The Prospect (2 page)

“Nice,”
he said with husky approval. “Everything goes, Wendy. Especially the panties.”

“Of
course, Sir,” she said meekly, biting back a chortle. She hooked her fingers
into the
waist band
of the matching black lace thong.
Down it went. She kicked it to the side with the toe of her shoe.

“The
heels – leave them on. It’ll give a certain allowance for height when
needed,” he said in a voice she couldn’t recognize. Now he was staring at her
sex. Wendy was glad now she’d had
that Brazilian only days
ago. The soreness was gone and she was still smooth as satin. He looked like
the kind of guy who liked it just so.

She was
right. “Very nice,” he said deeply. “Now I want you to go and face the bed
– hands holding the bedpost.”

“Yes
Sir,” Wendy said, ever compliant. She didn’t mind being ordered around, she
decided. Not in this context. It felt kind of hot, to be honest.
Especially from a guy who reeked of sexual dominance.
The
take-charge element went well with his persona; she found it so easy to obey
him.
And yes, to trust him.

That
was why she didn’t demur when she heard him open the drawer as she stood
waiting by the head of the bed as he instructed. Next, he came up close behind
her, saying softly in her ear, “I’m going to cuff you to the bed, and then I
will blindfold you.
Only for a few minutes.
If there’s
anything you don’t like, then you can put a stop to it at once. We’ll use a
safeword, if you like.”

Okay.
Sounds good. “Yes Sir,” was what she said. “What would you suggest, Sir?”

He
paused, then, “Since you seem to be new to this, we’ll keep it simple. We’ll
use the traffic light signal. Red for stop, yellow and green for times when you
want me to slow down or continue. Makes sense?”

“Perfect
sense, Sir,” she whispered. Gosh she so wanted him to fuck her now.

He
stroked the curves of her shoulder with his fingers for a moment, and then he
proceeded to cuff her to the heavy bedpost, which she grasped. The cuffs were
made of dark leather, and as she tugged experimentally they didn’t chafe her
skin at all.

Comfy
.

Then
came the blindfold. He wrapped something like black satin around her eyes. Just
like that, the scene changed, intensified. He tied the knot securely to the
back of her head, and her breathing felt shallow. Oh boy, what had she gotten
into now?

She
didn’t have time to ponder or start developing nerves. She heard a zipper slide
down softly. And then
something which sounded ominously like
a condom being unwrapped
reached her now overactive ears.

Oh fuck.

Just
knowing that he was rolling on a condom made the juices froth in her pussy. She
listened hard, waiting for the moment. Was he just going to ram straight into
her, or…?

He was.

He
gripped her by the hips, positioned himself behind her as his knees drew her
legs farther apart. She felt his hand in the middle of her shoulder blades,
pushing her forward, making her bend over. His other hand gripped her waist
tightly. And with no further preamble, he thrust his cock deep inside her cunt.

Wendy
gasped, stiffening at the unexpectedly full invasion. His shaft felt thick and
hard and quite immense and with force, he drove past her soft lips to settle
snugly within her walls. She’d never have guessed he was this big. The powerful
entry, the sensation of being torn in half, was somehow assuaged by the fact
that she was already soaking wet. And he’d hardly even touched her.

He
paused for a few moments, just letting her pussy breathe around him. Then he
drew out slowly, and Wendy’s muscles seemed to cling to him like suction. With
his tip at her slit, he moved his hips and stroked her entrance, teasing her. Behind
her blindfold, Wendy saw bright lights flash within her vision. Wendy sobbed
with pleasure and sweet, breathless anticipation for his next thrust.

Alan
didn’t keep her waiting long. He thrust back inside with even more vigor. She
cried out, the sound echoing in the room. She felt his groin against her ass
and knew he was in to the hilt. Her pussy walls were screaming, purring. Damn
he felt good inside her. She could also feel the fabric of his pants and knew
he still had them on. The fact that he was still fully dressed while she was
bound, blindfolded and naked, gave her even more of a sense of submission, of
vulnerability. For some reason, it turned her on even more.

With
every thrust that followed, he pushed her forward again and again. There was that
erotically obscene sound as he bumped into her ass with each shove. Even
without the blindfold, she was blanking out. She could see or sense nothing
other than that immense plank of man meat pumping into her with a steady,
head-spinning speed. He fucked her hard and fast, with barely a grunt passing
his lips.

 
She marveled at his
self
control
and at the intensity of his thrusts. How long could he keep up
this pace without exploding?
Because she was already almost
there.
Yes, incredibly, she was close. It was a shock even to her how
close she was. Just with his cock pounding her pussy, she felt ready to climax.
Perhaps it was the depth and fullness, or maybe it was the sense of being used
just for his pleasure. Maybe even the fact that she was helpless, unable to do
anything with her being cuffed and blindfolded. It didn’t matter. All that
mattered was the way her pussy fit perfectly around his cock and how good it
felt when he hit
those spots
. He only
had to angle his thrusts a certain way and she was moaning loudly.

Any second now…

Her
hips had started to push back against him. Her moans had grown louder. Her
inner walls pulsed around his shaft and somehow, he seemed alerted of her
impending eruption. Instantly, he withdrew.

Wendy
let out a shocked gasp, her whole body shuddering.
The
unexpected voiding of her pussy almost brought tears to her covered eyes.
Her hold on the bedpost to which she was cuffed tightened as the world behind
her blindfold spun.

