by Megan West
There was something so innocent about the look in Emily’s eyes, something he hadn’t requested or thought of when he adjusted how he wanted her to play the escort character. The uncertainty he wanted was there and together with that doe-eyed innocence, he really felt like he would burst at any moment. He stepped forward and, unable to resist, kissed her on the lips. He loved the way her soft, shapely lips felt against his own.
Finally, he pulled away and whispered, "This is all about trust, you know. You do trust me, right?" He had asked the question in a more menacing tone than he had wanted, but it was too late to change it. She would have to make the best of it and, truth be told, he was curious to see how she ran with the dialogue.
Emily hesitated for a brief moment. After some brief flirting when they came across each other at random, this was their first date and even then it hadn’t been much of an actual date in the traditional sense of the word. So he wondered how she could actually trust him. Even though he had asked it in character and she would be responding in her character, they both knew there was an underlying layer of truth to it. Now that she had a better idea of what he wanted, he needed to be sure she trusted him enough to keep going.
"I do," she finally said quietly. "But you just get ten minutes remember?”
So she hadn’t forgotten. He wasn’t sure who was keeping count or how. He wasn’t even sure when the clock was starting. He opened his mouth to ask, but then wondered if getting so technical would ruin the mood. Maybe it would be okay if he just winged it.
He stood back and had a hold of her arms out in front of her. “What a sight,” he muttered under his breath so quietly even she didn’t hear him. There were very few things that got him going as much as the sight of a hot woman in a pair of cuffs. There was only one thing that would make her even better, and that would be to cuff her wrists behind her back. He walked over to the nightstand and grabbed the key, quickly popping open both cuffs. She looked at him in confusion.
"Behind your back," he said, as he tapped her upper arm and walked behind her. He saw her body stiffen and figured she would need a bit of coaxing, so he leaned in and kissed the nape of her neck gently. He kissed it again before leaving a moist trail of kisses up to the lobe of her ear.
“Bring your arms behind your back,” he instructed with a whisper directly in her ear. When he pulled away, Sam noticed they were both breathing pretty hard. He gulped. Though this was far from the first time he cuffed a woman, she was by far the sexiest woman he’d ever been with.
"Ten minutes," she said between breaths, her chest heaving. He chuckled. Neither of them were keeping time, but she felt the need to keep repeating the restriction. He wondered what she really got out of it, but he played along.
“Right,” he said, running his fingers down her arm before pressing them into her wrist.
“Just ten minutes of whatever I want.” He slid the first cuff over one wrist and it clicked shut before he slid the second cuff on. Once they were secured around her wrists, he stepped back and admired the way her slender arms looked pulled behind her back and held together by the black, steel cuffs.
After slipping the key in his pocket, he turned her around to face him and looked her up and down.
“Hmm,” he said. “Should’ve taken care of this first,” he said, pulling the neckline of her dress out and letting it snap back in place. Luckily, it was a tube top so he might be able to just slip it off her. Then he realized he could shift it to expose the parts he wanted or needed. That was even better. He thought she looked gorgeous with her hands locked behind her like that, still wearing her cocktail dress.
He stepped forward and gave her a long, deep kiss. He pulled her close until he could feel her breasts pressing against his chest. He had to hurry before she reminded him he only had ten minutes again. Though now he was sure it was much less than ten minutes, but he had no clue how much less.
When he pulled away from the kiss, he dropped to his knees and reached down under the bed for something. But Emily’s back was still turned to the bed so she couldn’t see when he pulled out a rope and stood up, looking at her with an excited gleam in his eyes.
"This isn't too bad," she said, her wrists twisting around in the cuffs to get more of a feel for them. Sam chuckled. It was cute she thought that was the furthest it would go– at least, her little escort character thought it was as far as it was going to go. He reached out and grabbed her shoulder, turning her until she was facing him. He relished in the sound of her breath drawing in sharp as soon as she saw the rope dangling from between his fingers, a smug and excited look taking over his entire face.
“Too much freedom,” he muttered unhappily as he looped the rope around her upper arms and tied it snug. Emily let out a little squeal from the pressure and discomfort. Now she really couldn’t move. Even the rope was black. It was his favorite color for the little toys he liked to use during this type of play. And against her smooth, milky skin they looked especially enticing.
He stroked her cheek and asked, “You didn’t really think these little cuffs were all you were going to get, did you?”
Emily squeaked and looked down at the floor without uttering a word. It was cute. All of her act was incredibly charming and adorable and he had never been happier about any request he had ever made. And he was sure she was the perfect woman for this type of play. He should have known right from the start, from the moment she agreed to play the game so enthusiastically despite the wager.
He should have realized she was up for a lot and would really commit from the moment she ran her foot up his thigh to torture him in the most tantalizing way while they were still at the restaurant. But everything had been soft and slow until then and he only had ten minutes– or so they said. He needed to make the most out of every single second that passed. As great as it was to admire her, it was time to get things going.
