0 comments/ 320400 views/ 93 favorites A Binding Friendship By: LadySherotica The silence was deafening. Where was I? How long had I been here? More importantly, where was he? I knew he was there in the room, just watching me as I lay on the bed. He hadn't spoken since his last instructions: "Do not move until I tell you to." As if I could in my present predicament, my hands bound together and roped to the headboard, my legs spread wide apart and tied to each corner of the footboard. I was laying face down, my hot cheek against cool sheets and a blindfold completed the picture. I was wearing only my white lace panties, all my clothes shed at his hands before he placed me here. How had this happened to me? The evening had begun well enough. My friend, Patrick had invited me out to dinner at a favorite restaurant. We were good friends and had a lot of fun together so I was looking forward to it. As well as enjoying good communication, there was just enough sexual tension to make it interesting. Many of our conversations ended up being about sex eventually and it was exciting to be able to tell a man all my secrets, what I thought was sexy and not worry about him jumping me at the end of the evening. Yet, given the right encouragement, I felt I would certainly enjoy sex with him. I had dressed in a very feminine sundress, strapless sandals and just a little make-up. It was a warm evening so I decided on just a simple pair of white lace panties, no bra or hose. I enjoyed the feeling of going without a bra, my nipples rubbing against the material was very sensual without being blatantly sexual. I didn't do it often as my full double D cups needed full support, but the dress was snug and would afford me some support. I knew that at some point in the evening, our conversation would take a turn and I wondered if Patrick would notice them hardening or if he would do anything about it. I grinned to myself as I applied a light lipstick and wondered if I would let him. Dinner was great, the conversation stimulating and I enjoyed being with Patrick. He has a way of making you his total focus, turning others in the room to meaningless blurs that occasionally make necessary forays into your vision. We joked and laughed as our conversation ran the gamut from new movies to very bad jokes. I was enjoying a second glass of wine and a perfectly done steak when Patrick turned the conversation, so adroitly that I didn't even realize we had wandered down the path to sexual desires. I didn't mind his total focus, even though I might have felt un-nerved had someone else watched my face so intently. "Well, of course I have fantasies, doesn't everyone?" I laughed and took another sip, feeling pleasantly warm and relaxed. "Yes, I know," he smiled and topped my glass from the bottle on the table. "But, when you're alone and very excited and need that release, what do you fantasize about? What is it that really gets the juices flowing, so to speak?" he finished, with a grin at the double meaning. I laughed, running a finger around my glass as I thought. Then I shrugged, thinking "why the hell not?" and decided to see where this would go. "Hmmmmm what gets my .... juices ... flowing?" grinning at him at the phrase. Patrick chuckled and leaned forward, giving me his total attention, encouraging me to go on. "I'll tell you what really gets me hot all over is being forced into sex" I laughed lightly to cover the darkness of the thought. I glanced up at Patrick to see him watching me intently, even speculatively. I wondered how he'd look if I told him that my belly began tingling at the words I spoke and I could feel the warmth emanating from my pussy. I shifted in my chair, parting my legs a little, feeling the rush of cool air against my panties immediately. I nervously took another sip and then continued: "I think most women, if they admitted it, would say they felt the same. It's intoxicating to think of someone taking your control away briefly," I leaned forward, warming to the subject. "I am in control of every aspect of my life. My job is great with no major bumps, I have friends," smiling up at Patrick, who returned my smile, "that I love to be with and my life is planned and running smoothly. I'm the good girl of every group!" Laughing at myself a little, I took another sip of the delicious wine. I knew I was feeling the buzz, but I still felt in control of myself and allowed Patrick to top the glass off again. "Even sex is safe with me." I gazed at the table, considering my words carefully. "I don't take chances much. Oh, I mean, it's not like I insist on missionary position only or anything," I laughed, aware of my red cheeks. "But I admit that I'm not all that adventurous and somewhat reluctant to try new things. Sex is just," I looked for the right word, then looked him in the eye and smiled. "Pleasant and safe." He grinned in acknowledgement though his eyes told me he was taking it all in. "The thought of a man, bigger, more powerful, grabbing me off the street, restraining me and then taking me, even using me for his own pleasure just excites the hell out of me." I looked into Patrick's thoughtful gaze again, trying to see if he understood. He tapped a finger across his mouth lightly, pensively, and then spoke: "You want him to take the control, but also the responsibility out of your hands. You want him to force you to do all the 'bad girl' things you've thought about, but never done. You want him to bare your soul and leave you truly naked." My mouth dropped as he spoke and I snapped it shut, stammering a little, "Well, no, no, it's more about the sex. God, Patrick!" I shook my head and laughed, trying to shake off the shivers that ran down my spine at his words. "I just get excited about him being a little rough, taking me against my will and making me do sex acts I might not consider on my own." "Like what? What sort of things do you want him to do to you?" Patrick smiled slightly "Are we talking sex with animals here?" I laughed, probably harder than the joke warranted. "No! No animals! I'm not into weird sex or painful sex!" "No pain? But, if he's forcing you, isn't there going to be some pain?" "Well some pain is good," I grinned, sliding my glass over for some more. How many was that now? Three? Three glasses, I thought in the dark. Not enough to get me drunk, but enough that I wasn't careful. I tensed as a sound made in the room. Was he moving now? I thought I heard rustling, a metal zipper. I strained my ears, but heard nothing so I thought back to dinner again. Was it only an hour or so ago? I wished I had gone with Patrick now. "Okay, okay," Laughing, I held my hands up in mock surrender as Patrick smiled at me. "I admit that I expect some aspects of this to be painful and that excites me as well. But, I draw the line at anything that marks me so my kinkiness has limits!" I laughed again. "Rules! We have to have rules!" Patrick leaned forward again, intently. I noticed his glass was still half full, too, since he was so absorbed in the conversation. "So, we're talking some pain. Spankings? Whips? Chains?" He grinned. "Give me a hint here! What part of the fantasy really sends you over the edge and lets your mind wander openly?" "Hmmmmm, spanking would be nice," I purred at that thought. "No chains unless they were just restraining me! Whips ... hmmmmmm .... again, as long as I wasn't marked up." I grinned. "You want him to force you into doing sex acts. What would he force you to do? What is it that you want to do, but need forcing to do?" "Patrick! We're talking fantasy here, for God's sake!" I laughed, somewhat nervously now. "I mean, I can't think specifics!" "I'm interested, Anna," He smiled patiently, then leaned back in his chair, still staring intently into my eyes. "Do you want him to force you to suck his cock?" I gasped and glanced around quickly, cheeks reddening that someone might have heard. "Patrick, not so loud! Honestly!" I forced a little laugh, then took a gulp of my wine. Damn, I was so nervous. "Anna, come on," He laughed at my embarrassment, though not unkindly. "I think we can say the word between us." He leaned forward and whispered, "We ARE adults here, you know?" He leaned back with a grin. I just shook my head at him and smiled, taking another sip. "Do you want him to force you to take his cock in that beautiful ass of yours?" I nearly choked on my wine, spluttering and grabbing for my napkin, my eyes wide as I wiped my mouth. I couldn't believe he had said that, yet he just sat there, chuckling at my reaction. "I'm sorry, hon," He grinned. "I meant this to be a casual conversation and here I am getting you all flustered." "I'm not flustered!" Playfully, I threw my napkin at him. He caught it and folded it neatly into a square and signalled the waiter. "Come