Gentle Readers - I'd like to thank all of you that read my first submission in this series and for all the positive feedback I received. As you can tell, the series is a bit different since part two. This chapter, obviously, picks up where the second ended. It helps to follow them in order to understand some of the characters. Again, please vote and any feedback, good or bad, is always greatly appreciated! Happy reading - Red
Tracy lay on her bed, face down, sobbing into the pillows. Why had she told Mark how she felt? She couldn't believe how incredibly stupid she felt at that moment. Sure, she was very much in love with him, but did she really need to ruin what they had by confiding that to him? As she lay there crying, she did not hear the stranger that had crept into the house earlier and seen Mark and Tracy as they pleasured one another.
By the time Tracy realized she wasn't alone, it was too late. He had straddled her from behind and had his hand over her mouth. His other hand yanked her hair back so that she couldn't move her head.
"Listen you little cock tease, and listen good," came a harsh, deep voice. His breath was hot against her cheek. "You're going to do as you're told and we won't have any problems. I saw how you weren't wearing underwear when you were getting into your car downtown. You didn't seem to have a care when you showed that shaved pussy at the gas station. Didn't even think twice when you got yourself off while at the carwash or when you fingered yourself while driving home afterwards. But since you like to display your shaved cunt so much, we'll just have to show you what happens to sluts that like to tease. Now, close your eyes and don't you dare open them."
Tracy did as she was told and felt the stranger put a blindfold around her eyes. He ordered her to sit on the edge of the bed. Being without the benefit of sight, Tracy did her best to get up and do as she was told. He grabbed her hand and she felt a silky sensation. "Put them on, now!" The order was very direct. It wasn't exactly a threatening tone, but it was one to be taken seriously. She figured that it was a pair of her lace thigh hi hose. She put them on and smoothed them out the best she could without being able to see if they were correct.
"Stand up and get into those shoes," he directed her. Tracy stood and felt around with the tip of her nylon encased toes. She found the shoes and was amazed that she managed to get them on without slipping them onto the wrong feet on the first try. She stood there, waiting for the next order. She heard him come around to her. His hands were rather strong, but not punishing. He used just enough pressure with them on her shoulders to make her kneel before him. She could feel heat and smell a slightly salty, musky odor.
She went to put her hands before her. The slap nearly caused her to fall flat on her back. Her jaw felt like it had been slammed into the wall.
"Keep your hands behind your back. I didn't want to hit you, but you'll do as you're told. Do you understand?"
Tracy lowered her head and nodded.
"Good," he cooed as he caressed her cheek and jaw. "As long as you do what you are told, we won't have to resort to that type of discipline."
Why did he keep saying ‘we'? Were there others in the room? Tracy didn't dare speak. Her jaw was still throbbing from the slap and she didn't want to chance that speaking when not spoken to was one of the rules that would result in another. She felt the heat again and could again smell the musky, salty odor. She clasped her hands tightly behind her back as she sat on her heels. She felt the smooth feeling of skin on skin. One of his hands was in her hair, holding her head still and forcing her to lift her face up. Was it his other hand that was rubbing her face? That was answered as she felt a wet sensation being traced over her cheeks, nose and then to her full lips.
She pursed her lips together. He tugged on her hair just enough to make Tracy start to yelp. As she opened her mouth, he shoved his cock into her mouth. He jerked her hair back hard.
"Don't even think about biting me, bitch. Just let it happen. If you decide to disobey, you'll be extremely sorry."
Tracy's mind flooded with a myriad of scenarios as she felt him rock his cock in and out of her mouth. She thought about just allowing it to happen. What if she did "Bobbitize" this guy? If she did it well enough, she'd get away with no problem, right? But then again, he kept saying ‘we'. If there were others here, they'd prohibit her from escaping. Why hadn't she just met Mark at the hotel like originally planned? What if Mark came back? She'd just have to suffer with this. Besides, was she actually starting to enjoy this?
The stranger used his hands to help guide Tracy's head up and down his cock. He didn't seem to really be in a hurry, wasn't entirely sure if he was even trying to get off at this point. He slowed altogether and told Tracy to stay on her knees. She heard him as he seemed to be dressing himself. She heard the zip of the pants and the rustling of cloth, probably his shirt. She was afraid but not totally fearful. He came back to her and helped her to her feet again. He took her hands behind her back and with a satin cord, tied them securely. He placed nipple clamps onto her nipples after sucking them to a nice hard point. He picked up her black trench coat and situated it onto her shoulders, buttoning it up the front.
