6 comments/ 52564 views/ 9 favorites Don't Say It. By: J_Lovelace Kim didn't mean to cross a line. Her dad had a long week of work again. It seemed for as long as she could remember he worked long weeks as a broker and investor. She spent her weeks at college but whenever she could, Kim went home to stay with her dad on the weekends. Her mom picked up and left when she was a toddler and hadn't been seen since. Her dad worked and raised her himself. Kim was 21, her dad was turning 40. She always thought it was a shame that he spent his little free time working out and staying fit and never had a girlfriend to let enjoy it. Accidently Kim saw him not long ago... saw him stretched out on his bed asleep and naked. His tan body was long and hard in the dimly lit room. His dream must have been a good one, the woman of his dream, she imagined, was everything every man dreamt of but few ever had in their bed. As she looked on he reached down and took his throbbing body into his hand and slowly stroked it until his cock began convulsing and fired out streams of thick white come onto his chest and stomach. From this point on Kim found herself quietly passing by his room each day she was home. It kept the memory, either real or imagined, of her mother leaving them. She hated her for doing this to her dad. Kim wrestled in her mind over watching her dad but she couldn't shake the desire to watch him. That desire carried her by his room each morning. This morning worked out differently though. The long weekend worked out that she came home Wednesday night and was off for the summer. Doug worked out an internship for her at the firm so Kim would be able to spend the summer at home with her dad. While she was still in high school and living at home he would take a vacation each year but since she went to college he quit taking more than a few days off here and there. He was a free spirit for the next week though. Early Thursday morning Kim, barefoot, quietly tiptoed toward his room. The anticipation in her stomach resonated through her whole body. She stepped up to the partially closed door and peered through the crack, her mind focused on controlling her breathing. "Hey Kimmie." Came from directly behind her. Kim jumped, her voice betrayed her with a brief shriek. She turned to face her dad standing in the hall behind her. "What'cha up to?" "Oh my god! You scared the bjeezes out of me! I figured you were still in bed." "It's early. You can't sleep and were seeing if I was up?" Kim felt like her eyes would betray her anyway. She didn't usually insult her dad by lying to him although the temptation was there today. Still, she didn't know what to say. Kim timidly shrugged her shoulders. "You're usually up early when I'm home so I was just checking." "Listen Kimmie, we don't give each other bullshit, we don't lie to each other." "You're usually up early... I always come by to check." "I know." Her dad said pushing his door open and walking in to the large room. Kim followed. "I don't want to have this conversation Kimmie, I don't know what to say other than I don't want to have this conversation." "Okay. " "Are you going to be coming back in the morning?" "Yes." "and the next?" "Yes." "Why?" "Because being close makes me feel better. I like to watch you sleep." The fact was, Doug hadn't been with a woman since his wife left. It was in his eyes. He didn't answer. Dating was not an option. A busy week of long hours and giving Kim the time she needed as a child, doing the job of two parents didn't leave any time week after week. Doug imagined that next week or next month he'd be able to ask one of the many females that flirted with him in his building out for drinks or dinner but it never happened. The months turned into years. "I don't want your pity Kim. Women asked me out... Besides being there for you I didn't because it was a pity date... I don't need pity." The thought hadn't crossed her mind. "I never pitied you. I ..." she left her sentence unfinished. "I'm trying to understand Kim. You're at college... why not stay there some weekends? There's good parties and no doubt many guys of your choosing... I did everything I could as a dad, I'm not sure how to guide you on this one, you know guys at college and right or wrong, you can fill that need, your desire there." He said it almost as a question to ask why they were having this conversation. "That's not what I want. I'm managing a four point g.p.a. because I don't party. I study." "So you choose to stay at school over the weekend to party... I mean, you know, that's better than this, right? " Doug was flustered. Kim shrugged. "I want to be here." She motioned toward the chaise next to the window. Doug leaned against the foot of the bed. Kim sat down and leaned back comfortably on the chaise. "Kimmie, damn it. I don't know what to do with this. I'm your dad and these aren't conversations normal people have. I mean goddamnit, what if someone found out that you do this... that we've even had a conversation like this. You're going to be working with me this summer... a boundary has been crossed, things can't be undone once they're done. You are my daughter, I cherish our relationship and this isn't part of that relationship. You're all I've got..." Doug pleaded with his eyes." "It's always been that way dad. You have always been the perfect dad. I've messed it up. I'm sorry." "So what's this morning thing? Tell me about it." "I came by one morning and you were kind of asleep. You were stretched out on top of your covers and didn't have anything on. Your body was hard. As I watched, you began taking care of it and you came onto your stomach. I can't resist watching dad, I'm sorry. Sometimes that's all I can think about. The anticipation of watching you next time ..." "I don't know what to do Kim." "We're the same dad. I think we're the same." "It's up to me to make the right decisions." "We're cursed dad." Doug didn't say anything. "You raised a smart kid. You probably didn't want this but... we're just alike." Doug didn't say anything . Kim continued. Listening was all he could do. He would keep himself to himself, his daughter would do an internship and get on to her life. "You knew I was watching you." Kim said. "If I knew sweetheart, I wouldn't have..." "We don't lie to each other dad." Kim said. Doug just stood there looking into her eyes. The pause lasted more than a breath. "The morning that I stood and watched you, you were at my room. I saw you..." Kim paused "I was waiting for you. I saw you the time before that and the time before... I knew it excited me but you wanting to watch me didn't occur to me until I got up and followed you." Doug had no excuse to free himself. Kim was not a child that would believe some fabricated story. He was looking into the eyes of another adult, albeit one half his age, but another adult. Beaten, Doug shook his head "You had been in college for a couple years. I never saw you that way before and don't know why I did then. I was passing by your room and looked in on you like I've done since you were a baby. Nothing was different from the rest of the years. I just noticed you... and wished I could look at you without worrying about being caught. Your door was open a little as I passed by and I saw you lying on your bed." Doug shook his head grimacing with embarrassment and shame. "What did you see?" Kim wanted to hear it. "You were on top of your covers... you didn't have anything on." You assume too much dad. I was already thinking it... I was hoping for it. You didn't know that I knew you were there, one way or the other I would get my answer if I acted. You would either watch or walk away." "I watched?" Doug hoped she might question it or at least let him off. "Knowing you were standing there as I came was the most intense orgasm I'd ever had. It might have been my first orgasm. I had never felt anything like it before." "You usually leave your door cracked open. I don't know how you could be sure of anything outside your door." "I followed you once after watching me... I watched you go down the hall and into your room." she said. "I watched you stretch out on your bed and masturbate after watching me. I couldn't wuit thinking about watching you come on yourself... over and over in my mind." Doug's mind was reeling. Such a secret being ripped out of the shadows and into the light was too much to resolve. The old, safe reality he shared with his daughter and that she shared with him, what was real, what was an illusion meant to protect... Doug's reality was undergoing the equivalent of a mental earthquake and what was once his solid ground was being shifted without control and he was powerless to stop it. "You knew I was there?" He asked. "Yes. Always, I could hardly wait for it. I imagined that one day I'd do something right and you wouldn't be able to resist doing more than watching and come into my room... I wondered if you were dressed outside my door. I hoped I would open my eyes and you would be standing over me." Doug pleaded. "Maybe because it's incest sweetheart... dad's go to prison for the rest of their lives for raping their daughters. A daughter that gets his attention, plays with him... she asks for it and then doesn't like it when it actually happens and sends him off to jail." "You're