kissed him hard, stopping the words he might have said.

Chapter Seven

Don't look back.

Kelly stood at the bedroom door, both hands against it. She was dressed and ready to go—with all her fancy underwear and cosmetics in her backpack—but something inside her felt as if it were being torn apart. All she had to do was leave. He was asleep. She just had to walk through the door, and she'd fulfill her quest for revenge. He'd wake up alone, just like she'd done the week before. The victory felt strangely hollow now, though. It had been so good the night before, that's why.

When she'd finally let him break free and take her, it had been the most intense thing she'd ever experienced. He hadn't let her look away, maintaining eye contact the whole while. She'd never made love like that before, and that's what it was: making love. I've never actually "made love" before, she realized, and she was already craving more of it.

She fought the rising urge to return to the bed, to snuggle in against him and wake him with a kiss. They could share breakfast in bed, make love again. You don't need men, she reminded herself, only for one thing. The fact that he was so good at it was no reason to stay with him. Don't be weak. She rested her forehead against the door.

He will only hurt you.

That did it. Taking a deep breath, she moved one hand to the door handle, and turned it. The door clicked open. For one, brief moment, she paused, hoping that the sound had woken him, that he'd call her back. But all was quiet, save the sound of his breathing as he slept. Opening the door, she shook off her silly doubts and went through it.

* * * *

Tommy stirred, yawning and blinking into the narrow line of sunlight that shone into the room. It took him a few moments to work out where he was, and as he did so he had a strong feeling of déjà vu.

Just like last week all over again, he thought, with a smile. Except the curtains had been completely shut, last night. Kelly must have opened them. Moving, he realized he was alone in the bed. Sitting up, he pushed back the covers, ruffled his hair, and glanced round. The bathroom door was open. She wasn't in there. Perhaps she'd gone to order breakfast. He reached over and put his hand into the soft dent where her body had lain in the bed. It was cold.