I felt her warm breath against my cheek as my hands went into their usual reconaissance mission around her body, feeling every uncovered part of skin there was to feel. She nibbled my ear, which made me squirm, and I answered my putting my mouth on her upper neck, my teeth touching her skin while my tongue zig-zagged around the area. She moaned at the feeling of my wet tongue against her skin; smirking to myself, I went for the kill by closing in on her neck, my teeth biting her slightly, at the same time that my right hand went around her thigh and squeezed.
Her response was just as I had expected it to be. In a matter of seconds, I was slammed to the bed, while she threw herself on top of me, wrapping both legs around my waist in the process, and letting a growl escape her throat. I looked up at her emerald eyes, hers vicious while mine smirking, I got you now against I don’t think so yet. She cocked her head to the side, as if to challenge my unspoken statement, and I raised my eyebrows to confirm it. That did it for her.
With another feline growl, my shirt went off, ripped buttons flying through the air; missiles in the battlefield that was this hotel bed. Before I could reach for her, she had my arms pinned to each side of the bed, her hands on my wrists, and squeezed. “Ow!” I protested, as I felt my hand about to lose circulation.
She looked at me, her green eyes once emerald, now radioactive. “You think this is rough?”
I smiled at her, defiant. “Please! This is nothing.”
She smirked back, and swooped down towards me. “I was hoping you’d think that”, she said in a tone that warned me that this was going to be one rough night… Before I could do anything about it, her lips were on mine, and I inmediately felt how my body became still, posing no resistance to her. I’m no cockcroach; without a head, my body wasn’t able to do anything.
And how could I possibly keep my head? All I could register was the sweet fragance of her perfume, which should be banned and only used with a written prescription, the silkiness of her long black hair brushing against my cheeks, the softness, oh what a marvel, of her lips as they slowly grinded along with mine, and the feel of her tongue as it danced a complicated, yet graceful, duet with mine, moving sometimes around my mouth, sometimes around hers…
It was too much. In a second’s notice, I regained my self-control, this time to do unto her what she has obviously been begging me to do to her through her actions. I growled, making her pull apart from our kiss and look at me quizzically, and moved up, intending to grab her, throw her against the mattress, and indulge her so much that she’d need a wheelchair for weeks. Instead of looking scared, however, she looked smug. In half a second, I noticed why:
As I tried to stand up, I realized I couldn’t. Looking around, I noticed that my hands were tied to the bedpost. Shit. She probably took advantage of my moment of subconsciousness and tied me here. “What the fuck!”
She smirked maliciously, as she stepped off the bed. “You thought I was going to be just an easy lay, huh?” She shook her head as she walked towards a black trunk across the room. She turned to me, and I could see the insane gleam in her eyes. “Or maybe that I’d try and play it a bit rough, but that you’ll eventually take control and put me down?” She barked a rough laugh, and turned back to her mysterious trunk. “You seriously had no idea what was coming to you, did you?” And with that, she opened it…
She walked towards me, with a cat o’ nine tails in her hands and a fierce determination in her eyes that, to my horror, had nothing to do with sexual pleasure. She pulled her lips back into a snarl, took a leap that landed her right on top of my tied-up body, and growled: “God, how long have I waited for this!”
I just looked at her, prey to the snake’s charm as it bites its food to pieces…
She stared at me, and in her eyes I could see the meaning behind those words. She was…hungry; there was no other way to put it. She looked at me as if she’d been searching for me for a while, just to do whatever depraved thing she was going to do to me tonight.
She noticed my calculating stare and smiled. “Catching up here, aren’t we?” She rocked a little bit, grinding her crotch area, which was not covered by such mundane things as underwear, with mine, which made me shiver involuntarily. “Who knows?” she pretended to ponder, “While you try to figure this out”, she dropped down, laying on top of me, her face inches from mine; I felt something leathery around my throat this time as her eyes got that insane gleam again, “we can play some little games.”. She dropped her head by my side, so that her soft lips brushed againt my ear; as her left hand tickled my Adam’s apple slightly and her right hand nails pierced my back, she whispered seductively: “Who knows? You might enjoy them. I know I will…”.
