Sex,Lies, and Bondage Tape

by Saskia Walker

  He murmured something unintelligible, pulled the key card from his back pocket, and held it over the slot. He paused. "I want you to know that I don't usually do this."

  That tickled her. He might be the big, tough man, the world-traveled roadie, but he seemed to be a bit of an old-fashioned sort too. She reached for the card key, taking it from him and tapping the end of his nose with it. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle with you." She waggled her eyebrows.

  "You cheeky madam." His eyes flashed at her, his handsome mouth breaking into a wide grin. He snatched the key card back and swiped it decisively.

  The door clicked open, and she turned into the room, laughing, willing him to chase her.

  The room was small, functional, and dimly lit by a lamp on the bedside table. A big bottle stood next to the lamp, dressed up in a bow. Someone had sent him champagne. Clayton, she guessed. She got maybe five feet away when he grabbed her from behind, his hands on her hips, thumbs looping over the waistband on her hipsters.

  "I thought we agreed you deserve to be punished?"

  She wriggled in his hold.

  He loosed one hand and smacked her across her right buttock.

  She yelped. Even through the leather of her hipsters the smack shot into her, melting her to the spot. Her pulse raced, a heady mixture of rampant lust and the will to challenge him taking hold of her. She broke free and dived at the bed.

  She made it onto the surface of the bed and was on her hands and knees scrabbling over it, laughing, when he snatched at one of her ankles. Pulling her knees from under her, he had her flat on the bed. Climbing over her, he captured her between his knees. He pushed his hands around her waist to reach for her zipper.

  Realizing his intention was to keep her pinned down while he stripped her, she wriggled and jabbed with her elbows, making the task as difficult as possible. He's going for the pants. It sent a thrill through her, but she wasn't going down easily.

  "Like it rough do you, Kelly?"

  Oh yes, she thought. He'd said that back at the concert, too, and somewhere deep inside she knew she wanted that, and wanted it badly. She growled back at him, answering in actions, flashing her eyes as she glanced over her shoulder at him.

  He loomed over her, his face in shadow as he wrenched the hipsters down, taking her G-string with them. She clenched her thighs together when she felt her bottom being bared. He bent down and bit her right buttock, marking her skin. The sharp, sudden sensation winded her and she flattened against the bed, her limbs growing momentarily limp. He took advantage of the situation and dragged the pants down the length of her legs.

  "You have the most spectacular arse," he commented. "I'm going to enjoy spanking it. I want to see it marked with the imprint of my hand."

  She moaned, pushing her face into the bed covers. Her sex was on fire at the thought of his hands on her, forcing her to take it.

  The sound of her moan seemed to fuel him, because he moved faster, lifting her torso bodily from the bed and then letting her drop down when he'd untied her top and dropped it to the floor. He moved down to her feet. Lifting one foot, he untied the laces on her Doc Martens, prized off one boot and sock, then the other. Tugging her pants and underwear down and off, he had her naked and facedown on the bed within seconds of them entering the room.

  So much for putting up a fight. She chuckled, rising to her knees.

  He sat down heavily beside her and snatched her into his arms, hauling her over his thighs.

  "No," she cried. Humiliation flashed through her.

  "Oh, yes." Planting his legs wide to support her, he draped her over them, with her breasts hanging over one leg, her bottom angled up on the other. He stroked the surface of her right buttock with his large, warm palm, moving in a circular motion, and then clutched the cheek in his hand, before moving away.

  Smack. Raw pain seared her bare skin. He really meant it. She hadn't been expecting this. A playful spank when he'd given chase, yes, but this was something else.

  "Tell me if it's too much, I'll forgive you if you can't take it," he said, chuckling.

  She couldn't withhold a whimper. He'd given her an out, a safety zone, but she bit her lip, unwilling to admit defeat so early on.

  He moved his attention to the other buttock, ignoring her whimper. He had one hand against her back, holding her in place over his lap. The other was now working her other buttock up for that first smack.

