When they got to her room he switched the light on, then threw her down onto the bed and crawled on top of her. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them down on either side of her head. He nuzzled his mouth down by her neck lightly kissing it. Tiffany whimpered slightly and wiggled under him.

"So tell me." He said between kisses. "How long has it been since you've been with someone?"

"I don't think that's any of your business." She replied trying to stand up to him.

He released one of her wrists and grabbed her by the neck again forcing her to look him in the eyes. "Answering was not optional. Listen to me, if I ask you something, you answer it, respectfully. If I tell you to do something, you do it. Got it?" He demanded.

"Y...yes." She stuttered.

"Yes sir." He corrected.

"Yes sir."

"Good girl." He said as he released her throat and brought his hand over her face rubbing her cheek with his thumb. "So tell me."

"A...a few months." She answered.

"How many is a few? Two? Four? Six?"

"Probably around six or seven." SHe answered sheepishly.

He just smiled. "That long huh? This should be pretty easy then." Suddenly he brought his lips down to hers kissing her passionately but roughly, biting her lip every once in a while. He took his hand and felt down her body, and lightly brushed it up her skirt. He felt her gasp when he took her by surprise. He could feel how wet she was getting through her underwear. "You don't like it huh?" He asked as he broke away from the kiss.

She reached her free hand down to pull his away from her leg. She wasn't exactly sure what was going on, but she did not want to lose control right now. He responded by grabbing her writ roughly and pinning it back down. "Keep it down or I'll tie you down." She opened her mouth to try and protest him, but he spoke again before she could. "And unless you're screaming my name, I don't want to hear you speak until spoken to. Understood?"

It was clear to her that he was trying to make her lose control. She wasn't completely sure why, but that was his goal. And she didn't really know how much longer she'd be able to hold out.

"Yes sir." She said, trying to appease him.

He smiled and released her wrists sitting up but still straddling her waist so she couldn't actually go anywhere. He slowly started to undo the buttons on her blouse revealing a red lace bra underneath. He licked his lips. "Mmm. You know I've always thought you looked food in red."

He leaned down gently licking an exposed part of her breast. She couldn't help but whimper at his warm tongue on her and his hands slipping under it squeezing her breast and playing with her nipple.

She was starting to lose it. She brought her hands down putting one onto his head feeling his hand and the other onto his back digging her nails into his back as she arched up onto him. He laughed sadistically.

"You don't listen very well, do you/" He said as he held her wrists down again. "As much as I love you scratching me, that's going to have to wait." He said as he pulled some bandanas out of his back pocket. He started to tie her one wrist to the bedpost. She looked up at him slightly surprised. "I had a feeling you wouldn't listen." When he tried to start tying the other one, she started to try and push him off. Which, being as she was already nowhere near as strong as him and she already had one hand gone, wasn't going to well. She was trying to use all her body weight to push him off of her with no luck. Once he got the other one tied, he grabbed her by the chin. "Keep on fighting me Tiff, I like it."

With that he bent his head down to her neck biting it again as he kissed it. She moaned quietly and arched her back up. He began touching her all over now that both of her hands were free. He was kissing down her body going back to her breast where he previously was as he reached around and grabbed her on the ass, hard. She let out a louder mean when he did that. She couldn't hold anything in anymore. With the years between when and everything he read, he knew everything that would turn her on. All the spots she liked to be touched, and how she liked to be touched. He knew just what to do and what to say.

"You like that?" He asked as he traced his hand down her stomach. She bit her lip and nodded. "I didn't hear an answer."

"Yes sir." She tried to say.

"Good girl." He smiled. Then without warning he reached up under her skirt and pulled her underwear off. She gasped. He came back up by her face. He knew what he had planned. He knew what she wanted him to do, but he wanted her to say it. As reserved as she was, he knew she'd put up a fight. And he was counting on it.

He kissed her again as his hand went down between her legs. He was lightly brushing up against her, every once in a while letting a ringer rub her lightly. She moaned against him and he moaned back feeling how wet she was.

"Still wanna try and tell me you don't like it rough?" He asked as his other hand grabbed underneath her head pulling her hair forcing her head to look up. As he did that he stuck a finger inside her, stroking her slowly. Not nearly fast enough to let her get the release he could tell she wanted. "Admit it. You loved me throwing you around. Me tying you down and having my way with you."

"Y, yes." She stuttered. She was writing against him as he added another finger, but still moving at an agonizingly slow pace.

"You love being powerless and being my bitch don't you."

"Randy, please…"

"Please what?" He asked with that evil smile. He knew he had her right where he wanted her now. Her only response was a whimper while she pulled at her restraints on her wrists. He responded to that by rubbing his thumb along her clit. Her breathing began to speed up. "I'm gonna need a little more than that."

"Please let me cum." She finally said arching her body up.

"I'll let you." He said as he took his fingers out of her, causing an upsetting noise from her. "If you tell me how you want me to."

She was really disliking him at the moment. Not only was she more turned on than she had been in months but he knew how uncomfortable she was with these things. She just stared up at him.

"Fine. If you don't want to tell me, I guess you don't get to." He said as he was rubbing her thigh.

"Randy." She pleaded.

"Yes?" He answered. "All you have to do is tell me what you want me to do to you. It's that simple."

"I want to feel your tongue." She moaned.

"Oh yeah? Where?"

"Down there." She replied through her heavy breaths.

"Down where? I don't think that was quite descriptive enough." He replied torturing her.

She closed her eyes. "I want you to eat me. Please Randy, I need to feel your tongue on me." She begged.

He smiled. That was all he needed. He dipped his head down and ran his tongue along her. Thrusting it in and out of her a few times before finding her clit and swirling it around. She moaned and arched up against him, but he grabbed her waist and pushed her back down. It was only a matter of seconds after that that Tiffany was screaming with a powerful orgasm. One she wasn't sure she had ever felt before. And he didn't let them stop him. Even after she had finished he was licking her all over, thrusting in and out of her again. He only stopped when he thought he was bringing her on the brink of a second orgasm.

She was breathing heavily when he slowly crawled back up to the bed next to her to undo the ties around her wrists. Once he did, she sat up and rubbed her wrists. They were a little sore, but mostly because she had been pulling on them. They both sat in silence for a minute or two catching their breath. She wasn't sure what she should do now. Should she say than you? Yell at him? Ask him if he wanted to cuddle? She still wasn't fully sure why this happened in the first place. She stood up next to the bed while he was still seated on the edge of it.

"So um, what happens now?" She asked.

He chuckled as he stood up next to her. "Oh, I'm not finished with you yet." He said as he wrapped his hand into her hair again.