on, I'll walk you part way. I have to run to the store for milk." He handed the waiter some bills and took my arm as we walked out. The walk home was uneventful and the subject never came up. However, I was very aware of how turned on I had become just discussing it with him. I'm surprised he never noticed my nipples were hard as diamonds under the sundress and sticking out for anyone to see. My lace panties were soaked as well. I knew I was going to have to take a lot of time to relieve this itch tonight. Patrick left me at our corner with a light kiss and hug. "I'll check on you on my way home from the store, okay? Be safe." He smiled and headed the opposite path from mine. I turned down my street, lost in thought, thinking about our conversation. What would I let someone do in my fantasy? Grinning, I thought back to Patrick's words and realized I would have no choice in what was done to me if I took the fantasy to the logical conclusions. Previously, the thought of being grabbed, restrained and taken forcibly had been enough to make me come hard. I chuckled as I realized that even my fantasy life was safe! I realized that I took no risks even there, forcing my fantasy lover to stay inside my safe boxed concepts of sex. I dug my keys out of my purse as my feet carried me unconsciously over the familiar path to my house. I sighed as I realized I had forgotten to turn on the outside light and would now have to fumble to unlock the front door in the dark. I slowed my steps, feeling my way along the path in the dark, skirting the hedge that led to my door. I was steps away from the door, key extended already in my hand when a pair of hands grabbed me, one around my mouth and the other around my waist. I felt the strength as I was jerked off my feet and held against a warm hard body, much taller and definitely more powerful than me. I was shocked for a second, then I began struggling with all my strength. The only response was a low growl and a tightening of the hands around me. I was lifted right off my feet and my legs flailed helplessly against his legs. I felt the heat emanating from his body, the hardness and power and my breath caught as I realized this was no fantasy. This was reality and I was well and truly caught up. I could taste my own fear as I dangled against him helplessly. My body jumped when a low whisper feathered across my ear, "Do what I say, exactly what I say, and you will not be hurt. If you fight me, I promise it will be much, much worse and you will pay dearly. Do you understand?" I tried to speak against his hand, realized the futility and nodded my head quickly. Cold shivers were running down my spine as his hand at my waist tightened, pulling my body hard against his warm body before allowing me to slide down to my feet again. I was un-nerved to feel his evident arousal press briefly into my ass as he pushed against me before allowing my feet to touch the ground. I froze as I realized this was not going to be a robbery and I was most certainly going to be raped. To my shame, I felt the heat pooling again in my belly, my pussy moistening. My God, I thought, how can I be turned on by this? I was trembling all over with fear and trepidation, yet my body was reacting to this situation, betraying me. His hand slid down my body and I tensed as it slid down my thigh then back up, pulling my sundress up with it. I felt my cheeks reddening as he suddenly cupped my moist pussy through my panties, pushing his fingers against me and rubbing. I heard his chuckle in my ear as his fingers were soaked through my panties. "Well, well, what do we have here?" His low whisper laughingly teased me. His hand left my mouth to close over my breast, massaging it painfully, pinching the hardened nipple. I shuddered as I felt an answering flood between my legs. I felt demoralized. How could I enjoy this? As if he could read my thoughts, he whispered again, "You're just a slut, aren't you? You love this. You can't wait to feel my cock between your legs." He laughed again, "I won't disappoint you, my dear slut. I'm going to fuck you senseless and you're going to love every minute of it. You'll be begging me for more." His teeth closed over my ear and I shuddered, nipples now impossibly hard under his marauding hand. Dazed, I realized my mouth was free and I took a deep breath, preparing to scream. I knew that Mrs. Adams across the street snooped constantly and would be on the lookout for anything unusual. One small scream would save me. I let out a screech, but he quickly smothered it with his hand. His hand left my soaking pussy to close over my throat and he growled in that same whisper. "Try that again and you'll never make another sound again, I promise you. Do you understand? DO YOU?" The last was whispered fiercely in my ear, his hot breath and the threat real. I nodded quickly, feeling faint as the fingers closed painfully in my neck, nearly cutting off my air supply completely. Just as easily, the fingers loosened and I shut my eyes as I realized the situation I was in. My only hope was that Mrs. Adams heard and would investigate or, better still, that Patrick would arrive at my house in time. My mind reeled as I considered our conversation earlier. I never dreamed that it would happen and now here I was, torn between fear and excitement. I felt his hands leave me and I stood quiet and trembling, his body pressed up against mine intimately. A whispered "Don't move" was all he said and I dared not disobey. I felt his hands come around me and something flutter against my chest. My heart stopped as I saw the scarf dangling and I moaned as I considered the real possibility that he would strangle me. My breath caught as he brought the scarf up to my eyes, tying it around my head firmly, but not too tightly that it would hurt. My world immediately turned into one of sound and smell as my sight was taken from me. I moaned in terror. Immediately I felt a sharp sting on my left ass cheek as his hand made contact. "You will not speak nor utter a sound unless I say you may. Do you understand?" I nodded and said "Yes" and felt another slap, harder this time on my right cheek. The sting brought tears to my eyes and I responded by nodding vigorously again. His low chuckle came again "I knew you would disobey, slut. I know you want to feel my hand." I shook my head, lips trembling and felt his hand massage my ass cheek, his fingers pushing my dress and panties into the crack as he pushed in. He leaned close and bit my earlobe again, whispering, "I can't wait to fuck that sweet ass of yours, slut. I'll bet you can't either. That wet pussy of yours tells me that you want me to fuck you." He chuckled again. "I should do it here. How about it, slut? Do you want to be fucked in the open against your own house? Do you want your prim and proper neighbors to hear you moaning and screaming like a whore as I ram my cock into you?" "No!" I blurted, realizing as the word left my lips it was too late and biting my lip as his hand cracked against my ass again. I bit back a sob at the sting. He turned me to face him and I could feel his eyes travelling down my body, leaving no part of me untouched. I knew he took in my hard nipples, my arousal evident. I trembled as his hands slid down my shoulders, stopping to massage my breasts, pinching my nipples painfully between his fingers, rolling them through the material. I bit my lip again, unsure whether I would cry out in pain or moan with wanton desire. He laughed softly, his hands continuing over my waist and hips, smoothing my skirt down against my skin, his fingers almost caressing. I felt his body sink down as his hands slid down my thighs, knees and calves. One of my sandals had kicked off in the struggle and I was surprised as he took my foot gently and replaced it, bringing my foot up to kiss it gently. It was so unexpected and I was shaken at the new desires the flooded my body. I gasped as his hands closed over my ass cheeks and pulled me close, his mouth opening and his hot breath over my covered pussy as he ground it into my mound through my dress. I could smell my own arousal and knew that he could, too. I turned my head away, wondering if he wasn't correct in calling me a slut. What good woman would want this? He rose again to his full height, his hands never leaving contact with my body, coming again to assault my breasts. He leaned down to breath in my ear again, "My sweet slut, protest if you must, but your body tells me that you want me badly." My head jerked as his fingers slid across my mouth and he said, "smell your scent on me, slut. Your pussy is dripping wet and I could take you here and now and you would scream with pleasure, if I allowed you to speak." He chuckled again and pressed his fingers against my lips. "Open your mouth," a command