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A promise of things

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She woke in darkness and in pain; the world a confusing crush of silence. The thick lethargic air was suffocating; dead; and permeated with the tired smell of alcohol and stale blood. Her mind was haze and her thoughts disconnected.

Jessica....my name is Jessica Her sanity fought for purchase in the total abeyance of light but could find no foothold in the dark. .

Where am I? The thought was illformed and the answer scattered before her in tantalizingly disjoint fragments and images. Rain. She could remember the rain, how it felt, how it flattened her hair and discolored her favorite dress. Why was I walking in the rain?

She tried to move and felt a slow fear creep along her spine as her arms failed to obey in their usual manner. Ropes. As her sanity grudgingly grew in the darkness she could feel the biting sting around her wrists. She was bound, tightly; the dull ache in her shoulders caused by wrists tied tightly and resting painfully above the small of her back. Her head shifted slightly and cool air flowed to her lips; lips no longer buried in a pillow.

He walked me home. That thought brought a touch of clarity and that clarity brought more confusion. More ropes. The confining feel of them around her ankles was quickly forgotten as she realized her ass was bare and lifted above her knees, her body contorted into a worshipful bow, her breasts sitting softly on the bed, face pressed into a yielding pillow.

For a moment, she was distracted by the wetness she felt between her thighs, and wondered at the swollen and abused feel of her pussy and the stinging pain on her ass. The fear inside her jumped and she let out a soft moan and she mustered all her energy to escape from the restraints.

?Be still?

The quiet competent voice stilled her, her body obeying before her mind could even register its meaning and with it the details of the evening exploded into her consciousness.

She remembered the bar and the drinks and the eye contact across the room. A single fleeting look that consumed her like she was already his for the taking. Its effect had been short and chilling and a little bit embarrassing. She felt her pussy, sore and still throbbing, moisten at the memory.

When she had left, he was there, waiting with a certainty that should have been abhorrent but instead seemed rightfully his. He walked her to his car in the rain and held the door and for some reason she got in. She was not even sure they had spoken.

This is his place not mine. She could smell him on the pillow and was distracted for a moment by the fact that he slept there. He didn?t even offer to take me home. That thought was embarrassing. God she could be easy sometimes.

When they walked in the door there was no ceremony. He had just looked at her appraisingly for a moment until she felt things tremble that should only tremble when properly caressed.

?The bedroom is through there.? He indicated the direction with a slight inclination and a glance.

Not even going to offer me a drink. She had thought it but didn?t say it...now that wasn?t like her at all.

Instead she had turned obediently towards the open door and entered his room. She felt him enter behind her and heard the door clicking shut with an ominous finality.

Again with the silent appraising. He watched her until she almost broke the silence.

?Take off your clothes.?

Finally. The silence had become a bit off putting. Wait...what?!

?N..? She began to form words, to express to him just how wrong he was about her if he thought she was just going to stand there naked in front of him.

?Take off your clothes or I will take you home.? His words stopped her cold and touched a place in the deep down she hadn?t quite known was there. ?Go or stay. That is the only choice that is yours to make tonight.?

Fuck. Fuck you and your smoldering gaze that promises...things.

She stood there wondering if the growing pit in her stomach was going to be the get-the-hell-out-of-there sort of pit or the i?m-about-to-get-very-naked sort.

Her dress was halfway over her head before she admitted it was the later.

The room was not cold enough to justify the goose bumps that broke out on her arms nor the shiver down her spine as she stood there, in light grey panties and her ?sexy bra?. She was self conscious and still trembling and was pretty damned sure that was actually a get-the-hell-out-of-there sort of tremble when he closed the distance.

He hadn?t touched her yet but he was close. Close enough to feel the heat from his body against her own bare skin. When he finally did touch her, running a hand lightly from her shoulder to her elbow she felt her trembling become a bit more like quivering.

Definitely let?s-get-naked trembles.

His hand came up to the side of her face, palm against her cheek and she felt his lips touch lightly against her own. Her lips parted, hungry tongue trying to close the distance but he pulled just out of reach. Then he stepped back and did that quiet thing he seemed to like doing. The thing that seemed to have more control over her pussy than she did.

She didn?t remember undoing the snap of her bra but oddly she remembered the sound it made when it hit the floor. Her increased nakedness was rewarded by no change in his silence and she put on her best pouty face.

His lifted eyebrow wiped the pout from her lips as it conveyed both disappointment and a promise of...things.

Fuck.

Her panties came away with the slightest sticky reluctance and she kicked them away.

Now what?

This time, when he closed the distance he let the kiss linger. His lips parted and she felt his tongue slide between her own lips with an expertness that caused her breath to quicken. Maybe he forgot about the pouty face already?. Her thoughts were distracted by his hands pulling at her wrists. Apparently her hands had wandered quite naturally around his waist. He pulled them down and to her sides and pulled away from the kiss. When he released her it was clear she was to leave them there.

His hand again found the side of her face and traced its way down her shoulder to her collar bone. It almost burned. When he cupped her right breast softly she felt the first of many moans rise unbidden from her throat. His fingers circled her nipple pinching it slightly between thumb and finger. The pressure grew rapidly until it began to hurt. OUCH! she thought but the moan that lingered in the room didn?t sound like pain and the warmth in her crotch definitely didn?t feel like pain. She took a deep breath realizing she had been holding it as the pressure was just as suddenly gone. She could feel the blood rush back in and with it its own kind of pain, lingering and stimulating. His hand found her hip and then her thigh and then it was between her legs touching both sides as it rose back up to her rapidly wettening folds. For a frozen moment she could feel his hand on her pussy, the fingers caressing its folds, tasting its texture. But the moment was fleeting, glancing really and she let out a shudder as his hand moved on. She watched as he raised his finger to his lips, tasting the moisture there.

