Let's Make a Bet Ch. 03

My expression didn't change and soon enough he had me turned towards the headboard and fastened securely to his bed. The chain was long enough so that I was able to lower my arms a little, though I couldn't step very far from that spot. I looked around the room quickly and noticed it matched the rest of the suite in decadence, including a warm crackling fireplace beside the bed.

The reality of the whole thing was starting to set in and another surge of panic hit me. Feeling a bit like shit had gotten too real I seriously considered putting all my weight onto the chain in an attempt to break through the wooden bedframe. He saw me scheming and laughed to himself as he rested against a wall.

"It's reinforced with metal." He assured me, "The only thing you could do is chip the wood - which I would find annoying." He gave me a look to convey that he wasn't joking. He seemed in a good mood at the moment but I couldn't help but imagine what would happen if he were to get upset at a time like this. If he was serious and this was the real deal, then this man obviously intended to live out some sick sexual fantasy with me. I couldn't help but smile at that and my stomach leapt with unexpected excitement. All I could think of was his body on top of mine, his tongue expertly making it's way down my chest and onto the aching mound between my legs. Just then I remembered his face, red with frustration as I had made myself at home in his space. It was a beautiful sight and all I wanted was more.

"What happens if you get annoyed?" I asked him sounding innocently enough.

His attention went from casually soaking up my sorry state to fixing his eyes directly onto mine. I had hit some kind of nerve. He smiled and with a low voice asked me, "Would you like to find out?"

I managed to avoid the backfire with a scoff and by returning my attention to the chain. As intriguing as his temper might be, I was more inclined to gain some freedom, or at least some kind of leverage.

"You seem uncomfortable in those." He said, and pushed himself from where he was leaning and began circling me, watching me from every angle.

I shrugged, trying to appear calm while my heart continued to race. I kept my eyes on the chain that was looped over the banister, trying to find a weak spot.

"Want to make a deal?" He offered after another moment.

I stopped fidgeting and turned to him. "What did you have in mind?"

"Promise to do as I say and I'll uncuff you."

My eyes narrowed. "God knows what that could entail." But he ignored me and settled comfortably on the bed, back against the headboard. I was forced to stand before him at the foot of the bed, the chains preventing me from resting my arms comfortably at my sides.

I struggled for a few more moments while he waited patiently and then I realized that it was useless. Finally, I stopped. "Well?" I asked, my anxiety was obvious.

He finished his sip and then in a casual yet authoritative tone said simple, "Strip."

My expression twisted. "Ha ha, hysterical." I said dryly but his face didn't change.

"Be a good girl and do what you're told." He said and he made a point of pulling a small brass key from his pocket and setting it on the bedside table. "Or I'll do it for you and I guarantee you won't be happy."

I shot daggers at him but that only made him laugh more. I opened my mouth to tear him a new one but I thought better of it. This was a game, wasn't it? So, I needed to strategize wisely. Give an inch, get a mile. All I have to do is undress in front of him and then I won't be bound anymore. It would give me an opportunity to lower his defenses.

Resolved to surrender but not wanting to let him relish in it I decided to do as I was told as calmly as possibly. "You'll stay where you are?" I asked tentatively. He gave that now familiar smile that was drenched in mischief and agreed, "I will stay here while you undress."

Nodding, I outstretched my hand for the key. After releasing myself from his bed I moved to take a step towards the door.

"Ah, no moving from that spot." He told me sternly.

Impulsively, I continued but thought better than to get restrained again, so I gave in. His face was smug, leaning back on his bed, drink in hand and waiting for me to remove my clothing for him. Part of me was willing to put up a bigger fight but my eye was on winning the whole experience. I wanted to sleep with him, sure but I wanted to show him that there was not a part of me that wanted to worship the ground he walked on.

Attempting to convey my displeasure I took a deep breath and removed my coat, hesitating before reaching for my blouse. Another moment of resolve and I began to bring my shirt above my head but once again, he interjected. "Look at me, pet."

My spine straightened at the nickname. I wanted nothing more than to hurl anything I could get my hands on at him but at the same time I felt that new excitement in my body begin to stir. He smiled and motioned for me to continue. Rolling my eyes to try to lighten the mood I then locked eyes. Those cool dark blue eyes that had hypnotized me at the gallery, sitting there across the bed, enjoying my discomfort. Slowly, I lifted my shirt above my head, causing my long dark wavy hair to fall back over my bare shoulders. I felt his eyes wash over me, my sensitive curves and soft skin. I bit my lip, trying to distract myself from his blinding attention which made my nerves dance. My fingers felt thick and strange as I unclasped the skirt and, in an attempt to quicken the process, I hooked my fingers onto both the skirt and leggings, bringing them both down at the same time. I stood there, my skin exposed to the cool air and warm glow of the fire, covered only by my bra, panties and my nervously wrapped arms.

"You aren't finished, yet." He warned me, his face remained stern but I could see lust growing in his eyes.

"Come on." I protested "This is a fair compromise."

He leaned towards me. "I don't think you understand what you've gotten yourself into." The lust in his eyes remained but now anger had mixed in as well. Somehow his features became more defined, his strong jaw emphasized as his resolute expression.

But even if I did want to undress in front of him, I felt the need to object, on principle alone. He had forced me into the room, even chained me up for God's sake. And now he was going to throw a fit because I refused to undress on command? I furrowed my brow. "Look, I don't know who you think you are-" But that was as much as I got out. In what felt like an instant he was beside me, hand extended onto my arm. It seemed like it only took a second for him to seat himself on the edge of the bed and pull me over his knees.

In utter shock I couldn't find the words, but he had pressed me so forcefully onto his knee that I struggled to catch my breath. All I felt was one of his hand on my neck, keeping me in place while the other slid underneath the backside of my panties. He began to slide them down my leg and then twisted and yanked until I heard the awful snapping sound of them being ripped away.

"Motherfuck-" The slap that he laid on my ass rang out across the room and muffled anything that could come out of my mouth. He gave me three more in quick succession Slap! Slap! Slap! I tried to twist off of him but his strong grasp kept me in place and all I managed was to earn three more strikes.

I gasped. The sudden explosion of stinging pain shocked me into silence. He signed deeply.

"Kat," he kept one hand firmly on the back of my head but the second one began to stroke my tender rear end as he spoke, "this whole thing is a simple enough concept." He continued to pet my ass, making his way down my legs until he was lightly stroking my thighs. "When you're here, you do as I say - one way or another." And with that he ran his fingers over my pussy lips, instantly causing them to swell with desire. With long gentle strokes he continued to touch the folds of my cunt until they were throbbing. All of the adrenaline that he had caused with his anger had suddenly been redirected into the most pleasurable touch I had ever experienced. All I could do was whimper softly.

"If you're good," he loosened his grip on my neck and hesitated to see if I would move, his other hand still running firmly between my legs. I did not move an inch, lost in his touch and baffled at the whole situation. Pleased, he stroked my head. "you get rewarded. If you disobey or upset me," he returned his firm grip and before I could protest another three resounding strikes landing on my already tender behind, "you will suffer. Do you understand?"

I still couldn't find my voice but I managed to nod my head. Finding it acceptable, he released me and I managed to stumble to my feet. I stood slightly behind a bedpost, as if it would offer some substantial barrier. My throat was tight, but after a few moments I managed to speak, "You swore you wouldn't come towards me."

He tilted his head, "I said I would stay put while you undressed." A grin began to spread onto his face, "Should've kept undressing then, huh?"