Goodbye, Miss Granger Ch. 08-09

With both of my hands tied, Kevin moved down my body a fraction to position the hard bulge in his pants over my pussy and then leaned back down to kiss me. This time I kissed back – it was a reluctance fantasy, not a non-consent fantasy – but then turned my head away whispering "No. I don't want to," all the while rubbing my pussy deliciously against that throbbing bulge.

Very quickly, Kevin rocked backwards onto his feet and pulled my panties down to my knees in the same movement.

"No!" I squawked in mock horror, crossing one leg over the other to hide my naked pussy. Kevin was briefly crouched over my knees – which would be catastrophic for him if I was really trying to fight him – but I was taking care not to kick him and thus bring my fantasy to a premature end with him curled up on the floor and me still tied to the bed. Instead he leaped off, peeling off my soaking panties as he went. He grabbed one ankle and slipped another noose around it while I tried to kick out of his grasp, wriggling and opening my legs wide so he could see how wet he was making me. Walking around the foot of the bed, he did the same to the other leg and pulled them tight, stretching me wide open and helpless while I desperately tried not to show how much I was loving it.

"Now …," he said, standing beside the bed and looking down at me, naked except for my sexy half-cup bra and completely at his mercy. I looked back up at him, wide eyes glinting with excitement, which could maybe be mistaken for apprehension and fear. Or maybe not; I'm no expert. Kevin pulled the slip off a pillow and fitted it quickly over my head.

"What?" I cried, genuinely surprised. "No! No mea…," in my shock I almost used the safe-word, no-means-no, but stopped myself at the last moment thinking that it might be sexy not to be able to see what he was about to do to me. Besides, the slip was loose over my head and I could breathe easily so it was hardly any less comfortable, and I could always use the safe-word properly if it turned out I didn't like it.

"Okay?" he asked softly, breaking from the role-play when he heard me almost give up.

"Don't!" I cried out meekly. "Let me go. I'm frightened. I don't want to do it anymore!" Which of course meant I wanted to be filled up with as much cock as he had to give me, and please for fuck's sake hurry because I'm so horny I could burst.

"Good!" he said decisively. I could hear him pulling off his shirt and unzipping his pants; I wished I could see how hard he was and how much he wanted me. I felt the mattress flex as he climbed back onto the bed and then the lightest touch on my ribcage, just below my bra. Finger? Tongue? I could feel a cool trail as it moved lightly down and over my stomach. Tongue, then. His cock might leave a wet trail too, but not one that long. It weaved across the other side of my stomach and over my hip, skirting close to my pubic hair and then down to my inner thigh where it stopped. He kissed me lightly down there, about eight inches below my glistening slit, sucking little circles of skin between his lips and gently tonguing them before releasing and moving to a new location ever closer to my entrance.

My pussy felt like it was on fire. With my legs spread so wide, he could get into every nook and crevice at the junction of my thighs. And he did! The tendons at the tops of my thighs were stretched taut and standing proud, creating erogenous hollows both above and below that Kevin pampered with slow loving kisses and caressed with the hard point of his tongue. I could feel juices trickling from my gaping entrance and running down over my perineum. Kevin's tongue touched there – tasting me – and I arched my pussy down to try to bring his tongue to my wanton slit but he just teased me and licked lazily around the edges of my opening, occasionally treating me with the lightest of feather touches to pink wings of my inner labia.

"What was that?" Kevin asked urgently? I heard it too, a noise somewhere outside the bedroom. "Don't go anywhere!" he said with a smile in his voice as I felt him climb off the bed and pad over to the door. "Shit. I left the front door open."

I heard him leave the room and then the sound of the front door closing a few moments later.

And then silence.

"Kevin?" I didn't say it very loud. I didn't need to, there were no other sounds and he could hear me perfectly well from anywhere in the apartment. I listened intently, not sure whether the pillow slip over my head was affecting my hearing. There was nothing. Just pure silence. Was this part of the game? Making me wait? I was so hot and ready for sex that it didn't seem like a fun game to me; I just wanted him to come back into the bedroom and finish me off. I could almost feel my clitoris thrumming; I'd probably come in about three quick strokes.

