Page 31 of A Very No Strings Halloween
“I said stop, inmate.” My chest is heaving.
She gives me a knowing smile, her lipstick smeared and strands of hair plastered to her forehead. “Did you say your safe words?The Boston Tomcats suck?”
That does it. I take the scoop of her tank top in my hands and rip it apart, exposing her gorgeous breasts. I take out the condom I put in my pants pocket and stand up, rolling it on in front of her.
“You are my prisoner. Your body is mine. You have no control. And my cock is going in your pussy.”
“Understood, sir,” she says, a wide smile on her face.
I can’t help the smile that spreads across mine. It’s not in character at all, but fuck it. Once the condom is on I sit back down, pull her up onto my lap, and guide her pussy down to my cock. It’s awkward as fuck on the chair, with her hands cuffed. But we make it work. I thrust up into her, and she grinds her hips as I do. She arches back, and I lick and kiss and suck her tits, and we only last a few minutes before we’re both coming.
I cover her mouth with my hand. We’re alone, far away from anyone who could hear her. But I want her to feel like she’s mine, just for a moment. She’s chained up, filled with me, and I’m in control. Which means I’ll take care of her. She screams her pleasure and the frustration of her day into the palm of my hand, and I follow right behind her, chanting her name as my orgasm racks my body.
It takes some time for me to be able to move again. Without making her get up, I manage to pick up the pants from around my ankles, fish the keys out of the pocket, and uncuff her. She was struggling a lot and she wore them for a long time, so there are some pretty serious ligature marks on her wrists. Her tank top’s all torn up; her panties are ripped up on the floor. Did I go too far?
“I’m so sorry,” I tell her. And I really am. I feel like I failed her. This is what I do. I take things too far. This is why I’m gonna die alone. I kiss her wrists. And I don’t plan to stop kissing them until those red marks go away.
Donna shakes her head vehemently. “Do. Not. Be. Sorry. Really. That was thrilling. Right?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Still, I kiss her wrists. She is strong. But I was supposed to protect her. “Why are you so into role-play anyway?” I don’t look at her when I ask. Just continue to kiss her wrists.
“Because it’s fun. Right?”
“Is this how you do it with other guys or just me?”
She doesn’t answer, and I didn’t expect her to. I keep kissing her wrists.
“You’re more fun than other guys,” she finally says. “We’re just having fun.”
I look up at her. She looks at me. Her words sounded so certain, but there’s something in her eyes. Like she’s really asking me.
“Yeah. This is fun. Keeps things fun and easy.” I shrug.
The lights start flickering. There’s buzzing and zapping and then they just turn off for a second. Then they come back on, still flickering. Donna’s no longer in a dreamy state. “What the hell?”
And then all of a sudden an old radio that’s in a pile in a corner turns on. There’s static and screeching and then it goes to really loud, creepy classical music. Like that “Something Wicked This Way Comes” song from a Harry Potter movie.
Donna stares at me, wide-eyed and trembling. I can tell she’s so freaked out she can’t even form words.
“Uh. Well. I never got around to giving you the bad news. It seems like the electrical and the plumbing needs work,” I tell her in my native cocky tongue. But I don’t mean it. The electrical panel looked fine when I checked it. It was obviously upgraded. The plumbing looked fine too, for the most part. But it has to be an old-house thing, or I have no idea why this is happening, unless there’s a storm out there all of a sudden.
“Oh. Well…” Donna’s voice rises in panic. “Anyway, I wouldn’t just role-play with anyone. I like role-playing with you. You’re good at it.” She tries to play it off like she isn’t scared, just continuing our conversation from earlier.
I follow her lead. “Oh, yeah, me too. I like doing this with you a lot too.” And though we’re not asrelaxed as we were before, it felt better to say that than blowing this off as something that’s no big deal.
“And if you really want to know,” she continues, “I do it because my job is stressful. And sad. And sometimes I just want to get off work and be someone else. Someone who doesn’t have to deal with all the things I deal with every day. While having orgasms. More bang for my buck. You know?”
“Understood.”
And just as suddenly as it turned on, the radio shuts off.
But the damn lights are still flickering.
After a few seconds, Donna laughs. I laugh. We’re both laughing at how totally absurd this situation is, I think.
“So can we start work on this place tomorrow? I got the day off.”
“Sure, yeah. Oh, wait. Shit. My cousin’s niece Piper is flying in from New York tomorrow. I gotta look after her for the day.”
