Sex,Lies, and Bondage Tape

by Saskia Walker

  She looked surprised, and stared at him silently for a moment. "You came back?"

  He nodded. "I've been trying to track you down ever since. You didn't give me your last name."

  "No, I didn't."

  He thought she was softening, but then she flicked her hair back and grabbed his wrists back into her grasp. Jerking his arms straight, she held on to him.

  He shook his head, laughing in disbelief. "How did you get to be so strong?"

  "Hard work and a competitive nature." She clambered to her knees. "A liking for adventure sports." She flexed, her body rippling provocatively, agile as a feline. "I was the Southern Counties female canoeing champion title holder for two years running."

  She climbed over him and straddled his hips. "I jog daily. I've placed in the London Marathon in the top one thousand every year since I started." She moved her hands up from his wrists, never breaking contact with him, and pinned his arms down with her hands locked around his biceps. "Oh, and I work in a gym, keeping shifty men like you in good shape."

  "The moment I saw you I thought you'd make a great gym partner." He grinned. "But... "shifty"? That's not very complimentary. Especially coming from a woman who just knocked the knees out from under me. If there was any shifty behavior here, that was it."

  "I'm not here to pay you compliments. I'm here to return a favor." Mischief glinted in her eyes.

  He wasn't sure what she meant, but he could barely focus on what she was saying. She'd tracked him down. His ego was swelling by the moment, and that wasn't all. With her sitting across his hips, pinning him down, looking so sexy, he was already getting hard.

  She gave him a slow, hungry, once over, her gaze lingering. "Are you ready for a really stiff workout, Tommy?"

  His brain turned to mush. His dick did the reverse. Her sassy, suggestive smile made his balls ache. She had that mischievous look in her eye, her lips parted while she moved her crotch suggestively over him.

  "Oh yes."

  "Up for a challenge, huh?" She drew his hands to her body, putting them on her breasts.

  He molded the satin-covered flesh with his hands, his focus shifting. She looked so damn good, like a fantasy come true. He couldn't wait to be inside her, to fuck her, fast, and then again, real slow.

  She took one hand in hers, pulled it away and kissed his fingertips, stroking his forearm, taking one finger in her mouth.

  "Oh, yes, that's good." He moved his free hand into her cleavage, stroking her there, imagining his dick there. She was moving in and out of the shadows, and all he could focus on was her crotch rubbing against him, and her breast in his hand. It wasn't until she moved that hand too, and he automatically tried to use the other, that he found he couldn't. She had tethered it to the headboard and out to the side. Glancing over, he saw that a line of shiny, twisted black stuff extended from the headboard to his wrist, where it was tied tightly around his wrist. "What the hell is that?"

  She'd swayed to the other side. "Bondage tape."

  Bondage? "Wait a minute—"

  "Too late, you're mine now, all mine." She leaned back, smiling at her handiwork. She'd got the other one tied too.

  "Kelly?" He flexed his arms, tugged. The tape stretched marginally, but seemed to twist and tighten too. There were maybe ten inches of tape up to where she'd looped and tied it to the headboard, but it wasn't enough for his liking. He was ready to do whatever she wanted, but he'd never been tied up before.

  "I'm quite sure you could break free, but I'd like to remind you at this point that you signed a contract to be at my beck and call."

  She was right. "Yes. I see." What the hell had he let himself in for? "You don't need to tie me up, believe me. I'm very willing."

  "Oh, but I do need to tie you up. You were very rude to me, so it's my turn to punish you."

  The idea of being punished by her, sexually, almost won out in the battle of body over mind. Yes, he wanted to know. He might not have been tied up before, but a dark sense of curiosity was fast creeping up on him. His brain, however, was still clinging to a shred of logic, and wanted to challenge her some more on a different matter. "Is that all this is, punishment?"

  He didn't believe her, and he chuckled softly, eyeing her in mock accusation. "I mean, we've seen each other two weekends in a row, doesn't that imply we're in some sort of relationship?"

