1 comments/ 18684 views/ 2 favorites Cat and Mouse Ch. 02 By: Se7en_ ***Author's Note: This is the second chapter of my first story on Literotica. It was inspired and edited by the lovely Alanija. This story is hers as much as it is mine. The story will be comprised of multiple chapters. Read along and enjoy!*** Chapter 2: Captured Mark looked down at his little captive; a mischievous grin split his handsome features as his hungry eyes drank in her fear. His eyes showed the calm hunting gaze of a predator, while hers were unmistakably the wide panicked eyes of a prey. She wanted to be captured, but that didn't make the act of capture any less exciting as adrenaline pumped through her veins in an attempt to give her muscles enough strength to fight back and break free of Mark's hands. His large hand had circled Anna's tiny wrists pulling them high over her head, forcing her to stand on the toes of her bare feet. Her back was pushed into the door with his broad chest; her breasts were almost crushed against his walls of muscles, the flimsy tank top and bra barely offering any protection. She swallowed hard and looked up into his eyes, and they stared back at her with a wicked glint. Lust filled his eyes and it took an immense amount of control to not push his hand between her legs and stroke her there to coax her into breaking her own rules, but but unfortunately he had promised to respect her conditions. The other contingency to address was the arousal quickly building between his legs, forcing his manhood to harden and strain against his jeans. He was just hoping it wouldn't be pressing noticeably into her stomach. However, it was too late, Anna could feel his arousal trying to spring free, a definite hard on was pushing against her and she squirmed, suddenly even more uncomfortable with the situation she was in. As enjoyable as it was, he realized he couldn't hold her like that forever; it was time to secure her to something and have his own hands free to tease her. His grip changed on her wrists and his body eased its pressure on her. He pulled her off the wall to stand in front of him, his hand still gripping her tiny wrists in a vice-like grip, still holding her on her tip toes. He slowly circled behind her, intending to lead her to the couch he had just been sitting on. A slap to her firm bottom coaxed her to start walking. Anna yelped at the swat to her bottom, it being the third one that day. She craned her neck to look at him shooting him a stare trying to look more confident than she felt "You're just enjoying this aren't you?" The answer came in the form of another slap, harder, to her other ass cheek causing her to yelp and teeter on tip toes. "Yes I am enjoying it. Now if you don't start walking to the couch, I will keep slapping that cute little butt of yours, we have all day." He slapped her bottom again to reinforce his point causing her to automatically take her first step towards the couch. Anna decided to swallow her pride for now and walk forward, she wouldn't let him spank her all day, and she could tell she wasn't going anywhere just now. The hand holding her wrists was too strong and she wouldn't be able to pull her hands free on her own until he decided to let her, so she walked awkwardly towards the large sofa, balancing on tip toes and waiting for the moment when he would release her wrists to tear from his hold and get away. Seeing as the girl complied and started walking, a wicked grin tugged at Mark's lips and he stopped spanking her. His hand was no longer a force slapping her, simply a touch kneading and caressing her pert bottom through the material of her white skirt. He suddenly realized he couldn't feel any other material underneath so she had to be wearing a thong! Mark grinned wickedly as he wondered if she had worn something so skimpy that day on purpose. As they reached the sofa, Mark's grip on her hands changed once again. His other hand rested on her shoulder and then wandered aimlessly along her back, fingers teasing alongside her spine with the simplest of gentle touches as fingertips slid down her body till they found her hip. His grip tightened there. He moved Anna's small body easily turning around to face him. His palm left her hip to cover the back of her head, holding her gently. Leaning down, his lips found her neck, his teeth her pulse. He bit her neck gently, not marking or not breaking the skin, just showing her he could do whatever he wanted to her helpless body. He softly stroked and caressed her silky hair with his palm. Anna's breath caught in her lungs at the sudden change - one moment he was almost scary and forceful and then gentle and sensual. It was all very confusing for her. Still teetering awkwardly on tiptoes, she felt fingers slide down her spine and her skin tingled. Those same fingers quickly seized her hip turning her around to face Mark's deep eyes again, no longer threatening, but no less exciting. She forgot to breathe as he held her head and then quickly expelled the breath she had been holding when he bit her neck. She hadn't seen that coming and gasped in surprise. Her hands were beginning to tire from being held above her head for so long. Suddenly, in the same vulnerable position, she was pushed down causing her butt to hit the thick cushion. She tried to move either of her hands, but they were still firmly held in Mark's tight grip. He sat next to her and pulled her arms up and over the top of the sofa, bending her arms at the elbows, making her back arch even more as if she wanted to draw attention to her breasts. It was slightly uncomfortable as well, but there was nothing she could do to cover herself or find a more comfortable position. The pose worried her and she searched his eyes for what was to come. Finally Mark spoke again, however what he said did nothing to calm her nerves. "Now, it is time to finally tie you up. There are so many ways to actually restrain a lovely little girl like yourself, but there are generally two types as far as we're concerned. There is a type that restrains the captive without any concern as to whether she is vulnerable for intimate touching or not, and the other type is to restrain her while making sure she is as exposed as possible to any and all kinds of touching. Now, seeing as you haven't decided to override any of the rules yet, then I should be choosing a position from the first type, but I am feeling like using the second type - just to show you what you can look forward to later when you break the rules." Mark was speaking in a calm tone as if he was discussing the weather instead of classifying bondage positions. He wasn't going to go into more details with the types of restraints used, suspensions etc. because she would have no clue as to what he was talking about. It would always be more satisfying to just experiment with her body. Anna was listening to him with wide eyes, her current position even more helpless than before, with her arms held above her and over the sofa. She felt small and weak as she listened to him explain the options. Still she raised her eyebrow as he used the word 'when' for breaking the rules and it helped her get some composure back as she coolly pointed out "you mean IF I decide to break the rules!" He looked at her with a dumbfounded expression and then broke into laughter at her tone and facial expression. She was hanging on to her control of the