His hands sliding along her thigh are cool, gentle, unyielding. SheCloses her eyes, unbidden, and studies the backs of her eyelids,Waiting.
“Smooth,” he murmurs, and kisses her ankle, just above the binding.
“Fuck you,” she answers, barely audible.
He pauses. “Open your eyes,” he says. She screws them closedTighter for a moment, then does as he asks. The room is filled withWarm light, a dozen candles flickering. It is her own living room,But she doesn’t recognize it, doesn’t recognize anything in it,Even though all the fabric draping the walls and all the candlesAlong the mantlepiece, dancing and smoky, are hers. The rug beneathHer bare skin is hers, bought one morning when the sky was gray andLaced with rain. Idly, she remembers struggling with the carpet,Trying to make it bend to fit into her car for the five mile driveHome, finally leaving it hanging from the passenger side window,Hoping the rain would hold off until she got it inside. It was anOriental, gray and cream and pink, hummingbirds and flowers.
She meets his gaze finally. His eyes are the color of hazelnuts,Rich and brown. “Say it,” he orders.
“No,” she answers, and looks at the ceiling, knowing that is notThe right answer.
“No?” he asks, and strokes her inner thigh gently.
I will not squirm, she thinks to herself. I will not respond toThis.
But she has already responded, already tumbled laughing and full ofDesire to the floor, to lie in his arms and follow him through hisKisses. Already reveled in the feeling of his cock stiffeningAgainst her thigh, the feeling of power that his desire gives her.She likes this game; likes to arouse him with her smile and herLight, hesitant touch, then send him home full to bursting, whenHer own desire threatens to overcome her.
She almost didn’t play the game tonight, because the last time shePlayed, he refused to leave. He stopped touching her, but he satSilent and grim on her couch for some minutes, then drew her to sitNestled against him, and draped his arm lazily across her shouldersWhile habit and want made the decision for him, and he stroked faster andMore firmly, holding her ever more tightly. She wanted to lookAway.
He spoke only once: “Watch me,” he said, as his hand flew sure andStrong along the length of his shaft, pre-come glistening under hisFingers. And at the last minute, he grabbed her hand and made herCatch his warm sharp smelling come in her palm.
She stared at it. “Get out!” she yelled at him, but he didn’t move.She smeared her hand down his shirt, a shirt she had given him.Still he didn’t move. “Did you hear me?” she shrieked. “Get out!Out! Out out out!”
Langorously he buttoned up his pants and inspected the stain on hisShirt, already drying. “Don’t be a cocktease,” he said finally, andLeft.
But it had not been mentioned when they saw each other next, norThe next time, and so she had decided to play the game. Only thisTime not only did he not leave, he did not stop, kissing her andCaressing her breasts through her shirt until she couldn’t bear it.She had only two thoughts in her mind, to make him leave, and toLet him do whatever he wanted to her.
Habit won out. “Stop,” she finally gasped out. “I want you toLeave. Please leave now.”
To her utter surprise, he answered, “I am not leaving. And I willNot stop. You may accept this and enjoy what is coming, or you mayResist, and then I will tie you up.”
She was so surprised that her desire faded. “That’s rape,” sheSaid.
“Yes,” he agreed. “It is. Unless you consent. So accept that you areGoing to have sex tonight. Whether it is consensual or not is up toYou.”
She made a mistake, then; she laughed. “You can’t be serious,” sheSaid, and went on saying it while he bound her wrists to herAnkles, right there where she lay on the living room floor, andWhile he went to the kitchen and came back with the utility shears,Which he used to cut away her clothing.
“Stop saying that,” he told her, as he surveyed her, naked and bound.“I wanted to make love to you. And you won’t let me. So this isYour doing.”
She stopped paying attention to him, while she considered this. SheDidn’t know what a cocktease was, but she knew that her virginityWas a commodity, and a weapon. And she used it. It was all she had.She had barely noticed when he rolled her onto her back, spreadingHer legs, and began sweetly kissing her belly button, the swell ofHer stomach, her hip joint. Her eyes came wide open when his tongueMade a lazy circuit of her labia, sweeping swiftly and barely overHer clitoris.
“Stop,” she whispered. Her heart leaped when his tongue touchedHer; she had never felt a desire so strong that she didn’t know whoShe was. She was afraid that if she didn’t stop him, she wouldNever be able to let him go, never be sure any more whether herDecisions were hers or his. She wanted him so badly, and for theFirst time, she began to be afraid of him.
“I will, eventually,” he answered, a ripple of humor in his voice.“But first you will beg me to fuck you, again and again, first youWill come and you will think the earth has stopped moving. And IWill not stop before I have had my pleasure of you.”