  The waiting was unbearable, and then she noticed the shadows moving on the floor, elongated, and yet clearly delineating the movement of her prone body. The light was behind her. Fuck. He'd got her on the side of the bed where the lamp stood—he'd be able to see everything from the light thrown onto her splayed bottom. Her sex squeezed tight in response to that realization, and she felt moisture trickle down her labia, maddening her.

  The second spank came, and then he moved his attention back to the first, smacking it several times in quick succession before going back to the second buttock and repeating.

  Pain shot through her, but by the third time something else was moving through her veins, too—a crazed, euphoric feeling. Pleasure was fast becoming bound up with the pain, a strange, growing force taking her over like some sort of drug. Her entire midsection was hot too, painfully hot and aroused, his actions pushing her further into a state of frenzy with every passing second.

  His hand moved again, but instead of repeating the pattern, he plunged it in between her thighs, clutching her exposed pussy.

  It was so unexpected that she cried out with surprise, her entire body jerking up in response.

  ""You have the most gorgeous derriere," he said, thrusting his thumb into her hole, while he worked his forefinger against her clit. "And your pussy looks delicious, so wet, you naughty girl."

  Her head nearly blew off when he moved his knuckle back and forth over her clit in time with his thumb inside her. Humiliation, pain and pleasure were strange bedfellows, but Kelly was assailed with all three, and she was enjoying every moment of it. She moaned and thrashed, saliva gathering in her mouth. She could hear the slurp of her wet pussy as he worked into it with his thumb. He'd got total control of her. Just as she'd been powerless over his shoulder back at the concert, he had her over his knee and was doing exactly what she had wished for back then, he was taking her, using her, filling her. And it was good.

  Her fingernails scraped the carpet, clutching, feeble and powerless as he worked his thumb into her. "Oh that is so good," she blurted.

  "You like that, huh?"

  "Yes," she said, pushing her bottom back, easing her pussy into a better angle on his hand. She wasn't aware of anything outside of the drive for fulfillment. "Feels so good, I'm on fire." She bucked her hips, when she felt his thumb rubbing against the front wall of her sex. "You're going to make me come."

  "Oh, yes, several times, in fact." He moved his hand, riding it in and out of her pussy.

  She cried out, her inner muscles clenching on to him, wanting his hand, wanting something else too: that massive hard cock of his. "Fuck me, please," she cried out, her face burning.

  He gave a dark chuckle, and worked her even harder. "We have to deal with your punishment first, and every time you answer me back you will get spanked again."

  She blinked away her blurring vision. She didn't know what she wanted more of first, even if she could decide. He was in charge right now and he could use her as he wished.

  "Do it then. Hurry," she demanded. She swallowed, resting her fingertips on the floor for balance.

  "That's better." He moved the hand he had on her back lower, stroking her tingling buttocks while he still worked her with his other hand. He moved his fingers to the crease at the base her spine and stroked one finger into it. She was already on overload, about to come, when he ran a finger over her anus.

  She had to blink and make an extreme effort to concentrate to keep from falling. As he moved that finger into her anus, easing it inside, her body lost focus. She became a clutching, writhing crea
ture, controlled totally by his hands on her.

  "Tommy," she gasped, but it was too late to beg him to slow down, too late to try to hang on. Her hips ground against him of their own accord, muscles clutching at the hard intrusion of his thumb as she shuddered into release.

  She struggled for breath. For several moments, she lost touch with where she was, then she felt his hand stroking her back again, soothing her, his breath warm on her back, a gentle kiss dropped on her shoulder, his voice murmuring in the background. He had extracted his finger and thumb, and was caressing the sensitive folds of her pussy with tender, inquisitive fingers.

  Panting, she grasped his thighs with her hands, making an extreme effort to speak. "Tommy, let me up, please. I am about to pass out."

  He rolled her easily in his arms, lifting her against him and rising to his feet. "Too much for you?" The smile on his face was wicked.

  Never. Quickly gathering herself, she took a deep breath then exhaled it on a casual laugh. "It was pretty good…for openers." Take that for a challenge, mister.