the only person that has ever loved me dad. You can do anything you want to me and like it or not I'd never betray you." "I believe that honey but you're my daughter and want you or not, I never want to hurt you because I'm all you've got and you're all I've got and I can't damage us more than I already have. If it stayed a secret you'd outgrow me, these thoughts and feelings. It can still happen. "So what do we do?" Kim asked. "We go have breakfast." Doug said. "Seriously? We just walk away and go have breakfast?" "You have to consider down the road. You rely on me to make wise decisions for our family and something like this, down the road you're in therapy because something happened with your dad and all of a sudden it doesn't make sense to you, your life is forever changed, our relationship is gone... there are too many paths that can't be undone. You're asking therapists and friends why your dad would do this to you. I'm forever destroyed, you're forever destroyed. It's a bad path. What do you want from me Kimmie?" Kim took a thoughtful breath and let it out, the act somehow resolving the thoughts in her mind. "As I'm lying back right now... I keep wondering what you would do if I opened my robe. " "Please don't Kimmie. Please don't." Doug walked away from her and faced the wall. "Why are you trying so hard to push me?" Kim relented. "Okay. Then it's done. I'll be in my room." She turned and walked out. Kim pushed her door closed and sat on the bed. A few moments later there was a light knock on her door. "I'll pass on breakfast dad." "At least let me give you the menu." Kim slid off of her bed and opened the door. Doug was standing there naked, his body fully erect. He said nothing. His outstretched hand pushed the door wide open. "This is what happens when I see you. This is what happens when I know you're watching me. When I stand at your door and look at you on your bed, this is what I look like and I can hardly stand it. I savor every moment of seeing you and then I walk back to my room, leave my door open hoping you can see what you do to me and shoot streams of come with your image burned into my mind. " Kim looked at him. "So the question, what would you do if I opened my robe?" "I can't answer it. Too many things go through my mind. I think looking at you instead of some recent memory and masturbating with you watching..." Doug hesitated. "I have to hear it. I want to hear every thought you have..." Kim pleaded. "I think of my streams of come shooting onto you, I think of you sucking me, I think of being there when you open your eyes... I think of you seeing me standing in front of you like this, knowing that you know the truth. I'm thinking of doing it..." Doug gripped his cock and started stroking it. "...of doing this, right here." His breathing was shaky. "Stop dad. Please stop." Kim said reaching out and pulling his hand away. She walked to her bed and let her robe slide to the floor as she climbed on top. Sitting up she spread her legs and touched herself and looked at her dad in the doorway. Kim laid back and stretched out and then sat up as though she were waking up. Kim slid off of her bed and walked to Doug. "This is all exactly what I've thought of." She said. Kim dropped to her knees and sucked Doug's hard body. Doug cried out in ecstasy. Kim held his ass in her hands to pull his cock deep into her mouth and throat. Doug instinctively wove his fingers through her hair and held her head. Kim pulled away and looked up at him. "I would suck you until every last squirt was in my mouth. That's what I would do. What would you do?" "I would slide my cock into your pussy and fuck you until every last squirt was in your pussy." Kim began walking back toward her bed. "Not here Kimmie." Doug held out his hand. Kim walked to him, reached out and took it. He led her back to his room. Kim walked to the bed, climbed on top and spread her legs. Her pussy was throbbing. Doug held his body and watched his cock penetrate her. He slid all the way into her and thrust. Kim moaned, her pussy dripped. "Every last drop dad." Doug fucked Kim with all of the desire that he had been consumed with until his cock was streaming pulses of hot come into her body. He didn't stop. Doug fucked her pussy until his balls ached and the come had stopped. As they both watched, Doug slowly slid his wet cock out of her pussy and slid his finger on the underside of it forcing a stream out that ran onto her slit and down her ass. Doug and Kim got into his large shower and washed each other. They didn't bother with robes. The breakfast chatter was different than usual as well. "Dad..." "Yes?" "Will you lick my pussy and then fuck me some more?" Kim watched her dad get hard again right there. She sucked every last squirt out of it and swallowed like a good girl. Don't Say No Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. In a corner of a warehouse, I huddle in the dust, scared. My heart pounds against my breastbone. Boom, boom, boom. The adrenaline doesn't even course through my body anymore. All I feel is fatigue and pain. I don't even know where I am. Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. I shiver in the cold and whimper in fear as I hear his footsteps coming closer and closer. Why me? Why am I here? These are the questions that I keep repeating over and over in my mind. What did I ever do to deserve this? The first few days I was here, I tried. I swear, I tried to figure out why he picked me and where I was but I still don't know. Any minute now, he will come through the door. He's coming for me. Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. My heart races with the thought of what's about to happen. I don't know how, but I know he won't let me live after this visit. As morbid as it seems, that's actually a comfort to me. I know that I won't have to live with this anymore. I tried to stand, but I am too weak to move much. My arms are covered in burns and sores that reopen as I fell back against the wall. My hair is dirty and matted and my body is covered in blood. My first night here he took my clothes away. All the dried blood covering my body is my own. I am covered in cuts and scratches that have accumulated from the whole time I've been here. Three days. That's how long he's kept me locked up here. I miss my family; my momma and dad. I know you guys are looking for me. One day, you will find me. You have to! Oh God, he's at the door. If you ever read this Momma, I love you! I love you too Daddy! He's unlocking the door! I'm so scared. Please God, give me the strength to face him one last time. My heart is filling with dread. I have to go now, but I will see you in Heaven one day. I love everyone so much. Good-bye. ***** 3 Days Ago There she was. Across the room. She was dancing with her friends. How could she dance with her friends only hours after turning him down? Blood rushed to his head and his vision went red as he remembered the scene from earlier. "Hey Julie," he smiled at her as he entered the elevator behind her. "Oh, hi Mike," she murmured, looking down at the floor. Mike grinned real big. She must really like him if she couldn't even look at him out of embarrassment. "So how are you doing? How's things going for you?" He questioned her, wanting to know as much as possible about her. She was so beautiful, and he loved her. Her shiny black hair was cut into a cute pixie cut and her grey eyes were like storm clouds in June. Her body was petite and Mike couldn't help but imagine himself pounding relentlessly into her tiny body as she cried out for release. "Fine," came her short answer, jerking him out of his reverie. Why was she being so short? Mike's grin got even wider as he realized just how embarrassed she must really be. "That's good," he looked over at her to see that she was still looking down at her feet. "So I was thinking..." he started, but paused when he saw her ever so slightly inch away from him toward the wall. "Oh ho ho," he chuckled, stepping over to where she was. She pressed herself up against the wall further, looking frightened. "You like it against the wall? Well okay. I was hoping to ask you out first, but if you want to get freaky in an elevator, that's fine with me." His smile big, he pressed his body up against hers. "What are you doing?!" She shrieked. Mike reached over and hit the stop elevator button. Her fear escalated as he grinned lecherously at him. She put her hands against his chest and attempted to push him away from her body. "If you wanted my shirt off darling, all you had to do was ask," he said. Grabbing her wrists, he spread her arms out above her head, pressing his chest against her. The feel of her breasts against his body felt amazing. "Please," she begged. She just wanted him to stop. He took her beggin a different way however. "Okay, okay baby. If you can't wait even for a minute." Leaning down, ignoring her movements to get away, he pressed his mouth against hers. The more she struggled against his body, the more aroused he became. He nipped at his lower lip and shoved his tongue deep into her mouth as she gasped in pain. Mike pulled back away from her. His eyes were half closed. Julie took this opportunity to jerk herself out of his grip. She stumbled to the other side of the elevator, chest