“You cannot possibly ask me for another round… it’s only 8:30,” Sean protested when his lover pressed her arousal to his and lowered his lips to his neck.
“We both know you were holding back last night.”
“Really? You tied ME to the bed…” Sean raised an eyebrow towards the bedpost next to his head. A length of jute rope was still securely fastened to the anchor and a leather flogger lay on the adjacent nightstand.
“We both know you could’ve broken free and ravished me,” Clara’s voice dripped with seduction.
“You’re saying I should have disobeyed you? After you threatened to suffocate me with your pussy if I didn’t do everything you said?”
“Yes… but would I ever hurt you, love?” Clara brushed his cheek with her fingertips mockingly.
Sean laughed and lifted his chin to expose his neck and chest, both painted with marks from Clara’s relentless lips.
“You know, I wouldn’t mind if you’d do that to me someday…” the brunette woman whispered in his ear.
It was no secret that Clara was dominant in their relationship. She was confident, witty, and stubborn, a combination that charmed Sean beyond comprehension. Conversely, he was easy-going, loyal, and open-minded.
Just over a year ago, she had approached him at a bar, slipped her number into his hand, and left the restaurant. When he called her later that night, she was already touching up her makeup and waiting for him to arrive at her apartment.
***
“Strip.”
Clara stood in the doorway completely naked with her arms crossed beneath her breasts. Sean’s trembling hands almost dropped the bottle of wine they clutched as he stared at the athletic woman. She had a runner’s body with strong legs and a toned butt that was begging to be touched. Her muscles were faintly visible under her soft skin, like a steel knife sheathed in soft leather. The intensity of her form was matched in her piercing hazel eyes, which were complemented by a dangerously inviting smile and cascades of wavy brown hair.
“I said, strip,” Clara stepped into the hallway and closed the door to her apartment. Sean’s eyes grew wide and darted to either end of the corridor. It was empty for now, but someone would surely come if he didn’t make up his mind.
I’d be the dumbest man alive if I didn’t see this through, thought Sean, and he wordlessly passed the bottle of wine to the mysterious woman. Sean kicked off his shoes, pulled his sweater over his shoulders, and dropped his khakis to his ankles. Clara’s eyes drifted to his underwear and she nodded expectantly.
After checking the hallway once more and smiling nervously, he quickly removed his boxer-briefs and socks and stood completely nude in front of the striking woman. Clara hungrily ran her gaze over his body. He was tall and thin, but the presence of muscle definition in his chest and arms meant that he was more of a tree branch than a twig. His light brown hair was styled neatly, but it was clear that he didn’t take his looks too seriously.Lovely, thought Clara, moving her eyes down his body glancing at the perfectly sized and noticeably erect cock.He looks like he knows how to use that.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Clara opened the door to her apartment and walked inside, giving the stunned man a look at her muscled back and tight butt.
Inside, she placed the bottle of wine on a jet-black countertop and watched as Sean folded his clothing and laid them on a chair.
“I wasn’t sure if you were going to call,” Clara walked up to him and draped her arms over his shoulders, watching his eyes trail down her body.
“Yes you were,” he laughed, meeting her gaze. Sean settled his hands on her hips and they stood in a comfortable, intense silence. Their lips were inches from each other, their erogenous zones were burning with need, and their expectations for the night were completely unknown.
“It seems like we skipped a few steps,” murmured Sean, the curiosity of the situation finally sinking in.
“I just needed to know if you can do what you’re told,” Clara dropped her right hand to his erection and grabbed him, causing Sean’s fingers to dig into her hips in surprise.
“I’m getting the impression that you take what you want,” Sean moaned softly.
“Do you want this?” Clara brought her lips to his ear.
“Are you gonna tell me whatthis is?”
“That would ruin the fun now, wouldn’t it?”
“I want you.” Sean’s mind was numb with hormones, transfixed on the impossibly beautiful woman with his manhood in her hands
“You give it up real easy don’t you?” Clara’s hand tightened around his cock, prompting him for more.
“What do you want?”
“Get on your knees.”
Sean entertained her and sank to his knees. He looked up and saw Clara’s clearly aroused pussy in front of his face. She took special care to shave that day, for she had a certain feeling that there might be a man at her feet at night.
“Do you want to beg me to taste it?” Clara reached down and grabbed a fistful of Sean’s hair, forcing him to look up at her. “Or should I make you beg for it?”
“I’m not one to beg,” Sean’s eyes flashed with a streak of defiance, testing her.
“Yes you are, you just don’t know it yet,” Clara released his head and nodded towards her bedroom. “Follow me.”
Sean got off his knees and walked across the mahogany floor to the dominant woman, who held open the door to her room with a sarcastically sweet smile. Dark red sheets were draped across her four-poster bed and scattered candles provided an eerie, natural light to the room.
“You sure you wanna do this the hard way?” Clara gave him a final opportunity to abandon his defiance.
“I think you’ll be begging for me by the end of the night.”
The pair sat on the bed with a strong tension between them.
“Do I have to make you lay on the bed, or will you be kind enough to do that yourself?” Sean smiled and relaxed across the soft sheets, his muscles flexing as he crossed his arms overhead.
“What happened to the man that stripped and got on his knees for me?” Clara continued her relentless questioning, opening a chest by the base of the bed.
“Would you like me to be honest?”
“That’d be nice,” Clara’s voice dripped with venom.
“The thought of you making me do something excites me,” Sean admitted. “Plus, what’s the worst you could do?”
“You want my worst?”
“I could handle anything coming from you,” he challenged. Clara raised her eyebrows in amusement, but didn’t say anything. From the chest, she retrieved four leather cuffs, a blindfold, and a few things Sean couldn’t recognize. He kept a smirk on his face while Clara tightened a cuff to each of his wrists and ankles with a practiced hand. She then took four short lengths of rope and secured each cuff to a bedpost, leaving very little room for movement. Completely immobilized, Sean’s smile faded. One of his exes had been into casual bondage, but it was never like this.