situation "Alright, whatever you say princess. Now, for the time being we're staying right here. If you cooperate and be a good girl, I will not tie you very constrictingly. However, if you keep squirming and give me a hard time, then I will make it tighter and harder for you to move any part of your body." It was more a statement than a question so without waiting for her reply, he stood up. His free hand slipped under her knees and pulled her legs up onto the sofa, while the hand trapping her wrists simultaneously lifted her hands back up and to the other end of the sofa, holding them there. When she didn't resist, he eased the pressure on her wrists, transferring one wrist to his other hand. He pulled them up to his lips and kissed each one right were his fingers held onto her flesh. "You struggle a lot my dear, sorry I hurt your wrists." Then he kissed her wrists once more and grinned at her. "But that doesn't mean I will go easy on you, you struggle by choice and as far as I know, you've asked me to capture and tie you up." It was true and Anna had to admit as much to herself, but even then her instincts were urging her to fight for her freedom. Anna appreciated the gentle gesture and the kisses to her almost-sore wrists; she hadn't even noticed they were sensitive, but then she had been really pulling at them with all her strength. It seemed that the moment he managed to grab her, it was over; it really came down to pure physical strength and she wouldn't be able to break free of his grip. Her poor wrists were now a testament to her struggle. So she bided her time, waiting to see what he was planning; watching, her toes curling and uncurling as she resisted the urge to slip her feet off of the sofa right there and then. With him holding her hands, it wouldn't do her much good, but she would certainly not let him tie her up without resisting. But just then he turned his back on her for a moment and she realized there might not be a better chance to break free than now, when he was clearly distracted. Quickly making up her mind, Anna shifted her weight, already slipping her legs off the sofa. Even with is back turned Mark was ready for her resistance and reacted to her slightest movement quickly, shifting all his attention back to Anna, gathering both of her wrists in one hand again while his other hand shot to the underside of her knees and pulled her feet back on the sofa once more. That same hand then pressed down on her thigh, pushing her into the sofa as he shook his head "You're a slippery one, aren't you princess. Just can't sit in place like a good girl and let me tie you up, can you? I guess we're going to have to do a tight bondage position then, tie you up real good." Once she started, Anna just couldn't stop squirming, fidgeting and struggling under his grip cursing her luck, she hadn't even made it off the couch. He had her back under his control just as the soft carpet had brushed her soles. She swallowed again as she looked into his lust-filled eyes drinking in her helplessness and gazing down at her heaving chest. His stare made her blush and she tried to push his hand away from her thigh by rubbing the other one against it, but she had no leverage. Anna was for all intents and purposes trapped waiting for his restraints to claim her body. "Now, how to tie you up my little captive princess?" He spoke in a calm deep tone, almost teasingly close to her ears. His voice sent a little shiver down her spine, as she felt his gaze on her body, his eyes moving from her hands to her feet to her thighs to her neck, probably imagining her limbs all tied to each other. She could see the exact moment he made up his min in his eyes, and she realized a short while later she will be all his. This immediately breathed new life into her limbs causing her to push, pull and struggle against his tight unforgiving grip. Mark was only amused as the muscles in her arms and thighs flexed with the effort and he chuckled "You really are something my dear. Do you think that if you continue squirming like this I won't be able to restrain you? Just like when you continued squirming so I couldn't spank you? Do you really think you're going anywhere this time??" Anna looked at him and couldn't prevent the grin tugging at the corners of her lips. Yes that pretty much was her idea. After all, it seemed to work in partially protecting her from a spanking earlier, so it should delay her being tied up, hopefully giving her a much needed opening to gain the upper hand. He chuckled at her amused expression and then lifted his hand from her thigh only to gently pull her sideways by the waist, leaving some space between her left hip and the back of the sofa. That space was quickly filled with his leg as he straddled her belly, restraining her with his weight and rendering any movement of her lower body useless. He looked her dead in the eye and a smug expression appeared on his face announcing his victory. His free hand danced under her chin "I've been tying girls for a long time, my dear, and some of them are just like you. They want to be tied up, but they like to struggle and they always think I need two hands to hold them down. They forget that I can use my entire body instead of a hand, as you can see. Now I have a free hand and you're still immobilized." He grinned as he firmly took her chin in his hand for a brief moment before sliding his hand down to her throat and gripping tightly. It was enough to cut off her air supply for a moment, just long enough to see panic in her eyes before easing his grip and letting her breathe again. Anna realized what a predicament she was in. His hand on her throat terrified and yet thrilled her somewhere deep inside as she realized he was right - she was unable to stop him from doing anything even though she wasn't even tied! She couldn't slip her feet to the floor anymore or gain any leverage and her hands were gripped tight over her head. And he had a free hand which was a definite advantage that she had underestimated. At that moment, she knew she had lost the round, but spitefully decided she would still give him a hard time whenever she could. As she was considering how to best improve her situation, she felt what seemed to be rope tightening around her wrists. She panicked as she saw both of his hands free while her own were still held up over her head. A sinister grin colored Mark's lips as he framed her face with his hands, demonstrating his success. She frantically tugged on her hands but found them stuck well in place. Dammit! Mark leaned down and kissed her nose playfully "I had rope tied around various spots in the house, just ready to claim your slender limbs, my dear. I had rope tied around the foot of the sofa and on its other end there was a loop. While you were daydreaming, I threw the loop over your hands and when you pulled back, you tightened the loop in place. Thank you for assisting me in such a lovely manner, princess." Mark chuckled at her annoyed expression as she realized she had played right into his hands, even cinching the knot herself with her struggling. She tested the rope again, but it was tight and short, forcing her hands to stay over the arm of the sofa. She craned her neck back to glance at rope on her wrists, but they were pulled down behind the edge of the couch. When Anna felt him move, she quickly turned her head back to watch him