I moaned through the gag. His hands were a dream, just as I remembered from the first night.
Xander yanked on my ponytail. Hard. I let out a shout, half from the unexpected, the other half from pain. With one hand on my hair and the other around my neck, he twisted my head around. I looked up into his eyes, which were no doubt screaming with a mix of passion and fear.
He pulled me toward his lips and gave me a passionate smooch through the gag. Then with great strength, he turned me around and lifted me up. He tossed me over his shoulder. It took my breath away and I let out a playful shriek.
Xander carried me down the hall to the bedroom. He opened the door with a solid kick. When we reached the bed, he threw me down on it like a doll. My body hit the soft bedding and I turned to look at him for further instruction. He slid open the top drawer of his bedside table and pulled out a single pair of handcuffs, silver and shiny.
“Hands above your head, Roberta,” he said.
I nodded and did as Roberta was told.
“Get up on your knees,” he said. “Turn around and face the headboard. ”
Again, I showed no resistance and moved around. I pulled my legs up beneath me and balanced on my knees. He came around and clicked one cuff into place around my wrist then moved my arms forward. I grasped the hard wood of the headboard as he fastened my other wrist and locked me to it. I wiggled my wrists to hear the clinging sound then held on tight to steady myself.
I must have been quite the sight, lying bent over on my knees in a maid’s uniform with my hands cuffed to the headboard and a gag in my mouth. I craned my neck to look at Xander. As I expected, he admired the sight and stared at me like an artist studies his subject before committing paint to canvas.
Xander unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor. My eyes fell to his massive bulge. His cock stood hard and poked at his briefs. He unbuttoned his shirt but kept it on, his flat abs exposed. I gripped the headboard tighter and looked straight ahead as my pussy throbbed in anticipation.
“Are you nervous, Roberta?” he asked. He came up behind me and caressed my bare ass. “You’re trembling.”
I looked back at him again and sent a seductive glare. We met in eye contact for a moment and then he smacked my ass. Hard.
My whole body shook and I yelped in surprise.
“Look forward,” he said. “Don’t turn around unless I tell you to.”
I faced the headboard. His hands were all over me. With every touch, my skin buzzed and twitched. He leaned in closer until his hard shaft pressed against my ass, separated by the thin fabric of his briefs.
Xander bent over and kissed my back as he moved his hands around to my tingling breasts. I moaned through my gag. My heart raced as my body heat rose. I closed my eyes and breathed slowly to keep focused. Another hard spank brought me out of my trance.
Soon, he slid the briefs off and freed his member. It rubbed against my dripping slit, as it if had a mind all its own. He slapped me again and I squealed. I jerked my head back and looked at the ceiling.
“Do you want it, Roberta?” he asked and rubbed my sweet ass.
“Mmm hmm,” I moaned.
He spanked me even harder with dissatisfaction. “What was that?”
“Mmm hmmm,” I moaned louder.
A harder spank.
“Yes!” I exclaimed with a muffled shout.
Xander took hold of his cock and slid it deep inside my snatch. The pleasure shot through my body and all my blood rushed to my quivering clit. My head fell down and I squeezed the bed frame tighter to pull myself up.
His thrusts came slow, with passion and purpose. He didn’t just want me to feel him. He wanted me to experience him.
I squeezed my inner strength around his hard rod. As he slid out and back in, I heard the slightest of moans escape his lips and his grip on my ass tightened. I smiled through my gag, happy to please him.
He pounded me a little faster and I worked my muscles with him. My honeypot was dripping with pleasure and I moaned for him to thrust me harder.
Xander grabbed my ponytail and pulled back. I howled at the ceiling as the pain sent shivers through all my limbs. He held onto my hair and ravaged me. The force of him pushed me forward into the bars of the head board. I leaned into it and moaned loudly and without restraint. I moved my hips round and round on his massive member until my body reached climax. My juices flowed onto his cock and down my thighs to the soft bedsheets.
Xander pulled out and dropped to his knees. He ate my ass with great enthusiasm, lapping up my juices like a blood thirsty creature. I bit my lip to keep my screaming to a minimum, but I could do nothing about the spasms that shook my body. His tongue massaged my anus and I quivered for him. He slid a finger deep inside me. I moaned more and more as he moved it just right on my inner walls. The combination of finger and tongue was enough to force my desire to double back and ascend a second climb.
Xander never let up and offered my body no rest. As he felt my inner muscles squeeze and flex from another orgasm, he stood up and slipped his hard cock back inside and pounded away at me.
The pleasure was intoxicating and for a moment, I lost all track of who and where I was. If Xander’s hands weren’t on my body to hold me up, I would have collapsed in the heat.
A hard slap on my tight ass brought me back. Xander moved off the bed and abandoned my rear. He walked over to me and untied my gag.
“Would you like a taste, Roberta?”
I nodded without hesitation and opened my lips to him. He moved in closer and laid his pulsating cock on my tongue. I sucked it hard and fast. His sweet juices covered my tongue and I lapped for more. He squeezed my hair again, urging me more and more until I had him groaning for release. He gripped his cock and pulled out of my mouth.
“Stick out your tongue,” he said.
