I sat by the window peering between the vertical blinds. The night swallowed my vision and invaded my thoughts.
Will he come? When will he finally get here? Where is he?
I mentally slapped myself for flirting with desperation, again. He’d said he was leaving the party soon and would come over. He hadn’t technically stood me up yet. At long last, I could see headlights pulling up near my apartment.
I checked my appearance in the mirror once more. My hair was done in a wavy style that hung to my shoulders and my make-up was understated. I stood in my robe and polished nails waiting.
*Knock, Knock*
I opened the door just enough for him to slip in. Brandon took in what I was wearing. He muttered something about a sexy tease and pushed me against the door. In a moment I glanced at his manner of dress. He was done up neatly in light-colored chinos and a dress shirt. His tidy appearance was marred by the damp patch and the proud profile of his cock.
“Hard already?” I asked between frantic kissing.
“ I played with it on the way over. I couldn’t wait,” he responded.
He ground his pelvis into my lower belly and his hands roamed over my breasts, shoulders, and arms. He pushed the robe off of me roughly and turned me around to reveal his favorite asset of mine. He must have pulled his cock out because I felt its heat sliding along my crease. I pushed back against him and was rewarded with a slap to my ass and a probing at the entrance of my pussy. I moaned and begged. This was what I wanted, to be taken forcefully, fully. I felt him thrust in and out and wrap his arms around me. One hand snuck up past my breasts after lingering a moment and grasped my neck. My breathing quickened at the sensation as I was taken roughly from behind…
Yes. This.
After a while, I felt him pull out and heard him strip. I looked back and received another slap to my ass.
“Upstairs,” he ordered.
I quickly complied. Without even looking back, I darted up the stairs. Maybe I should have looked back because I’d have had some warning. When I reached my bed and laid down on my side, he approached with something black in his hands. He knelt on the bed and told me to give him my hands. My heart skipped a beat as I realized what he was about to do. I raised my wrists, and a smile broke across my face; I’d only asked him to do this a dozen times. He began to wrap the athletic tape around my wrists, but not before having me loop them around a thigh. I lay on my side with my leg held up by my confinement. I didn’t have to wait long. I watched as he spread my pussy and slid in. Giving a token struggle, I was so elated. Feeling full and unable to move freely. I was being held down and taken.
Fuck, yes!
My moans were getting louder and uncontrolled; I closed my eyes and a calmness swept over me. I didn’t want to struggle. I didn’t move against him. I just was. After a while, I felt him removing the bonds and urging me to turn over. I lazily rolled to my stomach and felt him parting me again. Pushing back in, he lay over me and allowed me to feel his weight. I loved that. One muscular arm wrapped around my neck and he whispered in my ear. I heard his breathless voice relate how I turned him on and how good I felt. I was speaking incoherently, now, and settled on begging. I could actually feel my orgasm sneaking up.
Would I actually come this time?
He withdrew again and rolled me to my back. He pushed my legs up. With my knees by my ears, I observed his muscular frame and aroused expression. I could tell he was close to climax. He entered and leaned partly over me. The slapping sounds were sinful and I savored every second. A few more quick thrusts and he was cumming. He came in me and on me as well on the withdrawal. I felt him sink in again and twitch inside. His heavy breathing was telling of his exertion. He rolled off of me and lay by my side. Not touching, just coming down. I didn’t delude myself, anymore, that there was anything in between us, save the few inches of space between our sweating bodies. He knew I wanted more, so he provided in sex.
Shortly after, he cleaned up and redeemed his clothes. He bade me good night and made his way downstairs again. I didn’t walk him out. I lay there clinging to the tendrils of hope that one day I’d have a real Dom — a true Master. I glanced at the tape he’d left by the bed. At least I now knew that restraints were definitely for me. Hearing the door shut distantly, I recalled how settled and near-satisfied I felt at the moment. I didn’t mind that I hadn’t cum that time. I had seen just a flicker of how it would be— to be truly fulfilled.
