Smack!
The sound made him lift his head and try to make out the direction it was coming from.
Smack smack!
Unable to see something in the darkness he closed his eyes again and listened.
Nothing.
The only sound he could hear was his own breathing and his increasing heartbeat.
Klick klick!
There she was. The sound of her heel boots on the parquet as she came closer made him lightly sigh. There she was, a few steps behind him, to his left.
His breathing became harder, he knew what was coming.
Klick klick klick!
She was coming closer..
Smack smack!
The sound of the whip smacking against her palm made him shiver with anticipation. He wanted to wipe away the sweatdrops from his forehead…and winced.
The ropes that tied his hands behind his back exerted a nasty pressure on his wrists. Not really painful but very uncomfortable.
"Awww… is it too tight for you?", came her mocking voice from behind.
He sighed. "No…"
SMACK!
He flinched and yelped as the leather whip hit the exposed flesh of his back hard, but only seconds later the pain turned into burning pleasure.
"No…WHAT ?" she said harshly and dug her nails into his shoulder.
" No, Mistress." He answered humbly and gritted his teeth.
"Well…" , she said sweetly, let go off his shoulder and whispered " then, tell me, what can I do for you tonight? "
He could feel her lips on his ear and her hot breath on his neck when she talked, causing a hot wave of lust to wash over his body.
" I…I…" he closed his eyes and exhaled deeply.
'What am I doing here – again?' he thought. He could be in a nice hotel room, spending the night with a beautiful lovely woman…one? No, two, three, hell – as many as he wanted. Women that would do anything he wanted, pleasing him as often as he wanted, in any way he wanted…
Instead of doing what the other guys on the road were doing he was here, again, dozens of miles away from the hotel they were spending the night at, with his hands tied, he couldn't see a damn thing, and that hellcat behind him…
She placed her hand on the back of his neck and started to massage the muscles with her thumb. He leaned into the gentle touch and moaned. That woman…
Never in his life had a woman had that effect on him. Every time he was in this city or near this city he felt like drawn to this house, and that exceptional woman.
He had – unsuccessfully - tried everything to stay away from her over the last months, but she was like a drug he couldn't resist.
Couldn't he just go and do what the normal guys did…
Thinking about it for the billionth time he came to the conclusion that he wasn't normal, and had officially lost his mind. Instead of finding himself a beautiful woman, finally settling down, raising a family and building a 'normal' life like his colleagues did, he wasted his time, his energy and his money on a woman he had never even seen and who caused him nothing but pain and confusion…and pain..and pleasure..and lust…
He knew what is was that made him come back to her every time.
One, she had never cared. About anything that concerned him, his job, his life. She didn't care who he was, about his status or his reputation. Maybe she didn't even knew who he was – and if she did she never showed it. To her he was just like everybody else, he never received a special treatment
And two, she could make him feel like nobody else could, like nobody else dared to.
Nobody would ever talk to him like she did, or treat him the way she did.
There weren't many guys left that were in the business as long as he was. Marc, yes. And Shawn was still around sometimes, and occasionally Dwayne and Steve.
The rest of the locker room had way too much respect, maybe they were even a little scared.
She wasn't.
He knew he wasn't an easy person to deal with, he was a troublemaker and had slight anger management problems – that being the reason why those guys stayed out his way most of the time. Nobody would put him in his place, except for her.
In her presence he felt like a worthless piece of rotten shit – as he demanded. He wanted it that way, he needed it that way, since nobody else would do it…
"Hey" she whispered and pulled him out of his thoughts.
He tilted his head in the direction he assumed her face until he felt the tip of her nose brush over his cheek. "Hm?"
"Where are you?"
The symathy in her voice made him sigh. Somehow she always seemed to know what he needed when he needed it. He shrugged.
"Okay…". She removed her hand from his neck, then he heard the klicking of her heels on the floor as she backed away from him.
"Whatever your problem is, get over it, and do it fast, you shitty pussy, I have other things to do!"
The harsh tone and the insult made him grin, he knew she wasn't serious, she was provocating him.
"Do you really?"
Klick klick klick.
Smack!
He laughed when she slapped him right across the face.
"Are you talking to me, you nasty fucker?" He moaned when she pinched the exposed skin of his hip hard and pressed her thigh against the growing buldge in his pants.
"Well, " she sneered, " let's get started, shall we."