I kept my mouth open wide and presented my sparkling tongue. He stroked himself and kept his aim steady. The warm stream hit my tongue and I tilted my head back to catch it. His juices dropped down my throat. I swallowed every drop and licked him clean like a good maid.
Like a flip of a switch, he was a different character. Xander cracked a smiled, all the lust and passion had disappeared from his eyes. It was back to business.
“Good,” he said. He pulled open the drawer to the bedside table and took out the shiny silver handcuff key. I presented my wrists and he freed me from my confinement.
He said nothing else and marched from the room half naked. While a part of me was hurt by his sudden coldness, I was beginning to realize that this was not Xander being rude. This was just Xander being Xander.
I hopped up and made my way to the bathroom to clean up and change back into my clothes. Afterward, I followed the sound of clacking keys down the hall to Xander’s office.
He wore a bathrobe made of silk. The monitor’s glow filled his face in the dark and I admired his face, still handsome in the hard light.
I stopped and stared, unable to turn away.
“The car is available for you,” he said without taking his eyes off the screen.
“Thank you,” I said and stepped further into the office. “What are you writing?”
“The seduction of Roberta.”
“Your inspiration comes quick,” I said.
“When I’m inspired, yes,” he answered and continued clacking away at the keys.
I smiled and felt proud. “I’m happy to help.”
Xander let out a hum sound as a response.
“Can I read it?”
With a sudden jerk of his hand, Xander reached up and closed the laptop hard. He looked up at me with wide and big, almost scary, eyes.
“Marnie, I never want you to read anything I’ve written, especially since our agreement. Do you understand?”
I pulled back and expelled an awkward chuckle. “Why not?”
“I don’t want these words to influence you, or us. These sessions must remain genuine,” he said.
“All right.”
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“I can add it to our contract, if need.”
“No, I get it,” I said. “I won’t read anything by you… JR Bone.”
“I’m publishing under a new name,” he said.
“Really?”
“Yes. If I’m going to reinvent myself, it seemed only natural I’d take on a new pseudonym.”
“And you won’t tell me the name?” I asked.
“Goodnight, Marnie,” Xander said as he lifted the laptop open.
“I’ll see myself out,” I said with a smile. I gathered my things and listened to the rhythmic tapping of keys as Xander worked.
I went home to my dorm and collapsed onto my bed. My limbs tingled and ached, locked between pleasure and exhaustion. I was about to drift off to sleep when I heard the sudden sounds of the door unlocking. It startled me back into consciousness, but I could not bring myself to sit up.
“Where the hell have you been the last few days?”
My roommate, Sally, tossed her bag onto the bed and kicked the door closed behind her.
“Working,” I said without opening my eyes.
“Fuck, you found a job? I was kinda hoping to finish out the year with a private room,” Sally quipped.
“Fuck you, too,” I said back.
“Calm down, I was just messing.”
I don’t remember if she kept talking because after that, I fell back asleep. When I awoke, it was the dead of night. A hot sweat had soaked through my clothing. Images of Xander lingered behind my eyelids. I got up and splashed cold water on my face before climbing back into my face before climbing back into my bed, warm and naked.
I didn’t hear from him for three days.
By the second day, I was on the edge of freaking out. Something in me was causing some serious doubt. Had I done something to turn him off? Had I repulsed him? I replayed the night piece-by-piece on an endless loop, trying to figure out where I had gone wrong. But nothing stood out.
I sat in my psychology class, losing a fruitless battle to stay awake. The professor droned on about various types of fugue when my phone vibrated against my thigh. I almost leapt from my desk in surprise. The over-achieving blonde girl and her brunette sidekick a few seats down shot me death stares before looking back at their notebooks to furiously scribble down every word the professor spewed off.
I looked at my phone and my pussy jolted, sending tingles through my body. It was him.
The phone buzzed again. He was finally calling, but I couldn’t answer it here. My mind exploded with rapid thoughts. If I grabbed my things now, could I make it to the hall in time to answer? Should I wait until after class? If I did, would Xander be angry?
The buzzing stopped.
<1 Missed Call>
I exhaled, crushed that the decision was made for me. My hands trembled around the phone and I became hyper-aware of the moisture that accumulated between my thighs.
I let out a sigh and tucked the phone back into my pocket. I resolved to call him back after class.
But then it vibrated again.
I grinned, and wondered of the possibilities. Another text shook my hand.
Freud and fugue would have to wait. I grabbed my bag and jumped from my seat. In my hurry, I lost my footing and tripped on the over-achiever’s backpack. I caught myself on the occupied desk next to it, but had already caused disruption. The professor went silent. Seventy pairs of eyes bore down on me and my skin turned red. The girls giggled and rolled their eyes.
“Sorry... Sorry,” I mumbled to anyone that could hear and strode fast toward the exit.
The mixture of adrenaline and anticipation sent shock waves throughout my body. I was about to hop onto the next bus toward Jaxx Tower, but then I remembered what Xander requested. Boots and black stockings.
I didn’t own either.
I ran back to my dorm room to find something, anything, that could do. But I was not a fashionable girl. Panic began to set in until I looked across the room at Sally’s closet.