cautiously, not sure what would happen now. He stood up but before she could move his hands quickly seized her waist and pulled down on it, dragging her along the couch and forcing her arms to stretch with the rope holding her wrists in place. Then his hands slid down to her hips and down her thighs while still maintaining a firm grip to keep her stretched. He ignored her cautious gaze as his palms continued gliding on her silky skirt and then down her slender legs, his fingertips gently scratching and teasing her sensitive skin. Finally his hands wrapped around her ankles, keeping her outstretched on the comfortable sofa. Anna was distracted by the feel of his hands, but when Mark gripped her ankles she renewed her squirming and struggling. She soon realized that with her hands tied and her body stretched, she was even weaker than before. She could see he was enjoying her wriggling on the couch but just couldn't stop because she might not have that luxury for much longer. After a few moments of holding onto her ankles and enjoying her tugging and squirming, he suddenly pulled her feet up high and spread his arms wide apart. This made her skirt slide all the way down to her hips, completely baring her thighs and giving him a good look at her lacy panties. He whistled in approval causing her cheeks to blush crimson. Anna was mortified! Extremely aware that he could see her most secret place she struggled frantically to pull her feet back down and close her thighs to hide her panties, but he would have none of that. She had never felt so vulnerable in her life and it took her a while to find her voice to protest "Hey, you can't do this!!!" The words felt weak in her mind but felt a hundred times more pathetic as they left her lips because she could do nothing to stop him. She struggled to find her balance but her mind muddled up even more when the end of her sentence turned into a gasp as Mark's lips locked on the arch of her foot and kissed her there in a loud smacking sound, tickling her sensitive foot. Her feet involuntary twitched as her other foot received the same treatment with his lips brushing against her sensitive arch. "Oh but I can my little princess, your rules never said I can't spread your legs and look at your panties. It said I can't remove them, and I didn't, so your stupid rules were respected. Stop complaining!" Despite her position Anna's eyes narrowed at this and she glared at him, prepared to give him a piece of her mind in the form of a nasty comment, however Mark didn't give her the chance. He swiftly lifted her left foot up even more and folded it over the top of the sofa, causing Anna to gasp. He released her right ankle briefly and quickly worked on wrapping a looped rope around the left one, trapping her leg in place. Now her bare foot was firmly restrained hanging over the sofa by a looped rope around her ankle with its other end attached to the foot of the sofa. Anna pulled on the rope and found it equally restricting, forcing her leg to stay where he wanted it. Then she realized her other leg was still free and immediately focused her efforts on that one. She hated her exposed position and quickly shifted her hips towards the back of the couch. This gave her enough leverage to lift her right leg up and over her left one, closing her thighs and hiding her secret place from view. She even managed to slip the right foot under her left calf from the other side, tangling her legs together with grim satisfaction. She would not be exposed that easily! Mark hadn't expected her to preserve her modesty quite that way but it didn't matter. He knew he had already won and her resistance was insignificant. He stroked a hand down her tightly clenched calf, softly caressing the taut skin before resting his large hand on her leg and looking at her again. "You know this won't stop me for long, right? I guess you lost the battle little princess, only one limb is free, and only for a few extra seconds." Having said that, Mark gripped both of her ankles and firmly pulled her free leg from under the other. Even though Anna was using her full strength to keep her legs locked together, Mark was clearly in a better position and she could only delay the inevitable for a few second. He simply waited her out and when she tired herself, the rest was easy. Without releasing his grip on her left ankle, Mark pulled her right foot back down on the cushions of the couch. He licked his lips as he stood up while holding on to her ankle with one hand, fingers wrapped tightly around the slender limb preventing any kind of movement. Anna had lost the fight as well as exhausted herself, but she still tried putting up a bit of a fight as she squirmed and wriggled on the couch, pulling hard on her last free limb. It was a futile battle as another loop quickly wrapped around her ankle, stretching her leg as well as her body. Standing up, Mark's eyes gave a satisfied glint while his lips curved mischievously. He looked down at his captive admiring his handy work "Alright, not very tight, not very artistic, but you're restrained well enough for me to tease you as much as I want without your squirming getting in my way. I have to admire how you just don't give up however that won't help you with me." Cat and Mouse Ch. 02 Anna felt strangely proud of his praise even though she was now entirely in his hands. She also realized she was aroused by the situation. Here she was, all tied up for the first time in her life at the hands of her best friend. "Well, I always knew it would probably happen" she told herself. It was time to embrace her choice and try and enjoy her time. After all that was what she had come here for, what had caused her to reveal her curiosity to Mark - the interest of what it felt like to be tied up and vulnerable. Now she would be given that first BDSM experience from someone she trusted and who had agreed to take things slowly and respect her limits. Tugging on her wrists and ankles some more, she noticed a detail she had missed before - the rope was really soft. She craned her neck to look at the only rope she could see, the one around her ankle on the sofa. The rope was black! She had never seen a black rope before and looked questioningly at Mark "What kind of rope is this?" Mark raised his eyebrows as he looked down at her ankle and he reached down, softly wrapping his hand around her heel and tracing his finger around the rope "This, my dear, is a rope made specifically for tying up delicate girls like yourself. You can't expect me to use normal rope on your delicate skin, so I am only going to use this kind of rope. It's covered with silk to ensure it doesn't graze or bite into your skin when you tug on it - and I had the feeling you wouldn't just sit around and let me tie you up. I expected a lot of tugging and thus had to use a special rope to keep you comfortable and not hurt you." He smiled down at her as his fingers breezed over her calf "Silky skin like this only deserves to be tied with silk my dear." Anna blinked rapidly suddenly seizing all her struggles as she listened to his words. "Wow, he went through the trouble of getting such a rope, it really is comfortable. He has clearly thought this through more than I thought.' She looked up into his eyes and smiled, impressed that he had been thorough and cared about not hurting her. Then again she wasn't going to tell him that, so she started