  "No." She glared at him. "I'm an independent woman. I only need men for one thing." She returned her attention to his body and opened his shirt, clawing his chest, her nails raking over it, sending slivers of twisted pleasure under his skin.

  At that point, his brain surrendered, handing over full control of the logic center to his bodily desires. "Oh yes, play rough, Kelly, play rough," he challenged.

  She flashed him a dark look. Shuffling down his body, she undid his belt and fly. He shut his eyes and thanked the heavens. She was going to ride him, the very thing he'd been fantasizing about all week.

  She took his dick out, stroking it, sensitizing it. It was rock hard and ready to be inside her sweet cunt. She dropped down and ran her tongue over the head, tantalizing him.

  Oh yes, that's good.

  Taking the head of his dick in her mouth she moved her tongue against the underside. She heard him growl, and she moved up to look into his eyes. "I hope you've got lots of stamina, Tommy. You're going to need it tonight."

  There was a threat and a promise there, and it did bad things to him. "I've been building stamina all week, fantasizing about this moment."

  She smiled then, but her eyelids lowered, as if she didn't want him to know that his remark had pleased her. She was a strange woman, but he was finding a way in through her shell, and he was going to pursue it.

  "I'm going to undress you now." She locked eyes with him. "And I want you to remember I bought your time. I don't want you trying to break free."

  He nodded down at his erection. "I'm not going anywhere until I've been inside you."

  She gave a little self-satisfied smile, and it held a dark secret. He sensed it and it made his blood pound. What was she intending to do?

  She undid his shirt, leaving it open, baring his chest. She turned her attention to his boots, taking them off, along with his socks, and then she tackled his jeans, hauling them and his Jockeys down his thighs.

  Licking her lips, she smiled at him. "I'm fascinated by your body. You're a prize specimen, Tommy Sampson."

  Pride plumed in his chest. His spine straightened, his shoulders going back as she moved around the bed, admiring him.

  When she got closer, he longed to reach out for her. "I can smell you, let me see you."

  He jerked his chin, trying to indicate she take off the robe and get closer. He couldn't reach her, and that gutted him.

  "I'm in charge here."

  Don't speak. She wants to be in charge. Whatever she wanted, as long as he got to be inside her.

  She moved away and began to take off her robe. He watched as it slipped from her shoulders. Her body looked glorious in the red lamplight, a fantasy come true. She pulled her bra straps down her shoulders, reached back and undid it. It fell away, leaving her breasts bared to his eyes.

  She hardly seemed to be aware of him watching as she put her thumbs inside her panties and lowered them down her thighs. No showing off, no need for attention. It was as if she were just undressing at the end of a day. Somehow, that was sexier to him than if she'd done a full-on striptease. He had the feeling that he'd be running the scene in his mind over and over again.

  She walked back towards him.

  "Ride me, please ride me." He couldn't help it, the words were out.

  "Tut tut, Tommy." She shook her head, her hands on her hips. They jutted forward, her posture self-assured and powerfully feminine.

  That old Modesty Blaise book cover came back into his head at that moment.

  "How many times do I need to tell you? You are here for my pleasure. I'm going to do to you..." She ran one finger from his hip to his shoulder, "...e
verything you did to me…but with style."

  What did she mean? The way she said "style" daunted him for some reason.

  "Can you remember what you did to me?" She looked fiery, lust-filled.

  His heart was beating hard. He was getting desperate to fuck her. He was so hard it was becoming painful. He nodded, the realization hitting him. "I punished you, physically."

  I spanked her. Shit. She was taking control in the most extreme way. If anyone can, she can, a devilish thought suggested. Yes, and he wanted to know if she could, he wanted to experience her domination. His dick was up against his belly, distended and hot. "Give me all you've got, Kelly," he rasped.

  She smiled, her hand resting briefly on his shoulder, acknowledging his consent. "Roll over," she instructed, pushing his hips and forcing him up and into a kneeling position.

