by Powerone
She didn't say a word, eying the rope with fear and excitement, her hand trying to cover her naked body from his eyes, still embarrassed to be naked in front of a man. She couldn't even do it with Jim, never mind with Michael, a man she just met last night. He spun her around, feeling his eyes on her naked ass, her trembling hands still cradling her bosom.
"Put your hands behind you,” he said, his voice commanding her to obey, waiting for her response.
One hand slowly slid down from her breast, moving over her stomach to touch her hip, her other hand trembling, wondering whether to submit. She felt him grab her arms high up above her elbows, drawing her wrists back down when she tried to fight him off. She felt her arms pulled behind her back, her elbows forced to bend, her wrists locked together. “NO,” she protested as she felt the rope touch her skin as Michael struggled to tie the rope around her wrists. It didn't take much, his strength easily overpowering her, finding the rope dig tight into her skin, wrapped round and round. Michael pulled the rope up, her arms forced up high on her back, Michael swinging her around. “MMMM,” she moaned when his hand casually cupped one of her bare breasts.
"Such lovely tits, Keri. You should never hide them.” He cupped her firm flesh, feeling her nipple pop out as his hand lightly touched the erect bud. She looked at him, but her lips stayed tightly clasped. He swung her around, finishing up binding her arms.
She looked over her shoulders as if it were happening to someone else, watching as Michael so casually tightened the rope on her arms. She watched his arm circle around front, the rope cutting just above her breasts, pinning her arms to her side. Three times he circled her body, Keri looking down to see the brown rope pressing into her white skin, cutting across the top of her breasts. He pushed her over to one of the benches, sitting her down. Then he pulled the end of the rope that held her wrists up high in the air, as if he were displaying her to others.
He stepped back, leaving her sitting naked on the bench, her head hung down to the side, avoiding his eyes. Her wrists moved behind her as she tested the rope, her breasts doing a lovely dance as she struggled in the bondage.
Her thighs were tightly clenched, humiliated at being bound while naked. What was worse that she let him do it to her, feeling his eyes burning her naked body. She didn't know what to expect from Michael, her trembling body waiting in dread and anticipation. It must have been at least five minutes before he got up, Keri catching a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye as he moved and sat down next to her. She turned away from him, feeling his hip pressed against hers. Her body was tense as she felt the rush of air, knowing his hands would soon be touching her. “EEEEh,” the touch of his hand on her naked back like a hot iron touching her. She held her breath as his hand ran over the top of her naked legs, Keri's thighs aching as she kept her legs clenched so tight. His hand didn't stop there, sliding up over her naked stomach to lightly touch one breast. “GGGGOOOD,” she moaned, unable to contain her emotions, her nipple feeling like it would burst from his touch.
He enjoyed her squirming legs, as if it would do any good, his hands following her movement, Keri unable to escape. He loved her firm breasts, capped by a pair of delightful nipples that begged to be touched, his hand finding one and teasing the erect tissue. He loved her moans of pleasure, the fact that she was unable to hide the excitement she was feeling in spite of the bondage. Or perhaps it was because of the bondage that she was getting turned on. He hoped he had her pegged correctly. He pulled her towards him, her back pressed against his chest, his hands high up on her arms.
She looked down at his hands as if the liberties he was taking were happening in slow motion. Both hands slowly slid over her bound breasts and then slipping underneath the globes with a twist of his wrist, he cupped them in his large hands. She arched her back, pressing them deeper into his powerful hands, her protests just mews of pleasure. Despite the casual way in which he was touching her, as if she were his property, she was unprepared when one hand cupped her two naked breasts to allow the other to slide over her stomach and between her legs before she could even protest or protect herself. One finger began to slide up and down her slit, finding her juices running abundantly as she moaned in pleasure.