squirming again, tossing a "Yeah thanks mister" his way. He looked down at her and chuckled at her reaction, not missing her earlier expression betraying her thoughts "You're quite welcome my dear." He winked at her and then pulled a chair, sitting next to her. "Now first order of business is to get those pesky clothes out of the way." Anna stared at him in disbelief and froze as his hands reached for the hem of her skirt, drawing it up. "Hey, stop, you can't take off my clothes!!! Mark! You have to stop, this is not what we agreed on!!" Mark ignored her frantic commands and drew her skirt all the way up; then bundled it around her hips so it wouldn't slip down again. His lips curved as her lean milky thighs came into view once more, long and silky smooth, just begging to be licked and kissed. "I am not removing your clothes. You are still wearing the skirt, aren't you? So your rule isn't broken, is it." Anna stared at him dumbfounded and realized he was right! There was nothing in her rules that prevented him from exposing her! She had not thought Mark would work around her words that way and was angry at herself for not phrasing the rules with more care. She had definitely underestimated him and now it would cost her. Hearing no more objections, Mark's fingers reached in between her thighs and she squirmed, instinctively trying to close her legs, but the ropes didn't allow her to do it completely. She ended up squeezing his hand between her warm legs. He smiled at her, saying "What makes you think I want to remove my hand from there? You can trap my fingers between your legs all day, dear, and I really won't mind." His thumb and index finger locked around a little of the flesh high on her inner thigh and he pinched her. She blushed crimson at his comment and at the pinch, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She couldn't decide if she should relax her legs or not when he snickered as he pinched the exact same spot again drawing a yelp from her, before brushing his palm over her inner thighs. His other hand slid to her other thigh, spreading them with a gentle pressure so that the trapped hand would have more freedom. "Relax dear." Anna was very embarrassed due to his intimate touch yet she was also getting aroused by the gentle stroking of his fingers; he was slow and attentive and obviously knew what he was doing. She felt better seeing what he was doing but for that she had to hold her head up with her arms stretched over her head. After a short while her neck got tired and her head fell back on the couch. Now she could no longer see what Mark was doing and only felt it on her flushing skin. He leaned down and rested his mouth on her knee. His warm lips caressed her tender flesh and began drawing leisurely kisses around the silky skin. He paused for a moment to look into her eyes "You are delicious my dear." Meanwhile, the fingertips on her inner thighs strummed gently, then traced light, languid patterns across the skin. Back and forth, up and down, round and around with no particular destination or goal. Her thighs were a point of exploration for the moment, and he was taking his time to learn all there was, to discover the most sensitive spots, making mental notes to return to them later when persuading her to break her rules. Anna's breath was quickening at all the attention, event though the gentle touches she was receiving in the sensitive area of her inner thighs were feather light. His fingertips and lips continued to breeze across her legs making her breath flow shallow and quick. "Wow, I didn't expect this... Damn him, he knows just what he's doing to me and it's really starting to work!' She admitted to herself, but would have never said it out loud. Anna tried to hold on to her composure for as long as possible and continued squirming as well as trying to close her legs. As a result, Mark leaned back up from her legs and assured himself she will be begging for it later. After one last caress on her lovely thighs, Mark moved his hands to the hem of the red tank top and began lifting it up, drawing another protest from Anna. He only looked at her and reminded her of their previous conversation which effectively silenced her. Without missing a beat he drew the top over her bra, revealing her smooth well toned belly, sexy lingerie and her small breasts hidden underneath the flimsy garment. "Now, your skirt has gone down a little and that's not acceptable. With all your squirming, I am sure the top won't stay in place long either, so I will just have to do something about that." Anna raised her eyebrows, even though she now knew he wouldn't break the rules, only work around them. She watched him suspiciously as he stood up and her eyes widened when her sight was taken from her as a silk blindfold was wrapped around her eyes. "I think you've seen enough princess, it's now time to watch using your other senses . This is well known in BDSM, because taking away eye sight - and to a lesser degree hearing - enhances the sensitivity to touch., That is exactly what I want from you." Anna was listening intently and Mark's voice slightly calmed her. But then she was left sitting there in silence and her nerves reappeared. When nothing happened, she couldn't help but to squirm and tug on her bonds helplessly. Anna pondered his words, wondering what they meant and what he was planning to do – he had said something about keeping her clothes from covering her again. Anna twitched as she unexpectedly felt his fingers feathering the length of her neck. She felt the light touch on her always sensitive neck even stronger, sending little shivers of excitement down her spine. It was a bit scary and that only fed to the excitement she was feeling as she again waited in the dark. Soon, she gasped as she felt something like rope on her chest, just above her breasts. She mused that it had to be the same silky rope that she was tied with. She felt Mark's hand scoot under her, lifting her slightly off the sofa to pass the rope under her. She felt the rope tighten a bit, but not uncomfortably so. She couldn't see what was going on, but she could feel Mark's fingers pushing the hem of her top under the rope, careful to avoid touching her breasts. The rope ensured her top would stay up, leaving her bra exposed. She had already resigned herself to the fact that her clothes would do little to cover her so she had to resist the urge to grin as she felt Mark was bypassing the clothing rule rather effectively so far. What roused her curiosity was the way he was doing it. 