that brooked no disobedience and I obeyed, my mouth opening to allow his finger to slip in. "Suck it, slut. Suck it as if it was my cock and taste yourself for me." I tentatively sucked on the finger lightly, tasting my faint scent and his unique taste as well. His finger was large, fitting in a large man. He was tall, that much I knew, and powerfully built. His finger wiggled in my mouth and I sucked it harder, imagining it was his cock, running my tongue along it and pulling it deeper. If his finger was this large, what would his cock be like? Would I be able to take it all in? My thoughts floated aimlessly as I moved my head, sliding my mouth along his finger. Abruptly it was withdrawn and his mouth replaced it, his tongue probing and demanding entrance to my mouth. I parted my lips, responding to his demand and was rewarded by his tongue mingling with mine, overpowering it and taking my mouth as his. I felt a moan welling up in my throat as he pulled my body up against him briefly, his hands tightening on my shoulders as he plundered my mouth mercilessly. I was so caught up in the kiss that I didn't notice them travelling down to my chest. My body reacted though with a will of its own, thrusting my breasts back into his large hands, yearning to feel them giving me the same pain and pleasure. I gasped out loud as he suddenly took the bodice of my sundress in both hands and tore it open, baring my breasts to the night air and his hands. I struggled then, freeing my mouth, but he only kissed me again, his mouth harder as his hands snaked around me, one to my waist, the other delivering a stinging slap to each ass cheek in quick succession. "I see you will need some basic training, slut." He purred this against my ear as his hand slid down to grasp my wrist. He pulled me against him as he turned and strode down the path. I had to hurry quickly to keep my footing, my other hand trying to pull my dress back in place as they left the dark seclusion of my door and headed to the street. His hand slapped mine down to my side. "Keep it there," he whispered fiercely. "I want your neighbors to see my sweet slut baring her wares to anyone." I felt the tears slip down my cheeks as we hit the well-lit street. I knew most of the neighborhood went to bed early, but both hoped and dreaded that Mrs. Adams or Patrick would see me and come to the rescue. A Binding Friendship Ch. 02 Blinded to any light that might be in the room, I could only rely on my other senses of hearing and smell. I hadn't heard anything in quite a while, but I knew that he was still there, close by, watching me. The room had no distinct scents other than my own fear and arousal. Somehow, I knew he could smell them too. When I thought I could stand the silent tension in the room no more, I felt it. The merest touch on my cheek and my first thought was that a bug had landed. Despite his earlier injunction to not move, I shrieked and struggled to move the bug. Punishment was swift as several hard stinging slaps rained down on my panty-covered ass. I howled and the slaps continued, hard, controlled and measured. I knew that he would continue until I obeyed and I struggled against my fear and pain to remain still and quiet. He continued until I had remained still for a few moments and I knew it was to let me know that he was in control and he would decide when the punishment would end. Finally, he stopped and all I could feel was my ass stinging and red-hot. I was sure it was red by now as well. I could handle it, I knew now that my limits were expanded. What was harder to handle was my aroused state; the spanking had reached inside me and pulled my hidden desires to the surface. I had never been so in need, my breasts swollen, my nipples hard and extended so that even the smooth sheet was both ecstasy and pain to rub against. My pussy had never been this wet before, so open and wanting, no, needing to be fucked. I froze as I felt a new touch on my back and instinctively, I knew that it was a knife, the metal hard and cold as he ran it down my back with the barest touch. I stopped breathing, sure that this was the end. I had tried his patience too much and he was going to kill me. I buried my face in the sheet as the knife ran down my back slowly and up over one ass cheek, continuing down my thigh, knee, and calf and along the sole of my foot. I couldn't contain the shiver that ran down my body at the light touch of the deadly weapon. I heard his soft laughter and the knife continued onto my other foot and back up my leg to my ass where it stopped. I held my breath as I felt him slip the knife under my panty leg and slide across my other cheek to poke out the other panty leg. With a quick jerk, he cut through my panty crotch where it met my ass, baring my wet pussy to his gaze as the crotch dropped to the bed. "Ah, my sweet slut," his voice conveyed his humor and enjoyment of the situation. "Are those lovely juices for me?" He chuckled and I felt his finger slide down the outside of my swollen lips, my juices covering it immediately, they were so copious. I felt the knife slide up under the panties again, over my ass. Another jerk and the panties were cut in two. He whisked the torn garment out and tossed it on the floor, running his fingers down my ass cheek again, massaging it, pushing it, testing its firmness. All the while, his other finger ran teasingly across my wet pussy lips, never pushing or giving me what I needed. I could feel my clit, swollen and hard and knew he could see it sticking out, but he did not touch it. "Your ass is very beautiful, my sweet slut, full and firm just how I like them." He slid a finger down the crack and I tensed as it ran across my puckered rosebud, pressing it lightly before continuing down. "Tell me, slut, has this beautiful ass ever been fucked before?" I hesitated, not sure if he wanted me to answer or not and he delivered a hard slap to my ass, making me arch slightly as I felt the pain on my already sensitive cheeks. "Answer me when I ask you something, slut, or pay the consequences. You will answer immediately and truthfully and call me Sir. Do you understand?" "Y-yes, Sir" I stumbled over the word as his hand began stroking my ass lightly again, the light touch was a balm to my sensitive red ass and I longed to move with it. Another slap was delivered and I remembered that I hadn't answered his question. "No, Sir, no one has done that." I shut my eyes as I thought of that violation he had promised would take place. "No one has done what, my sweet slut?" He chuckled quietly. "Say the words I want to hear." "No one has ever f-fucked my ass, Sir." I felt fresh tears starting and I bit back a sob. "Please, please don't do that to me. I'll do anything else, I promise." "You are my slut now and I will do anything to your body that I desire. Is that clear? You live only to serve my pleasures now." I felt him shift on the bed and a series of hard slaps rained down on my ass again. As they stopped, I felt that light touch of before on my cheek then down my back. Sheer force of will kept me from shrieking again and he chuckled as my body trembled under the touch. As I tried to calm myself, I focused on the soft touch, realizing now that it was not some creepy crawly, but a tool of this scene he was conducting. I concentrated on the touch now running lightly across my ass, racking my brain to figure out what it was. But it felt so good that I gave up, enjoying the soft feathery touch across my red ass, gasping a little as he ran it down my thighs, feeling my nerves standing on end. The room was quiet, nothing to disturb the silence; all I could do was feel as he continued brushing down across the back of my knees, my calves and my feet. By the time he started back up my legs, I was trembling too much to hide. I had never felt anything so soft, sensuous and incredibly erotic in my life. I jerked a little as that same touch slid along my inner thigh and feathered across my wet pussy lips, stifling a moan. I heard his soft chuckle as he deliberately ran it slowly up and down my lips. Just when I thought I could take no more, he stopped and I collapsed against the bed in relief. My relief was short-lived though as I felt the bed give as he crawled on and slid between my thighs. At the first touch of his tongue running along my labia, I moaned out loud and felt the sharp sting of his hand on my ass. The slap and his tongue together nearly drove me over the edge and I bit down on the sheet to cover another moan. No longer caring what he thought I lifted my hips to give him access and heard him laugh again before he took another long lick, teasing me. Involuntarily, I moved my hips with him, rotating them, trying to push onto his tongue. I felt his hand slide over my ass and I braced for another