She began to cry then, soft small tears that rolled from her eyesDown her temples and into her ears. They itched. She wanted toScratch them. And still his tongue moved in relentless circlesRound and round her clitoris, making her thighs tremble and herHips buck. His fingers played around the opening of her vagina,Stroking the underside of her ass and dipping gently to caress herAnus. He pulled her clitoris into his mouth and sucked, flickingHis tongue over it, and she gave up. Her legs locked around hisHead as her orgasm crashed into her, scattering her in allDifferent directions.
When she settled back into herself, he was smiling at her. “HaveYou ever had an orgasm with another person?” he asked, and in aMoment of defenselessness, she answered simply, “No. That was theFirst.” She did not add that it was her first orgasm, because sheWas afraid that if she did, she would also add that she wantedAnother.
He brought her a drink, holding her up so that she could swallowWithout the water running all over her. She asked him again toStop. He let her back down and said, “Not until we’re finished. AskMe to fuck you.”
She shook her head, slowly, side to side, while he removed hisClothes. She had never seen him completely naked, and she thoughtShe would drown in the beauty of his body. “Say it,” he said, andKnelt at her feet, holding her left foot. “Say it,” he said, andDrew her toes into his warm wet mouth.
And now she lies on her back in her own house, trussed hand andFoot, naked, while he plays his hands over her body and pulls forthUnwilling desire.
“Do you know what I will do if you refuse again to say it?” heAsks, running his finger around her inner labia. She is wet fromHer orgasm, open and wanting him. She shakes her head again; sheDoesn’t know, but she knows it will be another thing that bothTerrifies her and sends her reeling with pleasure. His fingerEnters her, easily and firmly, encounters her hymen and stops, thenWiggles around, elicting a moan from her before she can clamp herMouth around it.
“Ask me to fuck you,” he says, withdrawing his finger and insertingIt again.
“Not. On. Your. Life,” she breathes, and he smiles, removes hisFinger, and says, “So be it.”
And then he scoots up between her legs, and she knows what he isGoing to do. His erect cock, fat and slick with pre-come, isPointing straight at her, and she wants him so much she thinks forA moment she has actually shifted herself down to meet him. But sheHas succeeded in holding herself still, though even yet she isUnprepared for the smooth feeling of his cockhead pushing into her,Stretching her vagina.
“Remember this,” he tells her, catching her eye. “There will never beAnother first time.” He continues to slide himself forward, and sheLifts her head so that she can watch his cock disappearing into herBody. He cups her head behind her neck, holding her, watching herFace as he begins to pump slowly, a little more of him entering herWith every stroke.
At last his cock comes to rest against her hymen, and he pauses.“This will probably hurt,” he says. “Do you want it gradually or inOne quick pop?”
“You make a terrible rapist,” she flashes at him, and just as sheIs drawing breath to rail at him, he gathers himself and plungesHimself into her, breaking her hymen and burying his cock as far asIt will go in her.
Her breath comes out of her in a long whoosh, but she does not cryOut. “All right?” he asks her, as if they are about to go out toEat. “Fuck you,” she answers again, and he nods. “By all means,” heReplies, and begins to move his hips.
She lets her head fall back, eyes closed, and abandons herself to aWelter of new sensations. She feels full, and completely open atThe same time. Her body rocks of its own accord, rising to meet himAnd falling back to recover. She feels the beginnings of sweatAlong her thighs where they meet his, she smells her own sex in theAir, weighted and carried along by the smoldering candles.Unbearably, her orgasm begins to rise, and against her will, herVoice breaks through her lips: “Yes. So sweet. So good.”
“Say it,” he breathes, increasing his tempo, thrusting a littleMore deeply and fully. “Say it.”
“Oh God,” she wails, and cries it out: “Fuck me. Please. Oh, pleaseFuck me.”
He groans in desire and slams himself into her; she grabs him andSqueezes as her second orgasm plows through her brain. In the midstOf it, she is aware of a completely unexpected sensation: her bodyFilling with his come. He drops onto her chest and holds her,Laying his head against her breasts. His cock leaps and twitchesInside her clutching vagina, and she falls headfirst into anotherOrgasm.
Slowly he gathers himself and withdraws from her. He unties herArms and legs and stretches himself beside her, holding her gently.She is still shaking from her orgasm, and he wipes the tears fromHer face and strokes her hair, absorbing her tremors into hisChest.
She says something, but her mouth is against his skin and all thatComes out is a muffled burble. “Shh,” he says. “Don’t speak. Let meHold you.” And she relaxes her balled up fists and twines her armsAround his neck, smelling him and wondering who she is now.
His breathing is even, on her face. She recalls the sensation ofThe orgasms he gave her and wonders if they would have been anyDifferent if she had consented, rather than saying no until theVery end. She raises her head and looks at him. He smiles at her.She loves his smile, helplessly.
