A soft knock sounded on the door. “Jules? Come join Gregg and me in the basement please.” It was Ben.
I hopped off of the bed—fully clothed—and opened the door quickly following Ben down the stairs.
He glanced at me over his shoulder and said, “I’m glad you put on some more clothes. As nice as it would be to see your naked ass I don’t think Gregg would appreciate it. He’s already unhappy enough as it is.” He muttered that last sentence under his breath.
Ben led the way into the kitchen and opened up a door in the wall. He held it open for me and gestured for me to walk through it. Just on the other side of the door was a set of steps that led to what must be the soundproof basement Gregg had mentioned earlier.
The basement was rather plain and uninviting at first glance. Cement walls and floor with an array of furniture you wouldn’t find in the average basement. Along one wall was a low and padded table with four straps on the sides and bottom of it. To restrain a person’s arms and legs, I knew. There was also a wooden display rack of various wooden and leather devices and instruments for bring pleasure or pain—depending on how they were wielded, and a cheap honey-colored fake wooden rack which held a couple of navy colored towels and wash cloths.
“Oh. So you were serious about punishing me?” I didn’t want to imagine what kinds of punishments Ben was capable of meting out on my flesh.
“Nah this is more of a learning exercise than a punishment,” Ben said from behind me.
“Come on down Lissie. You have my word you won’t be hurt.” Gregg held out a hand as I descended the stairs, his expression one of calmness.
Smiling hesitantly I took his hand, using my other arm to wrap it around his chest in a hug. I needed that reassurance that whatever he and/or Ben were about to do to me that I would be okay.
“You told me at the last class you catered that if it weren’t for the fact that you know Chaz would hurt you that you would have no problem telling him what he wants to hear,” Ben said as he joined us. “Is that still true?”
I pulled away from Gregg to nod. “Yes.” I’d felt that way since Chaz had first told me to get out. “I like getting to watch what goes on and listen to what you and the others teach. I-I don’t know if I’d like getting hurt but I wouldn’t mind like a crash course in being dominated.”
Ben smiled with satisfaction. “I’m glad you said that Jules because a crash course is what you’re about to begin. Gregg said you have no plans for the weekend and seeing as how the roads just aren’t that safe for you to go traveling on, we decided that you’re going to stick around here through Monday. Do you have any catering events or things to do on Monday?”
“I’d have to check with Stacy, our manager and events coordinator, to be sure but I don’t think so.”
Ben pulled out a cell phone. “Give her a call right now. Find out when you next need to do something.”
With a frown I took the phone and dialed Stacy’s number.
“Where the hell have you been? I’ve been calling and texting you like crazy, girl! You just took off last night with little warning! The mayor was looking for you. He totally wants us to cater his annual Christmas party at his place and—”
“Okay, okay one thing at a time,” I laughed. Stacy had a habit of talking fast. She was my nineteen-year-old part-time employee and fulltime friend. “I um had an unexpected…thing…pop up last night and had to leave. I’m really sorry. But everything went okay, right? No major problems and I assume everyone cleaned up?”
“Yup the rest of the night went off without a hitch and we were packed and ready to leave just after one in the morning.”
“Good.” I breathed a sigh of relief. With everything that had happened since first being grabbed by those three guys I’d completely forgotten about the party I’d been at last night and my business. I pulled the phone away from my ear and covered the receiver.
“Do you know where those guys who grabbed me put my bag? I had an oversized purse with me when I left with them.”
“In the front hall closet,” Gregg answered.
I nodded and smiled my thanks. With my attention again on Stacy I said, “Sorry I haven’t returned any calls or anything. I’ve um been a little busy.”
“Yeah, I saw you take off with those three guys. That young hottie who was with them is Tucker Johnson. He’s Gregg’s personal assistant. I’ve um seen him around before. He’s nice.”
Personal assistant, huh? I wondered what the other two did for Gregg. “Yes. Yeah, that’s who I am with.”
“Am—oh my gosh! No way! The Kinky Virgin is no more?” Stacy cackled loudly in my ear.