She was ashamed that he found her wet, his finger sliding up and down her slit, her legs parted and unwilling to stop him. But no matter how humiliating it was to be fondled by a man who was practically a stranger to her, Keri couldn't prevent the liquid from rushing between her legs. Her head fell back onto his chest, giving up to the pleasure Michael brought to her sensitive flesh. Then, just as suddenly he started, he abruptly stopped. Keri was both surprised and disappointed. She looked around her shoulder, seeing Michael untying the ropes from around her breasts, the pressure released as his fingers opened the knots that held her wrists tightly bound. She pulled her wrists in front of her as soon as they were released, but Michael's hand came around, gripping her wrists and standing her up, her back to him, her ass almost in his face. Her wrists were yanked behind her back, Keri staring at her naked body in the mirror as Michael pulled her wrists down to her ass, pinning them together. She felt the rope wrapping around her slim wrists, Michael pulling her arms back, her reflection shooting back and image of her breasts thrust out by the position. Keri looked over her shoulders, watching Michael as he pulled her arms back, tying the ropes tightly around them until he had her secured again.
His hands rubbed against her ass cheeks as he bound her again, her naked body standing tall, Keri looking over her shoulder as he tied her up again, barely a whimper coming out of her mouth. His hands went to her hips, swinging her around and pushing her until her back hit the cold wall. “Stay there.” He stepped back, admiring her lovely body, her bound hands pushing out her firm, full breasts, her wet brown hair bush highlighting her pale skin, her thighs clenched tightly together as if she could stop him from touching her.
Her head hung down, refusing to look at Michael, the cold wall finally warming up, her nipples swelling as she stood naked, the front of her body on display to Michael. She could feel his eyes burning a hole in her body. She had never felt so violated. At least not since the night with Brad ten years ago, her obedience to him enforced with rope. Michael moved closer, turning on the water, testing the temperature as he picked up the hand held shower head. She held up her head higher as Michael began to lightly spray her body with the warm, comforting water, playing the water back and forth over her pussy, her legs trembling as the sharp bite of the water from the shower head touched her so intimately. The spray moved higher, the water feeling like sharp needles as they played over her twin peaks, igniting a bite in them as though they were pinched by clamps. Just as fast as he began, he stopped, putting down the spray. Her body was tense, waiting, not knowing what to expect next from him. Her breathing was ragged, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to contain her emotions.
Michael soaped his hand with the liquid soap, his hand cupping one firm tit, rubbing the slick soap over the hard tip. He moved his hand back and forth over her firm breasts, moving down her stomach to lather her thick brown haired bush, his fingers sliding easily between her thighs, the slick soap aiding his hand.
"AAAWWW,” she tried to quench the moan from her lips, but his hand was running over her naked body with abandonment. She could only tremble in pleasure as he took her so completely with his hands. She took tiny steps as Michael pushed her back over to the bench, sitting her down, Michael kneeling in front of her, his face so close to her pussy that she could almost feel his breath. She had never been so ashamed and excited at the same time. His hands returned, more soap rubbing up and down her slick thighs, unable to stop his powerful hands from parting her thighs, fingers teasing so close to her pussy. Up and down her thighs, his fingers ignited the lust between her legs, Michael intent on lathering her body. She sucked in her stomach as his hands moved over it, coming up to cup her breasts, his palms rubbing easily over her soapy nipples, back and forth her full breasts boun
cing lightly from the touch. “EEEEHHH,” unable to stop the tingling between her legs, her thighs parting as soon as his fingers rubbed over her bush again, sling effortlessly up and down her thighs. God, she wished he would touch her pussy again, anything to quench the lust she felt between her legs. She tugged on her arms, reminding herself that she was bound against her will, naked as Michael took liberties with her body that no one had ever done.
He pushed her legs father apart, no resistance from Keri, her pussy opening up to his view. “Such a lovely pussy Keri. It's all flushed and swollen from the hot water. Your lips pull back nicely, revealing your pink insides. Hold still while I play with your pussy.” He teased her, seeing the humiliation in her face as she tried not to look at him. His hands gathered up more soap, his hand returning between her legs, finding her pussy moist and humid, his finger sliding up and down her slit, Keri unable to control her hips.