I waited another ten-count in the perfect silence, listening to my own heartbeat in my ears. "Kevin?" I tried to put a bit of impatience into my voice. "This isn't very funny. Come and finish what you started." I realised that I'd fallen out of my role and began to get annoyed for real, partly with Kevin and partly with myself for being so easily shaken out of the game.

Why would he do it anyway? There's nothing sexy about leaving me naked and blindfolded and tied to the bed to cool off when he could be filling me with hot cock at this very moment.

Unless he was watching me.

I listened intently again, cocking my head to the side and not breathing. Had he snuck back into the bedroom without me hearing? It was possible. Especially with the slip over my ears, I might not have heard him. It was the only thing that made sense, him watching me, my hands tied helplessly behind my head and my legs stretched across the bed, pulling the lips of my pussy apart. I thought about him standing there, breathing softly through his mouth and holding his rigid cock, a drop of pre-cum beading on the tip as he stared greedily at my open sex and imagined sinking his shaft into its tight, silken sheath in a single thrust.

So it was part of the game! What was my role now? Did he want me to do something? Should I struggle against the bonds? Just to check, I tried touching my hands together to see if I could loosen one noose with the other hand, but it was useless, they were just too far apart. Suppose he wanted me to pretend he was really was gone and I was on my own. How would I get untied? I'd have to scream for help, I guess, and then someone would come to rescue me.

What if a guy came to help?

What if he was on his own?

What if he saw how naked and helpless I was?

Oh my God! What if he saw how wet I was? This fantasy might not be part of the game, but I felt a fresh trickle of pussy juices run from my entrance and down to my anus.

What if a guy came in and just helped himself to what was on offer? And what would it feel like? Blindfolded and helpless with a strange cock sliding into my pussy, thicker than Kevin, pumping me slowly, stretching me until I could take his full girth and then giving me more length, inch by inch until his thick cock was all the way inside and my yawning pussy lips were stretched taut around the base. I felt my heart quicken at the fantasy. I imagined the stranger fucking me deeply, his monster cock buried inside me and pressed against my cervix, rocking back and forth while the tight muscles of my pussy squeezed and polished his shaft until he climaxed, finishing inside me and filling me with his hot cum.

Oh my goodness! My pussy was incandescent; it felt like it was glowing with wet heat. I wanted to squeeze my thighs together to relieve the ache in my throbbing vulva, but the ropes around my ankles had me stretched wide. I clenched the muscles in my pussy to try and quell the fire building there and felt it wink closed, only to peel open again when I released.

Was that a sigh? I thought I heard a soft breath as I clenched my pussy. Kevin must be here, watching me, silently stroking his cock and seeing me get wetter and wetter. I held my breath and listened again, but there was nothing.

What was he doing? Was he just standing there? Maybe he was closer than I thought. Maybe he was leaning over the bed with his lips close to my pussy. Now that I had imagined it, I could feel the radiant warmth of his face close to my thighs and I was sure I was right. I thrust my pussy upwards hoping to surprise him, but nothing happened; it was just my imagination playing tricks.

But I could still feel that warmth on my thighs. Was that the movement of air? Did I just feel his breath on me? Now I was hearing and feeling phantom breaths. What other clues could I use without sight? Smell? Could I even smell him through the pillowcase? I'm so used to his deodorant that I probably wouldn't smell it anyway. Was he wearing cologne tonight? Concentrating hard, I took a slow, deep breath, flaring my nostrils and searching for a scent that would betray him. I took a second and third breath. Maybe there was something. I could smell my own sex, but maybe there was something else, a softer scent. Vanilla? It didn't smell familiar. Heck, I'm not even sure I smelled anything at all.

"Kevin?" I said softly. There was no response. It was starting to get weird. "Kevin, just finish me off. I want you." I waited, breathing through my mouth and listening intently. Still there was nothing. The excitement of my stranger fantasy was wearing off again. This game had gone long enough. I steeled myself to use a sterner voice.

"Kev… ARRRGH!" I felt something and shrieked in surprise. It was a touch, right in the pink inner folds of my pussy. My heart leaped in my chest and I strained uselessly against the bonds. "JESUS, WHAT THE…," I began, and then "Ohhh!" as whatever had touched me forced rudely inside and began slowly pumping my pussy. Oh my God, what was it? There was no one on the bed other than me. A finger? No, thicker. A thumb? Yes, probably. I felt it fuck deeper into me, my tight entrance stretching and closing around a hard knob of bone. Definitely a thumb.