  As he moved, the two twines of black tape crossed, twisting tight like a tourniquet. Resting on his fists, his hands were now locked together within the bindings. He felt vulnerable, naked as he was but for his open shirt, while she stood over him. With his head on one side, he watched as she reached for the bedside table where there was a vanity bag he hadn't noticed before.

  Reaching inside, she pulled out various objects and dropped them on the bed. She lifted a small, black one, about eight inches long. At first he couldn't make out what it was, but she picked it up turned it in her hands and then pulled on one end. It was some sort of telescopic baton. He looked at the small rubber paddle on one end, and realized. She really meant it when she said she was going to do everything he did to her, "in style."

  "Now I get to have my fun," she whispered, with a dark promise, stroking his head as she bent over him.

  She truly was a wild woman, but right now, she was a wild woman in control. Her power had him firmly in its grip, and she wasn't even touching him yet. He could barely breathe. His dick was pounding, his balls tight against it. His arse twitched as he tried to anticipate what it might feel like. He watched as she closed in on him, her eyes narrowed and her mouth gently smiling, as she swatted the baton through the air, testing it out.

  Without warning, she homed in on her target and he felt the first swat of the whip across his buttocks. The sting reverberated through him, jolting through his joints, making him hot and cold all at once.

  She delivered several more swats, then knelt one knee on the bed, reached her free hand under him and clasped his dick. She worked his shaft while she let rip with another flick of her whip across the back of his thighs.

  His vision blurred. He closed his eyes tightly. Sweat broke out on his forehead. It was too much. He was going to come, fast. Too fast.

  She delivered two more swats. He was so close. Then he felt her hand stroking his back, soothing him, and some iota of control returned, the orgasm retreating a tad, enough for him to breathe. She was still working his dick, moving it in the most mesmerizing way.

  He sensed her moving, looked around and saw what she had in her hand. Raising his eyebrows, he eyeballed her. "Is that what I think it is?"

  "Are you man enough to take it?" She grinned.

  "Sure." He wasn't sure, but he was aroused enough to give anything a go if it got him what he really wanted—her. Then he felt something cold sliding down in between his buttocks. Lube.

  His thighs tightened, his body rocking on his knees. The way she was working his erection, he could barely focus, but then he felt it, the slim butt plug easing into his anus. Sensation roared up his spine. His knees shifted under him. He heard her laugher as he flattened to the bed.

  "What the hell are you doing to me?" he croaked.

  He couldn't comprehend it, and the words escaped him as he tried to understand the torrent of sensation he was experiencing at her hands. He struggled, but his mind was mush.

  Her hand was still wrapped around him and he lifted his hips automatically, allowing her movement. As he did, the plug hit home.

  "Oh, oh, fuck, fuck," he shouted. Ecstasy hit him hard. He spurted in her hand, his arsehole tight around the intrusion, his buttocks flexing, working it hard on instinct alone. He lost touch with the room, with everything except her. Kelly. Her name was in his mind as he came.

  "Yes, you naughty boy. I'm here." Her tone was soothing and he let it run over him, surfacing.

  Must have said her name aloud, he realized, his mind barely functioning. He was flat to the bed. The plug was gone.

  As he regained his faculties, he heard her leave and then return from the bathroom. Then her hands were on his back and stroking him. She forced him over onto his back, undoing the twisted tape, and climbed over him, straddling his waist. Kneeling up, her body was taut and beautiful in the light. As she looked down at him, her eyes glinted. Her nipples jutted out between her fingers as she molded her breasts in her hands, squeezing them.

  "Oh god," he murmured, swallowing, looking up at her towering over him. He was so aroused that he was hard again already, even though he'd come. He was praying, willing her to sit on him. His erection jerked up behind her buttocks, but she ignored it.

  Instead, she shut her eyes, reached for her pussy and started to touch herself in front of him, just inches away from his face. Her fingers opened up her lips, squeezed either side of her clit. He couldn't reach her, but he could see her and her scent filled his senses. She is trying to drive me insane.

  "Why don't you let me do that, please?" His urge to get her back—and how—was growing.

  Her eyes opened, and she was restraining a smile as her fingers slicked in and out. She looked like a dark goddess, so powerful and confident.

