"Hey honey. Lovely to see you, come in."
Chris smiled at her as he walked in through the door. "Thanks Tess. Really hoping we can get this sorted tonight, save a lot of headaches in the next week."
Tess led him through the house to her kitchen. As he walked along behind her, his hands quivered slightly with excitement, before he clenched them to regain control. She was the mother of the groom; Chris the best man, and he'd decided to invite himself over on any flimsy pretext he could think of. He'd known her since he was old enough to walk, completely inseperable from her boy, and he'd had a crush on her since he was old enough to fantasize.
The kitchen was a wide, spacious assault of white, polished to an immaculate shine, with a central island that was part work-top, part dining table for the informal evening. As she fetched them two glasses of red, Chris made idle chit-chat, admiring as he had so many times before. She was beautiful, there was no doubt. She was quite short, with long black hair that curled into soft, lazy ringlets, and her full lips and piercing blue eyes had gained her some traction in her modelling days. She was wearing a dark grey button up blouse with the top two buttons left open to showcase her large breasts, and comfortable jeans that caressed her hips. She wasn't slim but was far from fat; she had some extra weight everywhere you'd want it. He decided she was plump, thick in all the right ways.
"So, how are you getting on with the speech?" she asked as she took a seat next to him. The sweet scent of her perfume filled his nostrils.
"Not great. I've written some parts, but... Ah, see what you think." He fished a hastily scribbled piece of paper from his bag and passed it to her.
"... Right. Well, we can fix this." she smiled at him. "I'll just go and get my folder, be back in a flash." As soon as she had passed through the kitchen door, he fumbled in his jeans pockets. He produced a zip-lock bag with two pills inside, shook them out of the packet and threw them into her wine with a trembling mix of anxiety and excitement. He'd spent weeks planning, yet it all rested on the dodgy bastard he'd met in a club in Guildford.
She reappeared and sat back down, all business. They spent the next twenty minutes talking about the wedding, and of old memories of Mike that could feature in Chris' speech. With each passing sip he watched her closer, fidgeting more and more as she reached the bottom of her glass.
"I think it's probably just safest to start with how they met and... You know the first time he introduced you to her and... Hm..." She hesitated, mumbling, and Chris smiled ever so slightly, as her voice began to trail off.
"Yeah. Just gonna run to the loo, back in a tick." He got up and walked away, balling and unballing his hands into fists, struggling to remain calm. He strode into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He placed his hands on the side of the sink, gripping tightly as he stared into the mirror for a moment, grinning in anticipation. He was hard just from the thought of what would come next. He splashed a little water on his face, took a deep breath, and went back out.
As he came to the open doorway to the kitchen, he froze. She was lying slumped on the worktop, her face mostly covered by her mass of thick curls. "Tess?" He asked quietly. And then slightly louder. "Tess?"
Nothing.
He tiptoed over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. Just the touch of her sent electric shocks through his body. He steadied himself and gently shook her. "Tess?" He moved her hair out of the way for a proper look at her face. Her eyes were closed, mouth slightly open. He saw her chest moving up and down with shallow breaths.
His breath caught in his throat. He had to move, quickly. Gently, he lifted her from her chair and placed her on the cool tile floor, her backed propped up against the side of the worktop. Unable to resist, he lightly brushed his fingers over her breasts and thighs, shivering in anticipation. He snatched his bag from where he had been sitting, rummaging around for the rope and tape he had purchased from a hardware shop way out of town. He'd driven over a hundred miles away to buy it; the devil was in the details.
He pulled her forward and put her hands behind her back, tying them together at the wrists. He tied the knot twice, then another time for good luck. And then another after that. Satisfied, he leaned her back against the counter, and grabbed her phone from the top. He frowned as it flashed, asking for a password, then smiled and knelt by Tess's side. He reached around and lightly touched one of her index fingers to the sensor. His smiled widened as the phone unlocked. As planned.
With slightly trembling fingers, Chris undid the next two buttons of Tess's blouse and twitched it as far to the side as he could, exposing the majority of her breasts. She was wearing a red bra, trimmed with a little lace, and the angle with which he had tied her hands led to her chest being slightly pushed out and more pronounced. He could feel his cock pressing hard into his jeans as he stared at her for a few moments, fingers lightly tracing over the material. He shook his head slightly and focused on what he was doing. The camera app on her found made a little noise as he opened it and flicked it to self-facing mode. Carefully, he angled the camera toward her and took a few fake-selfies, just of her exposed bra and breasts. He couldn't resist giving them a little squeeze with his other hand; off camera, of course. He opened WhatsApp and sent the image to his own phone, with a little caption, "Come over".
Satisfied, he put her phone back onto the work top, and double checked his own to make sure it had sent correctly. Whilst there, the temptation was too great and he snapped a few quick photos of her lying there, propped up, sleeping; helpless.
His phone vanished back into his pocket. He sat against the wall facing her, a few feet away from her dainty feet, and waited. He couldn't start now. He wouldn't want her to miss anything.
It took another ten minutes. Her foot twitched. Then her lips parted ever so slightly. Her toes curled a little. Dark, smoldering eyes blinked slowly open, rolling around until they settled upon the sight of Chris massaging one of her dainty feet. He grinned at her. "Welcome back. Took you long enough." The confusion settling on her face set the desire stirring in him like an animal.
"Wh.. What's going on? Chris?" She mumbled at him drowsily. "Why am I on the floor?"
"We'll get to that soon," he assured her. "You just relax and settle into it."
"Settle? What?" She made to move an arm, only to find them trapped. She began to struggle feebly against her bonds. "Chris? What's happening? Why are you touching my feet?"