slap, but he only massaged my cheek. "Mmmmmm, my sweet, sweet slut, you taste exquisite and I am starving for you," His fingers dug into my ass briefly as he said, firmly, "You may show enjoyment, but you must not come until I tell you that you may. Do you understand?" "Y-yes, Sir," I sighed out as he slid his tongue between my wet lips, running it down to my clit and flicking against it quickly. I almost lost it then and there and bit down on the sheet, trying desperately to concentrate and not explode. I was so wet, so ready, my body poised on the edge from all that had passed already. He kept massaging my ass cheek, his fingers digging in firmly, causing me pain and so much more. The spanking he had delivered had been painful, but now my ass was so hot and ultra-sensitive that each stroke stole my breath away. Combined with his talented tongue, my body was screaming for release. He slid his tongue from my clit back up, flattening it and pressing it against my slit, but not entering, continuing past to the sensitive area before my pink rosebud. I moaned again as he slithered his tongue against me then slid it down and into my slit, curling it and pushing it in deep, darting it in and out quickly. I couldn't believe how good this felt. Every other man before him paled in comparison as I writhed and moaned under him. I had had men go down on me before, but their cursory licks to prepare me for their cock had never excited me like he was. I cried out as his tongue slid down to my clit again and he thrust two thick fingers into my wet pussy, fucking me with them, quickly thrusting in and out. Faint whimpers filled the room and I realized they were coming from my mouth; I was practically begging a rapist to continue! That thought flew from my head as he withdrew his fingers and I stammered, begging, "please, please, Sir, I need your fingers, please!" He laughed, quietly, "Begging me, slut? You love this, don't you? You want me to take your body and use it. Tell me now or I will stop and leave you like this." "No, no, please, Sir!" I could not believe that voice was mine, but I also couldn't let him stop. "Please don't leave me; I need to come, Sir, please!" I was shaking all over, rubbing my breasts against the sheet, my hips pushing down and seeking his fingers again. He dipped them in again, pulling my juices out and sliding his fingers up along my ass crack, coating my tight bud with it, then sliding down for more. I tensed slightly, remembering his promise, then gave in to the pleasure as he pressed his tongue against my clit again and continued dipping his fingers in and coated my ass until it was slick with my juices. He left his finger there, sliding it against my puckered hole and pressing, but not entering. I cried out again as he pulled my clit between his lips and began sucking on it, thrusting his fingers into my dripping slit again. I rocked onto his fingers, moaning and pleading as he thrust them in faster, his lips rubbing and sucking my clit. I was so on the precipice, my body screaming for me to jump off when he suddenly bit down on my clit and, at the same time, thrust one thick finger into my ass up to his first knuckle. "Do not come, I warn you, my sweet slut." He lifted his mouth briefly to speak and then thrust his fingers deep into my pussy and ass, twisting them against my sensitive walls. I sobbed with the effort to stop my body from letting go, crying out and thrusting with him, reduced to incoherent cries. He twisted the finger in my ass and thrust it deeper, keeping rhythm with the fingers in my pussy and driving me wild. "NOW, slut, now, come for ME!" He commanded me and sucked my clit into his lips again, rubbing his tongue along it roughly as he finger-fucked me in both holes. I screamed then, my body arching into a bow, stretching against the ropes as waves ran over and over my body. He never stopped sucking on my clit, his fingers moving faster through my orgasm and I was surprised as another wave came crashing over my body. Never in my life had I had a multiple orgasm and I could only ride it out, tears flowing and crying out to him to go on, to stop, to never stop. Fortunately for me, he ignored me and kept licking and sucking, his fingers never stopping. I finally collapsed again, shaking all over as the last wave rolled past. He seemed to know and slithered his tongue gently past my sensitive clit and began licking my lips, pulling his fingers out slowly. I heard the wet sound as his fingers left my pussy, replaced by his tongue as he licked my sweet juices softly, gentling my body again. "Please, no more, I can't take anymore," I moaned against the sheet. "You will, you know," He moved off the bed, lightly for such a large man and I felt the bed beside me give with his weight. A moment later, I caught the scent of my own come as he brought his fingers to my mouth and rubbed along my lips. "Open." He commanded and I obeyed immediately, parting my lips. He slid two fingers in, coated with my sweet juices and I ran my tongue along them, rubbing between them to catch every drop, sucking them deeper to taste more. I mewled as he pulled them from my mouth, wanting more. I felt him slip onto the bed between my spread legs again and he slid a strong hand underneath me, pulling my hips up into the air, the ropes cutting slightly into my wrists and ankles as I was stretched. He slid his knees under both my parted thighs, his hair-roughened limbs rubbing deliciously against my smooth skin. I felt his hands on my ass cheeks and shuddered as he alternately rubbed strongly and feathered them across my sensitive skin. I began circling my hips under his hands, sighing in pleasure, my body quickly rousing again. I didn't think I could be ready again so soon, but my body proved me wrong as my hips began thrusting under him, seeking more. I knew what I wanted, needed, was to feel his hard cock. The thought had just brushed my consciousness when I felt him push up on his knees, pulling my body taut against the ropes and his hard cock brush against my clit. I moaned, pushing my pussy down onto his cock and heard his soft laughter. He brushed the head against my clit again and again, lightly, teasingly and I tried to slide my pussy against it, to capture it, pull his hard cock inside my aching pussy. "What shall I do with my cock, my sweet slut? Shall I fuck your very wet pussy or that tight virgin ass of yours? Decisions, decisions ..." I heard his low laugh and moaned, half with desire and half with fear. "Please, Sir, I need you. I need you!" I hated to hear that begging tone, but I was nearly past caring. "What do you need, slut? Tell me!" That commanding tone again, reaching inside me and stealing my breath, forcing my obedience. "Your cock, Sir. Please, I need your cock." I bit my lip and slid my hips in tight circles, seeking his hardness. "Tell ME what you want me to do. Say the words I want to hear, my sweet slut, or I will continue to tease you. Do you want me to fuck your pussy or your ass?" I heard the laughter in his voice, but also the tightness that told me he was not immune to this teasing touch himself. "I-I need you to fuck my pussy, Sir, please!" Dignity forgotten now, I could only feel. I was alive with feelings, every nerve seemed to be standing on end, the air sweeter and cool on my skin. I realized then that by robbing me of sight, he had forced me to concentrate on my other senses and every sense in me was screaming for him to fuck me. I let out a moan as his cock brushed my clit again and slid up to my slick entrance, pressing the head against me and pushing in, lodging it just inside. I gasped as I realized how thick his cock was, stretching my tight slit with just the tip, letting out a scream as he lifted and rammed it deep inside me with one hard thrust. He rose up on his knees higher, stretching my body impossibly tighter against the ropes and pushed his cock deeper still. I could feel every hard, thick inch filling my tight pussy and stretching it more than I had ever been before. I scarcely drew a breath before he pulled his thick cock out until just the head was inside and then thrust in again, hard and deep. I shuddered, gripping the ropes as he fucked my tight pussy with the same long, slow, hard thrusts, forcing his cock deep inside me. He never broke the rhythm as my body strained against the ropes, against him, silently urging him on and on. I sobbed as my clit pulled taut with each stroke, my juices flowing freely over his steadily thrusting cock and down over my pussy. His balls slapped against my clit, adding to the sensations he alone was creating in my body. I began thrusting my hips down with him, fighting the ropes, uncaring that they were rubbing my sensitive skin as I sought to fuck him hard, showing him the rhythm I