It had been over a week. A whole fucking week and he was nowhere in sight. It's like he had dropped off the face of the planet after the most Earth-shattering fuck I had ever received. My pussy still felt raw and ached for days after. Walking was a little bit of a struggle as it took some time for the strength to come back to my legs. It was all I could think about, and the fact that he had just disappeared made me pine for every inch of him inside me once more.
Maybe that was his game, maybe he wanted me to want him. If that was how he played it was fucking working. I had never craved a cock so much in my life. I felt like a little teenager gagging for him to sync himself deep inside me like some sort of slut.
Towards the end of the week, I was starting to lose all sense of morality. The dildo was in use again, every single night, sometimes for hours at a time. The problem was, once Harry had satisfied me, no amount of self-pleasure would ever compare to the feeling of him fucking me as he did at the start of the week. I couldn't even cum on my own any more, not after the experience I had.
As the weekend Drew to a close, my husband went blissfully to work, and the kids went back to school I decided enough was enough. I put on the sexiest, figure-hugging dress I could find. It was low-cut, displaying a rather large portion of my firm tits and had a long slit up the side showing off almost the entirety of my right tanned leg. I finished the outfit off with a set of killer black high heels that added that least four inches to my height. If he was there he wouldn't know what hit him, he would have to fuck me again.
When the house was finally empty again in the early hours of the morning, I started out the front door down the path and came to stand outside his house.
Without hesitation, I knocked on the door as loud as I could. Nothing moved inside for a few minutes, then there was a rustling and a click. The door to Harry's House swung open and his rippling muscular body stood in the doorframe.
"hey," he waved at me from inside.
"Don't hey me!" I hissed at him.
"Woah, what's the problem?" he said looking confused.
"you know full well what the problem is, I've been waiting all week and not a sign of you. You gave me the greatest f*** of my life and then just disappeared! "
Harry's face broke out into a smile. He started to laugh.
"What exactly is funny? " I snapped back at him.
"Nothing, except I knew you'd be round here, eventually."
I put one hand on my hip and glared at him. The cheeky little dick. He knew I'd be round, what did he think I was some sort of slut?
" I don't think you're a slut by the way, " he grinned as if reading my mind. " I just think I'm that good, and if you're not in too much of a hurry I have a surprise waiting for you in my bedroom. "
A little shiver ran down my spine as he spoke. Surprise? What kind of a surprise did he have in store for me, could fucking him get even better than he did last week? how that was possible I don't know.
He gestured for me to enter. I didn't hesitate, not this time. I was craving him. I wanted every inch of him in me. I needed to feel him spread me wide once more and make me scream. Nothing else mattered.
The door slammed shut behind me. Harry led me down the hall, through the kitchen and into another room situated at the very back of the house. It was dimly lit, relatively small and covered from floor to ceiling in mirrors. In the center of the room was a lone table, and at each corner of the table, hung long, snake like metal chains hooked to the ceiling.
"What is this place?" I asked staring around with a mixture of wonderment and confusion.
"What does it look like?" He smiled and stepped further into the room.
"Is this where you murder me?" I said.
Harry drew me close. I let out a gasp of air as our bodies touched.
"Don't worry," he whispered. "I'm not going to murder you. I'm going to fuck you."
A groan escaped my lips as he leant forwards and planted a soft kiss just above my colar bone. My breathing quickened. I was already so wet I could feel myself seeping through the silky smooth fabric of my thong.
"Lay on the table," he said softly and guided me to the center of the room.
My heart was racing as I sat down on the cold wood. Harry placed one hand on my chest and gently pushed me backwards until I was flat agaisnt the table. He moved silently around me and clasped the first metal chain around my right wrist.
I groaned as each chain clicked into place, one at each wrist and ankle. There was a snapping sound and the chains tightened with crack of metal tugging at my arms and legs until i was spread completely wide. My head was angled backwards off the end of the table.