  He gave a dark laugh, then lowered her and rolled her onto the bed.

  Once again she found herself winded. This man was a force of nature. Struggling to get off the covers, she managed to push herself up, still shaking in the aftermath of her orgasm, and looked over at him.

  His jacket was on the floor. He plugged his iPod into the sound system. Hard rock wheeled up around them, filling the room with atmospheric-chugging guitars. The music beat in her blood, rousing her with its powerful rhythm, while she feasted on the sight of him stripping. He kicked off his shoes and pulled his T-shirt over his head. His torso mesmerized her in a split-second. She had felt that strength and power under her hands, but seeing it naked was something else altogether.

  His pecs were well-defined, his shoulders huge. As he moved to drop the T-shirt on the floor, his biceps were cast in light, then shadow, emphasizing their shape and strength. She noticed the hard wall of muscle in his stomach, as he snapped at the buckle of his belt and went for his zipper. His six-pack rippled with movement as he shoved his jeans down the strong columns of his thighs.

  She rolled onto her side, supporting herself on one elbow as she took in the sight of his black Jockey shorts. They were softly molded to his hips, the erection just about captured inside, like the stout branch of a tree bowing out.

  "Great bod," she murmured under her breath, smiling when he paused and glanced her way.

  "Don't you get too relaxed, madam." He kicked the jeans off, then snatched them back up and reached into the back pocket for his wallet.

  "Oh, I'm not relaxed at all, believe me." She blew him a kiss, nodding at the bulge in his shorts.

  Pulling out a packet of condoms, he tore one off and dropped the rest on the bedside table

  Kelly rolled closer and snatched the condom packet from his hand. "Allow me to assist."

  His hair fell forward as he looked down at her, casting his face in shadow, but she could see the tension in his mouth, his lips tightly closed. He pushed his shorts down, kicking them off. His cock bounced out, seeming to lean towards her with intent. It was long and hard, the head burnished red and damp in the lamplight.

  She'd barely recovered from the assault he'd launched on her, but her sex responded, her entire core moving in a reflex action triggered by the need to feel that gorgeous, hard cock inside her. She moved closer, wrapped her hand around its girth, stroking it back and forth. It was hot and rigid, buoying up within her grasp.

  "Easy," he urged and she saw his thighs tighten.

  With shaking fingers, she tore open the condom packet. Looking at the rubber, it seemed impossibly small. She rolled it over the head of his cock, struggling to ease it on. She rolled it the length of him, using both hands. The hair at the base of his cock was golden, catching the light when he moved.

  When the condom was in position, she reached for his balls. He groaned when she felt them, weighing them in her hands. They were already high against the underside of his cock. Her inner flesh trembled at the thought of the release.

  He knocked her away with one hand, pushing her back onto the bed. "Lie down, on your back."

  Rolling back, her knees automatically drew up towards her chest, her body inviting him in.

  He shook his head as he looked down at her. "What a sight." He ducked down, his hands on the base of his cock as he dipped in to take a taste of her, running his tongue into her hole, then lapping at her clit

  Once again he took her by surprise. She flung her arms back over her head, her sensitive sex folds in a frenzied torment. "Oh, you're good, big man."

  "I've got to be inside you," he said gruffly, as he moved between her thighs and guided his cock into her.

  "Mmm, yes please."

  He nudged inside her, the head of his cock stretching her, even though she was open and ready.

  "You're so big," she gasped. The sensitized entrance of her sex clenched on to him.

  "Watch the mouth. Compliments can undermine a man's stamina." He winked.

  She laughed softly. She could see the honesty of his words reflected in his eyes.

  "Yeah, good," he whispered, with a quick grin as her legs locked around his hips. Their eyes locked as he drove himself slowly into her, inch by inch, filling her up. When the head of his cock nudged up against her cervix, a strangled cry escaped her. Suddenly full, she felt dizzy.