Kinky Virgin was her nickname for me. She knew of my love for catering things at The Dungeon.
“So you’re still with Mr. Money Pants?”
“Mr. Money Pants,” I mocked. Of all things to call Gregg ‘Mr. Money Pants’ wasn’t something I would say that fit him.
“Yeah that’s what people call him. He owns a Laundromat that features free WiFi and a vending machine that stocks really good coffee and tea. They call him Mr. Money Pants ’cause any time he finds money in the lint trap he adds it to a container of money he’s raising for the local children’s hospital. He’s notorious for loving the change he finds in his machines.”
Aw! That was kind of cute. And weird. But mostly cute.
“Well look, getting back on track is there anything going on that I need to tend to Monday?”
“Let me take a look…” I heard Stacy fire up her laptop and waited for her to check the calendar she kept on it. “Nope, looks like you’re clear until Tuesday afternoon. You’re meeting with a couple who want to talk about getting a fortieth anniversary party catered. That’s at two-thirty. Want me to be there, boss?”
“Okay, great. Yeah, I don’t know if Jean will be free so if you can be there that would be great.”
“Okay cool. So should I just call this number again if I need you?”
“No! Um I’ll have to find my phone…which is probably dead by now…” I reminded myself to ask Gregg where the bag I’d had with me last night was.
Gregg tapped me on the shoulder and handed me an ivory velum business card. I looked at it and recited the cell phone number listed there to Stacy, telling her to only call it in an absolute emergency, and then ended the call.
Ben took his cell phone back and told me to follow him. He led me over to a cement wall which had something that looked like handcuffs taken apart hanging from it about five feet up from the cement tiled floor. Wall manacles, I thought they were called.
“Face the wall and put your wrists into them.” Ben snapped the steel cuffs around my wrists as I did so.
One of Ben’s eyebrows arched up as he tossed us a disbelieving look. “You had I guess okay sex with her but what do you really know about little Jules? You didn’t even know that she knows me.”
“I know the important things,” Gregg said dismissively.
“I’m of age, single, healthy, and we’re pretty darn good in bed together. What else is there to know?” I added.
Gregg pressed a kiss into my hair obviously pleased with how I had defended him.
“You’re going to build a relationship on that?” Ben asked dubiously.
I shook my head. “We’re not in a relationship. It’s just sex. If there weren’t snow on the ground I probably wouldn’t still be here.”
“Oh I don’t know about that. We could be sleeping again or onto round six or seven by now if you’d stayed in bed.”
I elbowed Gregg to shut him up, knowing I was blushing and grinning like mad.
“Jules, come here please,” Ben said suddenly.
“Did you need something Master Royce? Can I get you something to eat or some more coffee?” I tugged at Gregg’s arms around my waist until he released me.
“No,” Ben said as moved away from Gregg and turned in the direction of the coffee pot. “Just come here please.”
I slowly made the few steps over to Ben.
“Closer,” he bade me. I took two baby steps forward. Ben rolled his eyes and stood up. Without a word and too quick for me to process he closed the few inches between us, one hand on the back of my neck and the other on my naked butt. He’d reached up under the hem of the oversized sweatshirt I had. He covered my surprised mouth with his greedy lips, his tongue pushing its way into my mouth as if searching for a lost piece of gum.
With a muffled shriek I pushed him away and slapped him hard across the face. I then deftly moved back and out of the kitchen knowing better than to be too close to a creative and powerful Dom who had some time ago made me promise to always show him respect.
“Julissa,” Ben called out.
“Yes, Master Royce?” I peered around the brick arch that was the entrance to the kitchen.
“You’ve witnessed enough play scenes and classes to know that what you just did is deserving of a punishment, right?”
Gregg reacted before I could. “What? You kissed her and she didn’t want it so she pushed you away and slapped you. You’re lucky she didn’t react more positively because I’d have no problem slugging the fuck out of you.”
“No, Gregg, he’s right. Some time ago I gave my word to your brother that I would always be respectful towards him.”
“And why did you do that?”
“Because,” I sighed. “Before Chaz could kick me out of the dungeon for good, your brother stood up for me and told Chaz he’d hold himself responsible for how I acted when Chaz wasn’t around.”