'It seems he has experience in this as well!' She thought to herself and continued to listen intently, trying to catch any movement. Not that she could do anything about it - or would want to do anything about it just at the moment. Mark was enjoying working in silence, watching his captive's body language and expressions to make sure she was comfortable enough. He was paying close attention not to miss any sign that would tell him to stop. But so far, he knew there shouldn't be any - the bonds weren't tight, he used the softest rope he had and there were definitely worse places to be than on the thick cushion supporting her body. It helped keeping her relaxed and comfortable. When Anna felt another rope go around her belly, she fidgeted a bit, wondering what would be the point of this one. The rope looped around her waist twice, Mark's hand returning to lift her up for a moment to pass the rope underneath. Moments later, Anna gasped as she felt the rope being passed around her leg from underneath, causing it to rest right between her thighs. Then the same was done to her other thigh, drawing a figure eight. Finally, Mark tied the end of the rope to her right hip, securing it in place. She realized her skirt was trapped underneath the rope circling her waist, so Mark had not only ensured her panties stay exposed, but had also added a little extra touch. The rope between her thighs was a constant presence; thankfully it wasn't tight, but it still pressed lightly into her most sensitive skin through her silky panties which weren't really much of a barrier. Just then Anna couldn't decide if she should be impressed or worried about how Mark's mind worked. Having finished securing and exposing his lovely captive to a satisfying degree for the moment, Mark stood up and looked down at the girl lying down on the sofa. She was simply gorgeous with her top and skirt raised and then tied as high up as they can get, showing her sexy lingerie and leaving lots of silky skin exposed for his attention. He had seen her in a bikini many times, which would be a little more exposed than now, but this felt different, much more sensual and tempting. When she would sit beside him on the beach ,the most he could do was hug or pick her up and throw her in the water. Now they were in a completely different scene and he could do much more than that. Mark intended to make use of the limited time he had to tease and torment her to the best of his ability. Anna's sense of hearing had sharpened again when she no longer felt Mark's large hands on her body. She tensed a little, wondering what he was up to and whether he was going to add more rope to her body - though where she could not imagine. Minutes passed by and her tension increased. She couldn't sense Mark anywhere and started getting uncomfortable without him around, with the anticipation of what was to come. All of a sudden she felt Mark's lips on her belly and gasped. His lips trailed a line of soft open-mouthed kisses on her abdomen, concentrating their efforts on and around her belly button. His sensual touch awakened something deep inside her, his lips leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched. She squirmed, but Mark's hands seized her waist, lifting her body off the couch to meet his experienced lips. Mark enjoyed kissing Anna's well-toned abs very much, the skin on her belly was femininely soft yet firm. She clearly took care of her body to stay in shape. His tongue and lips swept over her skin slowly, thoroughly. He nibbled on the tender flesh just above her skirt and wandered up only to trail down again, keeping Anna guessing of his destination. She would never know if there was another purpose or if he was only going around in circles, just tasting her delicious body for as long as possible. Still, Anna felt very alive and her skin tingled wherever his lips or fingers stroked. She had never known she would enjoy receiving such lavish attention to her midriff – or her thighs for that matter – but it seemed Mark could teach her something new about her own body. Or at least her body in his hands. On his way up, Mark's lips were travelling dangerously close to her breasts and his hands were stroking her sides minimizing her struggles, keeping her arched towards him. This position was just perfect for playing with a woman's breasts, which was something he hadn't done so far, couldn't yet do. 'Not until she begs me,' he thought to himself as his lips skipped her pleasure orbs and landed on her chest, between her breasts and neck. His lips found the upper slopes of her breasts and began exploring her body with his lips again, skimming up to the slender column of her neck and causing her to gasp softly before reaching her earlobe, capturing it between teeth and nibbling gently on it for a few moments. Then his seductive voice captured her mind as the heat of his breath washed over her neck. "Such a sweet princess you are my dear. I am so going to enjoy you this weekend." His voice clearly carried sensuality coupled with mischief and promise for a lot more. Skin tingling from all the attention to her now sensitive body, Anna almost shivered when his lips wandered dangerously close to her breasts. She didn't really know whether she wanted it or not, but thinking was hard when Mark was commanding her to feel with his skilled lips gliding over her skin, leaving goose bumps in their wake and slowly building an ache between her legs. Soon his lips were again on her sensitive neck and then her earlobe causing her to tense more and more in anticipation. His words echoed in her head, reinforcing what his lips were doing to her. She was beginning to wonder what else could he possibly do to tease her so effectively. His lips left her throat again as one of his hands grabbed her waist, this time with a different grip than before. He was holding her stronger and firmer, making her wonder why he would need to clamp her waist like that. The answer came quickly when his fingers brushed her sides, tickling her. She normally wasn't really ticklish, but his lips had sensitized her skin so every touch was more intense. Her position also meant she couldn't squirm away from his fingers, she had to sit tight and take them. And take them she did, gallantly one may add. She breathed in deep, relaxing her body, but the fingers didn't stop. In fact Mark increased their pace, eventually causing her resistance to falter and the first batch of giggles to escape her lips. Once she started it was impossible to stop so they were followed by more and more until she was breathless with laughter while Mark's expert fingers played her ribs like piano keys. Mark listened to her laughter and grinned as he relived all he had done to the girl up till now. First the teasing and cautious time together, then catching her and holding her tight against the door, subduing his spirited lovely friend and managing to secure her tight to the sofa. He alsmot chuckled as he thought of exposing her almost completely and ensuring she stayed that way despite her rules. He truly loved having all that wonderful skin available to tease and seduce with his hands, lips and tongue. But now seduction was over as his mischievous side took over. She was responding to his tickling with the cutest giggling he had ever heard, combined with arousing squirming in earnest against his torturous fingers. Yet there was no escape, he had her in a tight grip and his fingers were dancing over her sides and belly without mercy. Anna had to learn that whatever he wanted - It would happen. His tickling lasted for a couple minutes and then he stopped, allowing her to catch her breath, surprised she hadn't begged or even asked him to stop once. 