“You raped me,” she says, but it does not sound like an accusation.
“Do you feel raped?” he asks. He does not seem to be trying to getHer to absolve him.
“Yes,” she answers. “And no. You did something to me I did not wantYou to do. But, oh, it was wonderful.”
“Are you angry with me?” he asks, and she considers this.
“Yes,” she says finally. “I want you to feel this way. I wish ICould tie you up and rape you.”
“I thought you might,” he says. “But it will not be quite the same,Because I will be consenting, and you were not.”
“What do you mean, it will?” she asks, and he smiles, gestures forHer to wait, and goes to the doorway to get his bag. When heReturns he is holding a dildo and a leather apparatus and a tube ofLubricant.
“If you wish,” he says, carefully laying each object on the floorNext to her and avoiding her eyes, “you may tie me up and rape me.”
“But you are asking me to do this,” she says, reaching for theDildo but drawing her hand back before she has touched it.
“Not exactly,” he answers. “I am not asking you to do it; I am onlySaying that you may if you wish to.”
“Have you ever done this before?” she asks, darting a look at him.He is sitting crosslegged beside her, relaxed and easy.
“Raped someone? No. Had sex? Certainly.” His voice is calm, but heDoes not look at her.
“No, I mean, have you ever had—that is, has anyone ever, youKnow.” She cannot bring herself to say it.
He is silent a moment; when she looks up, he is smiling again. SheBlushes, but does not look away. “I should make you say what youReally want to know,” he says gently, “but I won’t. No, I haveNever had anyone fuck me up the ass. I have a vague memory ofGetting an enema as a child, but never i’ve never had anythingInserted in my ass.”
“Do you want me to do that?”
“The idea of being sodomized does not greatly arouse me,” he remarks,Then adds: “But the thought of you wanton and in control of my bodyDrives me insane with lust.”
She finally picks up the dildo, turns it over in her hands,Examining it. It is about six inches long, and thin, with smallBumps all over it and a flare at the base. The plastic is cool andSmells faintly of disinfectant. She runs her fingers over it, thenSays: “Yes. I am going to tie you up and rape you.”
He nods, then helps her don the leather harness that will hold theDildo to her. She laughs when it is finished, at this small plasticCock protruding from her. “I look so silly,” she says.
“You look beautiful and fearsome,” he tells her, and kisses each ofHer palms.
He lies on his back and she binds his wrists to his ankles, as wellAs she is able. She has already made up her mind to do to himExactly what he has just done to her, though before this night sheHas never even seen a naked cock, let alone taken one into herMouth.
She reaches out and laces her fingers into his hair; it is aGesture she sometimes makes with her own hair, when she is nervousOr unsure. He closes his eyes and opens his mouth slightly, and onImpulse, she drops her hand to his mouth, dips her fingers inside.His lips close over them and his tongue runs over the balls of herFingers; she sighs at the unexpected flash of desire this givesHer.
She bends over him and kisses his chest, over his sternum, thenAbruptly fastens her mouth onto his nipple. His breath escapes himIn a sharp gasp. She withdraws her fingers from his mouth and bitesHim.
“Yes,” he murmurs, his voice coming out in a sibilant whisper.
“You like to be bitten?” she asks in surprise.
“Occasionally,” he answers, opening his eyes. She continues to meetHis gaze as she lowers her head and bites him again, this time onHis pectoral muscle. A hum of pleasure greets this.
“Odd,” she says, and moves her hand to his cock, half limp andStill sticky. With one finger, she traces a vein from his balls toWhere it disappears beneath the crown, then runs her fingertipAround the head, following his circumcision scar. The skin bunchesBelow the helmet, puckered and soft. A poor surgeon removed hisForeskin, but she discovers that what remains is remarkablySensitive, and she spends some time playing her fingers over it,While she works up the courage to suck him.
Finally she reaches out and tentatively places her tongue againstThe shaft of his cock. He makes no sound or motion, and she curlsHer tongue into a point, and lets it follow the trail her fingerHas made moments before. She hears his head shift and a longContented moan emerges under her hand, resting on his stomach.
She cups his balls shyly with her other hand, feeling the coolLoose skin and the hairs growing there. Beneath his ball sac hisAnus flexes erratically, as if it is periodically remembering whatShe is going to do to it.
Taking a deep breath, she kisses his penis. Her lips open, almostOf their own accord, and take the tip in. He tastes strongly of herOwn sex, sharp and fragrant and almost a little bitter. She cannotGet more than two or three inches into her mouth before she beginsTo gag, so she contents herself with sucking hard what she can getIn, and alternately stroking and pushing at his balls. His headRocks from side to side, but he seems only to be enjoying himself.