heaving. "Leave me the fuck alone you pervert." "What are you talking about sweetheart? How can I leave you alone when you so clearly want me. I can tell by the way you pressed yourself against me." He thought he had her. She could play all innocent if she wanted but it wouldn't do her any good. She had her back to the elevator control panel and hit the start elevator button before speaking. "I don't want you, you sick fuck. You're nasty and I didn't want that. You tried to rape me and you better just be glad that I'm not going to press charges." As the elevator doors dinged open, she walked out the doors, never once looking back at him. After that incident, he followed her home. He remembered the feel of her body against his and was determined to get that feeling again. No matter what it took. "You're mine bitch," he mumbled in the shadows. He sat and watched her for another few minutes. She was wearing a short black dress and she looked more gorgeous than ever. Her body was moving sensually while dancing with her friends. "I'm going to get you," he said to no one in particular before standing and heading across the room. ***** Julie wanted to put the whole incident with Mike in the elevator out of her head. She had always found the man creepy but she never thought that he would do something like that. She decided to go out with her friends and have a little fun. What she didn't expect was that halfway through her night, Mike would show up. She was already good and drunk, trying to let go of the horrifying events that had happened and to see him, well, it just made the night worse. She made her friends promise to stay with her for the rest of the night but it seems that they had forgotten their promises. She was standing alone in a corner hoping to avoid his eye. She had no such luck however. "Hey baby," he sneered, sidling up to her. "Funny seeing you here." "Leave me alone Mike," she said avoiding his eye. She tried to brush by him but stumbled in her drunken state. He caught her around the waist and pulled her soft body against his. He was already aroused and her breasts pressed against his chest caused him to harden even more. She gasped as she felt him stiffen against her stomach. "Let me go!" She said in a whisper, jerking against his grip. "I don't think so." Julie felt a sharp pain in her side and looked down and saw the needle sticking out of her side. Since they were in a corner, she didn't even have any hope that anybody had seen what had happened. "Oh you poor baby," he crooned, carefully leading her towards the exit. "I guess I have to take you home." Julie saw her friends looking for across the room right before her world went black. ***** Julie awoke slowly, her body feeling sore and tense as she tried to move. She sat up and looked around at her surroundings. She saw what looked like boxes, wooden crates. Looking down, she noticed that she was on a metal table. Beside her, weapons were laid out in perfect little rows. Knives, scalpels, even a branding iron. Whimpering, Julie slid down the table to the floor. Her feet were bare and the floor was cold and dirty. From the shadows, she heard a cold, chilling voice that she would never forget as long as she lived. Which actually may not be that long, she thought. "Glad to see you're awake." Mike emerged from the darkness to smile widely at her. "Mike? What happened? Why am I here?" She shot the questions at him quickly. Faster than she could catch, he walked forward and slapped her across the face. Her flesh stung as if burned and tears welled up in her eyes. She cried out in pain, causing him to deliver a blow to the other side of her face. She collapsed to the floor, crying. "I didn't give you permission to talk whore." His face was hard and cold. His usually kind blue eyes were like granite. Julie looked up at him from her position on the floor. She glared at him with fear and hatred in her eyes. Dirt and debris on the floor were digging into her soft skin so she attempted to stand. Mike, however, placed his foot on her back, pressing her harshly down to the floor. Pieces of glass and rock scratched her smooth skin, causing blood to well up from the injuries. She fought to keep from crying out again, not wanting to experience anymore pain. Her heart was pounding but she thought, foolishly, that if she did what he wanted then he would let her go. Removing his foot, he ordered her to stand. She fought to push herself up from the ground, her bones and body sore from the drugs and the floor. Finally, she managed to stand up in front of him, protectively crossing her arms across her stomach. Her makeup was smeared down her face and her hair was tangled and dirty from the ground. Mike however, still looked at her with arousal evident in his expression. All he saw was her body. He felt betrayed that she would not want him. She was a tease. A fucking whore and she deserved to pay for what she had done. Smiling maliciously he ordered her to take her clothes off. She opened her mouth to protest when he grabbed her roughly by the back of her head, pulling her face close to his. "Do it now or you will see exactly what happens when you piss me off. Now!" He ordered when she faltered slightly. Humiliated, Julie reached behind her and unzipped her dress. The now dirty and torn material slipped to the ground to pool at her feet. She was left standing in a black silk bra and a black silk thong. She placed her arms across her breasts, tears making tracks through the dirt on her face. Her lips were trembling along with her body. The warehouse was cold and she shivered violently. "Don't worry baby, I can keep you warm tonight." He bent down and picked up her dress, throwing it over his shoulder. "Your bra and panties next," he demanded. Her eyes went wide with fear and she sobbed a little harder as she reached behind her to undo her bra. Her breasts sprang free and wee devoured by his gaze. As she bent down to pull her panties down her legs her breasts swung forward. When she had handed over her undergarments he made her stand straight, her arms down at her sides with her legs spread apart. Her head was bowed in defeat as he took in the sight she made. Her breasts were big, standing tall on her chest, no sign of age causing gravity to pull them lower. Her stomach was flat and her waist small. Following the path down to the juncture of her thighs, he saw that she was smooth and hairless. "Ah, you groomed yourself just for me. I knew you wanted me. You're worse than a bitch in heat aren't you?" He asked, groaning as his dick hardened painfully in his pants. "You've been here, knocked out for about two days now. The drugs were stout." Her shock at how long she had been here was apparent. She wondered if anybody realized something was wrong, or if they all believed that she had simply shacked up with some guy. "Get on the table!" He demanded of her. She hurried to listen to him, hoping to avoid punishment. When she was spread out on the table, he tied her wrists and ankles down to the four corners. She struggled briefly before a sharp slap to the inside of her thigh made her stop. Her heart was beating so hard she thought he could hear it. She could barely breathe around her sobs at this point. Walking up to her head, he began to look at the weapons laid out on display. Holding up a lethal looking scalpel, he made sure she saw what he held before lowering the weapon to the top of her stomach, just above her navel. Her breath hitched in her chest as she saw and felt the cold steel touch her stomach. Her muscles clenched, and she started sobbing harder as she realized what he was going to do. Her fear descended like a vice to surround her heart and body. Pushing slightly, he ran the scalpel from the top of her navel, around her belly button, down to the top of her pubic mound. Her screams rang out in the silent room as he watched the blood blossom up from the shallow cut. He made sure that he cut shallow so that she wouldn't bleed out before he wanted her to. She continued to scream as he once more placed the scalpel to her skin. This time, he ran it from the top of one breast, down and across to the other. She began thrashing around on the table in an attempt to free herself. He enjoyed the sounds of her screaming, his dick was pulsing in his pants and he felt the throbs of arousal run through his body, causing his stomach to tighten. Next, he picked up a curved knife. Serrated, it was more for cooking, but it would serve his purpose here. While she continued to scream, he stuck the tip of the knife over and over into her forearms, watching the blood flow from the multiple stab wounds he had made. Her scream was not ending; instead it seemed as if she would never stop screaming. Her cries of pain were music to his ears. Putting the knife down, Mike grabbed a box of cigarettes from the little table. Lighting one up, he looked down at Julie. Her screams had subsided to sobs and whimpers of pain. Her body was covered in blood and dirt. Her eyes were squeezed shut as he looked at her filthy, naked body. He felt that he was close to the edge and wanted to cause a little more damage before letting her rest for the night. Pulling the cigarette out of his mouth, he placed the lit end next to her right cheek. Feeling the heat, she