'She must have more ticklish spots,' he thought, and decided to find them, thinking her feet would be the next spot to check. He wanted her squirming , breathless and desperate; her feet could yield better results for that. Being blindfolded, Anna had no idea what was going on. She had to rely on the rather useless sense of hearing as Mark was very quiet and on the constantly changing feelings on her skin. There had been feathery touches with his hands, light scratching with fingers, pinching, soft kisses, licking, nibbling, and now tickling. She had no clue what would happen next and where, leaving her even more sensitive to whatever Mark chose to inflict upon her. She didn't have to wait long as she felt Mark's fingers on her right heel scratching gently, fingertips dancing on the soft skin, and she knew what was coming next. She didn't have to wait long as his digits glided upward, sliding to the much more sensitive arch and ball of her delicate bare foot. She couldn't stop herself from twitching that foot, making use of the little freedom allowed for her to move it from side to side trying to get away from the tickling fingers. Mark's hand persistently followed her foot around and this time she started giggling much quicker.. She normally liked having her feet tickled a little, especially when she could move her foot around a bit and generally escape tickling for short moments. Mark didn't seem to mind that, allowing her to move her foot from side to side while his fingers followed her around as his other hand rested on her calf, rubbing and stroking her gently. To Anna's disappointment, this gentle treatment didn't last long though as his hand left her calf and wrapped around her small foot instead, forcing it to stay in place. His other hand's stance changed as well, the tips of his fingernails resting on her sensitive sole instead of fingertips. The pace of the tickling increased as well, focusing mostly on her most sensitive spots that he had managed to find with the earlier gentle tickling. The playful tickling had quickly turned torturous! Mark's nails scratched along Anna's dainty foot while the other hand firmly held it in place in an unyielding grip. All her tugging and squirming didn't help her stop the tickling sensations causing her to laugh uncontrollably now as his nails scratched around her arch, the ball of her foot and the base of her cute little toes. She tried curling her toes and stretching her foot in a futile attempt to shield the sensitive skin from the merciless fingers, but nothing seemed to work. It didn't take long for her to give in and ask Mark to stop between her breathless laughter. But he simply ignored it, continuing his torture until Anna felt she could take it no more! Still she discovered she could, because Mark wasn't stopping no matter if she protested or not. Finally he mercifully stopped. Mark decided to give Anna a little break as she had asked him to stop a few times between bouts of hysterical laughter. She was out of breath and felt like his nails were still scratching her sole when in fact his fingers were now rubbing her foot, almost erasing the tickling sensations. Slowly catching her breath she cursed the restraints that allowed him to tickle torture her, becoming aware bondage could be more than just a pleasant experience. She didn't want any more of that! "Mark, you can't keep tickling me like that! There must be other things to do, right?" Cat and Mouse Ch. 02 Mark chuckled at her comment. "Well, we could go for a swim in the pool to cool off a little bit, but that means you'd have to put your bikini on. Or I guess I could just keep tickling you, it's really fun! Probably more for me than for you, though... Your feet really seem to be more ticklish than the rest of your body, don't they princess? I wonder how long it'll take for you to change your mind..." Hearing his request, she narrowed her eyes. Whatever was to come, he clearly wanted her almost naked, with the pesky top and skirt out of the way. Even if he had worked around them in a rather clever way, it seemed he would be content to torture her until she gave in and got rid of them completely. 'The bikini bottoms would at least cover me a bit more than this damned thong,' She mused, but that would also mean giving up and submitting to him when he was not really giving her a choice. She would be damned before that happened! But pride aside, what was the alternative? Being tickled for however long Mark decided didn't seem such a good idea to her, especially when he knew exactly how and where to tickle her to make her lose control. She had to admit she would probably give in before he was finished with her. Mark was giving her time to think over her options, his hands on her foot now a stark contrast to earlier, stroking and kneading the sensitive skin of her foot very gently. 'Mmm, he does give a pretty good foot rub... Is there anything he doesn't know how to do?? He's almost driving me crazy with all that!' She was distracted as she considered her options, being tickled to madness or getting in a bikini? The promise of swimming sounded good, and in her current state she was almost as exposed as if she were in a bikini, not to mention he had already seen her in a bikini multiple times. Only this time was different, he had free reign to tease and tie her up, making a bikini a bad or a good choice, depending on one's perspective. For Anna's seductive teasing personality it would be leaning towards being a great choice, if not for her suspicion about Mark's future plans. Somehow she had a feeling that being in a wet bikini could prove to be much worse for her, even if she couldn't see how. What to do?? Mark liked rubbing Anna's dainty foot almost as much as he had enjoyed tickling it; only he knew it would probably never convince her to get in a bikini. Forcing her to do that by tickle torture was exactly what she needed, especially when he demonstrated how nice it could be in comparison. He was watching her facial expressions as she was deep in thought and a wicked grin danced across his lips as he tried to read her and understand what was going through her mind. Either way, he knew she would end up in a bikini, by her choice or his. If she refused now, he would tickle her into submission, and he knew she wouldn't last long. He only tickled her foot in earnest for less than three minutes and she had already demanded he stop. He wondered how long she would last before begging for release in exchange for whatever he wanted. Anna's mind suddenly found what she considered a great escape! She could agree to change into a bikini now but when they got to her room she would have to be released in order to change so she could lock the door instead and let him know she wouldn't submit that easily. That was perfect! A way out of the situation and also Mark's clutches! She was confident she could gain Mark's trust with a cute, innocent look and since he couldn't undress her himself, then he would have to untie her. At the very least, it should give her the thrill of outwitting Mark. She had no doubt she'd end up caught again, but winning her freedom however temporary would give her great satisfaction. As she was thinking this over, she couldn't help but grin for a moment before she caught herself and returned her expression to normal, hoping Mark hadn't noticed. "Hmm... Well, okay, Mark, you win this one. Let's go swimming." She announced in a genuinely resigned tone, hoping to convince him of his victory so he would lower his guard. Mark wasn't fooled for a second. Unfortunately for her, he had been paying close attention to her expressions and had noticed her grin when she apparently found a solution or at least thought she did. His lips followed her own and curved into a grin as he decided to pay very close attention to her, but still let her do what she planned. It would be interesting to see whatever she came up