Ken turned his key in the apartment door lock. It was only Thursday, and he was already tired. He knew he was going to have to play catch up this week and he was scheduled to be on security detail for a large convention both Saturday and Sunday.
Evans, his boss, had assured him that he could leave early on Friday, as a break before the weekend shifts, but he still had to get through most of the day tomorrow, and he had a lot of work to do. Evans had been more willing than Ken had expected to sell him the Corvette. Apparently, the same weekend of the wedding, his wife had informed him that they were expecting. The sleek black sports car was not going to work for transporting a newborn. Ken had asked him to name his price and had walked away feeling like he got a good deal. Evans' only stipulation had been that Ken had to return the favor of loaning the car for the rare special occasion. He figured he could live with that arrangement.
Dropping his keys into the bowl on the console by the front door, he was about to rifle through the mail he had just picked up from his mailbox in the lobby when he heard a noise. Years of situational awareness and military training kicked in instantaneously; he wasn't alone.
He soundlessly placed the mail on the console and drew his piece from the holster on his belt, keeping one finger on the safety. He crept down the short hall, slowly peered to scan the small kitchen and the neighboring sitting area, and was about to cross over to move down the apartment's second hallway, when he heard it again. Was that, snoring?
Ken had to stop himself from belly laughing. Hot damn! He knew exactly who was in his apartment, and he figured he knew exactly where she was. He replaced his Colt, let out a breath, and softly moved down the hall. He passed the door to the bathroom and moved to his bedroom door. Sure enough his little sex kitten was sound asleep in his bed.
Ken quietly bent to the safe in his nightstand and secured his gun. He moved to one corner, pulled off his clothes, dropping everything to the floor, and as he watched her long form under the covering, her breathing softened. He really hoped he was going to find her naked under there, but if she wasn't, he planned on fixing that soon enough. He had a passing thought that maybe he should pinch himself to make sure this wasn't a dream, or just delirium from exhaustion, but then decided even if it was, he didn't want to wake up anyway. He crossed the room.
Trying not to startle her, he gently placed a hand to her temple. She moaned softly and shifted a bit. He gave the side of her head a short stroke. Her eyes fluttered open. Catching his in the dim light, she started to let out a little "Mm", but he didn't let her finish, dropping his lips to cover hers. He climbed onto the bed on top of her. Ken continued his command of her lips, not allowing her to speak, as he kissed and licked, sucked and explored. The fact that neither had said a word to each other was making the sexual tension all the more erotic. Before he knew it, he was rubbing himself against her, the bed cover the only thing prevent him from plunging his hardness deep inside her.
She finally managed between kisses to get out "Missed," kiss "you," kiss.
Ken dropped his lips to the shell of her ear. "I missed you to," he whispered, before taking the lobe smoothly between his teeth and nibbling just so.
"Oh, God!" she let out, already overcome with sensation.
Ken paused, "Wait, how did you get in here, anyway?"
Miranda ignored the question, snaking a hand down to reach for him, but he was faster. "Uh-uh," he scolded, dragging both her hands up over her hand and pushing his body weight down on hers into the mattress. She struggled a bit below him, which only fueled his already aching cock. Realizing her disadvantage, she huffed a bit, but rescinded. "I bribed the doorman."
Ken shifted to drop his lips to her opposite ear lobe as she continued. "Apparently, the McCallister name doesn't stretch all the way to New York. But the five hundred bucks I gave him did the trick."
Ken about shot up off of her, but managed to recover. "Five hundred?" he asked, innocently. "This man must be some stud to be worth that much."
"Oh, he is," she replied, playing along and trying so hard not to loose it as his lips started a slow trail down the side of her neck. "Would have gladly paid more, but, you know, I don't like to be wasteful."
That was the moment he discovered his tie in a loose Windsor knot around her neck. He slid a hand under the blanket, passing it down her bare skin. Fucking temptress had his tie on and nothing else. Oh, he was going to make her pay alright. He returned his lips to hers. He lifted up enough between kisses to speak. "So," kiss, "do you know," kiss, "the penalty," kiss, "for breaking and entering?" kiss. Taking charge, he again didn't allow her a chance to speak as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. "Incarceration, I think," kiss, he answered for her.