Gregg frowned, his face a mask of confusion. “The customers and people who shop and go to classes at that place like the food I make. They like me. It’s good for the business I own with my sister to cater what I can there. I like catering things there. I like being able to sit in on some things. But Chaz wanted to totally ban me.”
“This is when I spoke up for her and said that as long as she gave me her word she would respect and obey me without hesitance, she should be allowed to still cater certain things there.” Ben shrugged. “Chaz can’t be at every thing that happens so we make the times that he is otherwise busy the times when our patrons know food and drinks will be provided for an additional fee of five dollars.”
“So that’s why you dropped to your knees the moment he entered the room,” Gregg said with a smile at me.
“You’re a very interesting woman, Lissie.”
“Thanks. You’re pretty cool yourself, Gregg.” I smiled bashfully at him, still only peeking into the kitchen.
“Anyway,” Ben drawled, “I think we can all agree that Julissa’s actions are deserving of a punishment. But the question is which punishment is right for her?”
“Lissie, do me a favor and go up to my room and wait for me please. Ben and I need to discuss this alone.”
Relieved for the chance to get even further away from Ben I quickly nodded and scurried away in the direction of the steps that led to the third floor.
“And Lissie,” Gregg called after me.
“Yes?” I stopped and turned to look at Gregg who had followed me into the living room.
“If you want to wait for me naked, I wouldn’t complain.” He winked at me, the look mischievous and thrilling.
I wanted to reply with something sassy or mature but the best I could come up with was “O-okay. I’ll be waiting for you.” I groaned softly at that stupid remark and hurried for the steps cursing myself the entire way.
“No, Gregg, Jules most certainly does not belong to me. I do know her, obviously, though.”
Benjamin “Master” Royce slowly filled an empty mug and sipped from it before turning his attention to Gregg and I. “What is she doing here?” he asked with amusement.
“The better question is what are you doing here?”
“I ran into Frankie yesterday and he said you were having him and two others run a little errand for you, involving bringing home a ‘hot babe’. I was curious to see how that went.” Ben sipped from his mug and smiled at my kneeling form. “Good to see you again Jules.”
“You as well, Master Royce.”
“So Julissa is one of your Dungeon girls?” Gregg made a sound of disbelief. “No way. No freaking way is she one of them!” Gregg began to pace the length of the kitchen floor.
“I remember you mentioning an unusual woman with an unusual name, Julissa, and her interest in being dominated. I remember you saying she makes amazing mini quiches and that she’s smart enough to be respectful and quiet, though she’s still definitely curious.” Gregg whirled and faced Ben. “But I do not recall you ever saying that she belonged to you or to Chaz!”
“That’s because she doesn’t. Chaz will have nothing to do with her right now, and while yes, I do know of Jules, as I already said, she is not mine. I do not work with her, nor have I ever played with her.”
“She’s not one of the Dungeon girls, then?” Gregg sounded relieved.
“She’s not,” Ben agreed. Ben was a BDSM instructor at Kinky Kitty, an adult toy store that featured an underground dungeon. The Dungeon was a multi-roomed basement, home to a soundproof chamber where slaves and submissives could go to be punished by their Dominant or Master, and to a couple of rooms that were used as classrooms.
“She was tricked by one of our newer Doms, Toby, who has a thing for her twice-baked potato munchies, into catering a couple of classes we teach in the dungeon and because she was respectful and quiet she was allowed to stay and watch a play scene between Chaz and Rebecca. Unfortunately Julissa didn’t understand that even though Rebecca was screaming no and pleading for mercy, Chaz had no reason to stop.”
“So Julissa spoke up or tried to get involved, which we both know Chaz hates,” Gregg guessed.
“Yup. And from that point on she was banned from returning when he’s around until—” Ben turned to me, nudging my back with the toe of his snow boot. “You can tell this far better than I could, Jules.”
“Jules? You have a pet name for her?”
“Julissa is a mouthful. Jules is so much more suiting for a woman of her coloring and demeanor.” Ben nudged me again. “Please tell my brother what it is you would have to do to be allowed back into the dungeon.”