with. Clearly, he also wanted to experience the thrill of the hunt again. Still, he planned to give her a hard time. "Alright princess, let's get you to your room then. Since you're my captive, I get to choose how you get there." Anna was confused at his comment, not really sure what he meant "I can just walk there?" Mark chuckled at her and ruffled her hair playfully "You're such a lovely girl my dear, but no, you won't be walking there. Or maybe you can, we'll see about that." He leaned down and bit her neck playfully drawing another gasp out of her and she squirmed, thinking another batch of teasing was at hand. Instead he untied the end of the rope holding her hands to the sofa. Anna was even more confused at that; her hands were still tied to each other but free to move now. She felt Mark's hand sliding under her back and pulling her into a sitting position putting his leg behind her back Her hopes of freedom didn't last long however as he took hold of the other end of the rope and her hands. He moved her hands firmly till they were almost touching her neck and then he wrapped the rope around her neck, coiling it around her slender throat a few times, all the while holding her hands in one hand while his leg remained behind her back to make sure she wouldn't go anywhere. After wrapping the rope around her neck, he tied the loose end around her wrists again, effectively gluing her wrists to her neck, rendering them just as useless as before. The new position was a little more comfortable and covered part of her neck, keeping it hidden from his continuous teasing. The rope around her neck wasn't tight, but if she tried moving her hands, it would tighten up. A fact Anna learned the hard way when she tested the new arrangement as soon as Mark's hands left hers. Anna was impressed yet very annoyed that she would choke herself if she tried to resist. Damn him! Mark continued working on her body, chuckling as the rope tightened for a moment before Anna moved her hands back in place. His hands moved to free the leg dangling over the sofa, keeping the rope around her ankle but untying the other end at the foot of the sofa. He pulled her left leg down, resting it right next to the other leg. He took firm hold of her ankles and pulled her feet together. His fingers then wrapped around her big toes forcing her feet to stay in place. The loose end of the rope was then wrapped around her ankles tightly, binding them together. As the knot was tied, he let go of her toes and untied the rope holding her other ankle to the sofa. He knew she was more than secure enough, but he still used the remaining rope to wrap around her thighs, just above her knees. Anna had barely tried squirming as she was still restrained very well – besides, she had to keep up the appearance of submitting not to alert Mark. Having been untied very briefly gave her no leverage when she was quickly tied up again. It was frustrating to be arranged like that while she was helpless to do anything about it, but at the same time, it was strangely arousing. She tested the new bonds, and found them no less tight than before. Still unable to see anything, she felt Mark's hand under her knees and back pulling her in a sitting position on the couch with her feet on the ground. She felt the soft texture of the carpet again brushing her soles and it seemed as if it had been forever since she last felt that. Before she could adjust to having her feet on the ground again, Mark's strong hands grabbed her waist and helped her up to a standing position - an awkward standing position with her ankles and knees tied together. His hands left her waist without a warning, causing her to teeter dangerously, almost falling over. She tensed, wondering what he was thinking leaving her like that, bound and blindfolded. She stayed like that for a good long minute and was about to call his name when his hands returned to her slender waist and his voice returned to her ears "I thought you said you were going to walk upstairs princess, whatever happened to that I wonder. Why don't you hop up there? You're a sports girl aren't you dear?" He chuckled and then pinched her cheeks to reinforce his comment about how helpless she was. Anna was fuming as he was making fun of her like that and really considered trying to hop to her room just to spite him, but with the blindfold on and her hands tied it didn't seem she would get far. It would be much harder than if all she had to contend with was rope around her ankles. Before she could formulate a reply however, she felt Mark's strong arms seize her; scooping her small body in his arms "I guess the princess would prefer to be carried upstairs, wouldn't she?" She wanted to snap at him and tell him to put her down, but she had to admit that she really did enjoy being carried like that. Mark's strong body made it seem so effortless! Not to mention how she liked resting her head on his broad chest which she did; content with being picked up like that and taken to her room. Even better with her limbs bound, causing her to rely on Mark for everything. It felt strangely arousing to completely lose control and become helpless like that – an utterly feminine feeling! But at the same time it was slightly scary and hurt her pride. Mark, on the other hand, was having a great time and definitely not having any second thoughts. Having the lovely, not to mention almost naked, Anna restrained and in his embrace as he carried her to her room so she would change into a bikini was almost too good to be true! But he was living it right at that moment and briefly wished it would never end. His hands were enjoying the soft feel of her skin, one hand rubbing the small of her back and the other stroking the back of her thigh. Anna enjoyed being carried up the stairs almost making the trip end too quickly. All too soon she found herself being lowered back to her feet. Her hands were quickly seized and freed from her neck, but only temporarily as she felt him draw the end of the rope up high forcing her to stand on tip toes again by the pressure on her wrists. Moments later, his hands left hers. Instinctively, she tried pulling her hands down, but found them stuck. Mark had tied the end of the rope to a small hinge he had installed in the door frame, but she didn't have to know that to know she wasn't going anywhere. "Sit tight princess, I am going to change into my swimming trunks." He gave her bottom a playful slap as he left her room to get changed, causing her to yelp and almost curse him. "Damn it Mark, you're starting to hurt me!!!" She wasn't hurt of course, but wanted him to feel sorry for her and stop spanking her every chance he got. Yet all she could hear as a response was Mark's retreating footsteps. Anna turned her head towards the sound, trying to hear what was going on. With nothing much to do, her mind turned to the day's events. Even before arriving she had known she would probably feel slightly aroused being all tied up, but she hadn't expected the feeling to be that strong. She had also not expected Mark to treat her differently than a friend, yet he did. What surprised her even more was that she didn't seem to mind, somehow it felt befitting the situation. He was really pretty creative, something that the rope between her legs was a constant reminder of, still causing her to blush slightly. She couldn't be sure though if she would ever look