She moaned headily against his lips. He pulled back to rest on his elbows above her. "Yup, definitely needs to be some penance before you're allowed to just lie here in my warm bed."
Miranda paused to look at the steely gaze he was giving her. "Wait, you're serious?"
"Oh yeah, come with me, miss." He reached into his nightstand drawer as he pulled her with him from the bed. Like any good playboy, he had a pair of fur lined handcuffs readily available, and he knew exactly where he was taking her.
Ken led her to the entrance to the bedroom. Secured to the doorframe, he had a pull-up bar. He took one of her hands, locking one cuff around it and lifted her hands over her head to pass the chain and attached remaining cuff over the bar. Reaching up, he locked her other hand into its counterpart. Oh yeah, this was going to be fun.
Miranda had yet to figure out why giving herself up to him like this had her utterly soaking wet and begging for more, but the moment he lifted her hands over her head, heat shot to her core, and with the first click of the cuff she felt herself slick.
Ken took her face in his hands. "Now sweetheart, you're been a bad, bad girl. Haven't you?"
She shook her head obediently at him, though feeling admittedly a little nervous.
"And bad girls don't get treated like ladies, do they?" he asked.
She shook her head slowly the other direction.
"I also see that you have something of mine. Something valuable to me." Ken was only a little embarrassed that having found said tie, she would have known that he had slept with it under the second pillow, reaching out to feel it there in the middle of the night when he had missed her being next to him. He moved on. "So, my little thief," he continued his teasing, as he undid the knot, "if this means so much to you, then you're going to wear it how I see fit."
Ken slid the tie from around her neck, stepping behind her and placing the middle section over her eyes. Adjusting it to ensure she couldn't see, he knotted it tightly behind her head. She let out a little gasp as her breath hitched. Ken stepped back in front of her, bringing the remaining ends with him. "Now, my dear, there is no regular court here. I am judge, jury, and executioner, and I have already found you guilty. There is no defense. Now open your mouth."
Miranda didn't think it was possible to be more turned on when he hadn't even really touched her below her neck yet. She felt like she was positively dripping; she could feel her pussy twitching, and God his commanding tone was driving her insane.
She was supposed to be at her family's property near Jackson Hole, Wyoming right now. Not furthering her journey down the rabbit hole to becoming a needy little sex slave to one Ken Wheatley. But she was fast learning that she couldn't help herself. She had been about to board the plane, when she had turned around and marched over to the service desk to change her ticket to New York. So here she was yet again, trussed up and waiting for him. They had spent a mere two nights apart from one another. She hadn't really thought about it, but after he had left her in the drive, she couldn't wait through a week and a half to see him again. She opened her mouth.
Ken brought the ends of the tie across her open lips and knotted it twice, pushing the knot into her mouth between her luscious lips. She moaned. God the sounds she made! He went to his closet, opening the door and pulling another tie off from a hanger. He returned to her, bending down and knotted the end around one ankle, sliding that foot out wide, and tying the end snuggly around the bottom hinge of the door. He was going to have to install an eye bolt to other side of the doorframe before she came to see him again, but for now it would have to do. He stood up and stepped back to have a look.
Miranda McCallister was bound, gagged, blindfolded, and hanging from the doorframe of his bedroom. What the fuck did he do to earn this?
Whatever it was, he wasn't going to waste the opportunity. He dropped to his knees, brought her free leg over his shoulder, and plunged his tongue into her sex.
Miranda had never been so grateful for not being able to move in all her life. He didn't lick, he didn't tease, he just stuck his tongue into her folds and pushed his mouth against her. She screamed; her cry muffled by the knot of the tie in her mouth, that she was all too grateful to push her teeth into. The back of her knee and lower leg slammed against his back and shoulder, grasping for contact, for something to hold onto, seeking some kind of release from the torture, that after a moment of inability to escape, shifted to overwhelming and intense pleasure. God, he played her body like she was a fiddle, but this was no orchestra, and he was the devil himself.