“As you wish Master Royce,” I said. “In order for me to be allowed to resume catering events and classes at the dungeon I’d have to show up at an event early and wait outside of the store on my knees for Chaz to arrive. I would have to wait for him to pause by me and say, ‘If it pleases you Master Chaz, I ask that you use my body as your canvas. Do to me what you will and show me the error of my ways. Teach me how to properly submit to a man of worth and class. Educate me in how to serve—’.”
“Enough,” Gregg interrupted. “Julissa get off your knees, please.” He reached down to help me out but I shook my head.
“I beg your apologies Gregg, but Master Royce is who I answer to right now. He stood up for me and has fought to allow me to still cater events that Master Chaz does not attend. In return, when I see him, regardless of where I am I must appropriately show him the respect and courtesy he is deserving of by dropping to my knees.”
“Yeah well as the guy you had sex with four times in the last ten hours I’d like to be shown a little respect too! Get up off your knees—now!”
I was torn. Ben had sat down at the table but was saying nothing. I looked up through my lashes and saw him studying me. He seemed to be waiting for me to decide what I did. I could ask Ben for permission to stand, or I could do as Gregg asked.
“You know by now, Jules, that the wooden rectangular paddle is my weapon of choice. My brother, however, prefers leather floggers with knotted ends.”
“Knotted ends, Sir?” I flicked a quick glance at Ben. I’d seen a flogger before. They were mini whips with several tails that were generally made of soft leather. They could be used to hurt or to please, depending on how they were wielded. Knotted ends, though, I hadn’t seen before. I could only imagine that those would hurt regardless of how the tool was used!
I decided to stand up, knowing that even if Ben wasn’t happy with the action that he wouldn’t actually do anything to hurt me. He’d given me his word that he wouldn’t touch me unless I asked him to. I only did as he asked of me, when I was around him, out of respect and the promise I had made to him.
Once I was on my feet Gregg hauled me to him, picking me up and setting me on his lap with his arms around my stomach. “She’s mine,” he growled to his brother.
“I see that,” Ben answered with a nod. He drained the last of the coffee from his mug then set it down.
“So can I assume, then, that the sex was vanilla? No kink involved?”
I opened my mouth to politely berate Ben for asking such a thing but Gregg stopped me with a squeeze of his arms. “She was handcuffed to my bed for the first two times, but yeah. There was no hair pulling or threats or cock-sucking involved. Though I wouldn’t say the sex was ‘vanilla’ exactly.”
“Oral sex is considered kink?” I asked. I craned my neck to look at Gregg. I couldn’t believe I was even asking that but hell, it wasn’t like anything about this situation was normal.
Gregg smiled down at me, his eyes filled with unshed laughter. “You’ve given a guy head before, Lissie?”
“Lissie?” I asked quietly. I liked the sound of that. Jules was nice too, but Jules sounded more intimate.
Gregg nodded and met my mouth with his.
“I’d like to hear the answer to that, Jules. Have you ever gone down on a guy? Or a girl?”
“No, Master Royce, I have not.” Not yet, I added silently. The idea wasn’t one I was really into but if the right guy (not girl) asked me to try it I’d certainly consider it!
“Well Gregg is an excellent teacher…”
I giggled at that. How would he know that?
“Care to finish that sentence, bro?” Gregg rolled his eyes. “I think what he meant is that I have experience with domination and if you’d like to get a crash course in it I’d be more than happy to be your tutor.” He moved his head to whisper into my ear. “And if you’d like an education on how to go down on me you only have to say the word, Jules.”
I colored at that last part but chose not to respond to it. “You’re a Dom, too?” I wasn’t surprised. I’d learned about Ben’s background and knew that he came from a married Master/slave couple. He and his two siblings had all had a first-hand look at what it meant to be dominant and submissive.
“Not active the way Ben is, but yes. My basement is soundproof and I have a rather decent collection of toys and accessories.”
Something occurred to me. “Is or was Tiffany your submissive or slave?” Gregg had mentioned she liked the ball-gag. If she was submissive that would make sense.
