"Hello, Lydia."
I turned around slowly, glancing behind me. I wondered if he could tell I was shaking. How long has he been here? I thought. How did he get in? Why...
"I've always enjoyed watching you cum, you little whore." He chuckled. "And you came so many times."
My head was spinning. We have kept in touch since we met a couple years ago but I hadn't seen him since last summer, since he told me what he wanted to do to me...but couldn't. "What do you want, Paul?" I asked calmly, turning around to face him.
He was standing in the corner of my room behind the balcony doors, casually leaning against the wall with his thumbs stuck inside the front pockets of his jeans. He was taller than me with short brown hair and blue eyes. His tattooed arms hung to the sides of a black t-shirt. I have a thing for tattooed men, I thought to myself.
An evil grin appeared on his face and even lit up his eyes. "More."
My breath caught in my throat, as if I could feel his strong hands around my neck already. I was a little scared, I admit, but mostly because I knew that I was not fully aware of what he's capable of. He left his spot against the wall and walked slowly across the room to my half naked, trembling body. He reached out a hand to touch my cheek, letting his fingers fall down to the gap in my shirt to expose my breasts. I shuddered when his fingertips grazed my nipples.
"How long have you been here?" I whispered.
He shrugged. "Came in before your 'date' arrived; remembered where you keep your spare key. I was unaware you had made plans this evening. Had a few plans of my own, but watching you fuck...mmm, exciting." He pushed my shirt off my shoulders and caught it behind me as it fell from my arms. I stayed still. He leaned his face into mine and I stared into his fiery blue eyes. "But now, I'm afraid, you are all mine."
His lips were soft and gentle upon mine, teasing me. I leaned into him for a deeper kiss but he grabbed my arms and pushed me back to the corner of my bed. Pulling my hands behind me and around the post of the canopy bed, he used my shirt to tie my wrists together and stepped back, admiring my naked body. I was so excited I could feel my pussy throbbing again.
"Are you going to have your way with me?" I asked.
He smiled as he ran his hands between my thighs, up and down slowly. "Of course."
My pussy throbbed even more. Yes, I was still nervous, but knowing he had watched me fuck Jack and took pleasure in it then getting his hands on me might be more than I could handle. For years I have secretly wanted to be tied up and abused, never finding the right man to admit that to because of the trust required to allow it. I found that in Paul. He is the only lover I've had I could relinquish control to. But he was afraid he would hurt me; if I fully submit to him, there would be no mercy. No safe words. And I may never be able to look at him again. And right now I couldn't take my eyes away from his.
His fingers found my clit and started rubbing firmly, making me spread my thighs and whimper. He slid a finger inside me while his other hand twisted itself into my hair, pulling my head back next to the bedpost. I moaned as he finger fucked me slowly, bending over to take a nipple into his mouth and sucking it hard. It was torturous; I wanted more and he knew it. He pulled on my nipple with his teeth as he slid his finger in and out of me faster, causing a little scream to escape my lips. He pulled away from my heaving chest and looked into my eyes.
"Like that, you dirty whore?" he spoke quietly.
"Yes, sir," I whined.
He pulled his finger from my pussy and held it up to my lips. I opened my mouth and sucked the juices from his finger, my eyes open and staring into his. He drug his finger out of my mouth slowly and I bit down gently on it, grinning slightly. He pulled down harder on my hair and moved his face inches from mine.
"You're gonna pay for that," he whispered.
"I know," I smarted back.
He released my hair, untied the shirt from around my wrists and pulled me down to the bench at the foot of the bed, moving it away from the footboard a foot or so. Pushing me down to my knees, he bent me over the seat and stretched my arms out across it, tying my wrists with each sleeve of my shirt to the legs on the other end. He knelt behind me, squeezing my ankles together with his knees so I couldn't move. I wiggled my ass a little, knowing what was coming. I tried to look back to see his device of punishment...a belt. He folded it in half and rubbed my ass cheeks with one hand before the belt made its first contact. I screamed a little; the stinging sensation spread across my backside. He waited several moments before striking my ass again, touching the welts each time he did so as they formed across my skin. The pain was sharp with each strike and burned across my skin as the sting spread. He stopped after twenty, breathing heavily but then quietly getting up to untie me. I continued laying across my bench afterward, recovering from my punishment. He leaned over me and stuck a finger inside my pussy again, fucking me steadily while holding me down with his other hand. I squirmed and moaned under him, wanting more than a finger inside me and he knew it.
"Are you ready, bitch?" he asked. "Are you ready to beg for forgiveness?"
"Yes, sir," I answered. "I'm sorry, sir."
"You will be sorry when I'm done with you, whore." He jerked me up by my hair, positioning himself in front of me. I could see his erection through his jeans. I reached up and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, freeing his cock. He took off his shirt and sat down on the bench and I crawled between his legs. I looked up into his eyes as I took him in my mouth. He watched me as I sucked on the head, slowly inching his length across my tongue and down my throat. He moaned, threading his fingers into my hair as I slid his dick out of my mouth and back in. I took my time pleasing him, growing wetter with every groan from him. Pleasing him made me so hot and he knew it. My mind was filled with thoughts of anticipation; I have wanted him inside me again since the first time.
After some time of watching me suck his cock he tightened his fingers in my hair and pushed my head down as far as he could. I gagged as the head hit the back of my throat but didn't protest. I felt so dirty when he used me for his pleasure. He did this several times, listening to me gag as I felt every inch of him in my mouth. My pussy was so wet I could feel my juices running down my leg again. I wanted to reach a hand between my legs and rub my clit but I wasn't ready for him to know how hot my body was for more.
