by Keith, Megan
“No. Allow me.” She felt him drop to his knees, or perhaps he was squatting, she couldn’t be sure. All she knew was he was down in front of her. He placed a firm hand on one thigh as he tapped the calf of her other leg. “Lift,” he commanded. “The shoes stay on.”
Mackenzie could hear the desire in his voice, she could feel how much he appreciated her obedience but at the same time she couldn’t help but feel a little cheeky when she muttered “kinky” under her breath.
It was the wrong thing to do. A split second later he was again standing in front of her, her skirt successfully removed, his fingers tangling in her hair and tugging her forward forcefully.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet sweetheart,” he whispered harshly in her ear. “We’re about to redefine your definition of kinky.”
Mackenzie yelped softly when he forcefully pushed her back from his face with a tug of her hair. Her reaction to his strength and demeanour surprised her. Instead of feeling vulnerable, scared, she felt triumphant, like she’d just had the reaction he’d been waiting for. It confused her at first, but then she felt the familiar tingling between her legs and realised that she was turned on even more. The forcefulness and his words had only fuelled her desire toward him. She wanted to beg for him to take her, right here, right now. But she didn’t, because she also wanted to please him and she knew it was not her time to speak. She stood silently waiting for his next move, unable to hide the small smile playing on her lips. She had been satisfied with his response and highly anticipated his next move.
She felt him standing in front of her. Felt his eyes wandering her body, inspecting it and it made her want to reach out and touch him. She wanted to unbutton his shirt and feel his bare chest. She lifted her hands towards him and he spoke.
“Take off my tie.”
She fumbled her way to his collar and felt the knot of his tie. Blindly she undid it and pulled it free. She was about to drop it to the floor when he grabbed hold of her wrist and then took it from her. With her hands still free she moved to find the buttons on his shirt but again he stopped her.
“Put your hands behind your back,” he instructed and her hands paused mid-air.
Again Mackenzie grinned at the man she couldn’t see standing in front of her. She moved her hands behind her and crossed them at the wrists, just above her panty line. She felt him shift to behind her. He swiftly tied her hands together with what she knew must have been his dark blue tie, she could feel the silky smoothness of it.
Heat pooled in her belly as she imagined what he was seeing. She was wearing white lacy panties with a matching white lacy bra. Her dark stockings clipped to black garters. She knew the material over her eyes was black that would perfectly match her dark, almost black hair. She could imagine the way his dark blue tie was knotted over her wrists, the way that having her hands secured behind her must have been making her chest project forward, how her erect nipples must be noticeable to him. She imagined the handsome and delectable man behind her in his form fitting black suit pants and white business shirt, no tie. The vision she formed of the two of them in her head only heightened her arousal further.
“Now struggle.”
For a moment she thought about his words trying to figure out what he meant.
“Move your hands as if you want to get away,” he clarified.
She tugged her hands and found that her wrists were bound so completely she could barely even move the tops of her arms due to the tightness of it. She felt him move away from her. She wriggled until her arms began to hurt. She could no longer feel his presence in the room at all, and it made her feel panicked. It started to unravel her earlier confidence. Here she was standing god knows where, tied up and on display. For all she knew she was now completely alone. For all she knew, she was standing in front of a window and on display for the whole city.
She continued to struggle for maybe a minute to no avail. There was no use she knew, and she also knew that he knew that. She wondered where he was.
Is he watching me?
“Sir?” she said, barely above a whisper.
Nothing but silence. Is he even in the room?
“Sir?” she spoke a little louder a moment later.
“No talking.” His voice was harsh and loud and it made her jump slightly, the closeness of it was unexpected.
How can he move so silently? How can I not feel him near when I am usually so aware of his presence at the bar?
Because he will only allow you to feel what he wants to you to. She answered her own internal dialogue. She knew it was all about power. That she had come to his home, or wherever they were, to give him that power, but she also knew she held some too. Unaware of how she came to that realisation she decided to test her theory.
“Sir, please just fuck me already!”
The painful and hard slap across her cheek was her answer. It stung. Bad. It caused her to stumble backwards a little. It took her by surprise, but it didn’t deter her any. It made her feel braver.
“I thought you said you wouldn’t hit me unless I asked for it.”
“Your insolence was you asking for it,” he spoke harshly.
“Is that all you’ve got?” she taunted, wishing she could use her hands to put some pressure on her sore cheek.
Another slap came, this one slightly harder. She felt angered and determined after that one. She began struggling against her restraints more. Thrashing about and almost falling from her high heels. Strong arms wound around her, catching her from behind. She reared her head back against his shoulder with a firm thud. She felt his arms constrict more around her torso and her instinct to struggle kicked up a notch.
“That’s it gorgeous, fight me,” his low voice came whisper close to her ear, the warmth of his breath, making her pause. “I like to watch you struggle.”