He pushed her back gently until she felt the back of her legs touch the bed and soon she was sitting, her face nearly level with the zipper of his denim. She had a sudden urge to see his cock, she could tell by the bulge it was excited and ready to come out. She was even about to suggest he show it to her when he broke the reverie by reaching down and sliding a nondescript but well worn wooden chest from under the bed.

Fuck.

He opened it but the lid blocked her view of its contents. Was that a look of uncertainty on his face? Did he really have so many implements to chose from in this war chest?

What he rose with seemed a rather mundane coil of rope and her mind eased a bit as she?.Wait...rope?!. Her pulse might have quickened had it been possible. He is really going to tie me up. The thought was surreal and her mind could not quite work around it...and I am going to let him. That epiphany scared the hell out of her...but her pussy seemed not to mind; its throb was going to require serious attention soon. She decided to listen to it, it obviously seemed to know what it wanted.

She watched in fascination as the first coil tightened around her wrist and then in trepidation as she felt it bite not quite playfully into her. When he pulled them behind her back and bound them together she shivered...long since losing the ability to tell the difference between the good shivers and the bad ones. She felt the ropes wind up her arms, ritualistically binding her tighter with each passing loop until they finally stopped above her elbows.

?Roll over?

NO! she screamed in her mind even as her body obeyed and she felt her breasts press against the bed; her legs dangling off; her ass exposed to this man whose name she couldn?t even remember. She felt him admiring her ass, then she felt him touch it and the discomfort was forgotten. The touch was tender and exploring and she felt his hands on the cheek and down the back of her thighs. The first time his lips kissed the small of her back she nearly came.

He lingered a bit, letting his tongue and lips trace their way along the bottom of her back and then along each cheek of her ass and then finally to the back of her thighs. He was so close to her she could feel his breath tickle the shaven lips of her pussy. She cringed slightly as she felt him pull away.

?I?m going to lick your pussy. Do not cum.? She almost came at the words, at the thought of trying to hold back. Impossible!

The first touch of his tongue along the left lip of her pussy almost proved an end to her. When it found her clit it was painful. His tasting was hungry and she could feel his teeth against her, biting the soft flesh while intermittently massaging it with his tongue. He lingered, teasing and painful. Please!

?Please.? The unsated throbbing was too much and just when she could not bear to continue he pulled away. Her mind was fogging as it turned inward, fighting against the orgasm and begging for it and the war required all of her attention. So much so that she barely felt her ankle bindings nor noticed as he lifted her hips until she was on her knees, face still down hard against the bed...the throbbing in her pussy was her entire focus. She bit down hard against her lower lip to distract herself, not surprised at the coppery taste of blood that followed.

She did not hear the first slap but the stinging pain on her ass cleared the fog from her mind while somehow intensifying the throbbing in her pussy. So this was what a pouty face gets you. She had only a moment to ponder if the spanking was the punishment or if it was the denial of her bodies desperate need. The second slap she heard.

FUCK!

But her pussy disconcurred and it asked for more and wanted it harder. She decided to continue listening to it since it seemed to continue knowing what the fuck it was doing.

Then she felt pliant plastic press against her clit, knowing instinctively that a toy of some sort rested against her, waiting to be awoken. Slap!

She rocked against the toy, begging with her body; afraid he might turn it on but still not let her cum.

?Please.? Louder and more insistent and with a not so subtle hint of quivering pain.

?Do you want to cum??

?YES? A yell this time into the otherwise quiet room.

?Will you hesitate next time I ask of you something?? The voice calm and somehow smiling.

?No? The begging she heard in her voice frightened her.

Silence?.Slap!.

?NO!? A yell and a hint of anger as she felt the toy slide hard against her.

Silence?Slap!.

?No Sir? Knowing instinctively what he was waiting for. This time it was the meekness that frightened her; the surrender and the certainty that she meant it.

Silence?.click.

And the toy awoke against her. The feel of it vibrating hard against her clit was too much to bear?.she was lost to the sensation and decided to hell with him, she would just cum without permission?.but she found she could not. The throbbing lingered, the vibration held her painfully at the edge but would not push her over. She felt tears form and threaten to fall away.

?Cum for me jessica.?

And as if his words could command it she felt the orgasm fire deep inside of her; her mind fogged and her breath caught. Her whole body shook from the shock of it; deep and thrumming impulses raced down her back and disappeared into the hum of the toy. Her vision blurred as her eyes rolled back and she waited for the climax to roll over her.

The toy entered her and she came again, it was unexpected and sudden and piled on top of the barely abating orgasm from moments before. She could feel his hands pinch the stinging flesh of her ass as she tightened around the thing. Her ass was raw, the pain juxtaposed with her release only amplified her cuming.

Again.

This time her vision narrowed and her breath halted.

She felt her body respond to the next slap of her ass as if it were her clit being stroked and she found it hard to catch her breath. It seemed only moments before she would have traded the world to cum and now she could not stop. She felt light headed and started to shake as the waves of sensation piled against her, lifting her to places she had never been before. Stop! she tried to beg but had no breath to ask for it. Her vision darkened and then went black and all that was left was her body and the quiet contemplation of every nerve in her body screaming in ecstasy. She felt her consciousness slip, felt her senses dim, felt her mind detach from the moment as she struggled for a breath...I?m passing out. Her last thought, unnaturally coherent followed her into the black.

She woke in darkness and in pain; the world a confusing crush of silence. The thick lethargic air was suffocating; dead; and permeated with the tired smell of alcohol and stale blood. Her mind was haze and her thoughts disconnected.

Jessica....my name is Jessica Her sanity fought for purchase in the total abeyance of light but could find no foothold in the dark.