"Oh my God, Kevin!" I gasped, partly from the surprise and partly from the pleasure of finally having something in my pussy. "You scared the shit out of me!" Still there was no response and no sound, just the wet, hungry sucking of my pussy as that thumb slowly fucked me. What was the game now? I knew he was there so why wasn't he saying anything? It wasn't like him.

(What was that again?)

It wasn't like him… Oh my God. I went cold. The front door was open. What if it's not him? What if it's a stranger pretending to be him? But then what happened to Kevin? He didn't just walk away. He didn't get bludgeoned and fall unconscious to the floor. I would have heard that. Obviously this was Kevin pretending to be someone else.

Obviously, right? But why didn't he put on a little pantomime of falling over or yelling "Oh my God" before a big crash? Why just the silence? It didn't make sense. I'd almost reassured myself that the owner of the thumb gently fucking me was only Kevin. But what if it wasn't? What if!

I'll use the safe word, I thought. I actually opened my mouth to do it and then froze. What if it wasn't Kevin? It was impossible and it was just nerves getting to me, but what if it wasn't Kevin? A stranger wouldn't respond to our safe word; he'd keep going and then I'd know for sure that I was here alone and helpless and terrified and being fucked by a stranger. If it was Kevin, he'd stop and the breathless, terrifying, and utterly orgasmic thumb-fucking would stop too.

What if I just let it continue? Because it's Kevin. Of course it's Kevin. But I could pretend it wasn't. I could pretend I was being fucked by a stranger. If he did anything too weird – if he did anything too scary – I could use the safe-word and he would stop. He would stop, right? Because it's Kevin, and Kevin respects my trust.

And if he didn't stop? Well, then I'd scream. Sure, I'd scream, and then he'd run – whoever he was – and someone would come and untie me. Someone safe. But only if it gets weird. Or scary. Until then, I could just enjoy the sex because … because after all, it's Kevin.

That mysterious disembodied thumb in my pussy had been joined by a mysterious disembodied finger – a knuckle, actually – and it was pressed against my clitoris, sliding around in my juices while the hard nub of my love button slipped left and right beneath it.

As delicious as the thumb-fucking was, I had a deeper itch, a furnace heat building in the depths of my pussy that it couldn't reach. I was pumping my hips in time to his thumb now, rising to meet each stroke, thrusting at the last moment and gasping as he buried it up to the webbing and the thicker meat below the thumb drove into my opening and spread me wide.

"Please," I gasped, my breath ragged and strained. "Please finish me with your cock. I want to feel you come inside me."

And with that the thumb stopped. Well, actually it paused. Right at the bottom of the stroke. I had thrust upwards and my bottom dropped back onto the bed as that loving opposable digit slid wetly from my pussy. There was still no other sound apart from my ragged breathing, now hot and moist inside the pillow slip covering my head. The pad of the thumb kept caressing my opening, as if the owner was inspecting my pussy, maybe deciding whether or not I was worth fucking. It wasn't typical of Kevin and even though I knew it was him, the not knowing was simply breathtaking. I don't think I'd ever been hornier.

Finally the thumb broke contact and I heard the delightfully welcome sound of a zipper followed by the rustle of pants being removed.

(Zip?)

I smiled beneath my pillow slip. Yep, you've still got it Jeannie. Even tied up and helpless, the guys just gotta follow your instruction.

I felt the mattress flex as he climbed onto the bed between the stretched vee of my naked legs and I imagined him kneeling there, cock in hand, stroking it as he contemplated my pink, soaking entrance.

(Zip!)

Something was asserting itself from my subconscious. I was trying to concentrate of the mental image of Kevin (or anyone! Remember, it could be anyone) kneeling between my thighs but something else was clamouring for attention in my brain. A feeling like déjà vu. Kevin moved closer and I lifted my knees up as far as the ropes would allow to give him better access to my pussy, and I shivered with anticipation as I felt him moving into position with his knees touching the backs of my thighs.

(ZIP!)

