Caged And Bound

by Daniella Wright

  I sighed, finishing my snack before I looked at the time. 6:08 P.M. I had just enough time to shower and get ready for my date. Quickly, I walked toward the bathroom, already undressing before I crossed the threshold. I threw my thin, work out shirt on the ground. Seconds later, my sports bra joined the pile and I sighed in relief. It felt good to let the girls loose.

  I cupped them in my hands, feeling their substantial weight. They were warm to the touch. To my surprise, my nipples were already rock hard. I took them between my fingers, rubbing them slowly, feeling excitement build up between my legs. Could it be that thinking about Quin was making me feel this way?

  I continued to fondle my tits for a moment before I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my pants and pulled them down. Stepping out of them, I was left with nothing but my pale green panties on. They were a boy short style and as I turned around in front of my mirror, I could see my ass cheeks poking out of the bottom. I bent over a little, admiring myself. It looked like all those squats were finally paying off.

  I grinned to myself before finally taking off the panties as well. I didn’t bother to look in the mirror this time. Instead, I allowed my fingers to run along the smooth surface of my pussy. My fingers barely grazed my lips and yet I felt a distinct wetness. I blushed, realizing that thinking about Quin had actually made me wet.

  Suddenly conscious of my own hormones and desires, I stepped into the shower, turning on the water. I moaned softly, feeling the hot stream run along my body. Almost instantly, I pictured the droplets of water as Quin’s soft lips. I imagined him moving from my neck all the way down to my tits. His lips would linger along them, kissing their every inch, circling around my aureoles before finally taking my nipples into his mouth. And maybe while he did that, his hands would explore the rest of me. His fingertips slowly dancing across my hips while his other hand grabbed hold of my ass, forcing me onto my tippy toes.

  Sighing, I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes, letting the fantasy take over.

  Quin was suddenly inside the shower with me. His thin pink lips were curled into a mischievous grin as he closed the door behind us. The small space forced his body close to mine. I held my breath, my heart already racing in my chest as I looked down, eager to see what his dick looked like, but all of a sudden, he slammed me into the wall.

  I gasped, arching my back as his lips suddenly attacked mine. He was rough and vicious as he forced his tongue into my mouth, but I loved it. I was addicted in seconds, my body begging for more. My arms wrapped around him, my fingers tugging at his hair, urging him to continue his sweet assault.

  Already, I could feel his hardening cock pressing against my thigh. I reached down and grabbed it, squeezing it between my fingers until he grunted into the kiss. He pulled away, his eyes burning with desire before he grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head. I looked up at him, but his head was already buried in my chest, his lips hungrily kissing my tits. He took my right nipple between his lips, rolling it around as he looked up at me, his hazel eyes holding me prisoner.

  My heart hammered even harder. My whole body was alive with pleasure as his lips continued to roam all over my chest. Suddenly, I felt his fingers between my legs. He ran them along my slit, slowly teasing me as I bucked my hips, hoping to convince him to pleasure me. There was a grin on his face as he finally pulled away from my chest.

  He stared at me, his fingers flying across my clit, rubbing it furiously. As the friction built up, my whole body squirmed under his touch. I struggled against him, my body shaking with pleasure. His other hand tightened around my wrists and his grin deepened. I knew he wouldn’t let me go until I came all over his fingers.

  Gradually, he forced his middle finger inside of me while his thumb continued to rub small circles around my clit. His slowed down, teasing me until I thought I would go insane. I tried to beg him, but all I could do was moan and gyrate my hips. I was dying for him to go faster, for him to force two, maybe even three of his fingers inside of me. I wanted him to finger-fuck me until I begged him to stop.

  As he continued, he leaned down and kissed my neck, his tongue grazing against my flesh. I shuddered, my pussy quivering. I wanted to cum so bad, but if he continued to edge me on like this, I would surely lose my mind. Suddenly, as he bit down on my neck, he rammed two more fingers inside of me. My juices made it easy for him. I was so wet. It felt like there was a river flowing between my legs as he started to pump his fingers in and out of me, stretching my pussy. He started to hook his fingers to and fro, rubbing against my velvet insides.

  My moans echoed through the bathroom as the steam fogged up everything around us. I spread my legs, my chest heaving to keep up with the excitement. Quin’s fingers were moving so fast. I kept moaning his name and he kept going harder and harder until finally, I couldn’t take it any longer. My mind exploded with pleasure and I was left breathless against the shower wall, my juices dripping down my thighs.

  When I looked up, Quin was gone and my own fingers were deep inside my pussy. It had only been a fantasy…

  ***

  Later that night, I managed to forget about Quin long enough to keep my fingers to myself. Now, I was dressed and ready to go. Putting on my helmet, I got on my bike and headed toward Quin’s address. He lived in the upper part of town, forcing me to drive across the city, but I didn’t mind. The night was crisp and clean. The stars were out, painting the sky in a splatter of twinkling blue lights. The moon hung overhead as a small sliver, winking at the earth.