opened her eyes wide. Suddenly, he jabbed the lit end against her cheek, holding it there as she screamed aloud once again. He began to stick the end of his cigarette to various parts of her body, burning holes up and down her arms as well as on the insides of her thighs. As he pressed the cigarette one last time against the outside of one of her pussy lips, his dick shuddered in his pants as his orgasm overtook him. He gripped the insides of her thighs tightly, leaving black and blue handprints as he felt himself shudder with his release. Done with her for now, he untied her and left the room. ***** Awakening the same way as last time, Julie now remembered where she was. Her body was on fire. She rolled to the side and landed with a painful crash on the dirty floor. She screamed in pain as her body felt like it had been doused in gas and thrown in a fire. Slowly, she came back to her senses and began to crawl to one corner of the warehouse. Maybe if she could hide herself, he would leave her alone. After her painful crawl, she was exhausted and collapsed in a corner. One of the crates to her left was open and inside she spied children's journals prepared for shipment to the store. She reached inside the crate and began to write. ***** Present time When Mike walked back into the room, he immediately spotted Julie huddled in the far corner. Marching over to her, he picked her up by her hair, ignoring her cries, and dragged her back to the table. He dropped her in a heap at his feet as he pulled his shirt and pants off. Looking at her body, he could see the wounds he had inflicted yesterday. They looked to be infected and the sight of her suffering caused him to stiffen almost immediately. "You ready for this bitch? You're about to get the best fucking of your whore life," he snarled at her. He reached down and picked her up. Julie kept her eyes closed, she knew what was coming. She was about to die and she was resigned to her fate. Mike sat her on the table and spread her legs wide. He entered her in one swift thrust. He had brought lube with him so he slid in without any effort. As silent tears streaked down her face, he pounded in and out of her mercilessly. In his right hand he held a knife. As he thrust into her, he started slashing with the knife at any part of her body he could get to. She didn't have any fight left in her, but she screamed out as each blow landed on her body and face. Mike moaned out loud as each spurt of her blood landed on his naked body. The warmth of it pushed him to the edge. Looking at her face, all he saw was the deep furrows where his knife had cut through her silky skin. She deserved this, the tease. Taking the knife, he stabbed the tops of her thighs repeatedly as he was pushed over the edge into oblivion. As he shot rope after rope of his seed into her bruised, bloody, and battered body, her screams quieted as the life slipped out of her body. Finished, Mike pulled out of her and looked down. Her lifeless eyes stared up at him, her mouth wide in one final scream. Yes, she deserved everything he had given her. Calmly, Mike picked up his clothes and got redressed. Turning, he walked out of the abandoned warehouse that had not even been entered in years. Not since his father had died. "It's going to be put to good use now," he said, smiling as he left the grisly, erotic sight behind him to go search for a new play thing. Don't Say Stop Author's Note: Do not read further if it is illegal for you to do so. This story contains adults in sexual situations. If reading stories of reluctance, D/s, or stories containing gay male and anal play offends you, please hit the 'Back' button. This story is a prequel of sorts to the 'Lucy' storyline. However, I believe it is able to stand on it's own and I have decided to publish it thus. Thanks to my editor, Kira: especially for dealing with my brief and regular affairs with punctuation insanity! The Gauge was one of my irregular haunts - a dark club with plenty of corners for doing dark deeds. It was filled with the pulsing urgency of youth, most clad in black, most drinking red wine or absinthe, and all listening to the wailing cries of the goth rock gods. It was there I met Cody. I'd been scouting the floor for an hour, had given up and headed to the bar. To get there, I had to step carefully over the legs of young ones slumped up against walls, smoking and murmuring between themselves. Standing between two sets of legs, I was considering my path when a hand suddenly touched the leg of my leather pants. I looked down into the dark eyes of a young boy staring up very intently at me. "Let go," I said, putting all my command into my voice, and his arm dropped as though he'd been burnt. I didn't give the youth a second thought and made my way to the bar. As soon as the line waned I ordered myself a shot of vodka, the expensive one. "Would you buy me one, too?" I turned around and the dark-eyed youth was standing next to me, smiling nervously. I narrowed my eyes for a moment, then nodded at the bartender. Moments later drinks were in hand, the young one sniffing suspiciously at his. "This doesn't smell like vodka," he said, and I ignored his remark. "Budmo," I said quietly, downing the glass. He followed suit, and then almost choked on the drink. He was gasping in air, making the shock of alcohol worse, and the bartender and I both chuckled at him. "What's your name?" I asked, though I didn't really care. "Cody," the young one replied, staring at his empty glass. "Hm. How old are you, Cody?" "Twenty-one," he lied. I gave the boy an appraising glare, making him shift uncomfortably. "Come with me." With that, I grabbed him by the hand and pulled him towards the exit. The moment we left the dark, smoky rooms and entered the clear air of night I felt better. I gathered him under the streetlight to get a better look at him, my hand firmly holding his chin up to the light, and was unimpressed with the lines of black eye shadow he'd smeared around the doe-brown eyes that stared back at me. I gave him another 'hm', and still gripping his hand firmly, walked us to my car. "Where are you taking me?" he asked, stumbling in his combat boots. I clicked the alarm button on my car key and the orange lights of my silver Jaguar XJR went off, illuminating it nicely. "This is yours?" he asked, incredulously. "Get in." I didn't bother opening his door, instead swiftly got in the driver side and ignited the engine. A second later, the passenger door opened and the youth got in. Before he could bother with the seat belt, I pulled him by the neck to me and claimed his lips. Forcing his lips apart with my tongue, I tasted the vodka I'd bought him, mixed with cheap cigarettes and almost gagged. But his kissing was clumsy, inexperienced, and it made my mastering of his mouth all the sweeter. Just as abruptly, I let him go and he fell back against the car seat, panting. "I think I drank too much," he complained softly. "You will not be sick in my car." I warned him in a low voice, and changed gears, pulling us out of the carpark. I took a sideways glance at the boy's eyes, which were closed against the car's movements, and it worried me. "Cody," I said clearly, and his eyes snapped open. "Unzip my fly." He gasped, his dizziness instantly forgotten, and with skinny, trembling hands he reached over to do as he was told. His leaning over the gear-shift made me glad for the first time that I'd bought the automatic. I kept one hand on the wheel but lifted the other to rest across his shoulders, giving him better access. Within a few seconds, he accomplished his task, slipped a hand into the open entrance, and I felt his warm hands grasp my cock with an almost painful grip. He was watching me but I kept my eyes on the road, and only when he gave my growing member a few tentative strokes did I look at him. "Suck me," I ordered, and the boy's eyes widened so much he looked ghoulish. I returned my eyes to the road, but he was hesitating so I moved my hand from his shoulder to the back of his head and pushed his face closer to my eager organ. He was resisting the order, his head pushing back against my hand slightly. "Now," I growled, and all resistance from Cody melted away as his soft lips wrapped themselves around the head of my cock, making it jump. I lowered my hand to the back of his neck, and gently massaged the skin behind his ears while his warm tongue explored the head of my cock. Suddenly I felt teeth graze the underside of my shaft sharply, and I hissed, squeezing the skin under my fingers and pulled the boy off me by the back of his neck. "Keep your teeth to yourself," I seethed at him, taking my eyes off the road for a second to give him a stern glare. "I'm sorry," he stuttered wide-eyed, his hands braced against my thigh, "I- I didn't mean to." Part of me wanted to stop the car and kick the boy out, but another, wiser part of me realised what his mistake meant. "You've never done this before, have you?" I asked, letting a mean sneer show. Cody blushed and looked at his hands. "No," he whined softly. I laughed to myself then, and relieved him of the pinching pain my fingers were causing. "Then I'll teach you how. Start again." Cody dropped his face down to my crotch again and dipped his tongue out to gently lap around the head