“No. Tiffany refuses to let anyone own or control her. She just likes her sex rough.”
I frowned at that, feeling jealous. I didn’t like the idea of Gregg having sex with anyone else.
“Why is she asking about Tiffany? She’s out of the country with her current Latin lover last I heard.”
“No. She was in town for the winter celebration at the Luxury Suites Hotel last night.”
“Okay…”
Gregg cleared his throat uneasily. “I uh sent Frankie, Tuck and John to the ballroom to get Tiffany for me. I heard through a couple of people she broke up with her recent lover and was back looking for her next boy toy.”
“And you thought to score revenge on her leaving you handcuffed to the hotel bed naked as the day you were born.” Ben nodded knowingly.
“That’s what she did? That’s why you cut off my dress and tormented me with your fingers and mouth?” I laughed. “You call that revenge? I thought guys with a background in domination would be more resourceful and clever than that!”
Gregg lifted a hand from my waist to yank hard on my hair forcing me to look up at him. “You have no problem showing my brother respect so let’s try doing the same with me, hmm?” He glared at me, his until now adorable icy blue eyes filled with cold anger.
I refused to be cowed by him. “I’m sorry but I just don’t see how having sex with the woman who I guess left you feeling humiliated, hurt, and angry is revenge! I’ve watched some play scenes at the dungeon. There’s a lot more you could have done to get her back.” Scenes, or play scenes, were times when a Dominant and his submissive would put on a show for others. Scenes included some type of play, whether it was rope, knife, fire, wax, blood (though blood and knife play are not allowed at the dungeon as they’re too dangerous and unpredictable) and the participants were always willing.
“It’s about the sex, Jules,” Ben said. “The only thing Gregg and Tiffany had going for them was steamy sex. He wanted one last night of passion with her before he sent her out into the cold to wait for the cab she’d have to pay for on her own.”
“Oh.” I wondered how the sex Gregg had had with me compared to sex with Tiffany. If she liked it rough then I bet she was far more adventurous than I’d been. Even though Gregg had called me his Wild Woman a couple of times the only thing I’d really done that had been out of the ordinary was ask Gregg to take me doggy style. I’d read about that sexual position some time ago and had heard that it was a great way to orgasm. I’d always wanted to try it out for myself.
“Tiffany is in the past, Lissie,” Gregg said, his mouth just inches from my ear. “You’re my present and hopefully my future.”
“Morning—Gregg.” I handed the sleepy looking blue eyed and black haired handsome man a named mug of coffee. It was Gregg with whom I’d slept with. I’d learned that when I’d gone down to the kitchen the next morning, Saturday morning, and had seen a handwritten note for him left by someone named Angelique.
The note said that there was a casserole in the fridge that just needed to be heated up at 350 for thirty minutes and that she would be by sometime Monday morning depending on the roads.
“Cute,” he rasped, referring to the fact that his name was on the mug. “Okay so what’s your name?”
“You already know it.”
“I do?” Gregg frowned.
“Mm-hmm. I’m your Wild Woman, remember?”
“Sure do. But I’m sure there must be something else I can call you.”
I nodded. “Julissa Harrison. And you’re Gregg Royce?”
“Sure am.” He set the mug down and approached the stove, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“Have we met before? Your name is familiar for some reason,” Gregg said as he rested his chin on my shoulder.
“I don’t think so. But maybe you’ve been to an event I’ve catered? I’m co-owner of J & J Delights.”
“Hmm. Don’t think so but maybe.” Gregg sounded troubled as he tried to recall how he knew my name.
I giggled, realizing just how weird this situation was. I’d spent the night having amazing sex with a guy whose name I hadn’t been certain about until about thirty minutes ago, and here I was in his kitchen, wearing a Huskers sweatshirt and nothing else, heating up the egg, ham and cheese casserole Angelique had left him and a couple of slices of bacon I’d found in the fridge.
“What’s so funny,” Gregg queried.