I tried to get up, to make some sense of this before I fell too deep, but it was too late; when I moved, I felt the leather from the nine tails holding me down. She noticed this, too. “Now, we’re being a bad boy, aren’t we?” She shook her head in disapproval, and stepped back. “I guess we need to be disciplined, don’t we?”
I took a few deep breaths, mustering as much self-control as I could under these circumstances; it was hard, considering she was pretty much incapacitating me with her mind games. I managed enough to yell at her: “What the fuck is all this?! We don’t even have a safe word or anything!”
She looked at me, and I could’ve sworn I saw a red glint there. For a few seconds, there was no seductiveness, no sadistic playfulness; there was hate. Before I could make something of it, however, they had that sadistic gleam again, and she replied: “No safe word? But I was so sure there was one!” Her eyes narrowed, and I felt as if I was missing something. “Just strain your mind and remember; it shouldn’t be hard.”
Despite myself, I said: “I can barely manage to stay conscious with what you’re doing.”
She smiled, obviously complimented by what I said. “That’s the point, and that’s a good boy.” She walked towards where I was laying, and her hand lay between my legs. “Maybe we deserve a little reward, don’t we?”. Without saying anything else, she unzipped my fly, took my penis out, and in no time I was feeling like I was taking the express to heaven…or to a hell that I wouldn’t mind being a part of. The feel of her lips against my skin, her tongue doing figure eights around my foreskin, and of course the eventual feel of her pharynx against my one-eyed head…it was too much…
Then, something suddenly clicked into place…
The way she was doing it oddly matched a girl I knew…
Horrorstruck, I became painfully aware of the fact that I had been led into a trap by someone who already had a grudge on me. And the worst part of it was that right now she was blowing me in a way that didn’t let me think right, and before I knew it I slipped into one habit I could not afford to have right at this moment… “Massielle!”
Heaven stopped, the trip to the candy store got cancelled, and I was 100% back in this deranged hotel room that was my own personal hell. She had stopped playing her seductive games, as the sudden coldness in her tone let me know when she muttered “So you finally recognized the safe word, huh?”.
It hit me. For a split second, I knew it was going to happen. But there was nothing I could do to prevent it, nothing to move it or placate her; I felt like the most impotent being in the world…
And it happened. Simultaneously, taking advantage of the fact that her hand around my dick kept my erection steady, she bit through it, not enough to cut but enough to pierce, and with her free hand smashed my scrotum.
She jumped on top of me and, in no time at all, her hand was covering my mouth. She leaned into me and, her eyes like the Antartic Circle, whispered: “Does it hurt, Joseph? Does it?” After I uncosciously nodded, she slapped me, her face disgusted. “That’s nothing! NOTHING! Compared to what you did to me psychologically, this is a walk in the fucking park!”
With the last thread of conscience I had active, I agreed with her in the fact that whatever I did messed her mind up more than she messed my balls. Self-preservation made me keep that thought to myself.
But she wasn’t done yet. With her left hand, which contained a faux-diamond ring I had bought her, she punched the right side of my face, adding to the already excruciating pain I was enduring. “You thought it was cool to leave, asking me to wait for you, and just” another punch “forget-about-ME?!” Each of the last three words was punctuacted by a blow to my left side.
After I gave her no answer (I wasn’t able to think properly), she stood up and took her purse. “You disgust me, you son of a bitch.” Saying that, she spit on me and turned to leave.
Mustering the little strenght I had left, I mumbled. “So you’re leaving me like this?”
She turned around, and in her eyes I saw the sadistic glint that once attracted me to her; I felt now nothing but terror at it. “Oh, I’m not done with you yet,” she crooned. “You made me waste two years of my life; I’ll be sure to get them back from you now.”
And with that, she left.