Chapter 37: All Tied Up

Wow it's been a long time since I've updated this fic but hopefully that'll all change now that I'm on vacation. So here you go guys, an update and Liadra as requested I hope you'll like it and am sorry it couldn't be up sooner.

It was a long and strenuous day to say the least, so the last thing he expected or needed was to come home and find that he had been burgled.

Or so he thought.

The first thing he thought to do was call the cops, but upon making the move to do so he's suddenly stopped by a voice behind him. Stern in their demands yet strangely explorative with their hands at the same time and he didn't know what to feel in regards to any of it.

"What do you want?" he asks trying to wrap his mind around exactly what was going on.

"What every opportunist wants from one of the most eligible Bachelor's in the State." The person offered before things suddenly went dark for Jack.

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He finally woke with a splitting headache only to then find himself tied to a chair and blindfolded to add.

His first thought was to struggle against the restraints, but his efforts were suddenly jeopardised by the feel of something or more so someone placing themselves over him.

"Hello……." He naturally strove to enquire, truly plagued with confusion as to what this person's intentions were.

"Shut up" was the breathed order he got before the person continued on with their explorations of his body. Starting from the sides of his face, then moving slowly down the frame of his neck and well muscled shoulders and boldly urging to go lower. To a place he knew his body would fail him mainly because of how long it had been.

He hates that it has been so long, but in reality his hectic schedule of a profession demanded nothing but devotion leaving next to no time for an actual social life.

"Please." He finds himself requesting, a bit more out of need, much to his surprise, rather than attention for this to stop.

His request is however rewarded when he feels the person still their roaming hands only to then violently rip open his blue striped dress shirt. The humidity of the air currently surrounding them being the first thing he's hit with followed by the feel of those hands again.

Femininely delicate in it's structure no doubt, but almost aggressive with the way they move across his naked sternum. Weaving through the light spreading of chest hair and then using the tip of their index finger to trace the length of his treasure trail, stopping just at the waistline of his trousers.

"Please, stop…" he finds himself half pleading, still trying his hardest to fight against temptation. Yet his pleas are continually ignored and instead spurred on to encourage. To encourage what his body is already responding and rising to, especially when he feels them touch it.

"Mmmmm." He hears the person moan, and responds in a similar fashion when he's gripped more firmly through his already constricting trousers. Admittedly not surprised that the physical response is so quick and fevered, but what does surprise him is the person it's happening with. A person who had broken into his house not so long ago and now had him bound and at their mercy.

"Who was this person?" he wondered, still not having the foggiest clue as to who this "admirer" was. So he asked, "who are you?"

"Hmmmm….." the person started out and Jack expected to get nothing more, but with a firm grind against his growing erection, which undoubtedly took his mind off everything logical, they continued on in a whispered breath, now barely inches away from his slightly parted lips, "does it matter?"

He paid a fair but brief amount of consideration towards the question before a pair of lips connected with his stilled ones. For the first few minutes remaining that way as the person above made a detailed exploration with both their tongue and teeth. Wordlessly convincing him to give in and when that didn't seem to be enough to break through his barrier of resistance, they let their hands do the talking.

"What are you doing?" he naturally questioned, knowing damn well what this was leading to, yet still attempting to end the madness before it got completely out of hand, but it seemed his words were lost on deaf ears as the person continued to move south.

Moving once again towards his one source of bulging weakness and this time grabbing him at the clothed tip, momentarily captivated themselves by the engorged thickness, but calming somewhat at the thought that it would soon be theirs to touch, play and achieve sure pleasure with.

"Ahhhhh." He gasps and quickly seizing hold of the opportunity, the person literally lunges into him. Much like a predator making the final bite to silence their prey, but even that analogy pales in comparison to the force he's being hit with at the moment.

The kiss, though wrong in every logical sense of the word is unlike anything he's ever experienced; as cliché as it sounds, but there's simply no other way to describe the feeling of being so erotically explored. It's effects causing for him to momentarily evaluate himself cause of all the things this was definitely the last to expect.

To actually be okay with being tied to a chair and had sex with, though his train of thought was diminished yet again by being struck with another jolt of pressuring encouragement from the kiss.

Him being left with no choice but to slightly give into it this time, which to be fair wasn't that hard a choice to make given that his body had already relented to the physical promise of satisfaction.

Or at least his body hoped it was leading towards that direction.

Still, he liked to believe that he wasn't that easy to break. However was he willing enough to pull away to show his resilience or did he want to keep shut and continue?

The decision was relatively hard to make due to currently having his mouth plundered with such passion that it forced him to question his hesitance, "what has being logical done for me so far?"

The answer was simple and straight forward, nothing. If anything it was the reason he became the person he was today, alone and committed to follow and obey.

"You just don't have it in you Jack."

"Screw logic." He then made the spontaneous and unlike yet expected decision after living a life of being told what to do.

"Even now." He reminded himself and from there on ditched any opposing inhibitions and instead focused on the choice to respond with a matching fervour.

Playtime was over.

Another grind against his arousal and what he expected would be an aided continuation of an engagement he was just starting to get into. Him almost leaning forward to catch hold of those lips again, but with a hand placed against the center of his thumping chest, he was roughly pushed back into the chair.

Made to wait and almost assume at one point that it was over, but within seconds his disappointment was replaced with anticipation when he started to not only feel those lips inch lower on him, but those hands as well. Moving to quickly unbutton his trousers and then paying a special and slow amount of attention to the aching rest.

This time simply teasing with the surface of his unmistakable bulge and wondering if it could stand to impress anymore than it already was, but the one thing needed to witness such a possibility was patience and they were both out of it. Jack even more after being teased in such a brassy manner.