Her hips were rolling gently back and forth, Keri unable to stop her body from reacting to Michael's expert fingers plucking at her sex. His thick finger pushed aside her pussy lips, sliding deep between her lips, exploring her almost clinically. She wished he would enter her and raising her hips up, she opened herself further to his exploration.
Michael's hands raced over her body, from her breasts, pulling them high up her chest, his large hands able to encircle the full flesh, squeezing tight, the abundant flesh slippery with soap sliding easily through his fingers. “What nice big nipples. Just begging to be plucked.” Her back arched, pressing her tits into his hand, her eyes staring down at him as he touched her so intimately.
In a trance, she watched his hands as they played with her breasts, feeling his touch making her nipples tingle with desire, Keri finding her back arched up submissively. His hands slid down her sides, over her hips and ass before moving back between her legs. “MMMM,” the fingers teasing so close to her pussy but never quite touching her, her arousal at a fever pitch. “AAAAHHH,” finding Michael pulling her body up until she was standing in front of his kneeling body. One hand slid between her legs, Keri finding his fingers sliding up and down her slit, her thighs trembling as she trapped the masturbating hand between her legs. It failed to deter Michael, his finger finding her tight hole, one slick finger impaling her as she tried to stand on her toes to escape the ravishment.
Her hot, moist insides surrounded his finger, Keri gasping as his finger moved intimately inside her. Her thighs were clenched so tightly, Michael fighting to keep his finger moving inside her, her feet finally moving back onto the floor, her pussy swallowing up his finger. She was whimpering now, her body shaking. “Show me how tight you can be. Tighten your pussy on my finger.” He twisted his finger inside her until he felt her response, her insides gripping his finger like a vice. “Yes, hot tight cunt."
She was half bent over, the finger spearing her sex, sliding in and out, Keri ashamed as she gripped the finger, but pleased that Michael enjoyed her clenching muscles. His other hand was on her ass, casually touching her. “OOOOHH, GODDD,” she moaned softly. She found her pussy empty, Michael's finger leaving her unfulfilled. His hands on her hips spun her around until her ass was facing him. She felt him rising, his hand sliding down her back and parting her ass cheeks to slide so salaciously down her crack, teasing at her throbbing anus. The finger entered her again, this time from behind, Keri spreading her thighs to allow him complete access to her sex. “MMMGG,” the thick finger filling her again, sliding along her inner walls. He began to finger-fuck her, his thick finger sliding in and out while she could only moan in pleasure. Still bent over, his other hand coming around in front, sliding down over her breasts, her stomach to finally come to rest between her legs, Keri finding one finger pushed deeply between her pussy lips. “EEEEWWW,” the finger slid up, finding her clit, rubbing the pleasure button while she moaned in pleasure. She pushed back, the other hand impaling her, Keri bouncing delightfully between the two masturbating hands. She could feel the arousal increasing, ready to cum, clenching on the finger inside her, hoping for the fullness that would drive the orgasm from her body. The finger left her empty, Michael's hands sliding up to cradle her breasts again, forcing her to stand on her toes as he pulled them up high, his fingers pinching her nipples. No, she cried out silently, Michael turning the water back on, the warm water cascading over her body. He turned her around, Keri moving her bound hands out of the way as he rinsed the soap from her naked ass.
Michael spun her dripping naked body around, untying the rope that held her wrists tied tightly, the rope leaving deep grooves in her slim wrists. He handed her the wet rope. “Your clothes are on the bed. Dinner is in an hour, be on time.” He walked out, leaving her alone in the shower.
She couldn't believe it, Michael left her. Left her at the peak of arousal, her body wound tightly by his expert fingers. She could still feel the rope biting into her skin, her body trembling in the cool air on her wet body. She went into the bathroom, placing the rope on the counter, drying off her body as she stared intently at the rope that Michael had used to serve up her obedience. Why did he do it to her if he wasn't going to take his lust out on her? He didn't make her do anything to him, not like Brad? And why did he leave her unfulfilled, standing naked in the shower? Michael confused and excited her. A stranger only hours ago, he had seen her naked and his fingers visited her intimately. What did he expect from her? And should she run screaming from his hacienda or has she already surrendered her body to him?