Ken couldn't help himself; he ate her out like she was his last meal. Her right leg shuddered next to him and her left hitched over his shoulder stiffened as she locked her muscles over him in a tight hold. He could feel and hear her pulling hard on the cuffs as she shifted and thrashed above him. He hoped she wasn't hurting herself but at the moment, he had other things to attend to. Moving his mouth up, his tongue found her clit and her gyrations and cries intensified. He left his right hand locked around her buttocks holding her to himself, and moved his left up from where in had been on her outer thigh, snaking around the back to push a finger into her slit. He milked her with his mouth and fucked her with his digit and she came apart in a screaming mess above him.
He pulled back from her and looked up. She slid her leg off of his shoulder and she returned it to the floor. She half stood and half hung, some of her body weight on the lined cuffs. Every few moments or so, her body gave a little a tremble, that he figured was somewhat involuntary. He stood to kiss her over the gag. Placing a fingertip to the knot it her mouth, he felt it; it was wet with her saliva. She gave a little pant and lifted her chin towards him.
Ken was going to fuck with her, and he was going to enjoy every single second of it leading up to his own release. He reached out and pinched a nipple. She hissed. He figured if he could see her eyes, she'd be shooting daggers at him right now. He moved back and sat down on the end of the bed, looking at her in all her naked, flushed glory.
"Now, that was a good start, but as you can't see and can't speak, we're going to play at little game. I'm going to leave you, tease you, and then leave you again, for as long as I think you need to learn your lesson. I want your body to be shaking with anticipation, so that when I finally do take you, you will have no choice but to cum as hard as you have ever cum in your life." Ken heard her whimper against the gag. God, he loved reducing her to this.
He stood back up, giving her left cheek a light, nearly loving, smack with his right palm, he left her there, moving past her to head to the kitchen. He really needed to eat something. He had worked late and hadn't had any dinner. He quickly scoured his cabinets and fridge, finally deciding on a microwave meal. He preferred to cook, and tried to eat healthy to keep up his fitness, but he kept some for in a pinch. It would have to do. He tore into the wrapper, and went to toss it into the trash when he spied the empty wrapper from another on the top. Well, she had said she didn't know how to cook, he thought as he chuckled to himself.
After popping it into the microwave, he grabbed a fork and walked back to bedroom. The sight of her backside that greeted him instantly made his cock twitch. God, she was gorgeous. The fact that he had her yet again exactly where he needed her, was well, unbelievable, amazing, and beyond exciting. He balanced the meal and fork in one hand and gave her ass a stinging slap as he moved past her once more. She yelped against the cloth in her mouth, shifted her stance with her free leg, and let out a moan. Ken had to nearly force himself to keep moving. He sat on the end of the bed to eat, watching her. There was a definite glint of moisture around her lips and also around her upper thighs. Her nipples where pert, and her skin had a lovely overall rosy flush. As he ate, she would periodically shift her hands against the cuffs over the bar and her free leg, adjusting her stance.
Miranda was shifting both to try and find a somewhat comfortable position and to feel out her bindings. She had no idea how long he planned to leave her like this, but she was hoping it wasn't going to be much longer; it was one thing when he had his hands on her, but just standing like this, she was getting tired. It was so quiet in the room, she could hear him chew. She had heard the beep of the microwave and could smell the faint waft of the prepared food. She had helped herself to one earlier. They weren't exactly good, but they were sustenance. She heard the click of the fork and a little sound of movement. She assumed he had put the container down, having finished. She felt him moving towards her. She settled on spreading her free leg open, mirroring her bound leg. She had enough laxity in the chain that it was reasonably comfortable, plus she wanted him to do something to relieve the remaining ache between her legs.
Ken moved towards her, more than pleased with her selected position. He lightly placed his right hand around her throat as her breath hitched again, and brushed his fingers and palm straight down her midline. Reaching her slit, he slid a finger in once more, and she greedily shifted her hips forward towards his hand. "You want more do you then, sweetheart?" He removed his hand. She whimpered. He moved so that his mouth was right near her ear. "Do you think you deserve more?" She nodded quickly. "I don't know. Now don't get me wrong. I am very glad that you did what you did, and you don't need to be sorry, but the punishment still needs to be carried out."
Miranda whimpered, getting frustrated, what did that mean?