needed. I felt his fingers slide down to my pussy and back up to my ass as he slicked my juices there again. I tensed as I felt his finger press against my ass again, knowing he would push it inside. In answer, he slammed his cock into me fiercely and pushed his finger past my tight ring, not stopping until his finger was buried deep in my ass. I whimpered as my body resisted, tightening around his finger and he began twisting it inside, rubbing it against my sensitive inner walls. My tight ass clenched around his finger, making it difficult for him to pull it and his hand came down hard on my ass cheek. I gasped and my ass let go, but he didn't stop, bringing his hand down hard on my other cheek as he pushed his finger deep into my ass and thrust his cock into my pussy hard. I bit down on the sheet again, low sounds tearing from my throat as he settled into a rhythm, each stroke calculating and cunning. His hand smacked each cheek with the same hard intensity, his fingertips sliding across after each sting of his hand, making my sensitive nerves jump. He thrust his finger deep into my ass with long even strokes as he fucked my pussy with the same rhythm. I thought I could not bear any more as he rose off his knees to thrust into my pussy over and over. I cried out when he pulled his finger out of my ass only to push another in with it, stretching my tight ring and fucking my tight ass with both thick fingers. I heard the tension in his voice as it floated to me through the haze of pleasure, "do you want to come again, my sweet slut? Shall I let you come now?" I could hear his labored breathing and I took small pleasure in the fact that he was not unaffected by this. I knew I was not alone in my arousal and I reacted by tightening my pussy around his cock, trying to pull him deeper. I hear the intake of breath and his pace picked up, fucking me harder now, his cock ramming in over and over. "YES," I screamed the words, "Please, let me come now!" I caught my breath as he leaned into my hips, spreading my legs further as he thrust his cock and fingers into me harder, faster and deeper. I lost control then, crying out over and over, "Yes, Sir, fuck me, fuck my pussy and ass, fuck ME!" "Come NOW, slut, now, for ME!" I felt my very being resonate with his command and the force of his cock as he groaned loudly and began thrusting into my pussy faster. It was all I needed and my body exploded into pure sensation, concentrated on my pussy and radiating out until I felt like one mass of white-hot arousal and pleasure. I heard his cry and felt him slam his cock deep inside me, hot jets spurting against my cervix. Our bodies strained against each other, riding the same bright waves together before I could stand no more and collapsed against him. I felt him lean forward and then he was running his tongue up my back to my shoulder, biting it gently, before his hoarse voice whispered in my ear, "My sweet, sweet slut, you know you are mine and will never feel this with another man ever. I know you will admit it before this night is through." I shuddered as much from the longing for those words to be true as the hope that they were not. How could my body betray me like this? Fantasy aside, this was rape, wasn't it? My mind skittered across that word though; I knew I had to admit to myself at least that this was no longer rape. It may have been forced on me, but now I wanted him with my whole being. Every nerve in me was crying out for him to touch me again, to fuck me hard and take my body back to those heights. I was so lost in the sensations and thoughts that I didn't realize he had moved, pulling out from under my hips and setting them back on the bed until I felt the bed sink beneath his weight near my head. Too exhausted to move, I shut my eyes and listened to the sound of our breathing in the still room. I felt his hands in my hair, stroking down my waves, then curling his fingers around the length and pulling it up steadily, raising my head. Something soft bumped against my cheek and I jerked my head. He wrapped his hand tighter and pulled a little sharper causing me to let out a gasp. As my lips parted that soft object pushed between my lips; I could smell our mingled scents and knew it was his cock. He pushed forward again, harder, and the head filled my mouth. Instinctively, I ran my tongue around it, wetting his cock and tasting us on him, opening my mouth so he could push deeper. His cock was so large it filled my mouth completely. I sucked gently, tentatively running my tongue along the underside and heard him let out a sigh, his cock hardening in my mouth. I felt it swell and panicked as I tried to accommodate its size and weight, pulling my mouth back off to the tip. He growled low in his throat and grabbed my head with his other hand, thrusting his cock back into my mouth further than before. I struggled but he held my head firmly in his hands, my hair wrapped tight around one and steadily fucked my mouth, pushing his cock deeper with each thrust. I fought against gagging, never having learned how to deep-throat a man. I could barely take a breath as he fucked deeper, his cock was so big. A Binding Friendship Ch. 02 I felt his breath against me face and knew he had bent over slightly, "You suck my cock well, my sweet slut. I love fucking your mouth like this; you're so hot and wet." He thrust deeper and I felt his cock hit the back of my throat and slip deeper still. I couldn't breathe and I struggled against his hands holding me tight. To my horror, he stopped thrusting and held his cock deep in my throat. I moaned around his cock, lights flashing against the blindfold as I fought for air, but he gave no quarter, thrusting forward further. I stopped struggling suddenly; feeling like I would never take a breath again, my throat relaxed and he pushed forward, my nose brushing up against his curly hairs. I couldn't believe he had his whole cock down my throat and I moaned again, the vibrations traveling up his shaft. I felt him shudder and he began to move again, pulling his cock out and sliding it deep inside my throat again and again. His cock had hardened to its full size now and I could feel it filling my mouth, my throat and my senses. The taste and scent of our mixed come filled my mouth and nose and I whimpered when he pulled his cock right out of my mouth, my head dropping abruptly to the bed. I lifted my head, licking my lips, searching with my nose and mouth for his cock. He laughed and I felt a light tap on my right cheek, then my left, repeated. I realized it was his cock and opened my mouth, silently begging him to fill my mouth with his delicious cock again. I felt his cock slide up to my forehead, across the blindfold, down my nose, skirting my mouth to run around my chin. My nostrils flared as his scent filled me with desire. I pressed my wet pussy down into the bed, rubbing it against the wet sheet between my legs. "Sir, please, will you fuck me again? I want to feel your hard cock fucking me deep and hard and fast, please!" I could not believe the words tumbling from my lips! I was begging him to fuck me and I meant every word. At that moment, I would have given anything to feel that thick hard cock fucking my tight wet pussy and making me come over and over again. "I should punish you for speaking, my sweet slut, but since you ask so pretty," he chuckled, "I will fuck you as you ask." I felt him move away from the bed and I heard a drawer open and close and his footfalls back to the bed. The bed gave as he slid between my legs, lifting me as before and sliding his knees under my thighs to hold my hips up high. I heard a sound like liquid squirting and heard him rubbing his hands together then I felt his hands on my sore ass, hot and slippery. I sighed as he pressed his fingers into my cheeks, massaging them deeply, sliding his fingers over each full globe, pushing them together tightly, then pulling them apart. I gasped and arched up when I felt his fingers sliding down my crack, smoothing the slick liquid everywhere. Sliding his hands down further, he pressed his thumbs into the sides of my pussy and pulled them apart gently, sliding two fingers deep inside my wet slit. I moaned and pushed back onto his fingers, choking back a cry as he opened his fingers inside me and curled them up against my sensitive walls. His other hand kept smoothing up along my ass cheek, dipping into my crack and sliding against my puckered ring. I thrust against the fingers in my pussy and felt him pushing a finger into my ass, sliding it deep. I moaned loudly now, trying to push against both hands and he began to thrust them in and out alternately. I rode his fingers, whimpering as I felt my orgasm building, crying out as he pushed a second finger into my ass, then a third. I felt filled