“Us,” I answered. “It should be awkward as hell to be here with you almost naked and yet it feels like the most natural thing in the world.” I shrugged and flipped a piece of bacon I had frying on the stove. “Then again I always feel at home in the kitchen.”
“I know you’re not one of those barefoot and pregnant type women…”
“No. I’m a caterer, like I said. I make delicious foods and treats for people who can’t cook or don’t want to.”
“Oh. That’s why you were at that party last night, then?” Gregg moved some of my hair out of the way and began to nibble on the ear he’d exposed. “Do all caterers dress in little black dresses with absolutely no underwear on?” He laughed softly, his breath fanning against my neck in such a way that made me shiver.
“They do when they’re making a good impression among the rich.” It wasn’t like I’d been dressed like a tramp or anything! The dress had been far from short, falling just below my knees, and it wasn’t at all sheer or tight-looking. It had draped my body in a way that made me look elegant but youthful.
Gregg pulled away from me, needing space I assumed. “So tell me about yourself, Julissa. That’s an interesting name.”
“Thanks. All the women in my family have names that begin with J. My mom had always wanted to name her daughter Alissa but dad had had his heart set on Julia. So they combined the two and came up with Julissa.”
“It’s as unusual but pretty as you are.”
I blushed, though Gregg couldn’t see it. “I’m not all that unusual,” I said brusquely.
“I beg to differ. I don’t know any other virgin who would lock eyes with their lover and tell them to punish them and use them.”
My blush intensified as I remembered that I had said those words. “Yeah, well I wasn’t exactly thinking straight right then.” I didn’t tell Gregg that I’d actually for some time now had this secret desire to be used by some random, hot guy.
Gregg began to silently set his small circular kitchen table, letting our conversation lag. Eventually he said, “How old are you, Julissa?”
“I’m Twenty-five. And you?”
“Twenty-nine. I assume, since you were a virgin, that you’re not dating anyone?”
“You assume correct! But I’m not some religious prude or a total loser,” I rushed to say. “I just haven’t found the right guy that I wanted to lose my virginity to.”
The room quickly went from cozy and warm to awkward and cold. “I-I’m sorry, Gregg. I know it was just sex. Honest! I know that as soon as I can get a cab or you take me to the hotel to get my car that I’ll probably never see you again. I’m okay with that. Really.” Was I trying to fool myself, or Gregg? The words had been easy to say but they were far from the truth. I didn’t want to leave Gregg. Didn’t want to return to the real world.
“Have you looked outside lately? We got at least six inches of snow overnight and it’s going to be some time before they’ll clear this area. You were blindfolded on the drive here so you wouldn’t have seen how remote I am out here.”
I’d looked briefly out the window in the kitchen but hadn’t realized just how much snow had fallen. “Oh. Guess it’s a good thing I don’t have any plans for the weekend!”
“Good thing,” Gregg murmured absently, his voice full of regret.
“Could you turn the oven off and take out the casserole, please? I’ll just pat down the bacon and then we can eat!” I shot Gregg a kind smile hoping to cut the tension that existed in the room.
Did he want me to leave? Or—“You regret last night, don’t you?” I said quietly. I refocused on the bacon, using silver tongs to take it out of the pan and onto a napkin lined paper plate. “Well I have no regrets. Last night—and this morning, were great.”
Gregg didn’t answer but I could see he was focused on the casserole dish so I waited until he’d set it down on the hot plate he’d set out on the table along with the dishes and cutlery.
“Can I get you something to drink?” Gregg asked gruffly. “I’ve got orange juice or white grape juice. There’s also milk or water, of course.”
“Orange juice is fine. Thanks.” I pulled out a chair and sat down. I waited for Gregg to return before cutting into the casserole with the metal spatula I’d retrieved.
“Was Angelique here when you came down?” Gregg asked suddenly. He had in his hand the note she’d left for him, along with my glass of juice which he set down before me.
“No. You’re the only person I’ve seen so far today.”
“Good.” Gregg sat down at the head of the table and tucked into the food I’d gotten for him. I’d decided to be nice and serve him after everything he’d done for me.
“Who’s Angelique?” I asked as lightly as I could.