She stopped thrashing about with the realisation that despite just being slapped twice, and being totally out of her comfort zone, the heat in his voice only furthered her desire for him. The fact that she hadn’t noticed until that point that he was no longer wearing a shirt also surprised her and strengthened her desire. He was leaning his hard muscled bare chest against her back and she couldn’t fight the urge to wriggle her unhindered fingers against him. She thought she felt his hard cock through his trousers with the flick of her hands but she couldn’t be sure as the contact was brief and he pulled back from her immediately.
“No. My rules,” he said shoving his body from hers. “Now get down on your knees.”
As Mackenzie made her way to her knees she felt the wetness of her panties press against her folds, she hadn’t realised just how drenched they were until that moment. This man was making her feel wild with desire. Resting her ass against her heels and her hands on top, her breath come out raggedly with anticipation of what was to come next. He came to stand before her.
“Open your mouth.”
She licked her lips and then did as she was told. She expected to hear his zipper next, to feel his cock enter her mouth but instead his finger did. Her natural instinct to suck kicked in and she heard a small groan come from the man in front of her. She swirled her tongue around the tip of what she guessed was his index finger and then bit down gently before sucking it once more.
Soon after his finger left her mouth, something cold and hard was placed there. It was smooth and had a metallic taste causing her to pause.
“Suck it,” he said with a gravelly voice that reverberated through her body. She immediately obeyed, pulling the metal object further into her mouth. “Good girl.” He moved behind her body. “Now lean forward.”
Mackenzie struggled to obey that command, not getting the position to his liking straight away. He sighed and placed one hand on her hip, and the other at her nape, bending her forward and manoeuvring her into a satisfactory position. It was hard for her to keep her balance with her hands tied behind her back and her body leaning forward, balancing on her knees. She could feel the floor nearing her face and wondered
if she might face plant at any moment.
Finally his hands were on her though and she shivered with delight as he ran a finger along her spine, down the crack of her ass and then he stroked her pussy. Nudging the wet material sideways he ran the tip of his finger lightly down her folds. It wasn’t enough and Mackenzie couldn’t help but bear down on his hand, wanting to feel more.
“Uh-uh,” he scolded removing his hand completely. Tugging her head back by her long pony tail he brought his mouth to her ear. “Not yet.”
His tongue flicked out and ran along the shell of her ear causing goose bumps to spread across her body and even more desire to pool in her groin. He moved his hot mouth from her ear, down the side of her neck and then releasing her hair to the side he began gliding his tongue along her spine. It was hot and wet and positively divine as he darted it in and out of his mouth, keeping it moist as it trailed along her body.
When he reached her ass he surprised her by biting her cheek, hard. That’s going to leave a mark. The thought placed a smug smile on her face, it thrilled her. Like he had branded her as his. Then once again his hand was between her legs. He stroked once and then shoved his finger inside her with one hard thrust. She groaned.
“Hmm, so wet for me. I knew you would be,” he murmured reverentially. The feel of his finger coupled with the hum of his voice almost pushed Mackenzie over the edge right away. And the quick removal of said finger had her flexing backwards and arching her back hungrily towards him. “Stay still,” he insisted and she immediately stilled.
His finger, now coated in her juices slid from her pussy and he slowly inserted it into her anus. She had never tried anal play, she had been curious but she had not found a willing participant until this point. It felt foreign yet pleasant. She was that aroused that it slid in with ease. With his finger still buried inside her he leant forward, his bare back covering hers.
With his chin resting on her shoulder he wriggled the finger inside her, pushing on her front wall. Mackenzie moaned at the feel of it.
“You like that?” She nodded her head, his free hand withdrew the metal object from her mouth. “Pardon?”
“Yes sir.” She moaned again as he bit her shoulder.
Then he removed all contact. Leaving her feeling empty. A moment later, greedy hands grabbed at her panties and forcefully tugged them down around her thighs. His fingers spread her cheeks wide and he inserted a wet and slightly warm item that she could only presume was the object from her mouth. It slid in easily. It was slightly wider than his finger and it made her feel full.
Then she felt him stand beside her. Grabbing her by her hair once again he commanded, “Stand.” In doing so, Mackenzie felt the object inside her ass shift slightly and a strange, overpowering sensation rocked through her, causing her to stumble at the feeling. Holding her hair firmly in one hand and pushing her gently on her shoulder with the other, Sir guided Mackenzie until her knees met soft material. Having nowhere to go when he continued to push her forward, she found herself bending at the hip once more.
“Do you have any idea how long I have wanted to have you in this position?” he asked as her cheek found a soft but slightly cool surface. It smelled like leather. She shook her head slightly and she felt his fingers flex in her hair as he tightened his hold, as if preparing to yank it.
“No Sir,” she breathed out, more aroused than she had ever felt in her life. He has fantasized about this moment? With me?
“Since the first time I saw you,” he murmured, answering her thoughts then leaning down to kiss her in the centre of her back.
Oh how she loved the feel of his lips on her, she just wish he would push his tongue into her mouth, that’s what she wanted most. A kiss on the lips from this handsome, sexy, kinky and mysterious man with no name. She had imagined it so many times since she first saw him. Though this is not the way she pictured them being together, not at all, she still couldn’t help but think about how perfect it was. How she felt turned on in a way she never thought possible and how she didn’t want it to end. She felt at home with his hands on her, his body at her back, and being under his command.