Sally was my exact opposite. She was outgoing, fierce, and liked to party. I knew she was bound to have something Xander would find suitable. The clock read 1:35. Sally would be in classes until 5:00. That should be enough time to go to Xander’s, come home, and put everything back before she’d notice.
I whipped through her closet and found just what I needed in no time at all. Knee-high boots in an assortment of colors. A shoe box full of stockings. Short, tight dresses. I thought of Xander and which would drive him up the wall the most.
I picked out a sapphire blue dress and threw it on. Luckily, Sally and I were about the same size. Although my hips were wider and filled it out a little too tightly for my tastes. But beggars couldn’t be choosers. And I was in a hurry. Black stockings and boots completed the outfit. After a quick quality check in the mirror, I was out the door and caught the first bus toward Jaxx Tower.
***
“It’s about time,” Xander snapped as I entered the penthouse.
“I was in class,” I explained. “And I had to—”
“Quiet, quiet, it doesn’t matter,” he said. “Bend over the arm of the couch.”
I tossed my things down near the door and walked to the couch. Almost immediately, my body heat rose with anticipation. “Like this?” I asked as I bent down and spread my legs.
“Shh—” he silenced me once more and followed me to the couch. Goosebumps covered my skin as his fingers gripped my thighs and pushed me forward over the arm. I braced my legs to support the new pose and rested my arms against the cushions.
“Good outfit,” he said. “This will work.”
“Thank you,” I said, hoping he would not shush me again. I had become used to his eccentric tendencies at this point, but I still felt I deserved to be more than a pawn in his creative process.
“But not the dress,” he said. His fingers traced up the spine of my dress. I heard the gentle buzz of the zipper behind my head as Xander pulled it free. The fabric fell loosely about my shoulders, revealing my black bra. “I have something better.” His warm breath embraced my skin. I sighed and submitted myself to his hands.
He pulled my dress down over my hips and let it drop to the floor. I raised my ankles and kicked it aside. Xander gave my ass a firm squeeze before turning around and heading toward the bedroom. My body tingled and I felt the first twinge of desire deep within me.
The cold air around me sent shivers through my half-naked body. I stood up from the sofa’s arm and strode around to move my limbs and to get juices flowing. My boots clicked against the floor and I became aware of all my movements. I felt fierce, confident, and sexy. My inner temptress was awakened and I wanted her to take me over.
Xander returned from down the hall. He held an outfit, but I couldn’t make out what it was until he entered the light. It was a corset, beautiful and detailed, deep blue in color.
“Put this on, please,” he requested. I raised it up high to get a good look at it. I smiled, feeling the pleasure rise for my inner temptress.
I fit it around my abdomen and held it in place. “Will you tie me off?” I asked as I shot Xander a sultry gaze.
He said nothing, but stepped behind me. I took a deep breath as he pulled the laces tight and the corset squeezed together around me. In no time at all, he had me strapped in.
“You’ve done this before,” I said.
“Perhaps,” he smiled. “Back on the sofa, please.”
I felt a resistance swell within me, but I did what was requested of me. The corset held me tight, but did not hinder my movement. I looked down at myself as I stepped back to the sofa. My body was unrecognizable to me, but this fact empowered me even more. If I was not myself, then I could be somebody different. If only for one night. With the atmosphere Xander had created for our sessions, I could do so without consequence.
And m
y temptress was eager to test this theory.
I leaned down and rested over the arm, gripping the cushions. My knees trembled as desire flowed through my limbs.
“This seems a little kinky for shy little Roberta,” I said.
“Roberta is done. I’m working on something new,” he said, his hands running down my arms and resting against my waist.
“Oh? Who am I today?”
He leaned in close to my ears. “You’re you,” he said. With a quick jerk of his wrist, he pulled my face toward his and locked his lips with mine.
The heat overcame me and I lost all control, giving in to the desires of my temptress.
I reached back and gripped his neck as our tongues lapped and probed each other’s mouths. Xander’s fingers tightened around my cheeks. My jaw ached at the angle he held me, but I hardly noticed in the pleasure of the moment. I jerked my face away and spun around to meet his eyes. He reached for my hips and I slid back onto the sofa’s arm. He came in closer. I locked us together, my legs embracing him to me. For a moment, we paused. We took in each other’s sight, sounds, scents, and sex. I don’t remember which of us broke first, but the next thing I knew, we were at each other hard. His bulge pressed against me and I moved my hips in a rhythmic grind against him.
Xander groaned. His passions emerged and he grabbed my hair. He yanked back, hard, pulling my head to the side to expose my bare neck. I moaned in pleasure and screamed in pain. His lips against my neck was the ultimate medicine. He sucked and nibbled at me until I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed his face and stole kisses for myself.
I became light-headed and darkness clouded my vision. My instincts wanted me to slow down, to breathe, but my temptress would not allow it. With a fierce power I did not know I possessed, I moved from the sofa and led him onto the cushions. I pushed him down and straddled his groin. His eyes were wide as silver dollars, full of excitement and surprise. I wondered for a moment if he approved, but in the end, my temptress did not care and thought of nothing but fulfilling her own desires.
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