  Finally, I slowed down. I had reached Quin’s street. Or rather cul-de-sac. I drove around the circle, letting the sounds of my motorcycle echo through the area. All the houses were grand and luxurious, with polished front lawns and large, three-section windows adorned with fancy-looking curtains. The paint on each house was pristine and well-taken care of. The doors were large with ornate knockers as their focal point.

  On my third round, I spotted the numbers 1789 on a large rock in front of a red house. This was it. I pulled into the driveway, parking in front of the three-car garage. Putting down the kickstand, I got off and wondered if I should leave my helmet on my bike or bring it inside. In the end, no matter how nice the community looked, I decided to take it with me. Helmets were expensive and I wasn’t about to let someone to steal mine.

  For a quick second, I leaned down, looking in the small side mirrors to check my hair and makeup. It wasn’t often that I was asked on a date.

  “You look beautiful.” Quin's voice came out of nowhere before his arms wrapped around me, pulling me into a tight embrace. My heart nearly stopped, not with fright, but with the thought that this man had been watching me check myself out. I felt humiliated.

  Chapter 4

  “How long have you been out here?” I asked, quickly pushing him away once my heart jump started.

  “Since I heard your bike. I didn’t want to scare you so I didn’t say anything, but I couldn’t help myself once you took off your helmet.”

  “Well. You scared me.” I admitted, my cheeks turning red.

  “I’m sorry.” He sounded genuine. “It wasn’t my intention.” Slowly, he reached out and rubbed his thumb against the side of my cheek. “You had a little smudge.” He told me. My cheeks reddened even more. It must’ve been grease from the shop. How had I missed that? I felt even more embarrassed. “Shall we go inside?” He asked.

  I nodded, eager to be done with this awkward situation. He took my hand and the moment I felt his palm against my own, my heart rampaged. I held onto it tightly as he guided me inside. Suddenly, I didn’t feel like myself. It was like I was no longer in control of my body, following Quin without consciously thinking about it.

  “I hope you like steak.” He said as we stepped into the kitchen. I was too preoccupied with the sensation running along my arm and into my chest that I barely noticed the large living room furnished with leather sofas and a seventy-inch flat screen. Inside the kitchen, however, I was floored. It was marvelous, to say the
least, equipped with stainless steel appliances and granite countertops that shone brilliantly.

  “How can you afford all of this on a trainer salary?” I asked, my eyes locked on the kitchen island with its light oak wood cabinetry and touchless faucet. “This is amazing.”

  “Maybe I have other sources of income.” He answered mysteriously as he walked over to the oven and opened it up. A plume of steam rolled out, hitting me in the face. I stepped back as he grabbed the handle of a skillet and placed it on the counter. It didn’t even occur to me that he didn’t have oven mitts on.

  “You made steak in the oven?”

  “I like to broil them once they’re cooked.” He explained. “Please. Make yourself comfortable. Would you like a glass of wine?”

  “Red or white?”

  “I have both.”

  “White then. Thanks.” I walked to the table and blushed as I saw it was romantically set for two. There were candles and fancy silverware on the table. A bouquet of flowers placed inside a crystal vase. I couldn’t believe that this man had gone through so much trouble just for a date with me.

  Cautiously, I sat down, afraid that I might ruin the perfect arrangement. Seconds later, Quin appeared with two plates, setting one down in front of me. “I hope you like your steak medium rare.”

  “Yeah. That’s perfect.” I said. The steak was beautiful. It looked tender and crisp. Maybe the secret to making a perfect steak was indeed tossing it in the oven. Complimenting the steak were some fluffy-looking mashed potatoes and peas. I smiled. “This looks really good.”

  “I hope you like it.” Quin grabbed my glass and started to fill it with some Don Perignon. The champagne fizzled as bubbles escaped over the glass’ edge.

  “I thought we were having white wine, not champagne.”

  “Contrary to what most people think, champagne is a type of white wine.” He explained with an air of high class. I blushed at my mistake. “If you’d like, I can open a bottle of chardonnay instead.”

  “Oh no. Please, don’t go through the trouble. This is absolutely fine.”

  “Are you sure? It’d be no trouble at all.” He assured me, but I shook my head. I didn’t want to make him open another bottle just for me.

  “In that case. Let’s eat.” He smiled and sat down on the other side of the table. As he cut into his steak, a puddle of blood gathered at the bottom of his plate. His steak didn’t look medium-rare at all. It just seemed rare. Quickly, I cut into mine and saw that it was cooked to perfection. The outer layer was cooked all the way through and only the middle held a tinge of pink to it.

  “You really like your steak rare, huh?” I asked, cutting my steak into small, bite-size pieces, trying to keep my gestures elegant. Even though we were inside this man’s home, I felt like we were in some fancy restaurant where everyone was judging my actions.

  He nodded but didn’t otherwise answer. He just continued to eat with an obvious, insatiable hunger. He stuffed his mouth, any hint of his earlier high-class vanishing as he shoveled through his meal. It was like he hadn’t seen food in weeks. His teeth chomped down on the meat, tearing it apart. I started to lose my appetite as I watched him.

  Reaching out, I grabbed my glass, about to pick it up when the fine glass shattered under the pressure of my tight grasp. I quickly pulled my hand back. It was already bleeding as the champagne spilled over the tablecloth.