“My housekeeper. She’s a little nosy but she means well. I’m glad she’s not here, though. I’d worry about her getting home with the roads the way they are.”
I wasn’t sure what to say to that so I just smiled awkwardly.
“You don’t want me here, do you?” I stared down at food laden plate in front of me no longer hungry.
“Let’s just say it’s a whole different world outside of my bedroom.”
“After I eat I’ll call a cab.”
“No, you will not,” Gregg said sharply. “Julissa it’s messy out there and there is no reason for you to leave.” He picked up my hand from my lap and covered it with his own. “I don’t want you to leave. And in answer to your earlier question, I don’t regret last night. Or this morning.” He grinned cheekily at me which caused me to blush.
“This morning, huh? And just what happened this morning little bro?” A taller and heavier though not fat version of Gregg walked into the room heading straight for the half-full coffee pot.
I glanced up sharply at who had spoken then rushed out of my chair and onto my knees so fast that it tipped over. “It’s good to see you again Master Royce,” I murmured respectfully with my eyes trained on the floor.
This was so not how I’d envisioned my morning going. It was bad enough to have to face Gregg “the morning after” but now to face a totally respected and kind of scary guy who I have to deal with on occasion? I just hoped that what I was sure would happen next wouldn’t be too awkward or painful.
“Oh shit,” Gregg muttered. “That’s how I know your name. You belong to my brother.”
I was beginning to panic. I’d been led to a van by three guys who seemed nice enough if highly suspicious, then I’d been blindfolded and had my wrists tied by one of them, and now I was handcuffed to a bed with my eyes still covered and had been told to “Be a good girl and don’t make a sound—or else.”
What the hell was going on? Where was I? I heard the door to the bedroom I was in creak open and smelled the homey, woodsy scent of a man who I somehow just knew loved to work with his hands.
The bedroom floor was wooden so I heard the guy approach me, and then felt him touch the skin of my ankles. He unbuckled my strappy silver patent leather pumps and must have flung them to the ground because I heard two distinct thumps.
“I’ve been waiting a long time for this, Tiffany.” The man said. His voice was gravelly like he’d been a smoker for some time, though I didn’t think that was the case. Still, his rough voice sent shivers of delight down my spine and caused goose bumps to appear on my arms.
I wanted to tell this guy that I wasn’t Tiffany, or ask who Tiffany was, but I couldn’t. I was held immobile by his very presence (even though I couldn’t see him) and didn’t want to say or do anything that would cause him to leave the room.
The guy—Gregg, I wondered?—must have been looking down at me, studying me, because he said “You’ve changed, Tiffany. Not that I really mind, of course. I’ve always had a thing for redheads and I’m glad you’ve gone for a more natural look. I take it you got rid of the implants? I appreciate big boobs as much as the next guy but a natural look is so much sexier than a fake one.”
Okay, what? I opened my mouth to speak but was hushed by a finger suddenly being placed over my lips. “I don’t want to hear a word from you just yet. I have waited a very long time for this and we’re going to take this nice and slow. You’re going to be begging for me by the end of the night.”
I heard the sound of a drawer being open and something heavy or metallic being picked up. The drawer closed and I felt the man in the room move back down near my feet. He reached for the end of my dress, holding it up so that it was away from my skin. I felt the material of the dress begin to move sideways and realize he was cutting into it.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I cried out. “That is an one-hundred-and-fifty-dollar dress!”
“I’ll buy you another dress to take the place of this one, all right?” the man said soothingly. He continued to cut into my dress until it was completely cut in half, with the ragged edges draped loosely across my otherwise naked form. It had been a tighter dress that hadn’t allowed for a bra or panties. I was only a 34B anyway and rarely wore a bra.
The man reverently placed his hands on my stomach, lightly trailing a path upwards until his palms closed around my breasts. “Damn Tiffany, you’ve put on some weight around the middle but you’ve also lost some up top. And have you gotten shorter? I don’t remember you being this curvy and your boobs definitely weren’t this tiny.”
There was a very good explanation for that, I thought to myself. “I’m not—”
“Shh.” I felt the man place a knee onto the mattress near my waist and lean forward. He covered my lips with his in a sweet, mind-numbing kiss.