As Ken watched, her breath hitched again, but the sound she let out sounded more like the start of a sob. Did he take it too far?
He softened, placing one hand gently on her hip and the other on her cheek. "Hey, hey, you're ok." She nodded her head faintly at him, but a drop of moisture escaped his tie from her right eye. "Did I scare you?" he asked. She shook her head no, but then feebly changed her direction to yes.
If Miranda had been able to speak, she would have explained that she wasn't so much scared as just getting tired, frustrated, and wanting him to just love her. She had missed him, and he hadn't really held her yet.
Ken responded to her admittance with, "Good. I hope to do that again, many times." He paused. "But you said you trust me, right?" She nodded. "And I said I'd always take care of you, right?" She nodded again. He moved to place his lips against her cheek and kissed her. "M, know this, I will never truly hurt you. Do you understand?" She took a steadying breath and nodded again. "Now, are you ok?" he asked. Miranda took another breath and nodded her consent for him to continue.
Deciding that despite her apprehension, she did trust him, she let out a few more breaths, and willed herself to relax. If she trusted him to take care of her, then she needed to trust that his end goal was to bring them both pleasure. She managed to release her tension, shifting her mind-set to looking forward to his next move. She felt him step away from her once more.
Ken had kept his hands on her as she breathed, only stepping back from her once he felt her body soften. He was so proud of her. She really was amazing. He really couldn't wait to use her body over and over again, but that wasn't for purely selfish reasons. He wanted to give her more pleasure than she had ever had, and he wanted to be the last man she would ever need.
He figured she was getting tired. He was tired before they even started this little misadventure, and he had to get up early again tomorrow for work. It was time to finish them both up and get back in bed. He pulled the small armless chair out from the desk next to his closet and grabbed a roll of cord that he had stored on his closet floor. He brought them both over and set them down near her. Bending down, he unknotted and removed the tie from her ankle. He went to his nightstand and grabbed one of his Swiss army knives. He set the knife on the chair and reached up to uncuff one wrist to unhook her hands from the bar. She moved to reach for him and he almost stopped her, but then figured she needed a little comfort. Honestly, he wanted her touch, too. He held her as she wrapped her hands over his shoulders and rested her face against his neck. She'd didn't move to remove the gag or blindfold, however. He gave her a minute in his arms, then taking her lower arms and slowly unwrapping them from around his neck, he brought her hands together and reattached the cuffs to her loose hand. "Ok, baby, we're not done yet."
He held her bound wrists in one hand and pulled the chair by its back to just under his pull-up bar. "Sit," he commanded, as he guided her into the chair. Grabbing the roll of cord, he pulled the end loose and passed it under the chain and lifted her hands back over her head, as he brought the cord up over the bar. Gauging the length he needed, he cut the end from the roll and tied a knot in the two ends just above her hands. He looked over his work and then realized he still needed a little height adjustment for his plan. Moving by her, he went out into the living space and grabbed one of the couch pillows. He returned to her. "Push up a bit from your legs, dear. I need to put something under you." She did as she was told, and he nestled the pillow under her crotch and bum. Judging from how wet he knew her to be, he was going to have to wash the pillow cover. It was a small sacrifice. With her lifted higher, he undid his first knot and then retied, positioning her arms so they were taught over her head but so that she wasn't straining. He went back to his nightstand, taking out a condom and the bottle of lube he kept in his drawer. Returning to her, he placed a hand on her side. "Ok, hold yourself up, stay just like that, I'm sliding the chair out a minute."
Her breath hitched a little again at his comment. He could always tell when she was a bit nervous. He was already nearly able to read her like a book. He pulled the pillow out from under her, placing it on the floor, slid the chair out, leaving it tipped forward, positioned himself just in front of the seat and her front, and managed to sit underneath her, sliding the chair back in position. She made some odd combination of moaning and humming noises as he lifted her thighs over his and wrapped one large hand under her ass. Satisfied that this would work and he had her in a good position, he reached down to lift the condom packet and lube from where he had left them on the floor. "Hold onto to me," he directed, obviously meaning with her legs. Shifting them both forward a bit, he leaned back a bit against the chair. He ripped open the packet, spread his legs enough to slide it down his mostly erect shaft, added some lube, and then returned the hand that had been on her ass, back there. With his other hand, he spread her folds, lifting to position her over the head of dick. She got the hint and did the best she could to help him. Finally lined up and in position, he thrust up in the same moment that he moved the hand on her ass to her lower back, and pushed down.