CHAPTER 4
Taught the Pleasure of her Body
She felt like masturbating, but a nagging part of her brain told her that Michael wouldn't be pleased. She found the clothes, a dark blue cashmere ruffle skirt, a white V-neck blouse and a matching pair of bra and panties. She slipped on the panties, a pair of low-rise panties feeling them mold to her ass as she pulled them up. Michael was either extremely lucky or he knew exactly her size. She put on the bra, a white lacey bra that showed her deep cleavage, unlined, her still hard nipples poking out provocatively. She went into the bathroom, putting on her makeup carefully, a deep seated desire to please Michael confusing her. Every time she saw her reflection in the mirror, her imagination would catch hold, seeing her arms bound behind her, Michael staring at her naked body. She went back into the bedroom, slipping the blouse on, finding the buttons started way down on the top, leaving a generous amount of cleavage available. She put on the skirt, finding it stop only inches below her crotch, pulling up the zipper as the material smothered sexily over her ass cheeks. She found the shoes on the floor, a pair of sandals with four inch cork heels, not really the type of shoe you would wear around the house. She stepped into them, looking at her image in the full length mirror. God, did she look good, turning sideways, her pert ass looking so inviting. And the shoes made the muscles in her long legs tighten up, accenting the short skirt. She arched her back, her luscious breasts so exposed, much more than she would have picked. She felt manipulated by Michael, but inside she also felt a yearning to please him that she couldn't understand. Instead of going to dinner she should race out the front door.
Michael was waiting for her in the living room, a drink on the table next to him as he lounged in the leather chair. He heard her coming down the hall, the shoes dancing on the Mexican pavers as she approached. He turned to see her, pleased at what he saw. She had a beautiful body that was enhanced by the clothes, her face almost glowing. Had she masturbated or was it just the arousal that made her cheeks flushed? “You certainly are ravishing Keri. Come closer.” He waited until she stood in front of him, her long legs so enticing. “Turn around.” She didn't hesitate, turning her back to him. “Stop,” wanting to enjoy the way the skirt clung to her nice ass cheeks. “Nice ass,” he complimented her as if it were natural.
She turned for him, letting him view her ass as if she were on display, not even offended by his remarks on her ass. In fact she took it as a compliment, not hearing much praise of her body in a lot of years. She turned towards him again, not sure
what she should do. She stood in front of him for uncomfortable minutes, almost expecting him to take out some rope and tie her up again.
Michael let her stand in front of him, wanting to keep her off guard. “Ready for dinner?” He got up, his hand around her waist as he escorted her into the dining room.
"I'm famished,” she replied, feeling so comfortable with his arm around her waist, feeling it sit high up on her ass. The dining room was huge, the table could seat at least twenty. But it was only set for two, Michael's chair on the end, Michael pulled out her chair as Keri sat down next to his chair. She noticed that he watched her carefully, eying her naked legs as she sat down, the short skirt leaving a wide expanse of naked leg showing. She let her legs part slightly, teasing him with what lay hidden beneath the skirt.
Michael sat down and before a word could be said, Camilla brought the soup, Tex-Mex Tortilla soup. Not a word was said as they sipped the soup, Michael's eyes following her every movement. Especially when her lips curled around the spoon. An avocado salad was next, followed by the main course, grilled steak with a spicy pepper sauce.
"I enjoy watching you eat. You do it with such a passion. You make Camilla happy that you enjoy it so much.” Michael finished up his steak, putting down his fork.
"She is a delicious cook. I've never tasted Mexican food like this before, a far cry from Taco Bell.” She almost felt embarrassed by his comment. She had devoured the food, not sure why she was so ravenous. Was it because of her fainting, or was it for what Michael did to her in the shower? She was puzzled by him, not to mention of him tying her up, though his eyes seemed to see her more intimately now. It almost made her turn red when he looked at her.