of my cock. The kitten licks were sweet and soft, the trademark move of a beginner. "Take it in," I urged, and again the wet heat of his mouth enclosed my rigid cock. "Flatten your tongue and press the tip to your bottom lip," I instructed. Cody did so, and my free hand moved down to the far side of his throat. There, I rubbed small circles under his adam's apple, forcing him to swallow and his mouth to produce more saliva. I could feel the build-up of it around my cock, the wetness providing Cody with the lubrication he was going to need. "Relax," I murmured, and Cody leaned in closer to me, his mouth slipping further down on my shaft. Without him realising it I moved my hand back up to the back of his head and pushed him down as hard as I could. Everything around my excited cock tightened instantly, the muscles in Cody's throat convulsing as he gagged on me. Just as quickly I let him go and he came back off me sputtering and coughing. Tears were spilled while he tried and failed to push his face away from my crotch with my hand still on the back of his head. Driving was becoming increasingly difficult, but we'd reached the highway and I couldn't stop, so I pulled to the slow lane and lifted my foot slightly off the accelerator. "Again," I commanded but Cody shook his head in my grasp, trying to twist away by bracing his hands against my thigh. "No, I can't!" "Again!" I ordered, louder this time and the boy whimpered, crumpling under the pressure my hand was putting on his head. As soon as the head of my throbbing cock was encased by his trembling lips, I returned my attention to the soothing circles I was rubbing under his adam's apple. "Relax your jaw," I said, and the boy moaned pitifully around my cock and the vibrations made me sigh in return. This time, with one hand gripping the base of my cock and the other pressed helplessly against my thigh, Cody didn't wait for my hand at the back of his head and started sliding his mouth down around my cock, sucking hungrily until he was halfway down. As soon as I could feel the back of his throat he swallowed, trying not to gag, and started to come back up. "No, Cody, keep going." He moaned again, but it was muffled by my large cock restricting his airway. I was losing patience quickly, and brought my hand to the back of his head, inciting another whimper from him. "Down," I ordered, and he slid his mouth further down my shaft. He was going to gag, and soon, but I was close, his fear, enthusiasm and inexperience mixing with the amazing sensation of ravaging his mouth and throat. Taking what I wanted, and leaving him wanting was a huge turn-on. I pushed his head up and down on my cock a few times, thrusting up with my hips as we sped along the highway, until I felt my balls tighten. I pushed his head down as far as I could on my cock. His fingers dug into my thighs, and he was making distressed noises, but it only pushed me over the edge. I felt the first spasm as I unleashed my cum down his throat, every muscle around my meat squeezing desperately, struggling for air, sucking everything I pumped out instead. Spent, and struggling to keep my eyes open, I pulled his mouth off my over-sensitised cock. To my surprise, the boy was unconscious, his head rolled on my lap. Feeling a wave of panic, I pressed a finger under his nose and was granted a gentle exhalation. Smiling to myself out of different kinds of relief, I drove home. With the car parked in the driveway, I gave the unconscious youth a quick glance as I moved him back into the passenger seat. I zipped my leather pants back up and got out. At the passenger side in a few strides, I opened the door wide. Still motionless, I felt around Cody's pockets until I found what I was looking for. Taking the wallet out of his coat pocket, I quickly scanned his ID card under the light of the front door. I was right; he was lying about his age but at least he was eighteen. I wondered mutely if he thought I'd have rejected him if he'd been honest about his age, which then made me wonder if he'd have rejected me if I'd told him my age. I unlocked and opened the front door to my home and then returned to Cody. He still hadn't stirred, and I carefully returned his wallet to the correct coat pocket. Giving the dark street a furtive glance to make sure no prying eyes were nearby, I lifted the young man out of the car, nudged the door shut, and walked us into the house. He would have been light and easy to carry if it weren't for the oversized trench-coat and combat boots. Cody's eye make-up looked horrific. The drying tear trails through the black eye-shadow made him look like a sleeping raccoon in my arms and I moved with purpose through my house to the bathroom. Balancing carefully I switched the light on, bathing the white tiled room in a warm yellow glow. "Where are we?" Cody was looking up at me through watery eyes and I put him down on his feet. "My home," I said, walking away to the shower. I turned the taps until the water was hot enough to create billows of steam, and then started to undress. Cody watched me take my shirt and pants off, taking in every inch of my body from where he stood frozen in place. "Cody." The young man hadn't heard me tell him to undress the first time, but saying his name snapped him out of his stupor. "Sorry, what?" "Take off your clothes and get in the shower," I repeated and turned away, leaning on the tiled wall of the shower to watch him. Blushing furiously and moving at a tormentingly slow pace, Cody took off one and then the other boot. I watched him mercilessly, and once he was completely naked, the black eye-shadow coupled with swollen, pink lips made him look incredibly comical. He had a good young body, broad across the shoulders and lean like me in the arms and legs, but shorter by about half a foot, and much paler. He stood like that, staring at his toes with his hands covering his privates, unwilling to move. "Cody, come here," I said, dampening the commanding tone I'd been using with him all night, "get under the water," I added, gesturing to myself. He looked at me uncertainly but tiptoed forward, and as soon as the heat of the water touched him he moaned appreciatively, pushing himself under the torrent to let it's heat soak into him. Slipping a hand around his bare waist, I pulled him close to me under the water and pushed myself against him so that his back was at the wall and our wet bodies were pressed against each other. "Close your eyes," I ordered softly, and he obeyed, his cock twitching between us. Dropping my gentle smile and giving the make-up the disgusted glare I'd been holding back all night, I lathered as much soap in my hands as I could and massaged it on his face, paying particular attention to his eyes. The bubbles quickly took on the dark tinge of the lifting eye-shadow and I pulled him into me and back under the shower-head and watched as the water washed the soap and make-up away. "Much better," I murmured, tracing a finger from his temple to his jaw. Cody stood still in my arms, his eyes closed to the torrent of water splashing his face and I kissed him then, pushing past his bruised lips with my tongue, ignoring his surprised gasp and his hardening erection. I slowly fucked his mouth with my tongue and gripped my hands around his arse, spreading his cheeks to run a finger down his exposed crack. Shocked, he pulled back, but as we were still entangled, I followed him to the shower wall. Without the make-up on, I could now see the young, innocent face in front of me, his chocolate eyes pleading. "Wait." My eyes shone disapproval at the way his hands were pushing my chest back. "What?" "I haven't, I don't," he started, making me smile. "Obviously, since your attempt at giving head was disastrous." Cody's blush deepened but he didn't say anything. "If you do what I tell you and follow direction nothing will hurt. But if I go too far tell me to stop and I will," I said gently, still raking my finger over his crack. He nodded but remained silent. "Tell me you understand, Cody." "I understand," he replied quickly, though his dark brown eyes were full of worry. I nodded, but frowned at him. "If you ask me to stop, we stop completely and I'll take you home." "I understand." "Get out and dry off," I said, and turned the shower off. "Then join me in the bedroom." I left him there, and towel in-hand walked to the bedroom. He could stew in his juices while I waited. I dried myself quickly and threw the towel over a chair. Sitting back against the headboard of my four poster canopy, I lazily looked over the items in my bedside drawer. I thought better than to scare him too quickly his first time and pulled only a small buttplug, lube, and a condom. I slicked the plug with lube, and then hid the tube with the condom under the pillow beside me and continued to wait, my patience starting to wear thin. Another minute passed, and I stood and strode to the doorway. Cody was standing in the hallway just out of view from the bed. "What are you doing?" I barked, making him jump. "N-Nothing!" "Come here," I directed, pointing at my feet, my other hand behind my back. He inched closer, closing the gap and I pulled him into me, pushing his head to my shoulder. He was clinging to me, his arms tight around my waist, his face pressed into my