as he pushed a third finger into my pussy, too, thrusting faster. I could only pant, breathing out incoherent words, begging him to fuck me harder with his fingers. "Are you my slut? Are YOU my slut?" His voice rang out commandingly and I shuddered as an answering voice sounded within me. "Yes, yes," I sobbed, twisting my hips into his fingers. "I'm your slut. Yours. Please, I'll do anything, just don't stop now!" I arched my back, tossing my head back as my orgasm hit hard, bucking my hips against him urgently. I felt his fingers withdraw from my ass while his other hand continued finger fucking my wet pussy, my juices flooding his fingers. I was still in the throes of my orgasm when he pressed his cock head against my tight ass and pushed in slowly. I felt him push his cock head in and then stop; I could hear his harsh breathing over me, feel the pressure of his cock stretching my tight ass while he kept finger fucking my tight pussy. I cried out then, panicking and pulling away, sure I couldn't handle it. He lifted up on his knees, leaning over me and began thrusting his cock slowly into my ass, pulling back a little then pushing in deeper. The pressure of his big cock pushing into my ass was almost too much to bear, but the pain just added to the eroticism, the pure experience of being filled so full. I heard his deep groan, his fingers biting into my hip as he thrust deeper. "Fuck, your ass is so tight, slut, I'm going to enjoy fucking it over and over." He let out a deep guttural cry and sank all the way into my ass, leaning on me and breathing hard. I was matching him breath for breath, amazed that my ass was taking his whole cock and that I was actually enjoying it. Tentatively I gave a little push up with my ass and he groaned again, thrilling me that I could give him the same pleasure. I felt the shudder that ran through his body, through me, through his cock buried deep in my ass. God help me, I loved the feeling of fullness and I circled my hips, feeling his cock stretching my tight ass. I felt him lean over me, felt his hand press down into the bed beside my hip as he slowly pulled his hips back, withdrawing his cock slowly. I groaned at the feeling; it was almost as good as when he thrust in. "Now, my sweet slut," his voice was hoarse as he whispered, "Let go of yourself for me. Give in to your desires, your arousal, this moment and to me." His fingers twisted in my pussy and I felt his thumb slide over my clit, pressing it up into my pubic bone and he thrust his cock hard into my ass. I screamed out then, a thousand feelings rushing through my body: pain, pleasure, more pleasure than I could ever imagine. I felt my whole body give in, not only to his cock as he rode my ass, but to him and what he had brought out in me tonight. His thrusts grew wild, hard and fast, riding my ass and I should have been moaning with pain. Instead I urged him on, screaming at him, "fuck my ass, Sir, fuck me harder. I'm yours, yours, YOURS!" I thrust my ass up onto his cock and revelled in his fingers filling my soaking pussy, straining against the ropes to give him my whole body. I heard his harsh breathing and hard groans as he sought to give me what I asked for. I reached for that pinnacle again, tasting it within reach when he thrust a fourth finger into my pussy, shaping them into a cone and spreading them deep inside me as his thumb flicked my clit wildly. He doubled his thrusts into my ass and I heard the cry welling from his throat as hot jets of come exploded from his cock into my ass, setting off my orgasm. I screamed and arched up into his hips, my ass a perfect fit, tightening around his cock and milking the come from him as my own hot fluids flooded his fingers still thrusting in and out of my pussy. I dropped to the bed, exhausted, my breath forcing in and out of my lungs, sounding loud to my own ears until I realized he sounded the same. I felt him stir and he gently pulled his fingers from my pussy, mindful of how sensitive I was now. I moaned quietly and shuddered, feeling the sweat coating my body, the coolness of the room and my nerve endings standing up on end still. I heard a slurping sound and knew that he was licking his fingers, tasting my come and my face didn't redden this time. I wanted him to taste me, to enjoy my scent and taste. I felt wanton and alive, ready to face any desires still hidden beneath the surface of my mind and confront them. With him. "Hold still, this may feel uncomfortable." His voice was quiet, no longer whispering and oddly familiar. I searched my mind for that voice, distracted a moment later when he slowly withdrew his cock from my ass. I groaned at the heavy pull and felt his hand caress my ass softly as he pulled it all the way out. We both let our breath out with a rush and I laughed, feeling surprisingly free and empty at the same time. He laughed, too and gave my ass a playful slap before moving off the bed. I felt a moment of panic as I heard his footsteps heading away from the bed, but I knew he was close as I heard water running and splashing sounds. I knew he was washing himself and I relaxed into the bed, letting my body sink down in the boneless quality that only a thorough physical activity can give you. Questions raced lazily through my mind, but somehow the answers to what would happen to me now seemed unimportant. I knew that I would be sore everywhere, but still I didn't care. All I could focus on was him, what he wanted and what I could give him for what he had uncovered in me. I jumped as his weight caused the bed to sink a little and felt his hand run down my hair in a caress. A moment later, my breath hissed through my teeth as a warm, wet cloth came down on my sore ass. He rubbed gently, cleaning each cheek with the soft, wet cloth, sliding it down my thigh and around to my pussy, making me squirm. "Shshsh," his low voice crooned as his hand gentled my body, sliding the cloth between my sensitive pussy lips and pressing gently to sop up my juices. He dragged the cloth up between my ass cheeks, rubbing gently, thoroughly, cleansing my body for me. I heard the sound of the cloth hitting the floor and felt his body moving on the bed. A moment later, I felt his hands untying the rope around my right ankle. He stroked my calf lightly, his fingers pressing gently as he pulled my leg closer to him. I sighed at his gentleness to my tender body and moved my leg slowly, testing the soreness from being stretched. He repeated the action with my left ankle and then moved up the bed and I felt him taking off the ropes that bound me to the headboard. I groaned as he pulled my arms down, every muscle in them protesting the abuse they had taken. He slid his hands up my arms and massaged my shoulders, kneading them, pulling the sore knots out. I moaned in pleasure as the tension began to melt away. He slid his hands back down my arms to my wrists and I heard him swear as he rubbed them. I could feel the sting and knew that the rope had bit into my wrists. I felt his lips on my wrists and gasped at his tender touch as his tongue slid along the rope burns. I had never felt anything so erotic in my life as the touch of this man applying his own unique balm to my wounds, wounds he had caused me. The bed dipped again as he slid onto it, his full length nestling up against me, his arm sliding under my head and drawing me closer. His other arm came around my waist and pulled me gently up against his body, his leg sliding between mine intimately. I sighed and pressed closer, sliding my own leg over and around his and I heard his intake of breath above my head. I felt his lips on my forehead and then, "Take off the blindfold now, my sweet slut." Cautiously I reached for the blindfold and pulled it up and over my head, blinking in the semi-dark room as my eyes were released from darkness for the first time in how long? The light was behind his body, his beautiful male body and my eyes adjusted quickly as they traveled slowly up his hard chest, his neck and finally to his face. A smile fluttered over his lips, but his eyes were wary, very much aware of what had transpired here tonight, of the trouble he could possibly expect. He had taken a big chance tonight, on me and on us. I saw the wariness and smiled as I reached up to stroke his cheek, brushing my fingers lightly across his lips. "Thank you, Patrick," I reached up to brush my lips across his, "You fulfilled my fantasy in a way I could never have imagined." I smiled impudently. "Sir." He grinned then, taking my mouth in a long kiss, his tongue sweeping my mouth, before pulling back. "So, what will we do tomorrow night?" A Binding Friendship Ch. 03 I awoke with a start, unsure of what had disturbed me, but immediately conscious of the warm, heavy weight of a male body against me and a