This story is dedicated to Meggie1tr, who has currently favourited the story and seems like the only one reviewing.
I'm sorry. It's a mixture between crude and slightly romantic
I feel groggy and sick as my eyes start to flicker open. I'm looking up at the peeling white ceiling and start to wonder where I am. If I anywhere near the school or my house and if I do get out this prison which I have been kept in for the last few days, where will I go.
My brain starts to focus and I realise that I'm stretched out and lying on something very comfortable. I move my head, start to look around me and assess the situation.
One. I was naked.
Two. I was tied a bed
and three, I didn't know where the hell I was.
I'm currently in a room that could be called a dungeon. Three walls are painted black, while the other is paint a dark crimson red. The bedroom, which I guess is this room, is quite minimal in style. There is a chandelier light on the roof, a black glossy set of drawers in front of the bed, which I'm currently tied to, and a black mirrored wardrobe sits in the corner.
I wonder why I'm here and I would try to shout for help but I don't for fear of being attacked, and also that I can't because this bit of material tied tightly around my mouth to stop me from making a sound. I hear some creaking in the corridor and I take some deep breaths through my nose before the door opens.
She slides one had up the doorframe and shakes her blonde hair from her face. I watch her, from my stretched position on the bed, as she walks to the chest of drawers and takes something out. I can't see what so I think about it, but my thinking is cut short as she says
"Have you been a bad boy?"
I looked at her shocked. What is she proposing?
"Because, if you are...You need to be punished."
She turns around and I see that she's holding a black leather riding crop. I look in the mirror and I see clearly what she is wearing. She's wearing a red corset with black lace detailing, and the colour and the detailing is the same on her thong. She's also wearing black patent stilettos and dark red lipstick coats her lips.
I try not to think about it, but she looks drop dead gorgeous.
She turns around and is now standing on the floor in front of the bed.
"Have you been a bad boy?" The leather of the riding crop makes its way up my leg and she very gently taps the end of my cock. I throw my head back onto the pillow and breath hard. If she doesn't get this bit of material away from my mouth I'll not be able to breathe.
"Actually, you don't need to reply to that I already know the answer." She smacks the leather against my chest and I take a sharp breath in.
"It'll be ok, just relax." She walks around the bed, the steps up and kneels in-between my legs.
She throws the riding crop over her shoulder, runs her hand up my chest and leans in, and whispers in my ear.
"Now if you be a good boy, you'll enjoy it."
One hand slips around my neck and takes outthe knot while her other one slips down my body and grasps my cock. She throws the bandana away, sits back up on her knees and places her wet mouth around my now throbbing cock. My body leaves the bed as she starts to get all of me pleasured. The hand that is not grasped around my cock lightly runs across my balls. She swirls her tongue around my cock and when she can feel me about to let go, she stops.
I fall onto the bed, sweat now pouring down my body and dripping onto the material below. Her hands go around her back and starts to unclip her corset. I look up at her, the material becomes slack and before it could fall she grabs it and throws it to the other side of the room.
I gulp heavily as her boobs were now on show and I pull my hands up to try and touch her.
"Please." I whisper.
Her hand slips from her neck down to her breast and starts to circle her nipple. The feeling in her stomach started to increase and her hand started to descend even further down her body. They stopped and she started to tap the top of her lace knickers.
"Go on." I command her.
Her fingers slide inside her knickers and she finds what she has been looking for. Another finger joins the first. Her breathing gets shallower and she feels how Michael felt earlier. She's getting closer and closer...And then she hit the tip of the iceberg. She throws her head back, bites her lip and when the vibrations cease she hooks her finger around the piece of cloth, drags them down her legs and kicks them off.
"Linda, please let me touch you." I breathe out.
Linda drags her hands through her blonde hair and just smiles at me.
I'm snapping at the bedposts. "Please." I nearly scream, this is too much.
She leans over and quickly whips off the ropes that have kept his hands against the bed.
My hands, without warning, are all over her, touching every bit of her that I can.
Linda runs her hands and kisses my all down my body, till she gets to my feet. She then stops and loosens the other two knots that have kept my feet against the bed. Wasting no time, she slips down over me and we both gasp as I fill her.
I grab her waist and flip her over and start plunging into her. She grabs the bedposts behind her, which is the only thing to keep her up. We are both moaning each other's name and I gently slide a hand up the back of her thigh and pull her closer allowing me deeper access. We both know that neither of us are going to last much longer so I throw my hand onto the bed beside her head and I roughly kiss down her neck and over the top of her breasts. That's when Linda's muscles clamped down on my trembling cock and her eyes rolled back into her head. White lights now flickered against her closed eyelids. Pressed together they both rode the crashing wave and then they slowed. I pull out, roll off her and pull the covers with me, which made Linda roll with them, and she ends up against my back. She kisses my shoulder blade gently, runs her hand across my stomach and we both closed our eyes and she drifts off into a peaceful sleep.
While I'm currently wondering while I ever get out of here.
Oh, and I'm not finished yet