Feeling that permission and time was no longer needed, they proceeded to commence with placing their finger on the zipper, momentarily split between wanting to take it in between their teeth and pull it down, but refraining from doing so in the end, wanting to make it last.

However the feeling was short lived, once their eyes set upon his aching to be free arousal, giving precedence to the hunger once again as a result. And with that what's left to undo is more or less ripped and pulled down to his shoe clad feet. The reward for their efforts now standing fully erect and proud before them, evoking a hunger that knew no bounds other than the need to be sufficed in generous amounts and judging by the sight, more so the size, nothing short of that would surely be granted.

The question was how did they want to start first?

"Suck or fuck?" were the choices and as much as they wanted both…..

"Wait a minute, I can…" they thought suddenly reminding themselves of who had the upper hand here, "I can have all the fun I want cause he's mine to have and enjoy" then came the surprisingly possessive yet fairly convincing reminder of having to play the part in this game.

That all went out the window once they place themselves before him. On their knees in between his legs and once the position was initiated then spreading his legs further apart with their hands. His cock standing even taller with the position change; the pink, swollen head now merely inches away from a heavily breathing mouth.

Jack on the other hand, though patient was growing increasingly anxious as well, especially when he felt the underside of his cock hit with an unmistakable scorching presence of breath. The rapidity of it's rate conveying just how far gone they were and he couldn't wait to experience the combined effects.

His wait this time thankfully a short one when the swollen tip of his pulsating length was then swallowed up with a sharp gasp. The immediate pressure of suction gaining both his swelling response and attention and the only other thing he wished was to see it happening.

To finally see this person.

To see that level of hunger for him in their eyes as they ate away at his cock, and most of all to be given the chance to reciprocate. However he knew that, that would be an unlikely possibility not just because of the restraints that still held him to his dismay, but also cause of the sheer possessiveness he had experienced with this person so far.

The ropes that bound his hands.

The blindfold.

It was all done to selfishly achieve pleasure on their terms, but on second thought considering what evoked it in the very first place.

Him.

He was the sole reason for bringing out these qualities and he felt nothing but undeserving pride for being that person, even if the proper introductions hadn't been made yet.

"Shit, that feels good." He muttered under his breath but it was notable enough for the person below to hear. Opting to respond by moving on from feasting on the engorged head, already tasting his bittersweet promise on the hard looking yet soft, velvety surface, which only amplified the longing to an extent where acquiring more was a necessity.

So they commenced with the detailed journey. Lubricating his thick shaft with the surface of their moist tongue; tasting and feeling every jutting vein weaving around the frame of his length, accentuating the extent of his arousal and masculinity in all it's impressive glory.

With each inch they consumed in the midst of their thrusting, it seemed like more continued to develop much to their shock assuming that this was as erect as he could get, but like his unexpected willingness to their advances earlier on this was just another thing to be surprised by.

"The more the better." they lewdly affirmed in excitement of this man's capability, specifically the pleasure factor. They simply couldn't wait to have him inside now. Suddenly struggling with temptation to make that happen, but at the same time wanting to milk the foreplay for all it was worth.

So with that they released his aching cock with a pop, as disappointed as he was, maybe more, that it had to be done but making up for it by hurrying with undressing themselves.

Once the confines were out of the way, they resumed with their previous position but instead of using their mouth this time they opted to try something different and equally exciting.

Grabbing hold of his cock at the base; Jack's awareness to the touch being a sharp hiss, but never the less they pulled their focus away from his response and proceeded to recreate what they had in mind.

Placing his cock in between the valley of their supple breasts and holding it there, evoking another moan from Jack as the tightness grew to the point of pain when he literally felt the sides of his cock being squeezed by a completely different force altogether. The pleasure only intensifying when he then felt the seeping head of his cock greedily sucked on by those lips again.

Working to achieve the obvious and he was already close to exploding, even more so when a stroking movement was added to the delightful mix. Each thrust sending a new wave of pleasure through his cock and it was merely minutes later before the effects urged his entire lower body into the breast stroking person below him with a shout.

His release spewing in generous amounts directly into the hungry mouth of the person below who was more than okay with it. In fact they urged to encourage even further by fuelling their ministrations with more pace and pressure. The result more satisfying than any of them could have imagined.

Him never having come so long and hard.

"Mmmmmm." Was all the person could utter in regards to the experience and taste, though for a third time they were taken completely off their feet by his capability. His cock already on the recovery rise to pleasure or be pleasured once again.

"What the hell is happening to me?" Jack wondered, also baffled by the immediateness of his stamina, but unwilling to question it, especially when the person placed themselves over him again. Their centers aligned but initiating no hint of a connection as of yet.

"Do you want to?" the person asked, much to his surprise cause all he expected at this point was a wordless initiation, but never the less he decided to play along.

"Want to what?" he questioned in a wavered voice, trying to keep his mind on the game rather than the feel of having his erection being slowly grinded against.

"Fuck me." The person breathed and smiled when they felt his cock twitch in response. Needing no further convincing, they moved to put him in position but Jack spoke up.

"Wait."

"For what?" they inquired confused and slightly agitated at having to stop after getting so close.

The last thing they expected however was a smile to grace his face, "I don't know your name."

His reply was to have the blindfold stripped away. The sight leaving him shocked to say the least…….

"Kate?"

As you can see I'm leaving a possible opening for a continuation here and who knows maybe the tables will be turned in the partnering instalment. Plus we might also find out how Jack knows Kate already. Anyhoo as always I'm leaving it up to you guys.

So what do you think?

Next Chapter title: "My Hero" (now what could that possibly entail lol)