Vanilla Sex

Fire

Brad

Sex with Emma was always pretty good but a little on the boring side. He had always been afraid to push her. There were little signs that told him she wasn't going to be willing to try the things he liked so he never pushed the issue. Sex on the bar was, well, it was fucking incredible. Hell, seeing Emma in the club was a shock. Seeing her riding Billy Ray's leg turned him on and pissed him off at the same time.  

Of course, it took him a few minutes to realize she was under the influence. The fact that her friends needed to drug her up, confirmed his earlier opinion. The scotch was a different matter. No one was holding a gun to her head. He offered to drive her home. Hell, he wasn't even going to touch her until she started undressing and touching herself. How the hell was he supposes to say no to that? No male in his right mind would turn down what she was offering. She never once did anything like that during their entire relationship.

 Of course, she was right, he never took her here. He felt bad but then this apartment said a lot about him. He had no pictures because he wasn't a fucking family man. He had no pets, nothing that would tie him to one place. When he had met Emma, she believed the lies he told about his family and who he was. She was supposed to be a quick laid not his girlfriend. He still could not understand how she became something more. He knew he had to end it though. He was pretty sure she would not like the real him. It was easier to end their relationship instead of explaining himself. Emma insisted on knowing why. He tried to tell her that why was why but she wouldn't take the hint so he decided to shock her and it worked. She walked away with out looking back. So, why the hell was she in the club? Why was she making out with Billy Ray?

He grabbed the bottle of scotch and took a swig. He walked into the bedroom to confront her. She was asleep. For the first time he wondered how far she would let him go. He took another swig of scotch. Fuck this. He reached out and grabbed her arm. It looked so fragile. He grabbed the restraint strap from beneath the mattress and locked the cuff around her wrist. He moved to her leg and did the same thing. The he moved to the other side of the bed locking her limbs in place. He pulled the shades down. The room was dark but  her eyes would adjust to the low lighting so he slid an eye mask over her head. He pulled out a soft leather whip, and some condoms. It was time to see what little Emma was made of. She walked into his territory and he would be damn before he let her walk out with out trying.

He took a seat on the chair and propped his feet on the mattress. He watched her sleep. She slept for about three hours. She might have slept longer if some moron hadn't text her at three in the morning. He took the almost empty bottle of scotch and ran it over her nipple. The glass bottle was cold and her nipple perked up at the attention it was receiving. He saw her confusion when she realized that she was strapped to his bed. He watched her trying to figure it all out. He expected her to start screaming like a lunatic. Instead, she did the unexpected and smiled. So he did what any Dom would have probably done when punishing their subject. He grabbed the whip off the nightstand and lightly slapped the underside of her breast. It was a warning. He didn't do it hard. He wanted her to be scared. He wanted her to know what could have happen if she went home with a stranger. Her yelp made him smile. He watched her struggle with the bonds.

He expected her to start screaming or cursing but the woman surprised him again when she shouted "FIRE".

It was the last thing he expected. FIRE really nobody was going to hear that in his bedroom even if she was screaming it at the top of her lungs. It was what a mom would tell her child to say if a stranger snatched them. It would have worked when he was dragging her out of the club.  Here it just seemed the strangest thing she could have said. In fact she said it like it was a safe word. Hello that was like the worst safe word ever. Of course that fact that he had been banging down scotch for a few hours made everything even funnier. He couldn't help it. He started laughing so hard he had to leave the bedroom. As soon as he calm down, he was going to teach Emma what it meant to play with fire.