Sam pushed her down, face-first, onto the bed and immediately crawled on top of her. He straddled her and pulled down the zipper at the back of her dress, revealing the clasp of her strapless bra. Quickly, he unclasped it and pushed the bands out of the way, zipping her dress all the way down. He grabbed a chunk of her long, dark hair and pulled it until her head was tilted upward.
He could see the slight terror in her eyes but, even then, she managed to remind him, “Ten minutes.”
This time, he laughed full on. It had surely been at least a few minutes since this all started, but she was still reminding him it was ten. Maybe that was part of the game to her or maybe she wouldn’t start counting until one of them was touching, licking, or sucking on the other. Or maybe he was just too in his head with all of this and he had to learn to let go. It was obvious she was enjoying playing her little role as much as he was enjoying seeing her portray it.
Emily started fidgeting, in particular struggling against her bonded arms and rubbing her wrists against the edges of the cuffs. She started shrieking, acting like she wanted to fight her way out of it. Sam responded by pulling her hair harder and she yelled but stopped moving underneath him.
“You done?” he growled. Emily tried to nod, but his hold was too tight.
Finally, he let go and her face fell onto the bed with a thud. He stood up and looked at her, knowing she wouldn’t dare try anything while he left her there for a minute. He reached back under the bed and pulled out a longer piece of rope, standing up to loop it around her ankles. He pulled them up toward him, her legs bent at the knees, and tied an elaborate knot tightly and checked to make sure it was secure.
He made sure the ropes weren’t cutting into her too much, but were still tight enough to avoid any sort of escape. He was pleased with his work and even more turned on to see her all tied up, the black ropes and cuffs standing out vividly against her milky soft, white skin.
Sam stepped back and took a good, long look at her. At the onset of the evening, she had been his date to a boring work event. Now he was the sexiest woman he’d ever been with, all tied up and laying in his
bed, helpless. He reached forward and shoved her dress up to expose her round ass, which looked mighty fine in a little, red thong.
He rubbed his hand over the cheek before giving her a quick spanking. Emily squealed and writhed a bit. Then he threw his arm back and spanked her across her ass a few more times, until he was satisfied with how red her skin was and how she whimpered at the end of it. He loved seeing the end result of it. He reached out and rubbed over her entire butt, focusing in particular on the areas he had spanked the hardest. He pinched the bottom of one of her cheeks hard, causing her to make a little yelping sound he thought was so cute he just had to pinch her other side the same.
“Aren’t you a cute one,” he teased, cupping his hands over her cheeks and giving them a gentle squeeze.
"I have to make the most of my ten minutes," he said playfully. Emily whimpered.
“Ten minutes,” she whispered, her eyes shut; her face red. He wondered how long she would keep up that little charade as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the key. He walked around so he could see her and dangled the key in front of her eyes.
“Maybe you can have a little freedom now,” he teased before walking back around to remove the cuffs from her wrists. Much as he absolutely loved seeing them on her, he loved giving her the fleeting hope she was about to have some freedom only to have her realize she was still bound by the ropes.
And that was exactly what happened.
No sooner had he removed the cuffs and dropped them on the bed close enough to her face so she could see them, she had immediately attempted to stretch her arms and made a disappointed little noise when she still couldn’t move much. The ropes on her upper arms were tied in too tightly for her to do much. But her wrists being free were enough for her to do what he wanted her to do.
He pulled her until she stood in front of the bed, her back to him. He took a couple steps back and looked her up and down. Her dress was still shoved up, giving him a great view of her reddened ass and he could see her back from where he had unzipped it.
“You look like a mess,” he chided her as he unbuttoned his shirt. He slowly undressed, as he looked her up and down multiple times, enjoying the way she would sporadically tremble and struggle against the restraints.
When he was finally naked he stepped forward and pressed his rock hard cock against the palm of one of her hands. Emily gave a little start. He reached around and wrapped his hand around the bottom of her neck but didn’t restrict it. He felt her gulp.
“You know what I want you to do with this,” he whispered harshly in her ear, his hard cock rubbing against the palm of her hand. Emily whined, but he felt her thin fingers wrap around the shaft and start jerking him, albeit with a bit of a struggle. She gave in soon enough and wrapped both hands around him, moving them back and forth at the same time and varying the pressure.
Pretty soon, he was groaning and rocking his hips back and forth as she jerked him. Now, his hand was pressing down on her throat a bit more. He only realized this when she coughed and he immediately let go, instead grabbing her shoulder and thrusting into the little opening of her hands.
“Fuck,” he grunted, eyes shut as he enjoyed the blissful feeling. As good as it felt, he knew he had to stop or else he would come right then all over her red ass.
He pulled back and her hands limply rested against the curve between her back and ass. Sam grabbed a pair of scissors and showed them to her. Emily shook her head as her eyes shot wide open.