He placed a couple more kisses on her back, it was so tender and warm and out of place with his commanding nature. And then as if he was catching himself and realising where he was and what he had planned for her, he suddenly stood straight and with one hand still tangled in her hair he gave her an almighty slap across the ass with the other. The sound resonated through the room and the back of Mackenzie’s eyes stung with unshed tears behind her blindfold. She remained quiet and still, shocked. Then another, just as hard and loud. With the third she cried out in pain.
His hand rubbed her soothingly for a moment before again slapping her with three quick consecutive slaps of even power. She felt the object in her ass move marginally and she cried out with the pleasure it caused. She was on the edge of orgasm and when the next slap hit, he let go of her hair. His hand came between her legs putting pressure on her clit as he tugged the item free from her ass, causing a massive explosion. An orgasm ripped through her. It was different to anything she had felt before, powerful, it made her lightheaded and she squeezed her eyes shut under her blindfold as her body shuddered with pleasure.
She felt limp and shaky and whatever she had her body slumped against was propping her up, without it she knew she would surely fall. Sir silently, and with what seemed like no effort at all, hoisted her up into his arms. The feel of his naked torso against her side felt wonderful and had her wishing she no longer wore the blindfold. She wanted to see him.
He placed her on her side on what felt like a bed. She pulled her knees up slightly and let out a contented sigh. She felt tired and that was just from one major orgasm. She knew that he had more in store for her so she soaked up her moment’s rest, preparing herself for what was to come, even though she had no idea what that it would be.
A loud noise startled her and she jumped. It sounded like a man in pain and someone beating him. For a moment she was frightened and wondering who else was in the room, but then the beat of a drum took over. It was persistent and familiar, and it only took her a little while to recognise it was music. It was coming from a stereo and she recognised the tune. “Mr. Self Destruct” by Nine Inch Nails blared through speakers, the music seeming to come from every direction. It engulfed her. It mesmerized her. She had always liked this song. She found it dirty and sexy but never more than she did at this moment - bound and blindfolded in a strange man’s bed, her bra still in place but her panties tight around her thighs leaving her bare.
It was with relief that she felt him undoing the tie that had held her hands behind her all this time. She flexed her fingers and bent her wrists, flinging out the dull ache in her hands. She rolled onto her back and stretched out her body and that’s when he again captured her. She could feel the weight of him hovering over her body but without the pressure and feel that she really wanted, without the touch she craved. She wriggled and writhed trying to find some sort of contact, some part of his body. But without being able to see, and with him holding tightly onto her wrists she was unable to reach him.
“Please.” She became frustrated and impatient and begged, “Please, give yourself to me.”
“No talking.”
He let go of her wrist with one hand and slapped her face. Her instinct to fight kicked in and she took advantage of her free hand, flinging it through the air. She made contact but with which part of his body she couldn’t be sure, all she knew was she felt skin. He grabbed hold of her hand easily enough and held it high above her head, fiercely against the mattress. At that moment she hated that he had the advantage of vision, because more than anything she wanted the fight. She began pushing her legs upwards bending her knees towards him but whatever he was doing he managed to evade her. She couldn’t place exactly where he was only that he had hold of her wrists and then he didn’t, she felt cool metal around first one and then the other. She knew they were handcuffs, it was the second
time she had used those and the feeling was familiar. She pulled her hands and the metal cut into her painfully.
Then it came to a quieter part of the song and his mouth was at her ear.
“Struggle all you like, you’re not going anywhere,” he whispered.
She grunted her anger towards him, turning her head in his direction and she heard him chuckle loudly as he pulled away. It was then, at the sound of his magical laugh, she knew she didn’t want to be anywhere else. She felt like home. He felt like her home. Like he was the one thing she had been missing.
How strange is that?
It didn’t stop her from fighting him though. She liked the sound of his laugh and it was with mixed emotion that she heaved her chest upwards hoping to hit him in some way. She wanted to provoke more laughter and she wanted to have that skin on skin contact with him more than anything right then, but he continued to evade her. She heard Trent Reznor sing “I am the needle in the vein” and she realised the significance of his song choice. She felt like she needed him, like he was her drug and she needed a hit. It overwhelmed her to feel so strongly.
She felt him gently lift her foot, removing her shoe and then the same on the other foot. She was tempted to kick but she didn’t want to damage his beautiful face by being reckless. She stopped struggling. I need him. Then he slowly and torturously slid his hands up her legs, reaching her panties and dragging them down, pulling her garters and stockings off with them. His hands smoothing over her feet with a surprising gentleness.
She felt uncomfortable in the confines of her bra, the only item of clothing she still had on, and as if reading her mind his hands made their way to her breasts. She was instantly relieved when he flicked the clasp open swiftly, her breasts spilling out. She was so glad she had worn an easily accessible front opening, strapless bra today. She lifted her back slightly so he could pull the material away from her body. She was now completely naked and laid bare for him. Only the blindfold and the handcuffs remained.