neck and I wondered how he'd ever managed to get as far as a nightclub. "I'm going to count down from five. I want you to relax and breathe as deeply as you can with every count," I said, returning my hand to his arse. He nodded into my neck, but didn't say anything. "Five." Cody breathed as deeply as he could and I put the hand holding the plug over one arse cheek, and rubbed a small circle against his virgin hole with my other. As he exhaled, I pressed him closer to me, and leaned back against the bedroom door. "Deeper. Four." Cody took another deep breath and relaxed further in my embrace. I continued stimulating his now well-oiled ring and pressed my finger very gently directly onto his twitching rosebud as I made circles. "Three." As he breathed in I pushed my finger into Cody's body until it was resting, squeezed tightly, just inside him. He tensed instantly but I left it there, unmoving, and when he instinctively relaxed on his exhale, I finally moved it slowly in and out. Goosebumps were raising up his backside. "Two." My finger continued to push in and out of Cody's sweet, tight hole as he breathed in as deeply as he could while trembling against me. Just as his inhale climaxed, I removed my finger and positioned the butt plug at his entrance. As he breathed out again I slid the small phallus into his body until the neck of it was nestled in his sphincter. "Oh god," he groaned into my shoulder, involuntarily rubbing against me. "One." But Cody hadn't heard. The buttplug was only a little longer and thicker than my finger but it was obviously more than he'd ever taken before. "Breathe, Cody," I ordered softly. I held the plug's base and made small circular motions that made him gasp and writhe in my arms. He was panting, his grip on my waist tightening. I pulled him back from me and stared into wide chocolate eyes. "Relax," I ordered, holding his face in my hand. "Now." Very soon, his fearful eyes glazed over, and Cody began breathing slowly again. "Good boy," I smiled, and pulled his head to my shoulder again. I was more than surprised he was able to fall into the lulled sense of acceptance so easily. Very gently I led him, wobbly-legged to the bed, and laid him down on his stomach over my lap so that his face was on my thigh but his legs were splayed out beside me. Without any warning I brought a flat hand down against his arse cheek, and he jumped as the plug jostled inside him, his haze broken. "What are you doing?" he whispered coarsely. I smiled down at his wide eyes. "I'm going to spank you until you make yourself cum." "But, the- I don't-" I didn't let him finish as I brought my hand down against his other arse cheek, making him yelp. There wasn't enough force to cause him pain, but the plug was being squeezed by his contracting anal passage every time. "Stop, please." I raised an eyebrow. "Do you want me to take you home? I haven't hurt you, have I?" Cody's whole body blushed. "No, it just makes the thing move," he replied, wiggling his pinkening arse a little. I played sudden understanding. "Oh," I said, pushing the base of the plug rhythmically into him. "You mean this?" "Ugh, yes," he hissed, throwing his head back and digging his fingers into my thigh as the plug was manipulated against his prostate gland. "Does it feel good?" I asked, stopping the movement at once. Cody's blush deepened. "Yes," he said softly, not willing to look me in the eye. "Tell me, what feels good?" I pressed, pulling his chin sideways to look at me. "The thing in my arse feels good," he replied, his sweet eyes pleading with me while he bit his bottom lip. "Do you want more?" "Yes, please." I held his chin firmly. "Yes, please, Sir," I corrected. "Yes, please, Sir," he repeated instantly. I smiled, let his chin go and rested my hand on his arse again. "Then do what I told you." Cody nibbled his bottom lip more, considered me for a moment and then gave my cock a lengthy glance. As I raised my eyebrow at him I raised my hand, just in the peripheral of his vision and he whimpered in anticipation. I watched him tentatively wrap one of his slender hands around his own twitching member. And then Cody did something I wasn't expecting. Just as he took hold of his own cock his other hand sneaked over and grasped mine. Don't Say Stop I was surprised, but suspicious through and through. Was he trying to still my hand from spanking? Was he trying to get me off now in an effort to dissuade me from sex? Dismissing the gentle squeezes he was bestowing on my member to the back of my mind, I focused instead on swatting his bare bottom every time he stroked his cock. With each smack his body jolted and a small moan escaped his lips, but he kept up his performance, his fisting quickening. I kept pace with him, relishing the sight of him in all his innocent splendour, speeding himself towards climax. He was still squeezing my cock, but he'd stopped moving his hand. I enjoyed the tight cocoon his fist made around my member, watching with increased interest as his climax took him. He held his breath as each spasm rocked through his trembling body, his cum shooting thin ropes onto my bedding. Dark brown eyes stared at me dazedly from where he lay on my thigh, blinking slowly. Not wanting to give him time to recover from his orgasm, I gestured him up. "Come here," I ordered, softly. He got to his hands and knees and avoiding his cum stains, crept up the bedding to where I sat leaning against the head of the bed. "Are, are you going to fuck me now?" he whispered quietly, "Sir?" I nodded, pleased with his lazy, mellow tone. Leaning forward I reached behind him, and with little resistance the butt-plug came out and Cody moaned softly, pushing his head into my chest. "Are you going to go slow?" I looked blandly at Cody, on his hands and knees over me, staring up at me with those wide chocolate eyes. "No," I growled quickly, putting my hands on either side of his hips and leaning up off the bed-head. "I'm going to fuck you so hard your first time, you won't be able to sit for a week and you'll never forget my face." The boy in my grip shook once violently, then froze completely where he was. I let my fierce expression relax into a warm smile. Sitting forward I gently kissed his trembling lips, savouring his fearful stare. "Of course I'll go slow, Cody, relax. Trust in me, yes?" I asked, pulling him back with me until he was crushed against me, our chests and our cocks touching. He giggled nervously then and I was charmed by his genuine smile. Lifting my knees, I pushed him further up my body and reached for the condom beside me. Ripping the packet open made his eyes lock on mine and he watched me, watching him as I slid the plastic sheath over my hard-on. "Give me your hand," I ordered, and he leaned back onto his hands and knees, holding a hand out to me. I squeezed out a good amount of lube into his palm and raised my eyebrows at him. "All over my cock," I said, when he gave me a lost expression, "and as far into your ass as you can." His blush deepened again, but he did what I told him, grasping my hard cock in his slippery hands, stroking and spreading the lube around. I closed my eyes and moaned for him, then opened them again when his hands left me. "It's going to hurt," he said softly and I nodded in agreement, only to realise I'd probably just looked at him a little too eagerly. "A little, but not for long," I reassured him, watching his hand disappear behind him. Guiding his free hand to his limp cock, I held his face in my other hand, and then pressed the head of my cock at his entrance. Moving my hand behind his neck I pulled him to me, crushing our lips together and pushed his hip down, thrusting up at the same time. He kissed me passionately, intent on focusing completely on worshiping my tongue, but couldn't stop the yelp that echoed into my mouth as I finally breached his body. Even stretching and preparing him beforehand didn't do much to stop his anal passage squeezing my cock so hard it hurt. I let him pull back from the kiss; he had no idea that leaning back pushed me further into his body and I relished the tight heat that encompassed my member. His eyes were squeezed shut; he was tense, even post-orgasm and he breathed heavily onto my chest. "Push down, Cody," I ordered softly, but he only groaned again, falling forward, pushing his face into my neck. "I-I can't, it's too much, please, I want to stop, please stop," he begged, his body tightening more against me. "No, no, Cody. We're not stopping now." "But it hurts." "Then push down." "No. It's dirty." "It is not," I sighed, willing my hands not to do it for him. "It will feel better, but the more you tense now, the more it will hurt later." Instead of forcing him to completely take me, I focused my itching fingers to his nipples and gently squeezed them, manipulating the small nubs between thumb and index finger. His body began reacting to the teasing - relaxing as I let go, and then tensing against the pinches, and every time he relaxed I flexed my cock inside him, feeling the sheath slip further down onto me. "Give me your lips," I murmured, and smiled when soft trembling lips found mine even though his eyes were still closed. I kissed him softly, gently, my hands gliding down his chest and stomach to his hips. Tangling my legs