  He pulled his hands as wide apart as he could within the restraints. "Come on, Kelly. Sit on my face. Let me taste you. You know you want to."

  "I'm in charge here." She slapped his cheek. The sting seemed to commute directly to the base of his spine, his tight balls, and his sensitive cock. She clambered over his shoulders, her thighs spreading on either side of his head, her feet latched over his shoulders as she lowered her pussy to his mouth.

  "Oh yes," he breathed the words over her skin, before he sank his mouth into it. Her flesh was warm, damp, and full. He was ready for more, and he was almost willing to beg, but he gave her his full attention, running his tongue around the intimate grooves of her pussy.

  She moaned aloud, snatched at the headboard as her body wavered.

  Her torso rose up above him, her breasts jutting, her hands gripping the bed for balance. He pushed his tongue into her hole and his mouth filled with her juices. She cried out with pleasure, as if it was already too much for her.

  A victory cry roared up inside him, because he was hungry for her, and he was only just getting started.

  Chapter Six

  Kelly had to hang on to the headboard to steady herself. She'd barely got a grip on what was going on, the sense of power she was experiencing acting like some heady narcotic in her blood. Now his tongue and mouth were doing the most outrageous things to her: teasing, stroking, sucking—all of it wiring her into his mouth as if it were a divining rod.

  He dipped his head back, breathed on her sensitive skin, making her shiver. "You taste so good, I could eat you forever."

  His words made her weak, and she swayed.

  He gave a subtle laugh, breathing on her skin again, and then pounced back in.

  Desperate for her release, she began responding to him, her hips moving of their own accord. The rough touch of his stubble brushing against her perineum was like a trigger point, hitting over and over. He moved faster, his tongue stroking in around her labia then lapping at her clit, before roving down and pushing inside her sex.

  "Oh, oh, Tommy," she cried, on the brink.

  He bit into her gently, halting her, drawing out the pleasure, then alternating fast and slow strokes, sucking and nibbling. He was eating her up, his mouth moving from her dripping hole, back up to her clit, where he nursed it in his mouth, sending wave after wave of hot pleasure through her groin.

  As she got clo
ser to her peak, her hips rolled back and forth in time with his strokes, reaching out for the orgasm. His tethered arms squeezed against the underside of her thighs, his shoulders hard under her buttocks. He was nurturing her, encouraging her, and that made her melt. She almost gave in and went for his cock, but wouldn't let herself—not yet.

  He ran his teeth gently over her clit and that was it, her sex clenched, went into spasm. Shuddering, her body quaked with intensity. Liquid dribbled down her thighs and onto his face.

  "Easy, girl." His voice brought her back.

  She loved it when he said that, it made her feel warm inside, warm in a different way. She pulled herself together, she didn't want him to know she was ready to undo him and be held, be loved. She was fighting it hard, and she shuffled back, wiping his face with trembling fingers. Dropping down, she kissed him.

  He reached for her kiss, his tongue eager for her, and she returned it briefly, before moving away. She picked up her robe and headed for the bathroom. She heard him call her name in a querying tone, and felt guilty. "Give me a minute, I won't be long."

  Closing the door behind her, she leaned back against it, shutting her eyes. She was starting to get a grip, thank god. She'd got so wrapped up in their coupling, she'd kind of lost her focus. Her blood was still racing, though, her sex on fire, liquid heat running down her thighs. She rubbed them together sending an after tremor of pleasure through her body. It had been so hot, his large masculine body bound for her. The power of controlling him had made her wetter than she'd ever been. And he'd been willing, egging her on. This was supposed to be about getting revenge, playfully. He was enjoying it far too much. Pervert.

  She gave an incredulous laugh, opened her eyes, and went over to the fancy vanity unit to check her makeup. The mirror was surrounded by built-in lights, the fixtures luxurious. She'd treated herself to the robe and undies as well as new cosmetics, some hot lipstick and some perfume she thought would match the surroundings. This was her treat, and she was enjoying every moment of it.