Miranda screamed, or at least screamed the best she could with the end of the tie knot still wedged in her mouth. Every time he breached her, it was a bit of a shock, and this time he had done it intentionally roughly. Her mouth was open around the cloth gag, and she panted through the sudden stretch, grateful that he at least hadn't moved and was holding his position. Fuck, her lower half was on fire.
Ken looked up at her, bound and held over him. This woman was burning him. He spoke to her, giving her his instructions, "My dear, the key to your release is mine. You're going to do the work, and trust me I'm going to hold out as long as I can."
Miranda whimpered. Fuck he wasn't going to make this easy on her. She shifted her wrists, settling them to a point that she felt she could put some pressure without hurting herself. Then pushing up with her legs as she also lifted her weight up from her hands, she took an exploratory slide a few inches off of his shaft, and then dropped herself back down.
Ken wasn't sure whose expletive was louder on her first pull, but he might have had her beat for once. Holy fuc… He didn't have time to complete the thought when she lifted up and did it again. He slammed his hands under his seat to grab on and willed himself to stay still. Oh, My God, now she was fucking him, and it felt amazing.
She found a rhythm and with it the overwhelmingness of sensation for him lessened enough that he was able to return his hands to her hips. He allowed her to work him, steadying her for guidance. She shifted above him and the slight change in angle re-heightened sensation for the both of them. Ken might have warned her that he was going to hold out, but at the moment he wanted nothing more than to shoot his release into her. He locked his hands tighter against her hips and pushed his feet into the floor and began to thrust upward to meet her downward strokes. He could feel his balls tighten and the pressure building to the boiling point. Three more hard and fast thrusts and he spilled into her with a groan that reverberated from his chest.
The second he recovered enough to function, he bent to retrieve his knife from the floor, and cut the cord suspending the cuffs above her head. She dropped them behind his head around his neck, and her head followed to his right shoulder. He reached up with his left hand to slide the tie down from her eyes and then managed to maneuver the knot out of her mouth. He lifted her up enough to slide her legs across his lap and his penis slipped from her folds in the process. She moaned at the loss of contact. Using the last remaining strength in his legs, he managed to stand and carried her over to his bed. She was limp in his arms. He slid her down to the mattress in a slightly more disorganized fashion than he would have preferred, but she simply giggled. She lifted her cuffed hands from around his neck and he helped her get under the covers. She placed her hands on top of the blanket and he sat down next to her to undo the cuffs and remove the tie now looped twice around her neck. He dropped both the cuffs and the now crumpled tie on top of the nightstand. He'd worry about them tomorrow. He stood to move around the foot of the bed, sliding off the spent condom and dropping it in the trash on the way by, and climbed in after her. They could both clean up more later.
She barely stirred as he moved to her and nestled his face into the side of her neck, breathing in her essence and the smell of her hair. "I have to get up early to go into work," he commented. "I am working this weekend like I told you, but I'm supposed to be getting out early tomorrow. Can you stay another night? Tomorrow we can go to bed early and I can just hold you all night. How's that sound?" he asked.
"Mmm, beyond divine," she replied with a yawn.
"We can get early take out, eat right here, maybe watch a movie."
"Ok," she replied sleepily.
"I'll let the doorman know to put you on my permanent list, ok? No more giving exorbitant amounts of money to strange men just so you can get laid. Got it?"
Miranda laughed. "Got it. Can I sleep in tomorrow?" she asked, hopeful.
"As long as you want, my dear."
"Uh, maybe I'll be a bad girl again and go shopping downtown tomorrow after I've recovered and you're still at work," she mused.
"Hey, its not on my dime, yet."
"Yet?" she questioned.
"Uh, yeah, yet."
"Ok," she answered, deciding she liked the sound of that.
"Ok," he responded, confirming.
"Goodnight."
He kissed the portion of her hair that his lips could reach, not wanting to move, "'Night."