around his and not letting him pull away from my kiss, I rolled us over and bent an elbow under his knee to pull his leg up to his chest, opening him up further for me. "Hanh!" I pushed into him, slowly and steadily until I was almost halfway inside him. Just as I stopped he tensed again, squeezing my cock, but it felt better this way, him underneath me, held down with little choice but to stare up at me, barely an inch between our faces. "Relax," I smiled into another gentle kiss. "Bear down on me." Biting his lip again, Cody kept his eyes closed and finally did what he was told and relaxed, pushing down, letting his body take me further inside him. "God," he panted, frowning and clutching my shoulders, "you're so big." I laughed - I couldn't help it, he was so sweet; even kissing his forehead and holding his lips close to my shoulder, I couldn't see that his innocence was charming me more and more. "Urgh, don't do that, it feels weird!" "Mhm. I'm going to move now, Cody. Stay relaxed like this, okay?" Instead of berating him for not answering properly, I let him nod under me. My eyes never left his chest and every time he exhaled, I thrust into him, a little more each time, going deeper until I was fully enveloped by his tight channel. When I couldn't reach further into his hot arse with my cock, I stayed still. With my free hand, I encompassed his tightened ballsac, while with my other I continued to hold his hips still. "Please." "Please, what?" I asked, cocking my head to the side and watching him bury his face into my collar, his ears bright pink. His inner muscles squeezed me tighter in response, letting go again just as quickly when I flexed my member inside him. "Hah! Please, please do something, move, or-" "-or what? How about I stay still and let you do all the work? Squeeze again." "No, no I can't," he whimpered, even as his muscles squeezed in protest against me again. "Please, I can't do it, please, let me go." "No more pleading, Cody," I murmured, pressing my lips to his tightly shut eyelids. "All you have to do is let go now, okay? Trust me." Arms wrapped around my back as Cody dug his fingers in. Taking this and his shaky exhalation as an indication to go on, I released his tightened sac and pulled on his cock. At the same time I withdrew mine from his channel, moving excruciatingly slow. Melting further into the mattress, Cody moaned, helpless as I fucked him at that slow, languid pace, my eyes always on his face, watching his cute reaction every time I grazed his inner sweet spot with my cock, taking in the moans as I stroked him in time with my thrusts. Capturing his swollen lips with mine again, I sucked his tongue into my mouth and watched him open and roll his eyes back while I continued my assault on his senses. As I moved within him his body gave way, letting me thrust deeper and faster inside his hot canal. Tightening my grip on his cock, I began fisting him more swiftly, pulling and squeezing his shaft relentlessly while I pounded harder into him. "Ah!" he gasped, pulling away and beginning to tremble and grasp at any part of me he could hold onto, "God, I'm going to cum!" Thrusting deep, his squeezing channel took me past the edge and I came hard, fucking into his ass while he shot his load between us. Cody was beyond spent, his limbs falling limply to his sides. Pulling gently out of his body, I checked for any traces of blood and finding none, freed my cock of the filled condom. Grabbing my cold, half-wet towel, I wiped my chest then his to quiet moans of discontent. Tossing it aside once he was clean, I pulled the boy's body up against mine and wrapped my arms around him, pulling the blanket up to his shoulders. He fit well in my embrace; his head was just at the right height for me to rest my cheek in his messy brown hair while he dozed against my chest. "Tell me something, Cody," I muttered, brushing the dark locks around his ear. He hummed sleepily at my chest to let me know he was listening. "Why did you touch my cock when I told you to masturbate?" It had gnawed at me, but I'd be returning him home soon and wanted to know why before never having the chance to ask again. "'Cause," he murmured back slowly, "I wanted to feel you get hard watching me." I smiled, realising I quite liked the innocence in his movements and determined that I would continue to see him ; it had absolutely nothing to do with me being under his spell. I let him sleep in my arms for two hours. Giving the spent young man a curious look, I ran a finger up his spine, making him shiver. Slowly, his dark brown eyes opened, and focused on mine. "Time to go," I whispered softly. I helped the boy dress, annoyed that I was putting him back in the clothes that smelled like cigarette smoke and sour wine. I dressed myself, watching him sit yawning wearily on the edge of the bed and then led him by the hand to my car, grabbing keys and switching off lights as I went. Twenty minutes down the road and he rolled his head toward me as I drove, his eyes still barely open. His deep breathing was making me feel far too relaxed. "Where are you taking me?" "Home." "Can't I stay with you?" I frowned. "No." "How do you know where my house is?" he asked, touching my thigh. The touch didn't go unnoticed and it irritated me, but I left him be. A thought occurred to me, making me shiver uncomfortably from when I was finding out his age earlier. "Your ID isn't fake, is it?" Cody shook his head. "Then I know where to take you," I replied smoothly, sighing to myself. "I don't want to go home," he said in a small voice and I felt a second of pity for the boy. "I hate it there." Looking sideways at him for a moment, curled up in my passenger seat, I clicked my tongue. "If you promise to smile and behave, and stop wearing that god awful make-up, then I'll call," I said, and his eyes widened. "Promise?" I laughed. "Six hours ago you were begging me to leave you alone," I countered and the boy blushed. "But will you? Promise?" he asked, when I looked at him blankly. "I won't be as gentle with you as I was tonight. If you want to see me again, I will do things to your body you've never imagined, and it won't all feel good," I warned; it was only fair. Cody was shaking his head and I calmly accepted his refusal. "I know and I don't care," he said, surprising me a little. I glanced from the road to him again for a moment, then looked back. "Then I'll keep my word. Give me your phone." Cody felt around in his coat pocket before handing me his small cellphone. Very quickly I dialed myself on the phone, waited for the vibrations in my pants pocket and then hung up again. Before giving it back to him, I erased the outgoing call from his log. I didn't need him trying to call me before I was ready. "There." He looked at the screen on his phone for a moment, before turning to me once more. "Your name's Nik," He commented with a raised eyebrow. A stern glance in his direction was all I needed to do to have him correct himself, "Sir." As I drove on I smiled to myself. I would definitely have him again and next time I won't hold back. Don't Say You're Sorry It was late and I was tired. I had taken a test earlier that day which had gone badly and I was still angry about that. I'd gotten home just in time to witness a raging fight between my roommate and her boyfriend, after which they just made up and went back to his place. Probably for a fuck fest. I gave up on that midnight snack I wanted and decided to go to sleep. Hell I figured, it had to be better in the morning. Before I got into bed though I wanted to check my email, something I'd not had a chance to do all day. After dialing up, I finally saw the message you'd left hours ago. You'd wished me good luck and asked if I wanted to get together afterwards. I was completely bummed, perfect end to a perfect day. Here its been days since you'd lifted your nose out of your latest project and I'd blown it. "Fuck!" I mumbled to myself as I wrote an apology, not wanting to call so late. 