Subspace

Through the black material I could see him standing in front of me. His cock standing tall as he kissed each breast. He cupped one of his mighty hands around my throat and squeezed until I couldn't breathe. I struggled against him, tried to break free, but the more I struggled the tighter the ropes became. The more I pulled the hotter the burn, until I felt them cut into my skin. His hand traced the inside of my thigh and the room began to spin. He slipped a finger inside me just as the world went black.

"You know what," he said, as I came to, "I think you will really like this. From what I have heard you will go to a special place."

I knew then that he was going to kill me. This was it, my demise, tied to a pole in a stranger's house. No one would even know...

I could feel him, his hunger, his lust. I knew he was making himself wait...but wait for what?

"Are you going to kill me?"

"Kill you? Why would I want to kill you?" he said as he tugged on a nipple.

"I told you, I want to see some gratitude."

"I am very grateful, please, if you just untie me, I will show you my gratitude. Please, I will do whatever you want me to do."

"That is where you have it all wrong. I don't want you to do something for me because you fear repercussions. No, I want you to want to please me. In fact, I want you to beg to please me."

He traced his fingers along my labia before dipping in and rubbing. My wet sounds joined the ticking of the clock and they chased each other around the room as he feverishly stroked. He took his fingers out of me and wiped my juices along my nipples, and then took each one into his mouth and sucked. I could feel myself bruising from his suction, but all I wanted was for his hand to return to my pussy.

"That will do for tonight. We will see how you feel tomorrow."

I heard him click off the lamp. Then I heard the creak of the bed as he returned to the warm covers.

I stood, balanced on one foot as the darkness passed into grayness. The winter sun splashed through the slight opening of the curtains and I wished more than anything that I could break free and run away, into the snow, ice, wind, it didn't matter. My arms had long gone numb, my hip ached from the pressure of standing in one place while on one foot. My mind struggled to find something to hold on to. A splinter of yesterday... The warmth of Larry's bookstore and the scent of paper and books...Walt Whitman...

I celebrate myself;

And what I assume you shall assume;

For every atom belonging to me, as good belongs to you...

I could not remember anymore. The more I struggled to recollect, the further it slipped away, underwater. The scent of bacon and eggs passed as well as the escaping ticks of the old clock. My stomach growled but I cannot say I felt hunger. I felt like I was drunk or high, no longer feeling the pain of the ropes or their obvious wounds. I was light as air and free as a dried autumn leaf... floating by...

I had not heard him enter the room, but I could smell his cologne.

"When I take this mask off I want to see that same level of gratitude you had when I picked you up. In the glare of the headlights, I could see that you wanted to show your thankfulness—no rather your indebtedness. I know that if I had wanted it, you would have dropped to your knees and sucked my cock right there."

I nodded. He slipped the mask off and touched my lips with his thumb.

I inhaled deeply while watching his eyes, hoping to gain something, approval maybe?

"See, that is what I am talking about. Your hazel eyes say it all, you want me, you need me. With your almond shaped eyes, high cheekbones, and dainty lips, you look like a feline, a beautiful sleek cat...your name is perfect. I bought you a collar today, as you can see the little pink charm says 'Jezebel'."

After he untied me, he fastened the thin leather collar around my neck. My body felt weak, my legs wanted to buckle and my arms ached with the sudden rush of blood.

"On your knees and keep your eyes on me," he instructed.

Down I went, grateful to have the floor cradle my weight. I kept my eyes locked on his. He embraced my head and brought it toward his cock. He was between my lips as my tongue traced and tickled the ridge of his bulbous head. It was pink and swollen. In my mouth he throbbed and I swirled my tongue around and around his thick shaft until I felt him pulsing. He wound his fingers through my hair and forced me to swallow him. Deep into my throat he plunged. He pulled my hair, forcing me to gag and drool. I did not care about a need for oxygen, all I cared about was him.

He exploded in me, shooting his warm salty mess down my throat. I sucked and licked and felt his girth grow. He slipped out of my lips and pulled my body up to him then gently placed me on his bed. He was on top of me, between my thighs. His fingers busied themselves, rubbing my clit into a bonfire. I began to grind against his hand, my slippery sounds filled the small, chilly bedroom as I threatened to cum. In an instant, he was inside me, rocking back and forth, holding my arms, sucking my breasts, my nipples. He plowed into me again and again then gripped my hips and hammered deep within me. I gasped and grunted and returned the thrusts. I was ravenous for his attention, his affection, his cock.

Before I knew it, he had turned me over. He continued fucking my pussy while fingering my asshole. He grunted, pushing deeper inside as his thumb circled my tiny brown pucker, tracing each fold of skin.

"I know this part of you has never been touched-I will be your first."

I tensed under his body. The idea of being taken so roughly scared me. As he continued ramming me from behind my little charm jingled and I remembered the feeling of calm and peacefulness that came with the ropes and the sexual fire that came with being released.

"You can have my ass if you tie me up first."

With that, he exploded inside me, filling me a second time. He pulled me close, but only for a moment, then pulled me out of bed.

"I got you, baby, I got you," he said, taking hold of the rope and the black silk mask.