Vanilla Sex

Checkers are so Lame

                 

Waiting was the worst part.  It really wore a person down.  Not knowing what to expect was also up there.  Being tied up, well that was just really annoying.  If this asshole thought all three of the above would make her up feel scare he was wrong.   Damn, this was pissing her off.  Patience was no something she was good at.

"Hey asshole, can you hear me?"  She shouted.

"You better get your fucking ass in here."  Yep, she was definitely losing it.  Next she would be asking the guy to play checkers (so lame).

"Hey if you don't release me I am going to start singing.   I know that doesn't sound like a threat but it's my super power.  Believe me when I say you will be leaving the area with your ears covered trying to forget you ever heard the horror of my voice."

She thought she heard footsteps outside the door.  She yanked on her restraints but nothing happened.  The damn bed didn't even creak.

"I know you're outside.  This isn't funny." She screamed yanking on the restraints again.

"Argh, fucking restraints."

Just then she heard the door open, finally it took him longer enough.  If she was going to die she wanted to get the event over with.    She felt him loom over her.  Seconds passed.  He remained hovering at her side.    He stroked her jaw gently and like a god damn gullible puppy she turned her head towards him.    Yep, she was definitely not the brightest crayon in the box tonight.  Hell, her marbles were currently scattered all over the room. I mean she was lying naked, blinded folded and tied to a damn bed and yet she liked the way he stroked her face.   His hand was large and slightly rough.  Not lumberjack rough but just the right amount.  Soft hands would have been a turn off.  He trailed that rough hand down to her breast where he pinched the nipple roughly causing her lower half to quiver.  Damn, but she really liked a man with strong hands.  He continued sliding the hand down until he cupped her sex.  Emma held her breath waiting to see what he would do next. 

Who knew she could be patience.   Her body was so tense.  Her mind was centered on the hand that was currently cupping her.  He ran a finger along her slit.  She groaned.  Okay, she was the needy bitch Sury accused her of being.  She yanked again at the restraints holding her to the bed.  He grabbed her chin and made an tsking sound as though reprimanding a small child.    He let go of her and step back from the bed. 

Seconds pass, then minutes passed.  The silence was killing her. 

"Untie Me," She demanded.

"I don't think you understand how this works."  He said.  His voice was harsh and rough like his hands. 

"Then explain to me how this fucking works." Emma screeched.  Her patience was long gone.

"You have a filthy mouth on you."

Yeah, damn she wanted to flip him the bird so bad but her hands were tied and she doubt he would notice the gesture.  So she did the next best thing and told him to "Fuck off"

She was about to add some more when he asshole grabbed her chin and forced a gag ball into her mouth.   He slipped the leather band behind her head and somehow managed to buckle it in place despite the constant head movement she was making.    She was definitely going to kill this asshole when she got free.

He yanked her hair and said, "Let me explain to you how the next few days are going to work." 

He gave her hair another yank to make sure she was listening.

"If you curse again, I will punish you.  If you call me an asshole, I will be one. Do we understand each other?"

He yanked her damn hair harder this time.

"I expect you to nod you head."

Fuck him, she was not going give him the satisfaction. 

"Fine" He muttered.  He picked something up next to her.

"This is a whip.  I know you can't see it but it is beautiful.  It can cause pleasure or pain." He said.

Emma felt the leather tails slide over her rib cage and down her legs.  She the felt the tails slide up her legs like soft fingers gliding ever higher.  He took the whip away and then brought it crashing down across her up thigh.  It stung. As quick as he moved it away, he brought I back again this time a little higher, some of the tails hitting her cunt.   Her body shook in the restraints.  She would have cried out if not for the damn gag ball.  He drew the whip off and over her breast.  She quivered on the damn bed.  He put the whip down one more time.

"Do we understand each other?"  He demanded.

Emma nodded her head. 

He leaned over her.  She could feel his breath on her check.  He whispered in her ear, "Good next time I come to visit, I expect the proper show of respect."

He then turned and left the room.