“I want to put it in you now,” she tells him, holding his cock in oneHand and rubbing her saliva into the skin and the dark curls.
He opens his eyes again and takes a deep breath. “Okay,” he says,At length. “Use a lot of lubricant, and go very slowly.”
She pats around on the floor for the tube of lubricant, and findingIt, she kneels back to apply it to his asshole. He squirms when theCold gel touches his skin, and she does not pause to rub it aroundAnd warm it.
“Put some on the dildo,” he says, and she notices that his erectionHas faded. She complies, generously dabbing the jelly onto theDangling plastic. And now there is nothing left to do, so shePlaces the tip of the dildo against his asshole and awkwardly bucksHer hips.
“Don’t pump, yet,” he says. “Push first, slowly. It will open upAnd take you in.”
She stops, wondering for a moment how much she really wants to hurtHim, and then she does as he directs, pushing firmly against hisAsshole until the small ring parts on its own and the first part ofThe dildo slides into his body.
“Ahhh…..ah!” he says, his voice rising at the end, and sheFreezes. “I’m ok,” he adds. “I just need to get used to you inThere.” She is both amused and non-plussed at the way he refers toThe dildo as “her” although she cannot feel his insides, the way heCould feel hers.
At last he nods at her, and she begins again to hump her hips,Brokenly, because this is not a motion she is used to, but at lastShe acheives a kind of gentle rhythm, drawing the dildo almost allThe way out before sliding it all the way back into his rectum. SheMarvels at how easily his body accomodates this foreign object, andThen she notices that her foot is falling asleep, so she shifts.
Immediately, he cries out, in a tone of unmistakable pleasure. HisCock leaps up from his belly and falls back down again, almostVisibly throbbing. “Do that again!” he hisses, and she obeys, asFar as she is able.
It is awkward, shifting and rocking her hips this way, and he doesNot come. His neck is stretched to its limit, as he strains towardHis orgasm, but when her hips are shot through with flashes ofPain, he still has not come.
She stops. He whimpers, but says nothing. “Look at me,” sheCommands. When his eyes fasten on her, she blushes and swallows herWords several times before she can say, “I want you to do this toMe.”
“You want me to fuck your ass?” he asks, sturggling momentarilyAgainst his bonds. She nods. “But no ropes, this time. I want youTo hold me and kiss me and tell me that you love me while you doIt.”
He smiles slyly. “While I do what?” he asks.
She withdraws the dildo from his ass. It is warm and slightlyDirty. She inspects it for a moment, then says, “Help me get thisThing off. You can’t do it while I’m wearing this ridiculous getUp.”
“You have to untie me first,” he answers. “But what can’t I do?”
Hurriedly, she pulls at the knots, letting his arms free. “YouCan’t do anything,” she mutters, untying the ropes around hisAnkles and tossing them behind her, towards the door.
He sits up, pulls her to him by the leather straps. “Say it,” heBegs. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
She looks down, at his fingers undoing the buckles of the harness.“I want to feel you next to my skin,” she answers. “I want you toMake love to me.” The harness falls away and she finishes: “I wantYou to fuck my ass.” The force of his kiss takes her by surprise,But she dives into it anyway, only vaguely feeling his arms grabHer close to him.
He lies her on the floor on her side, then pulls her left leg upAnd asks her to hold it. She can feel his erection resting againstHer ass cheeks, and she has a moment of rampant fear. As if heSenses this, he drops his head to her ear and whispers “You areBeautiful, do you know that?” And he kisses her again, while hisFingers smear the lubricant over her asshole, darting into her anusAnd back out again.
His right arm slips under her, holding her, and she can feel hisCockhead pressing against her asshole. There is a sharp sensation,And then without warning, he has buried his cock in her rectum, andShe feels as if it is pointing straight out of her mouth.
A moment of stillness, and then he throws his left arm over her andReaches for her pussy. His fingers meet no resistance, and he movesHis hand in ever narrowing circles over her clitoris as he gentlyPumps his cock into her asshole.
“This is much better than rape,” she says dreamily, and pushesHerself back against him, then forward against his hand. “You’re soWet,” he murmurs into her ear, “so wet.” His fingers move a littleMore rapidly, his cock a little more strongly, and without warning,Her orgasm grabs her and shakes her, tossing her up in its teethLike a cat with a mouse. She shrieks, this time, in pure pleasure.His fingers do not stop, and his cock moves faster, and when he grabsHer and comes into her ass, she is moaning and jerking again,Shivering in the circle of his arms.
Her back is slick with his sweat, and his breathing is ragged in herEar. But he raises himself up, as his cock slides from her ass, andKisses the side of her neck. She lifts her foot and with a littleStruggle, she pulls a blanket off the couch. He helps her throw itOver them, and they sleep, fading into each other’s skins.