  In an instant, Quin was by my side, his hand tight around my wrist. I looked up at him, my heart racing, feeling the grasp of his fingers. “I’m so sorry –” I was going to continue apologizing when he hoisted me off my chair and yanked me toward his sink. His actions were jerky and rough and I had to stumble to keep up with him.

  “Quin. You’re hurting me!” Still, he didn’t let go.

  Chapter 5

  His eyes were dark as he held my hand under the tap. My blood swirled around the drain before finally disappearing. The water was stinging my wound. “Quin. Let go of me!” I tried to force him to release his grasp on my hand, but his grip was impossibly strong. I was growing desperate. Why was he acting this way? Why wasn’t he saying anything?

  Finally, he looked at me, but it wasn’t the same man who had caused my heart to beat so rapidly at the gym. This wasn’t the man that had ignited a fire between my legs when his strong fingers wrapped around my thigh. I gulped, peering into his now pitch-black eyes, his pupils nonexistent. I was so scared. I couldn’t even move. My veins froze over and my heart slowed down to an impossible rate. I was getting light-headed and feared I would pass out at any moment.

  “I need to take out the pieces of glass.” He finally spoke, but his voice was foreign. Where once it was thick and full of life, now it was hollow and somehow dead. I shuddered, trying to pull away, but his fingers tightened even harder around my slender wrist. Carefully he pulled out small pieces of glass. His actions were quick and precise, like that of an automaton. He no longer seemed like a person.

  “Quin… please, you’re scaring me.”

  His eyes softened for a moment, the flecks of gold returning. Suddenly, he let go of my wrist. “I’m so sorry… I… I didn’t mean to…It’s just… I…” Quin’s voice regained its natural timbre, but even so, it shook as he held his head between his hands. “I can’t believe… I could’ve…” He wasn’t making any sense as he continued to babble.

  “I don’t understand…” Even through my fear, I could sense his anxiety. I reached out and touched him, but he pulled back with such force that it caught me off-guard. A plate on the counter fell to the ground, shattering to pieces.

  “Don’t come near me! I’m only going to hurt you!” His voice was hysterical as he edged away. His eyes were hazel once more, but he continued walking backward.

  “What’s going on?” I asked, finding this all too strange. “I’m really sorry I broke your glass… I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. Please, just tell me why you’re acting this way.” His eyes darted across the room. None of this made any sense. I wanted to know why he was acting this way. I couldn’t accept that he was just another crazy guy that had fallen for me. I stepped forward and touched his hand.

  He looked at me, his eyes wide and doe-like. “Quin. Please. Talk to me.” I pleaded. Inside my chest, my heart ached to see him this way. Even though I had not spent a lot of time with this man, deep down, I knew I had already developed feelings for him. And even deeper, I could feel my attraction for him growing with every minute I lingered in his presence. There was just something about him that drove me wild. Was it his soft, soul-searching eyes, or was it the musculature of his body? Or maybe even that earthy laugh of his. I didn’t know and frankly, I didn’t care. In my mind, I was still hoping for this night to end well and I wasn’t going to let that fantasy die just yet.

  “Get away from me!” He yelled, jumping back until he cornered himself.

  I stopped and frowned. Maybe he didn’t feel the same way. The thought made my heart ache like someone was slowly pressing a hot poker through my chest. I looked down, my eyes welling up with tears. I had been so optimistic that this man would be different, that he wouldn’t be like all the rest, but now, I realized I was wrong. He would break my heart just like everyone else.

  I was about to turn around and leave when he reached out and grabbed my wrist. Suddenly, he pulled me into his body. His arms wrapped around me, locking me against him. My breath caught in my throat as I looked at him. I saw the newfound lust in his eyes for a flickering moment before our lips smashed together in an earth-shattering kiss.

  His lips were rough and demanding as they danced against mine. I could feel my heartbeat quickening as his tongue forced its way into my mouth. My tongue avoided his at first before they tangled together, caressing one another until our breathing became ragged. Still, he continued to kiss me, harder and harder, until I thought my lips would bruise.

  Under my skin, instincts started to kick in. I pushed my body against his, naturally pressing my hips against his crotch. Alr
eady, there was a raging hard-on in his pants. I continued to grind against it, feeling my own arousal awaken inside of me.

  My nails dug into the back of his neck as I got on my tippy toes, struggling to reach his lips. His arms tightened around me, threatening to keep me forever trapped against his body. Suddenly, he grabbed my ass in both hands. His fingers dug into my skin as he kneaded my flesh. I moaned, wiggling my ass. He pulled back his hand and smacked my left cheek, hard. I gasped, jumping up in surprise. He took the opportunity to hoist me up and drape my legs around his waist. My ankles hooked behind him. I could tell that I was already soaking wet for him and things were only starting to get fired up.

  Finally, he broke away from our kiss, a blazing gaze in his eyes. The golden specks had turned into embers as he smirked down at me. “You have no idea what you’ve started.” His grin deepened before he reached down, kissing my neck. He left behind love bites, nearly breaking through the skin before he pulled away, flashing me a smile. Only this time, instead of a row of uniform white squares, there were two large canines that stared back at me.