full bladder. Memories returned in a heated rush and I smiled, nestling my ass back against Patrick and enjoying the sensual rush of pleasure. But, my body insisted on another type of relief so I shifted carefully away from him, trying not to disturb his slumber. Patrick's firm lips released a sigh and his arm tightened around my waist so I paused, watching his face for signs that he was waking. Waiting a brief moment, I tugged his hand and slid out from beneath his arm, sliding carefully off the bed before padding to the washroom. After relieving myself and washing up, I spotted a terry robe on the back of the door. Donning it, I left the small room, stopping in the doorway to peruse the room before me. A chest of drawers, a ladder-back chair, a comfortable armchair and the bed were all the room contained. My perusal stopped at the bed where Patrick still slumbered, his fine, firm ass on display for me. I had often wondered at the body beneath his clothes and I was not disappointed. He shifted on the bed, sliding his top leg over and the muscles on his back moved, drawing my eyes. He was all too fuckable! I knew this had to be his house; where else would he have taken me? Spotting a window with a heavy curtain covering it, I walked over and lifted it. The sun was hovering beneath the horizon, but dawn was ready to break and I was glad it was Saturday. Envisioning a day spent in more carnal pleasures, I grinned, dropping the curtain and headed for the only other door, surmising it lead upstairs. The door at the top of the stairs opened to a kitchen. Patrick's kitchen, I knew from a previous visit. I was happy to learn my previous thoughts were correct and he had taken me to his home. The curtains were open, the dawn-lightened sky revealing the clean, organized counters, sturdy table and chairs as well as a coffee pot. I found coffee in the first cupboard I opened, again noting the clean organization, and quickly started a pot. As I stood by the counter, waiting to mainline the first cup, I rolled my shoulders, noting the twinges as I did. Stretching my arms over my head, more twinges made themselves known and I couldn't wipe the smile off my head at how they had been acquired. As I lowered them, hard male arms snaked around my waist, pulling me backwards. I wrapped my arms around his and leaned back. "Good morning." Patrick murmured against my hair, rubbing his unshaven jaw against me. I responded, slightly breathlessly as I tilted my head back and he swooped down, his mouth open against my shoulder as the robe parted. He trailed them up my neck and I sighed, barely noticing as his hands made short work of the tie in front. His teasing nibbles along my jaw caused new tingles to run along my nerves and I gasped as he suddenly cupped my breasts, his fingers plucking my hard nipples. A tremor ran through my body as he pulled me more firmly against him and I felt his hard cock prodding my ass through the robe. Twisting my head, I captured his lips with mine, thrusting my tongue between them and he responded, meeting my challenge with his own. His fingers tightened almost painfully on my nipples, pulling them harder and I revelled in the sensations. The pain caused pleasure to sear heat between my nipples and my pussy, wringing a gasp from me as moisture gathered there. Taking advantage, Patrick thrust his tongue against mine, wresting back control of the kiss. Turning me to face him, he pushed the robe off my shoulders, our mouths never parting. I felt his hard cock prodding my belly and I pushed against it, trapping it between us and rubbing my body against his. Patrick growled low in his throat as his hands slid down, cupping my ass and pulling me up against him firmly. Pictures flew through my mind of all the lovely clean surfaces in that kitchen and all I wanted was for him to choose one and fuck me any way he wanted. I clasped his shoulders, nails digging in as I slid one leg up his hair-roughened one, trying to lift myself. Patrick grinned against my lips. "Does my sweet, sexy slut need a good fucking?" He slid his hands down, fingers slipping down between my ass cheeks to probe my pussy. "God, you're so wet." He pulled his mouth off mine, kissing my closed lids briefly. I could only stand there, as he slid one thick finger inside me. Gasping, my eyes flew open to find him staring at me with speculation. He knew how much I wanted him and I could feel his cock telling me the same about him. My eyebrow arched and a slow smile spread across my lips. Withdrawing his finger, Patrick smiled back and I knew I had won and was in for another fucking. He slid his hands up my back to my shoulders, squeezing them lightly. One hand moved to my leg, hooked around his, and he gently pushed it down, before returning to my shoulder. My smile faded, confused by his actions, but willing to adjust as I pressed against him again, moving against his trapped cock. He closed his eyes, shook his head briefly, then suddenly pushed against my shoulders, pushing me down. "On your knees, slut." Patrick growled the words as my knees hit the floor, his hard cock waving in front of my face. "You'll get fucked, but on my terms." He was returning to the persona of last night and, heavens, did this turn me on! Even without the blindfold and ties, it was the control in his voice that caused new juices to flood my pussy. I felt the slow drip as they ran down my inner thighs, licking my lips as I eyed his cock. I hadn't had a chance to see it last night so my eyes drank their fill. It was thick and long, befitting a large man like Patrick, nestled in a bed of dark curly hair, his balls hanging below. A drop of liquid seeped from the slit of the thick mushroomed head and I leaned forward to lap it up. I heard his quick intake of breath and his hand fell heavily on my head, running down my hair. I looked up through my lashes, lapping the slit again. His features were hard with need and something else that thrilled me. "What do you want me to do?" I ran my tongue over his cock head. "Sir?" I knew I was being impudent and wondered if he would react to that. I put my hands on my thighs, leaning back a little and licking my lips, waiting for his next move. Patrick considered me, his eyes wandering over my face and I could see the gears in his head turning. I knew his decision had been made when his hand on my head closed around my hair, tugging my head back almost painfully. He smiled, but it had a cruel edge and I held my breath, hoping. "Suck my cock," He gave the command quietly, firmly, his hand twisting in my hair to push my head forward. "Do it well and I will fuck you, understand?" I nodded. "If I'm not pleased with how you do it, even if I come, you will not be pleased." Thrills sped up and down my spine at his words, his command and his promise. I wanted him to fuck me, but at the same time, I knew his punishment would be equally intense. Jerking my head back by my hair, he forced me to look at him again. "You will not be pleased. Do you understand?" I nodded and he pulled my hair painfully, letting me understand that I wasn't obeying. Gasping, I quickly complied: "Yes, Sir, I understand." He nodded once, loosening his hold on my hair. Leaning forward, I kissed the tip of his cock, my tongue probing the slit. I grasped the base firmly with one hand, opening my mouth wider, sliding it over his cock head. I swirled my tongue around and around, sliding my hand up and down the shaft. Feeling the hot, silky skin pulling against my hand, I pulled my mouth off his cock and looked up at Patrick as I licked the palm of my hand before wrapping my fingers more firmly around his cock and pumping it slowly. Keeping my eyes raised to him, I took his cock head in my mouth again, my lips closed tight around it as I created a suction between us. Running my tongue around the underside, I probed the sensitive edges and my reward was more juices. My cheeks hollowed as I began sucking just the head, bobbing back and forth as my tongue searched for more. I stroked his cock from the base up to meet my lips, keeping a strong rhythm. I could feel the connection between our eyes like a palpable thing and knew he was enjoying this. Patrick placed both hands back on my head, stroking my hair gently for a moment, then grasping firmly. I only had a moment to wonder before he thrust his cock deeply into my mouth, his hands holding me so I had no choice but to take it. He withdrew slightly, then thrust again, harder, forcing his cock deeper, ignoring my gagging as I tried to adjust. My eyes watered, tears leaking out and I could feel my face, hot and red, as his thick cock pushed deeper. Realizing what he wanted, I tried again, relaxing my throat and sliding my mouth along his cock, taking him in deeper. My mouth was stretched tight around his