'I miss you, ' I wrote, 'and really wish we could have gotten together.' Sighing I logged off and sat at my desk, closed my eyes and thought of you. You had wrapped me around your finger the first time we sat down and talked and most of the time just thinking about you turned me on. Heaving another sigh, I got up, stripped my clothes off and went to bed. As much as I missed you I was so tired I didn't even want to consider masturbation, and so, I slept. I must have dreamt of you because sometime later I awoke, thinking of you and realizing that I was very turned on. I smiled and tried to remember just what we'd been doing to get me so wet. I kind of chuckled as I realized I could not remember and then I stretched out across my bed. Or at least I tried to stretch out. My arms could not move!! Frantically I looked over my shoulder to the right, and in the darkness I could just see the gleam of silver. I tugged and could feel the metal bite into my skin, and I knew I'd been handcuffed. A quick glance to the left showed the same. About then I heard the flick of a lighter and saw one of my many candles being lit, of course, by you. You looked down on me, with that menacing glare, which I think you have perfected, and did not smile. "So, you're sorry, huh?" Your voice is low and harsh. "You know I am, I didn't get that message till after 11, you know how much I miss you" I am still slightly freaked out by this whole thing with the handcuffs. "Maybe we should find out just how sorry you are then" And you reach down and pull my comforter off my naked body. As the cold air strikes my body I twitch and seek to burrow back down to hide myself. "Oh no, now that's not very nice," and with a wicked leer you grab one of my ankles, and I see you are holding the tie off one of my robes. Now I am not a weak little girl, but I'm no match for you, especially when you are so determined and within a few minutes you've got both legs tied. For the first time since I've known you, I'm intimidated. You look so serious you almost seem angry, as you look down upon me, bound, spread-eagle and naked across my bed. I squirm some, checking the ties on my feet, knowing my hands were not moving anytime soon. "Ummm, can I ask, what the fuck is going on??" Your glance at my face is disinterested but you reply, "No." Deflated I respond only with, "oh" You sit down, near my hip and begin to stroke my stomach, somewhat like on would a cat, I, however, am not yet inclined to purr. You reach over to my desk to grab something. Its black, which doesn't tell me much since both of us have so many black things, but then you drape it over my breasts and trail it across me. Then I realize its a scarf of mine. A very long, silk, scarf that you can't quite see through. My breath catches and I feel my heart start to beat faster. The pattern of the night starts to become clear to me. Tenderly, you twine the scarf around your hands before placing it over my eyes and tie it tight enough to stay. "Now, this scarf is plenty long to use as a gag too, but since I like your pretty mouth, I'm not going too...yet. So play nice, tiger" You sound so smug, I can imagine the grin on your face and your dimples that I always love to kiss. Running a hand down my body I can feel you rise and then walk out of the room. As if it was a signal I began to struggle, trying to be quiet but also trying to remove any of my bonds. I rubbed my head along the pillows trying to work my blindfold loose but you'd tied it well. Suddenly I heard a low laugh and I wondered if you'd been standing there watching from the doorway the entire time. After a few minutes of forcing myself to control the urge to struggle, the bed sagged between my legs. I felt your fingers on my ankle lingering briefly before running upward to my knee. There you paused again, as if testing the softness of my skin. Again you moved upward to the top of my thigh. All this time I'd been forcing myself to breath normal and to not react. I was refusing to give you anything without a fight. "What do we have here?" you asked, sounding amused. "A little tiger in heat?" Without warning you ran one finger lightly over my wet pussy. The electricity of your touch added to the surprise was more than I'd have guessed and my breath hissed out of me and a tremor shook me. "Ah yes, she is in heat, just look at how hot, how wet she is. Been thinking nasty thoughts, my slave?" All during this you kept touching me, Lightly taunting me with my own desire and with your silky voice. "So, do you masturbate with your right hand or your left?" "What?" Even to me I sounded shocked. "You heard me just fine" and you pinched my inner thigh, hard enough to make me wince. "Right." I spoke quickly, I didn't want to see you mad at me. Suddenly you moved and then I heard the key in the lock of my right handcuff and then I had one arm free. I flexed my wrist checking for bruises. You laughed, took my hand and placed it on my abdomen. "Now, little cat, I want to watch you touch yourself. I want to see you come, see how you do it. Maybe take some notes." I could feel the muscles under my hand begin tighten as I heard your words, spoken so close to my ear. With a sigh I ran my hand down my thigh and up to slide into the wet warmth of myself. He'd been right, I was more than wet and I slid my first two fingers through it, getting them good and wet before touching my clit for the first time. This sent a jolt through my entire body and I took a deep breath. Quickly I found a rhythm, knowing it would not take long. I was so hot, my head turned on the pillow, back and forth, seeking what I could not see, you. Time and time again I stroked delicate fingers over my clit, stopping only to keep my fingers wet with my own lube. My breath started to get irregular as I could feel my orgasm coiling inside of me. My hips started to lift off the bed as if to beg you to enter me. And finally amid gasps and moans I managed to whisper, "I'm coming...." and my back arched and I let out a sobbing sort of cry and then relaxed again on the bed. Then I felt your hand on my wrist as you raised it to be locked again. Temporarily too relaxed to fight anything, I let you. Then I felt your hot mouth closing over each of my fingers, slowly, in turn, licking them clean of my come. And once again I felt desire wrap around me. I was confused, tired and turned on and wanted to know where the hell this was all going. "What are you going to do now?" My head moved back and forth seeking you. I feel your fingers trail over my face, feeling the texture of the smooth scarf and my skin. You stroked me with butterfly touches. Sending chills through my body. My mouth came open and I touched my tongue to my lower lip, licking it, trying to taste your skin, but your fingers danced away and stroked down the column of my throat. It was as if you were not even touching me, so light it was. It seemed as if you were pushing the air against me and it made my skin come alive. You slowly worked your way down my body lingering on my breasts and nipples. Then tested my stomach by touching my belly button, almost tickling. After what seemed like hours you retraced this path with your mouth and warm tongue "Fuck, are you trying to drive me crazy? Get me out of these damn handcuffs and let me touch you, taste you...please??" "Shh, baby, this one is yours and there is no getting out of it, no turning the tables like you usually do when it feels too good." Your voice is mellow but seemed somewhat hungry. Suddenly I felt something different touch me, something cool and smooth. "What is i...?" Your hand goes over my mouth to silence me. Thwack! I heard it before I really felt it, It was my belt, the one I'd chosen for the most supple leather I'd been able to find. It stung though you had certainly not swung it very hard. Like a hot tongue you used it to set tiny little fires along my legs and stomach, being careful to avoid the most sensitive parts of me. Soon I felt as if I was on fire and could take no more "Please" I said, and immediately you stopped. Your mouth dropped to cover one of the many hot spots on me, licking away the heat in my skin. It seemed to me as if there was nothing else in my world except you. Then your mouth was on my neck and your teeth biting into me. About then I thought I was going to pass out. Every nerve in my body was on fire and directly connected to my cunt it seemed. Your teeth continued to work over my neck, then to my ears and onto my nipples. At this point I finally decided that begging was in order. "Oh please, you can't keep doing this to me, you've got to stop, or at least fuck me, let me feel you inside of me, please, " by this time my breath was catching in my throat and I was writhing within my confined range of motion. Suddenly you laughed as though all this time you'd not cared, not been waiting for me to say something to that effect. "Since you manage to ask, so eloquently, my little tiger, I suppose I can go along with that." I feel your hands on my legs, quickly untying my feet and you then slide upward along my body and I press against you, feeling that you are also naked. I twine my legs around you, wordlessly asking for you to come even closer. At the moment you begin to enter me you tear off my blindfold and finally give me the kiss I'd been longing for. Your face is so close to mine, your eyes full of desire and tenderness. A strange mix it seems to me, but our bodies begin to move together and you fill me with your hard cock and once again the world begins to go away. I moan, wrap my legs around you even tighter and urge you even deeper inside of me. "Fuck me, oh please, just do it” My breath comes out of me in gasps and I wish I could hold you and I realize I've been tugging at the handcuffs, trying to get to you. My world begins to fade around the edges as I feel myself spin and I come again, and it seemed to go on forever. "0h yes, yes. Come with me!" We are lunging together, roughly and frantically and I can tell by your face and breath that you might come with me yet. "Yes, yes, let go, " I urge you. I feel you begin to tighten in me and then I can feel your cock twitching hard, right against my g-spot and then I know we really are together. After a few minutes we come back to each other, out of our narcissism, and slowly you move to release my arms. They are stiff but I wrap around you and run my nails across your back, just for fun. You shiver and I laugh and look at you. "By the way, have I said, thank you?" We laugh together and slowly sink into each others arms and from there into slumber.