They had decided that two visits per month should satisfy them until Thanksgiving rolled around, but it hadn't been easy, even accounting for hours spent on Skype. Cyra looked forward to these weekends, mostly spent in bed, and at most half-dressed. She sat in Warren's driveway, catching her breath and checking her make-up before heading up to the small house he had fixed up. She spent days planning her outfit, getting ready for him. Her jeans were almost too tight, hugging the curves of her ass, and the thin material of her lacy black top revealed the absence of a bra covering her ample breasts. With her bag thrown over her shoulder, she rang the doorbell and bit her lip in anticipation. The seconds felt like forever until he finally opened the door and let her shimmy past him, only briefly glancing at her outfit before following her inside. He ignored her once she was inside, returning his attention to the beer sweating on the counter.
Cyra glanced at the clock mounted on the wall, though she already knew she was late. She could try to explain why she was tardy, that her class had a required lecture, and that she had even left early but it wouldn't make him less upset. She followed him, keeping a few feet away, staring down at the strappy black heels she had chosen for tonight. She hated disappointing him; it delayed pleasure and kept her from being able to touch him. She heard the bottle touch the counter again, and saw his brown leather shoes step in front of hers. She didn't dare look up at him, but Warren grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and yanked her head up so she was forced to stare into his eyes. She fought the urge to avert her eyes from his until he finally let go of her hair. "You're late." He turned away from her, slipping off his shoes as he walked back into the living room. She didn't dare take off her own shoes yet, but turned to follow him as he walked around her. He wasn't ready for her to respond.
He sat down, and patted the spot on the couch next to him invitingly, and she obediently walked over and sat down, placing her full bag by her side, her hands in her lap, her eyes on her manicured nails. So much preparation just to disappoint him. "What should I do to punish you?" Warren placed on hand on each side of her neck and forced her to look up to him. He didn't look as upset as he sounded, but it was obvious he had something planned. "You made me wait for you; maybe I should punish you in kind. I might just blindfold you and handcuff you to the bed for a few hours..." He grinned as she bit her lip, not capable of refusing but desperately wishing she could. Locked in a room without him, wasting precious hours of this weekend being punished was not how she envisioned this meeting's beginning. He took his hands from her face, allowing her to look down once more. "Why don't you go into to the bedroom and get ready while I decide what I want to do with you."
Cyra grabbed her bag and headed into the bedroom, her hips swaying as much as she dared. He probably wouldn't deny her, he looked forward to these weekends as much as she did, but she wanted to help him make the right choice. She closed the door to his room and looked at the familiar space before slipping her heels and jeans off, revealing toned legs and a barely there thong, gripping her round hips. She glanced over her body as she pulled the black top over her shoulders, then took her rolled her hands over her full breasts, rubbing her nipples, watching them perk up and harden. She debated putting on the lacy pink bra currently in her bag, wondering if the mystery was worth the risk. Would it make it harder or easier for her to entice him? She decided against it, stood up straight and examined herself in the mirror.
She was certain he would finish his beer and come right in, but she heard him turn on the TV, and knew he would make her wait a little longer. She took the opportunity to explore the room, though she had examined the house many times. She looked at the trinkets on his dresser, from the watch he hardly wore to the ashtray full of change. She was so busy smelling the cologne she found that she didn't notice him coming up behind her until he yanked her arm and pulled her toward him, pressing her against the wood of the dresser, a handle digging into her lower back. She looked up at him, almost surprised to see him smiling down at her. He pressed himself against her more, almost causing her to cry out as he ground his hips into her. Warren leaned forward and whispered in her ear, grinding against her more roughly, "What a nosy bitch you've become, Cyra. A nosy little whore, exposing yourself." A hand reached up and roughly pinched her stiff nipple as he smirked at her. She finally yelped before biting her lip. He pulled back from her, pleased with his success.
She looked down as she moved away from the handle, realizing that a bruise was forming where the metal had pressed into the center of her back. Warren's hand gripped her arm tightly, forbidding her from moving toward the bed. He opened the now accessible top drawer and glanced away from her to look through the toys inside. Cyra had seen the inside of the drawer many times, and experienced the majority of them. She felt herself getting wet with the thought of the handcuffs and whips inside, curious to see what he would pick first tonight. He pulled her arms behind her roughly and held her wrists together, but instead of the usual cool metal of handcuffs, Cyra felt rope circling her wrists, binding them together tightly. She glanced behind her, and was rewarded by being pushed to her knees. Warren held the rope in one hand and brushed her hair behind her ear softly before walking in front of her.
He held her hair in his fist along with the rope and pulled her hair back roughly so she was forced to look up at him from her position on her knees. For a moment he just smiled down at her, using her hail to move her head around. She stared up at him, waiting for his first demand. "How talented is your mouth, bitch?" Slowly, he unbuckled the brown leather belt that Cyra had felt across her ass and thighs many times, and then he started to unbutton his jeans before pausing. "Talented enough to get these jeans off for me?" Cyra took the denim above the button in her mouth and pulled on it, exposing the zipper which was easier to remove. Warren pushed down his jeans and stepped out of them, leaving the straining boxers to Cyra, who eagerly pulled them down, allowing Warren's thick cock to bounce in front of her face. She had seen it many times before, but it never ceased to turn her on. She stuck out her tongue and circled around the head before flicking the pre-cum from the very tip, pulling away so that the combined saliva and pre-cum dripped down in a long thread from his cock to her lips.
Before Warren could see the anticipation in her eyes, she moved forward again, sucking the head between her full lips and flicking the tip of her tongue against the bottom before bobbing her head along the shaft, running her tongue along it as she slid back and forth, soaking it with saliva. She pulled back, feeling it pop out of her lips, looking up at Warren for approval. His eyes opened and he smiled, "You better put my cock back in your mouth until I come or I tell you to spit it out." Cyra opened her mouth to return to her task, allowing Warren to use her hair to shove his dick into forcefully into her mouth, causing her to gag. He pressed her further still, until her nose was buried into his coarse pubic hairs. She desperately fought for breath, tears running down her cheeks. Warren pulled back for a moment, allowing her to breathe deeply before pressing back into her throat, groaning lowly. This time, Cyra was more prepared and moved her tongue, massaging his shaft as he began to fuck her face, faster until she was sure he would cum, causing her to choke each time his head pushed past her gag reflex.
