Less than Lovers, More than Friends

100 Things

I like to tie Derek up. There is something about holding the power that makes me wet. When I say wet, I mean wet. I mean dripping down my pant leg, wet. So Derek, being the great guy he is, has faked sickness. See, the family has some dinner and party to go to. I quite honestly don't even know what it was because I wasn't listening. I do remember that it was somewhere where I didn't want to go. Either way, I made up fake plans and Derek faked illness. All so we could get where we are now. And now it is good. So good.

"What are you going to do to me?" Derek asked as he laid back on the bed with nothing but a smile on his face. Nothing is sexier than a man with nothing else, just a smile. Just a smile and a rock hard cock pointing towards the sky.

"What do you think I am going to do to you?" I ask as I walk towards him. See, I am fully clothed. He is completely naked. It is so good. "Tell me what you think I am going to do?"

"I am hoping that you will fuck the shit out of me." He says with an exuberant nod as I look into his eyes. My hands are behind my back. Never trust a woman who has her hands behind her back. Never.

"Well, I don't think I have the correct parts to fuck the shit out of you." I tell him with a light-hearted giggle. "But I have something even better. Why don't you close your eyes?" I ask with a final smile before his lids close.

"What are you doing?" He asks as he smiles. The boy wouldn't be smiling if he knew just what I was up to. He would be running. The boy would be running so far and fast. His cock would be sore from slapping his legs. He sure as hell wouldn't be hard.

"You'll see. Just- Keep your eyes closed and don't move. No matter what, stay just the way you are.." I tell him as I sneak up to the side of the bed with my rope. I take the big knife out of my pocket and cut a large piece. I slide it around his wrist.

"What the hell?" Derek asks as he looks up, opening his eyes. "Oh... You are going to tie me up." He says with a laugh as he looks at me. By the look on his face, I'm sure it has been done before. But it hasn't been done by me.

"I am. Now close your eyes." I tell him with an evil smirk. If he knew me, he wouldn't be so trusting. He would not be leaving me alone with his cock and no protection. And I don't mean a condom. "Close you eyes until I tell you to open them."

See, most women would cover his eyes. No. I want to see the look in them. I want him to see every painful move as it comes. I can't wait. My veins are pumping madly as I think about what I am going to do to him. No one should get off on inflicting pain. They shouldn't, but I do. I love it. I love it too much. It's probably not natural. I smirk as I tie his limbs up. I tie them tight. There is no escaping this. I have him and he is stuck.

I quickly peel off my jeans and toss them to the side. Derek still has his eyes closed. He is such a good boy. I peel my shirt off and throw it over with my jeans. I made sure I wore my sexiest push-up demi bra. Matching panties. Black. Lacy. It is hot. And when Derek sees it, I am hoping to get a reaction out of him. Not that he can give me much more of a reaction than he already has.

"Okay." I say with a smile as I walk towards him. I will elicit pain. I will make him cry. I love to make him cry. I love to make any man cry.

"Wow." Derek moans as he looks up at me. I am getting a reaction. I smile as I see the pre-cum glistening on his red velvety head. I want to suck it. I want to run my tongue over it and taste his sweet essence. I want to know what it is like. I have never tasted, but I would love to. But I can tell you this... I am not. I am not tasting his little poison juice. I want to live to see tomorrow. I'm not drinking his siph, no way. The funny thing is, if I really thought he had syphilis, I wouldn't be fucking him at all. Alas, I am. So I do not believe he is diseased. "You are... Wow..."