What am I trying to remember? Was it something I saw? But I haven't seen anything since the blindfold went on. Something I imagined? Maybe, but being helpless is a common fantasy for me and I'd been thinking about being fucked by a stranger several times tonight, so that didn't feel right.

I felt another touch at my entrance, softer than before. Not a thumb this time, but the head of his cock. I drew a sharp intake of breath and vocalised my mounting desire and need on the exhale, anticipating the beautiful moment when his hard cock would breach me.

Something I heard? I haven't heard much of anything. Just the wet sounds of my pussy, my own breathing, Kevin's zipper …

(ZIP!!!)

Kevin's zipper. A tidal wave of adrenaline swamped me, sending a chill down my spine and making my heart race. His zipper! I heard it when he undressed right after blindfolding me, and now I heard it again, just a minute ago. He'd been naked when he left the room to close the front door; I was sure of it. And he left so quickly, he didn't have time to redress.

And now there was a cock tracing the length of my slit, touching my clitoris and firing off cannon-bursts of ecstasy, a cock that until a minute ago had been inside a pair of pants.

A cock that didn't belong to Kevin!

(no-means-no-means-no-means-no-meansnomeansnomeansNOMEANASNOMEANSNO!)

I opened my mouth to say it, to scream it, but just as I drew in breath to do so, he pushed firmly into my pussy, his cock hard and cool in my furnace core like a bar of iron thrust into a forge. The soft skin of his cock-head parted the hot, velvety walls of my sheath, all the way inside in a single wet stroke until I felt the tip touch down on my cervix and his pubis against the engorged, tender lips of my sex.

"O-h-h-h-h-mmm!" It was supposed to be "No-means-no," but all that came out was a gasp of pure, undiluted ecstasy, and before I could take another breath to try again he pulled three quarters of the way out and drilled me again, thrusting at the end and bumping my labia in way that could have been painful but just fired off another mortar shell of bliss in my core.

In that extra moment, I was able to think about what the safe-word meant. And the thing is: nothing had changed! If it was Kevin then this wonderful, raw, terrifying sex would stop. If it wasn't Kevin then I would lie here helpless and petrified while I was raped by a stranger.

But if I didn't use the safe-word….

If I didn't use the safe word then I could pretend it was Kevin. Or I could pretend that I was pretending that it wasn't Kevin; I was too confused and too horny to even think straight. All I knew for sure was that I had never been so frightened in my life, and even so I was about thirty seconds away from an orgasm of such intensity that it might be life-threatening.

"Oh my God! Please don't hurt me, please don't hurt me!" I could hear the waver in my own voice and it frightened me even more, but now I was lifting into his thrusts, tilting my hips to drive him deeper, his cock-head pounding my cervix and driving each breath from my lungs faster than I could take a new one.

"Yes! Yes!" I cried in time to his pounding cock. I was tipping over the edge. "I'm almost there!" I husked. "Cum in me!" I felt rough hands grab at the curve of my hips and his cock – this powerful, rampant stranger's cock – swelled and ploughed into my womanhood and held there. Mashed up against my pussy, my swollen labia peeled back in a wet embrace against the base of his cock and balls, I felt the freight-train rumble of cum coursing through his shaft and emptying into the steaming, desperate sheath of my sex. The thought of this stranger's cum arcing into my innermost core in thick, wet ropes – painting my love canal in his hot, strange spunk – it finished me, and finally I was coming too. The muscles in my thighs contracted but I was tied down and had nothing to squeeze and bear down on except his throbbing cock. Writhing and twisting against my bonds, my pussy muscles crushed down on his cock and sprayed hot cum out over my tingling, singing labia. As my orgasm peaked, every muscle in my body spasmed at once and I shook, moaning and crying out and trying to breathe at the same time, pulling furiously at the ropes on my ankles to force his cock deeper and grind my clitoris against his pubis.

As I finally descended from my climax, the true horror of my situation finally dawned: bound and helpless, raped and in a few moments abandoned in a sticky, steaming pool of a stranger's cum and the juices of my own incredible orgasm.

"No means no," I whispered, my eyes pinched shut against the tears that were about to erupt.

I held my breath.

The body above me collapsed heavily onto my chest, crushing my breasts and driving the breath out of me. The pillow slip pulled off my head and I blinked against the sudden brighter light.