at Mark just the same way again, without imagining his lips on her belly or neck, without feeling a certain quiet dominance. One thing was clear, however – she wouldn't trade this experience for anything else! Except maybe Mark could've put her in a more comfortable position, she grumbled to herself. Her toes were starting to hurt and she felt more and more weight resting on her poor wrists. She hoped Mark would return soon!! Mark was quick while changing, returning to the stretched Anna in a couple minutes only to slap her bottom again "I am back my dear little captive, and I know I am not hurting you. This isn't the first time I have spanked a girl, and I know what I am doing to you barely even stings, so don't lie to me little one." He slapped her cute and almost bare bottom again much harder to emphasize his point that it hand't hurt before, but he could make it hurt if he so chose. Anna swung wildly before finding her balance again and yelped at the hard slap "Owwww, this hurts!!!" He chuckled at her reaction "Of course it hurts, I wanted to show you what a hard slap to your rear really feels like, as opposed to the gentle ones from earlier," he explained as he started untying her. He started by removing the ropes over her breasts and between her legs first, causing her top and skirt to fall back into place - sadly covering her beautiful body, but not for long. His hands next moved to her thighs and then her ankles, finally releasing the ties on her hands that had forced her to stay stretched on tip toes while he changed and untied her. Next her blindfold came off and he quickly pulled her into his chest, arms enclosing her small body and burying her head in his chest to shield her eyes from the light. His hand stroked her hair and the other snaked under her top to rub her lower back "Ok relax dear, you were blindfolded for some time, so better take it easy until your eyes get used to light again." Anna was relieved as the bonds were completely released one after the other and she felt free for the first time in ages. She curled her toes into the soft carpet as he released the blindfold and hugged her tight. She let herself melt in his arms, wondering why he was pulling her head so tight to his muscular chest. 'Muscular?' She thought to herself and suddenly realized she was hugging his almost-naked body, her head resting right on his skin. 'Nice!!' She admitted as she buried her head in his chest, keeping her eyes mostly closed to adjust to the light. She was amazed he actually thought about the comfort of her eyes and blocked them from the light with his body until she adjusted. She was really trusting him more and more with every little touch like that. She wasn't simply a toy for him, he was making sure to keep her comfortable and not hurt her - except with those cursed spankings! Kissing her cheek, Mark broke the hug hesitantly and allowed her to stand free. She was still trapped in the room with him blocking the exit. "Now, it's time to change into your bikini, but keep that thong on, don't use the bikini bottoms. I want your cute little butt to be in view while we swim." He grinned as his eyes gave a wicked glint and a hint of lust. She raised her eyebrow at his bold request and was about to announce she would not do anything of the kind! Not only would she look absolutely ridiculous and exposed, the silk in her underwear could be very well ruined by the pool's water! "Men! They really have NO clue, ugh!!!" she fumed. However, she quickly realized speaking out now could jeopardize her position and she bit her lip, trying to quickly calm herself and appear cooperative. She even put on her cutest smile and said "Well...... Alright, but I need some privacy to change, Mark, so leave the room please." Anna wasn't sure what his reaction would be to her request and was ready to run at the smallest hint of trouble. She tensed as he came a little closer, his expression calm as he nodded and took her hand gently guiding her to her bag "You can use the bathroom." "Damn, the bathroom! I hoped he would leave the room... Well, no matter, the bathroom has a lock, too!" Anna thought to herself but kept quiet and followed Mark. Mark left her to collect her bikini from the bag as he went to sit on her bed. "Will wait for you here, but don't take long, after all it's just changing a bra," he grinned as he leaned back on his elbows in a relaxed pose on the soft bed. Anna kept close watch on him as he flopped down on the bed. She looked at the door and back at him, to meet his calm gaze and a grin as he was well aware she was looking at the door. He didn't move a muscle, even though changing his stance could allow him better maneuvering if she decided to run. It was almost as if he was daring her to run. She had around the same distance to the door as he did. Also, she had the advantage of standing, and being completely free, although her legs were a little tired from all the squirming and struggling. Her other option was to hide in the bathroom, lock the door and sit there until Mark got bored and left. "That would probably take a very long time, though. And coming through the door was exactly how I got caught in the first place..." she was thinking to herself as she tried to decide what to do. The bratty girl in her wanted to run away and cause more trouble, while the sensual aroused girl wanted to be toyed with and be in Mark's hands. Anna turned towards Mark once more and found him closely watching her. She grinned and couldn't resist teasing him just a little. She slowly took an exaggerated big step backwards towards the door while looking him straight in the eyes. That way she would see the slightest change in Mark as well as show it was a game, not an escape. Her whole stance was daring Mark to react and come after her when there wasn't really a reason to, not yet anyway. When he didn't, she grinned wickedly at Mark, raising her eyebrow and challenging him with her look as she slowly reached for the white ribbon at the waistband of her skirt which prevented it from slipping down her hips. "What the heck, he has already seen me in my lingerie anyway," she mused and bit her lip as she slowly toyed with the ends, causing Mark's eyes to lower to her fingers. She tugged a little on the end of one tie, but not enough to give much slack. Then she chuckled and slowly turned a full circle to show her full outfit to Mark once more, gauging the distance to the doorway and making sure to move slightly closer to the door as she did so. When she was facing Mark again she saw he hadn't moved, only kept on watching her intently. Briefly forgetting the skirt she reached for the hem of her top instead and started to ever so slowly draw it up. First her belly came into view, then her waist and belly button, and yet she continued. She was putting up quite a show, teasing Mark, making him briefly forget about the bikini. When the hem of the top had almost reached her breasts she smiled seductively and turned around, looking at Mark over her shoulder. Her hands slowly drew the top even higher until finally, with her back turned towards Mark watching in disbelief, she completely pulled it off. With the top dangling from her fingers she gave Mark a knowing smile over her shoulder right before she dashed through the door and into Mark's room, shutting the door closed behind her with the top still tightly gripped in her hand.