This story was originally published on AlexSuze.com 22 March 2006.
Tuesday Eveneing
Eve was tied to the bed blindfolded, naked and vulnerable. The room was silent, insulated from the noise of the adjoining brothel. Laying there spread-eagled on her back she remembered when this had been a familiar part of her life. When her and Elliot had been a team, at work and in their up-town apartment. But that was long gone, their lives irrevocably altered by the city’s brutal codes. The reality of this place was so well hidden from the wealthy elite by a veneer of civilisation, and so cruelly obvious to the rest of the population.
Just as she felt her mood becoming melancholic she sensed him enter the room. He moved like a cat, almost silently. He was naked, she could tell, no sound of clothes moving only the quietest of footfalls, and occasionally the sound of his breathing.
She waited for the first sign that he was close to her, perhaps his breath on her neck? But no, he had time to play. She could feel the heat of his body close to her thigh, his hand probably, hovering a few inches above her skin. The hand moved slowly up and across her stomach and on to her breasts. He had not touched her yet her nipples were hard and hot. Eve felt herself becoming breathless.
Elliot still did not touch her, prolonging the suspense. Would it be a gentle caress of her firm expectant breast? A tongue probing her pussy lips, searching for an opening? She began to squirm at the thought of it, raising her body slightly from the bed, rolling to one side, straining at her bonds.
She heard the crack of his hand on her buttock, milliseconds later she felt the stinging jolt of pain. He had been waiting for her to expose soft flesh of her ass, letting her reveal her soft skin to be struck. She was a willing participant in this game, a game that he controlled.
Her skin began to display the imprint of his single blow, developing like a photograph under the red glow of a safelight. She relished the though, knowing the acute pain she now sensed would soon dull, but the impression would remain on her flesh, perhaps for days. She craved for more, a switch on her thighs, clamps on her … but that wasn’t Elliot’s style, he enjoyed the thought that the cruel caress of his palm on her backside aroused her but would never indulge her desires to the full.
A hand cupped a breast, Eve felt the nipple being sucked into his mouth, lips wide. He teased the tip with his tongue, rolling the nipple around against the areola. His teeth brushed against the engorged tip, still he maintained a partial vacuum, drawing more blood to the reddening button.
His hand was in her hair again, pulling her head back sharply. She released a moan of joyful resignation.
Then she felt it, the hot hardness of his cock against her leg. The pulsing iron rod in its velvety sheath of skin. Her tongue flicked across her lips willing him to hurry. Wanting him to enter her. But wanting him to control her first, wanting him to demand her submission. Wanting to submit to him without question. Wanting him.
She became immersed in the thought of what he would do to her, how cruel he would let himself be to her…
Then he was gone. No hands on her flesh, no tongue probing and darting. He had not left the room, she was sure of that. She heard an almost inaudible noise at the foot of the bed. The clink of something against glass. What was it?
The ice and water drenched her breasts just as she realised his intention. She yelped as the cold water hit her and arched her back. She tried to lower herself as the shock and cold subsided, but couldn’t. The ice that had been in the jug now lay on the bed under and around her. She squirmed and pulled at the ropes.
A hand holding a lump of ice traced its way down from her neck, between her breasts and to her most sensitive lips. Her clitoris stung as the glacier drove between the valley of her thighs, the tiny strip of pubic hair no defence against the chill.
He held the ice there, against her writhing body. It began to melt, sending a rivulet of icy water between her labia. The melt water reached her ass and wet her anus, cooling it, making it contract and tighten.
The it was gone, replaced by his hot cock. It nudged her lips apart and drove into her pussy. Her lips where deathly cold, but inside a warm wet cavern welcomed the pulsing intruder.
She tilted her hips to allow him to thrust deeper. Now, even restricted by her bound ankles he was reaching the back of her. She could feel, or thought she could feel, the blood coursing through his cock.
Her first orgasm arrived almost immediately. She threw her head from side to side. She pulled the rops on her arms so taught one started to sting as it sheared the epidermis from her wrist.
She imagined him above her, pumping, thrusting his huge cock into her. And it was huge, because he was cumming. So was she, only seconds after her first orgasm, before she had time to float down from that euphoria another tsunami of pleasure washed over her.
He pumped into her, shrieking and moaning, pumping his seed into her.
They lay for several minutes, his cum beginning to dribble from her red swollen pussy, before he untied her. They showered, separately, before he left.
“It’ll be ready for you Thursday. Pick it up after lunch. ”, said Eve as he was about leave.
“I’ll see you then.”
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