He ended the kiss rather abruptly and sat up. I could feel his eyes on me and I was pretty sure that he was smiling. “Good girl,” he murmured. “I know you’d probably like me to have you ball-gagged instead of blindfolded but I decided tonight would be all about me. Not you.”
Did he just use the word ball-gag? How’d he know about those?
“I told you I’d get revenge on you for the way you left me three months ago. Nobody leaves me hanging and gets away with it.” The man flicked aside the edges of my ruined dress and ran light hands up my sides and down again. They came to a stop on my hips as he blazed a trail of kisses down from my mouth to my belly button. His mouth then traveled lower, stopping just inches away from my yearning and needy mound. He removed a hand to place it between my legs, hugging the area.
“So hot and wet, aren’t you Tiffany? You want this,” the man murmured. I felt him shift his weight so that he was straddling me—naked. I’d heard him come into the room clothed, I’d heard the swish of fabric as he’d walked towards me, but sometime between entering the room and now he’d removed his pants.
This wasn’t good. This was so not good!
“I’m sorry Tiffany hurt you but I’m not who you think I am! I—”
The man silenced me with another kiss and the insertion of not one but two fingers into my vagina.
I moaned against his mouth trying to get his attention. Trying to tell him that I wasn’t who he thought I was and that this was a huge mistake but he mistook the sound for one of passion.
“I know, Baby. You want this. You want me. I can smell just how much you want me. You can deny it all you want over the phone and with text messages but your body tells me the truth. You never stopped wanting this.”
I swallowed the words I so wanted to say, deciding to play along. I didn’t know the first thing about the man touching me so intimately but I wanted him. His fingers inside of me and his kiss felt so good. I did want more of him.
“Yes. I want this,” I agreed throatily.
The man chuckled and lightly nipped the side of my neck with his teeth. He then sucked on the area, removing his hand from my crotch. Again shifting his weight I felt the tip of his penis touch me intimately and widened my legs to allow him better access.
The man chuckled again before he returned his mouth to mine. “Oh yeah, you definitely want this. But we’re not going to finish things that quickly.” He moved his lower body forward slightly rubbing his penis against my rapidly moistening core.
“I want you to beg for this Tiffany. Tell me how much you want this.” When I didn’t say anything he yelled, “Tell me!”
“I want you, all right?” I panted. “Please whoever you are don’t stop.”
The man chuckled yet again, the sound rougher this time. He didn’t seem to hear the “whoever you are” part. I knew he was enjoying the sensation of his body rubbing on mine. “God I’ve missed this Tiffany.” Without another word he surged forward, not stopping until he was all the way inside of me.
“What the hell?” he murmured with confusion. “Okay the weight and breast changes I can buy ’cause yeah, you like fixing yourself up and it has been a few months since I last saw you, but how the fuck did you become a virgin?”
He ripped off my blindfold, his eyes widening with shock and dismay as he finally realized that I wasn’t who he thought I was.
I smiled uneasily and shrugged as best I could with the cuffs restraining my wrists. “I tried to tell you—and those guys who grabbed me—I’m not Tiffany.”
“What—who?” He began to move out of and away from me but I stopped him by locking my ankles around his back.
“No,” I said quickly. “Don’t ask me who I am and don’t tell me who you are. For right now it’s just you and me. A guy and a girl having great sex.”
“Great sex, huh?” He retreated then moved forward again. “You ain’t seen nothing yet Babe.” He sobered then, seeming to have second thoughts, and added, “I don’t know…”
I latched on to the uncertainty in his voice. I needed this! I worked hard and never had a chance to play. I wasn’t going to let this random guy take such amazing pleasure away from me. “Please don’t stop. Please. Use me. Punish me.” I blinked up at the man smiling hopefully. “Please? You feel really good inside of me.” I fervently wished that my wrists were free so that I could touch this man’s face. Caress his naked and slightly furry chest. But since I couldn’t I settled for caressing his upper body and face with my eyes. “Please, sir, don’t stop.”