“I’m not going to use these on you,” he reassured her and she seemed to calm down a bit. His eyes darted down to the little triangle of cloth covering her pussy, which he sincerely hoped was sopping wet by now.
“How would you feel about losing your underwear tonight?” He snipped the scissors open and closed once. Emily bit her lip and shrugged. He stared at her, waiting for a vocal answer.
“It’s fine,” Emily finally said. He could tell she was breathing heavily, but trying to disguise it. He smirked. Now he was sure she was just as turned on by all this as he was and he ached to touch her, feel her wetness and slide his fingers inside her. He wanted to taste her.
Above all, he wanted his hard cock to be buried deep inside of her and feel her warm wetness surrounding him. But that would come in time. He walked round back and slipped one of the scissor’s blades under the string of her thong, cutting it off before moving to the other string. He tapped her thighs so she opened them, having to crouch a bit, and the panties fell until they got caught up in the rope binding her ankles together. Sam bent down and pulled them off, tossing them carelessly over his shoulder.
He pressed up against her back, taking in a sharp breath when he felt his cock rub against her warm ass. He groaned slightly when he felt the tip slip on a bit of her wetness and Emily moaned, her hips jutting back in search of more friction. He slapped her hip.
“Don’t you dare,” he warned her. This was met by a little whine from her, but she didn’t say or do anything else. Sam reached around from behind and pulled the top of her dress down to expose her perky breasts, which he grabbed with a smile. He rubbed over them with both of his hands, playing with her perky little nipples and rolling them between his fingers. He wasn’t rough with her breasts. He was only enjoying how they felt and the little sounds of pleasure falling from her pretty, pink lips.
He turned Emily to face him and leaned in for a kiss. He deepened the kiss and it got rough and forceful fast, but he was into it. He felt her melt into the kiss so he pulled back from her and then pushed her back onto the bed. Emily landed heavily on her bound arms and cried out.
Sam leaned over her and pulled her higher onto the bed until he could place her feet flat on the bed, her ankles still bound together. He placed both of his hands on her knees and pushed them as far apart as he could. Emily trembled as he looked down at her body, her perky breasts peeking out from over the neckline of her dress and her pussy shining from how wet it was. She was perfectly exposed to him and all bound up, just the way he liked.
He climbed onto the bed beside her, running his hand along the inside of her leg as he did. He stopped just before reaching her wet slit, but he was close enough to feel the warmth coming from it. Emily whined. He could see her fighting to keep her hips down, but her eyes kept darting down to his hand, willing it to move over her wetness and slide a finger or two inside her.
But he wouldn’t give her that just yet. He walked his index and middle finger up her torso until he was rolling one of her nipples between his fingers again, making her moan. He loved the way it sounded. He particularly enjoyed the red tinge on her cheeks and the way she bit her lower lip, eyes shut, when she really liked how something felt. He swung a leg over her stomach so he was straddling her and he looked into her eyes.
“So, ten minutes?”
Emily nodded. “You only have ten minutes, you know. You better make them count.”
Sam could tell she was suppressing a giggle. There was obviously no counting going on, but he would have been able to say that from the start. It was clear it was just a gag by then. She was enjoying every minute of this as much as he was.
He shimmied his body up higher until he was straddling her chest. He grabbed his cock and rubbed the tip of it over her lips. Her tongue darted out for a taste, making him lurch back and trembled. Normally, that would have been behavior to punish, but he was too horny and she was too enthusiastic for any punishment.
He moved up a bit more and reached forward, prying her mouth open with one hand and guiding his hard cock into her mouth with the other. He wasn’t only thick; he was long. But he slid his entire length into her mouth anyway and relished in how red her face turned and the gurgling noise she made. He pulled out and then shoved in quickly, causing her to gag and cough. But that didn’t stop him from thrusting it in and out of her mouth, her spit dribbling down the corners of her mouth and tears streaming down her cheeks as she resisted the urge to cough again.
Sam pulled out entirely to make sure sh
e could catch her breath and give her a proper chance to ask him to stop, if she wanted to. But she just looked at him, waiting for him to continue. He gave a small nod and Emily returned it, indicating it was all stilly okay. So he shoved his cock deep into her mouth again, the tip hitting the back of her throat to send her into another coughing fit. He thrust into her mouth through the gagging and the coughing, only pulling out when he knew he would come if he continued. He stood up and got off the bed, giving her a good chance to really catch her breath.
Once she had, he ran one of his hands up her inner leg. This time, he made it all the way and ran the tip of his fingers over her soaking wet slit. He slid it inside and Emily moaned. She arched her back and Sam decided he would allow it. Having had her mouth around his throbbing cock and now feeling her from the inside, he couldn’t hold out any longer. He had played with her enough.
Chapter Three
He smirked. Maybe he wanted one last play.
