*Smut, and more smut. But should be entertaining. Reviews are welcome!*


That mouth. That perfect little pout. And this is just the beginning. What's underneath those pesky clothes?

Tate kissed her roughly, his hands exploring the rest of her body. He lifted her shirt over her head and surprisingly she didn't protest. Instead, she leaned in to kiss him again.

Too easy. I guess I'll make her beg me not to stop before I make her beg for her life.

She tugged at his shirt and he pulled it off in one smooth motion. She was too caught up in the moment to notice the scars on his chest. She ran her hands along his chest and stomach, the skin almost cool to the touch despite the situation. She looked at him, hunger in her eyes. she could feel the growing bulge in his jeans pressing against the inside of her thigh.

Please hurry. I need to feel the rest of you.

Tate kissed down her collarbone, trailing them down to her soft, full breasts. He watched the way they rose and fell with each ragged, desperate breath she took. After unclasping her less-than-innocent lacy black bra, he took the right one in his hand while his mouth went to work on her left nipple. She arched her back, needing to feel more. He suckled the perky nub before biting down just hard enough for her to make an audible cry of both pleasure and pain.

Once the area was red and sensitive, he switched to the right one, repeating his torment.

"Tate," she sighed, "please. Please, I need more. I need you in me."

He could feel the strain of his erection against his jeans.

Just a little longer. Hold it together man; you've got her in the palm of your hand.

He pulled her pants off agonizingly slow, marveling at the creamy white skin. Bending his head down, he kissed and bit lightly at the inside of her thigh. Feeling her squirm at the sensation, he placed a hand on her hip, holding her down. He teased her, dancing his fingers over her silky panties, touching lightly but not giving her the satisfaction of penetration.

She's probably a closet freak. She's going to enjoy this. She's not going to know what hit her. It'll be too late before she realizes what's happening.

"I've planned something special, just for you," he said, a dark grin creeping onto his face.

"And what might that be?," she asked between hitched breaths.

"Tonight my sweet little Kat, your body belongs to me. Are we clear?"

"Anything you say, Tate."

"Good. Now tell me what you want."

"Fuck me. I want you to fuck me."

"Ask nicely," he said, smiling, his eyes glazing over with lust.

"Please," she pleaded.

"Ask me by name."

"God please, Tate. Please fuck me!"

"That's better. Now listen, I'm in control. Whatever I do, don't ask questions. Remember, you belong to me tonight and what I say goes."

With that, he walked over to the closet. She tried to see what he was doing, but couldn't get a clear view. He came back over with a soft black blindfold. He placed it over her eyes, securing it with a knot behind her head.

"No peaking," he commanded, "I mean it."

She nodded. Getting up off the bed again, he lifted the bedskirt and pulled out several pieces of long black fabric.

I guess this will have to substitute for the rope.

Grabbing one hand at a time, he knotted the fabric around each wrist and then secured them to either bedpost. He gave each of them a tug to make sure she couldn't get loose. Kat could feel her heart beginning to race, but she dared not question him. After all, this was just a game, right?

Once he was certain her hands were bound properly, he repeated the process with her ankles. He couldn't deny how incredibly sexy she looked, bound and blindfolded on his bed. If it weren't for the fact that he other plans, he could have cum right then and there. Walking over to his dresser, he picked up a pair of scissors. He sat down on the bed and cut her panties off of her, giving himself full access to her tight, wet heat.

"Alright Kat. Now we can start the game."

Leaning down between her legs, he swirled his tongue over her clit, already stiff with arousal. He could smell the sweet scent of her juices, dripping out over the soft pink folds. She tried to arch her hips up, urging him to taste her. Without hesitation, he obliged. He dipped his tongue in and out, teasing her viciously.

"Do you like this? Is this what gets you wet?," he purred.

"Yes. God yes."

"Tell me what you want, my Kat."

"I want you in me Tate. I want every inch of you in me."

Goddamn I can't take much more. All I wanted to do was humiliate her and then kill her, but now I NEED to fuck her.

"I'll see what I can do," he said slyly.

He took two fingers and slid them into her, the smell of her arousal becoming overwhelming. Pumping them in and out, he made sure to stroke the sensitive G-spot inside her pussy. His thumb kept pressure on her clit and she arched her hips, begging him for more.

Without another word he pulled his fingers out, licking them clean of her juices. In one quick motion he pulled his jeans off, his erection stiff and swollen. He crawled on top of her and positioned himself at her entrance. He slid into her, but stayed poised above her, only letting her feel the thick head of his cock. Teasingly, he eased the head in and out. Then without warning, he thrust deep into her, forcing a cry to escape her lips as she took in every bit of him.

Oh fuck, she's so tight. I'm not gonna last long at this rate. So wet. I need to hear her scream.

He thrust in and out in a fast, steady rhythm; from the very tip all the way to the base, she took him all in. He rode until the whole bed was knocking wildly against the wall.

"Tell me how you want it!"

"Harder! Oh god, Tate! Fuck me harder!"

"Say my name!"

"Tate!," she cried.

"Say my fucking name!"

"Tate! Oh Tate! Please make me cum! Please Tate! I'm so close!"

"Do you want to be punished? If you want to cum I have to punish you."

"Yes Tate. Punish me! Hurt me! Please!"

Thrusting harder into her wet pussy, he reached up and wrapped his hands around her throat. He could hear her breath coming in short spurts, but she didn't seem to mind. With every penetration, he tightened his grip. Her moans were shallow, but he could tell his little freak liked the abuse.

"Tate," she choked out, "please don't stop. Harder baby. Harder."

He was all too happy to obey her wishes. He tightened his grip as he rode her petite body, burying his throbbing dick inside her. Finally, he felt her spasm around him. She bucked her hips, riding out her orgasm. When it was over, she tried to get free, but he didn't let up.

"I'm not done with you yet, my sweet little Kat."

He continued his assault on her tight pink pussy, still keeping a tight hold on her throat. He felt her stop struggling as she lost consciousness but he didn't care. He gripped tighter as he started to peak. Finally he came; hard. He spilled his seed inside of her and continued thrusting lightly as he rode the waves of pleasure washing over him. He had completed his goal. Her breathing had stopped entirely. She was dead.

What's going on? Where am I? Oh my god...

Another cliff-hanger, I know. But I hope you guys enjoyed the ride!