She
felt his hands slide up her body to her breasts. He cupped them, played with
them. He tugged on her nipples and pulled till she squirmed, hungry for the
touch of his body close to hers. “Stay still,” he said gruffly, and she
instantly stopped moving. She didn’t want him to quit teasing her breasts. His hands
felt so good, his fingers so knowing. Her nerve endings tingled from his
touch
as it grew rougher, more demanding. Somehow, this made
up, just a little, for the sudden loss of his delicious cock. But she would
need him again soon…

Chapter
Three

“I already
know you’re very tight and sweet,” he told her thickly. His lips were pressed
close to her ear. He had her nipples in his fingers, pinching and pulling. She
gasped at the blend of pleasure and agony.

“But
how supple are you?” he asked musingly.

Wendy’s
mind forced itself to focus. “Well, Sir…I’ve taken yoga classes since I was a
young girl…”

“Perfect,”
he growled, releasing her breasts. She would have protested but then she
remembered her place. Besides, he was taking off the blindfold. She blinked furiously,
feeling somewhat disoriented for a moment. Next he uncuffed her and spun her
round to face him.

This
time when he kissed her, it was with a hunger that seared through her skin. She
loved his tongue shoving into her mouth, tasting and taking her. She loved how
he sucked on hers, swapping heat and saliva. She also loved what his hands were
doing at the same moment. He was gripping one breast while the other hand was
sliding down her belly to her vagina. She dutifully spread her legs to give him
more access as he cupped her sex. His fingertips wedged against her slit,
before he slid his fore and middle fingers inside her. He thumbed her clit
while his fingers sawed in and out of her with furious, hot speed.

Oh no
I’m about to come again, she wanted to scream. Not that he’d let her climax the
first time, but still, she felt that impending sensation again, like her belly
was about to give way. Her thighs quivered, and she gasped into his mouth. She
tried not to cry out when he stopped finger-fucking her, sliding his hand from
her cunt. He also let go of her tit and then told her to lie back on the bed.

She
wasted no time in complying, positively shivering in anticipation as she
settled in the middle of the bed. Instinctively, she spread her legs wide, seeing
his approving expression. He liked what he was seeing if his springing cock was
anything to go by. The condom did nothing to distract from the thick length of
his spectacular
dick which
stuck straight out like a
pole. She swallowed, wanting it inside her again already.

“Lift
your legs, Wendy. I want them as far back as they can go,” he told her softly,
never taking his eyes off her. His hand fisted the base of his cock as he knelt
on the bed in front of her.

“Yes
sir,” she said with a voice that croaked. She raised her feet off the bed and
drew back her hips, keeping her legs wide apart as she placed her hands behind
her knees to hold them up. No problem at all.

Only
now, she felt so exposed, and more vulnerable than ever. Hot.

He was
reaching for that drawer again, and then when she saw him retrieve what looked
like wooden clothespegs, she heaved an inner sigh. She’d expected something far
more sinister. But then when he clipped those pegs to one nipple and then the
other, she was suddenly aware of the implication.

Fuck
!

It
stung, in a good way. The twinge of pain was almost bearable, though she
couldn’t say it was the best sensation ever. No wait…it was. Closing her eyes
briefly, she savored the feeling of her delicate nipples in the impossibly
sniping
home-made
nipple clamps. There was pain, but
there was also awareness, pleasure. She found she liked it.

“Are
you okay?” he asked softly, and she popped open her eyes.

“Yes
Sir,” she told him promptly.

He
smiled and then released both pegs, only to put them back on moments later. She
moaned at the pressure, the ache. “How about now?” he asked.

The
torture was killing her – but it was also arousing her. She was dripping,
soaking her folds.

“Yes…Sir,”
she replied. He left them there, and she wasn’t sure to be thankful or not. He
was still fully dressed, minus his jacket. He was also still very hard.
Impressive.

“Okay,
now I’m going to fuck you really hard, and then I’m going to come,” he told her
simply. “You can orgasm if you wish but that’s not my objective. My aim is to
derive as much pleasure as I can with not much
thought
to your needs. If the clamps become too painful at any time, I’ll take them
off. But it would disappoint me greatly if you couldn’t keep them on the whole
time I’m inside you. Can you try to manage it?”

“I…I
will try, Sir,” she said, wondering at her submissiveness. This guy had just
told her he was going to fuck her without a care, and then that he wanted her
in pain from the nipple clamps the whole time. If that wasn’t fucked-up she didn’t
know what was. So why wasn’t she running screaming from the room?

Well,
because she wanted that good dick. She’d take pegs clipped to her nipples all
night if it meant having more of that hot fucking he gave her earlier. Also,
for some reason she hated the thought of disappointing him in any way. Was that
silly of her or what? She pondered this for a moment, and decided she didn’t
think so.

He
reached down to stroke her pussy, and there was that squelching sound that
would have been so embarrassing if he didn’t hum deep in his throat in
approval. She squirmed, and he reminded her sharply to stop moving and to keep
those legs way up and out of the way.

Yes Sir, Yes Sir
…oh
man, she thought with dazed delight as he started fucking her again. This time
he alternated the pace, grinding in and out with the speed of an oil well pump,
and then he was like a piston, stabbing into her deep and hard and making her
squeal. The depth of penetration was incredible, and was that sense of being
stuffed with a tree trunk. It was almost enough to make her forget she had
those awful nipple clamps connected to her nipples.

He was
watching her face the whole time, seeing the play of anguish and ecstasy. Yes,
she hated and loved it at the same time. And she didn’t want it to end.

His
hands were wrapped around her throat now, his thumbs sinking into the skin
around her windpipe. The pressure was mild at first, but then his grip
tightened as his thrusts came faster.
 
Wendy felt her whole body convulsing with each pound of that cock within
her clenching walls, and knew that he might not care about her pleasure but she
was getting it anyway. As he’d probably already known she would.

Chapter
Four

Wendy
was literally blacking out. It might have something to do with the immensely
blissful sensation of being on the verge of a very powerful climax. It could
also be due to the fact that he was choking her.