  He lifted up on his arms, his hands planted on either side of her chest. He began to move, slowly at first then with more urgency. The music seemed to drive him on, and he pounded into her. The singer had a deep, gravelly voice that touched her inside, as surely as Tommy was doing.

  Kelly could only ride it out. Her body was on fire, and although she wanted to fight and equal him, she was too weak with pleasure. He had sensitized her so thoroughly she was like a rag doll on the bed. Lyrics from the stereo reached her, "just let it happen," the singer encouraged, his voice rising in the chorus. The words skittered over her consciousness, drawing on her. Heat was gathering as high as her rib cage, darts of stimulation racing through her breasts and into her nipples with each thrust of her body across the bed. Her eyes held his, one hand clutching feebly at his shoulder. "I've never been so well and truly fucked," she cried out, her body humming.

  He groaned and pulled out. His hand went to the base of his cock, where he applied pressure. "I warned you," he rasped. "Say something like that and it's likely to result in a sudden explosion."

  "I'm hoping to be victim of a sudden explosion at some point," she retorted, with a low laugh.

  He gave her a quick grin, and then grabbed her hip with his free hand, rolling her over. Before she had a chance to respond, both his hands were on her hips and he'd pulled her into a kneeling position. The movement against the bed made her buttocks twinge, his hands on their raw surface sending an after-shock through her. Before she had time to breathe, his cock was back inside her.

  A slower but more powerful track had started up, one with a distinctly strip-joint rhythm to the guitars. The song opened out and a powerful flash of guitar music led the singer, his voice delivering a compelling chant. Her hips moved in time, unable to resist the rhythm.

  Tommy gave a low laugh and his hands slapped onto her waist, stinging her as he held on to her swaying body.

  The sensation shot through her and she stretched her neck, her chin jutting forward and her eyes closing. Her body had never been so thoroughly wired, her dark side so thrilled.

  He pushed her thighs together with his knees, locking her onto him, and he was thrusting so vigorously that she felt each movement riding up through her center, into her throat, where it left a burning sensation. Her core melted, clenched. She was coming, again. Her mouth went dry as her sex filled with bolt after bolt of release, a rolling orgasm hitting her. Her fingers clutched uselessly at the bedcovers, her head hanging down.

  "Yes, Kelly," he whispered, and then she felt his hands hold her in against him where he rolled his hips,
never breaking the contact, the head of his cock pushing her cervix high.

  She was barely recovering when she felt his fingers moving around his cock as he plunged in and out, then one reached higher, smoothing over her anus. She shivered, involuntarily.

  He eased his finger inside her anus.

  She was full in every way, her sex stretched by his cock, her anus open and being massaged by his hard finger, the knuckle nudging her ring, sending hot flares up her spine with each small movement.

  His cock stroked faster. He was taking more shallow thrusts, lifting against the spot his finger invaded for friction. She heard him panting, felt his body taut and jerking as if he couldn't keep the rhythm. He was close.

  His finger moved, pushing deeper, and pure fire sped up her spine. His cock jerked and lifted, he pulled his finger out, but his climax had brought her back to her peak again, her entire lower body suffused with pleasure as she tripped into a higher plateau, multiple climaxes hitting her.

  Moments passed. His hand on her back, stroking her, leveled her off, and she struggled for breath, her body trembling. "Easy girl," he murmured.

  It was then that she realized it was a good job he was holding her, because her hands had slipped from under her, her breasts crushed on the bed. His hands anchoring her hips against his was the only thing keeping her from collapsing in a heap.

  He pulled his cock free, and she lifted onto her hands. His arms went around her waist and he drew her up against him. Kissing her shoulder, he pushed her hair away from her ear and kissed her there too.

  "Good...for openers?"

  Smiling, she reached one hand back and around his head, embracing him. "Good," she conceded.

  * * * *

  She had the strangest blue eyes, Tommy noticed. In the lamplight, they were almost opaque. She was looking at him with intense curiosity now, while they took a break. They'd collapsed together, hot and exhausted. He'd got up and found a glass, opened the champagne, and selected something more relaxing on the iPod.