thickness, my tongue pressing up against the underside as I slid back and then forward again. I felt a thrill of victory as my lips met my own fingers at the base of his cock and knew I had taken his whole length inside by myself. I could do this! Patrick groaned above me. "Fuck, yeah, take me deep, slut. That's it, harder!" His words spurred me on as much as my position. I felt such primal lust, on my knees, letting this man control my actions, that I could have come then and there. But, oh, how I wanted to make him come first! Cupping his balls in my other hand, I sucked his cock deep, letting my mouth slide back to the tip, teasing the edges with my tongue before taking him deep again. Keeping one hand on my head, Patrick grasped the counter with the other. His whole body was trembling and covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Our eyes never broke contact as I gently squeezed his balls, my head bobbing back and forth, his cock sliding between my lips. I didn't know I could be so turned on by just giving a blow job! My entire being was focused solely on giving him as much pleasure as possible. I felt his balls tighten, his sac drawing them up and knew he was close to coming. Doubling my efforts, I tightened my fingers around the base of his cock and slid them up and down the hard shaft, following the actions of my mouth. I kept my suction hard as I moved faster, my head bobbing in quick rhythm as his cock moved in and out, the tip tickling my throat then almost pulling out of my lips. Patrick tightened his grip on my head, at first just moving with the rhythm. I saw his mouth slacken as the pleasure grew intense. Letting go of the counter, he grasped my head again, fingers sliding through my hair to press against my scalp. Without warning, he began thrusting harder, pushing his cock in deeper, using my mouth as he face-fucked me mercilessly. I was helpless to move and could do nothing by take his cock pounding in and out of my open mouth, his balls slamming against my chin. I grasped Patrick's thighs, my nails digging in as my throat worked, his cock pushing in and out with quick thrusts. I could only try to keep sucking, keep my tongue pressed up against him as his motions grew hard and frantic. His triumphant yell hit my ears at the same time as hot spurts of liquid hit my throat. Desperately, I swallowed, laving my tongue against his cock as he kept it thrust deep. His hips jerked back and then forward and he rammed even deeper, his hands holding my head steady. I swallowed hard, digging my nails deeper as if to hold him in place so he couldn't take his cock away from me. As the last drops trickled down my throat, Patrick slumped forward slightly, his grasp lessening as he stroked my hair again. Eager to please, I drew back and forth, letting his softening cock slide easily. Reaching again to hold it, I let the head pop out of my mouth and Patrick shuddered. Teasingly, I licked around the head, creating a new burst of shudders within him. I felt it then. My power. His control gave me the power. A Binding Friendship My breath rushed out as he suddenly stopped and I crashed into him. He swung around and picked me up easily in his arms, his long strides carrying him to a destination only he knew. My breathing quickened as me fear grew, wondering where he would take me. A bubble of hysteria threatened to burst in me as I realized the double meaning, for he meant to take my body as well. I had no doubts that he would use me for as long as he wanted. I lost track of direction but felt his feet leave the pavement and walk across a grassy path. He set me down on my feet and pushed me against a surface, his hand forcing me to press into the cold surface. I felt his power again as he slammed his body hard against something, a door, and felt no surprise that it gave way to him. He pulled me roughly and thrust me inside, my feet stumbling, but keeping my footing. His hand on my wrist, he pulled me quickly through the room and pushed me roughly and suddenly so I fell. My hands flew out to break my fall, but connected instead with a soft cool surface that could only be a sheet-covered bed. I pressed my hot cheek against the cool cheek briefly before I felt a hard slap on my ass cheek and stiffened, trying not to cry out. He grabbed my hips roughly and flipped me onto my back and I felt real fear as he grasped the open edges of my dress and tore it quickly open, rendering it useless. He told me to sit up and pushed the straps down my arms, yanking the dress out from under my ass. My arms automatically came to cover up my breasts from his gaze. I felt so helpless, half-naked and blinded. He pulled my hands down and put them on the bed, whispering again in my ear. "You will pay for that." I nearly cried out as I felt the first sting of his hand slapping my left breast. An equally hard slap was delivered to the right, but I held back the sound. His low chuckle came again. "Don't worry, my sweet slut, I will let you moan and scream when the time is right." I trembled all over, knowing his words were true. I could feel my pussy, wet and aching to be filled. I could feel my clit rubbing between my wet lips and knew it would not take much to make me cry out as I came. I felt his hands travelling down my calf again, holding my foot firmly as he pulled my sandal off and it hit the floor. The other soon followed and he swung my legs up on the bed. Again, I heard the commanding tone as he whispered, "Move up on the bed and grab the first pole you reach and lay face down." I cautiously slid up, hands outstretched to feel my way and was rewarded when my fingers curled around a slim pole. I felt him kneel on the bed and something rough - rope? - was pulled around my wrists, pulling tight and catching them together. The rope dug in slightly painfully and he pulled my arms taut to tie them to the pole. I immediately tested them, pulling hard and felt his hand slapping each ass twice in succession. I gasped at the pain and stayed still. "My sweet slut, I can see that your training has been a long time coming," he laughed quietly and leaned down to whisper again, "Just as you will be coming a long time if I allow you." I held still, with difficulty as his hand slid down my thigh, my nerves jumping as he slid across the sensitive skin behind my knee and down my calf. A rope was tied around my ankle and he gave a sharp tug on my body, stretching me out and spreading my legs wide as he tied the ankle to the bed, repeating with the other ankle. In my mind's eye, I could see how I looked to him: face down, blindfolded, body stretched taut across the bed, legs spread wide. I knew he could see the wet patch on my panties between my legs and I bit back a moan again at how shamelessly I was turned on by this. His hand trailed up my leg again as he strolled beside the bed. I tried to close my legs, but couldn't move them as his fingers dipped between my legs, running firmly over the wet patch and pushing the material up into my pussy. I knew he had seen the movement and was not surprised to feel the sharp sting on my ass. The bed dipped as he sat on the edge, his fingers stroking and probing my pussy through my panties as he leaned down, his warm breath feathering my ear again. "Never attempt to close your legs to me again, my slut. Do you understand?" I was eager to avoid the sting of his slaps and his disapproval and nodded my head, my lips almost forming the word "yes" but biting it back in time. He chuckled at my struggle, his hand sliding firmly up the crack of my ass and pushing the material inside. So many feelings were rippling through me that I could hardly breathe. Would he really fuck my ass? I shuddered at the thought. I had never gone that route and I knew that it would be very painful and invasive. I felt helpless and afraid, but so excited that I began to doubt my own morals. Small fissures of desire were spreading all over my body, the hardest of all in my pussy. I knew I was wetter than I had ever been before, at once repulsed and aroused by the thought of him using my body. How far would he go? How much could I take? I both feared and desired the answers to the questions. I felt both his hands massaging my shoulders, kneading the knots there and forcing me to relax against my will. As if he knew my body better than I, he touched me exactly as I needed and I felt my body sink into the soft firmness of the bed. He leaned down again and whispered: "Do not move until I tell you to." I felt the bed spring up as he rose, leaving me on the bed, exposed and alone and I felt him melt into the shadows of the room. His eyes never left me though, I could feel them raking me as I lay there, stretched taut and open. I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed my hot cheek to the bed.