Chapter 2
All day Kim had noticed that something was different today. Well, Hank was somehow different today - even more grumpy than usual. And she already suspected that she would have her hands full - tonight.
She had smelled the alcohol on his breath when he had hugged her for a moment. And there was something else Kim had smelled. That lingering sweet and tangy smell of sex. Plus she'd seen Hank's unzipped jeans and his bare torso, his hardened nipples.
It seemed that before she had shown up at his house today, he had been trying to bring himself his own release. But clearly he had not succeeded.
Before Kim could say anything, he had grabbed her hand and pulled her into his bedroom with him, as if it was he who called the shots and not Kim. Here in his bedroom, Friday night, it was she who made the rules.
Kim's gaze roamed around the room.
She saw the bottle of lube and the butt-plug on his pillow. Now that answered her curiosity about what he'd been doing while he had been waiting for her to arrive.
And she also saw the riding crop that Hank had put on the nightstand - presumably he wanted Kim to do something with it other than what was on her mind right now. And then there were some other of toys lying around. They were toys that brought pain and pleasure – but mostly pain. Apparently that's what Hank was in the mood for today - pain. For Kim to inflict pain on him.
Well, the night was still young. And they had enough time - maybe she would grant him one or another wish. Otherwise, there was always next Friday. Or the one after that. Kim knew that the thing between them wouldn't be over anytime soon, they both enjoyed each other's company too much. And the sex.
"Kim," she heard his voice behind her as he stepped up behind her the next moment. Hank brushed her hair aside and placed his lips on her neck. He placed his hands possessively on her waist, only to wander restlessly over her body. Over her breasts, her thighs, back to her waist.
Neither the alcohol nor the attempt to have an orgasm had brought the turmoil inside Hank under control. Kim could clearly feel how wound up he was. She had to do something. Very quickly.
"Hank, slow down. Not like this. Don't be so eager, we've got all night."
"I know, but you," Hank began, placing another kiss on her neck. He sucked lightly on her skin, nibbling on her neck, "You taste so good."
Kim tilted her head to the side to give him and his kisses more room. For a moment longer, she allowed him to continue. The kisses. And the restless touches on her skin. She felt him pressing up close to her body. His erection pressed against her body and he rubbed against her. Like a horny teenage boy - at least he felt like one.
"You're pretty wild today. Your sense is on overdrive. It might be time to give up one of your senses," she said as she broke away from him and walked to the nightstand.
Kim knew what Hank needed now - to completely relinquish control - and then she took out the blindfold.
With the piece of cloth in her hand, she walked back to Hank, who was still standing in the room where Kim had just left him. She tied the blindfold around him. Kim stroked his cheek with her fingertips.
"It's time to let go," she said.
And then she moved around behind him and pressed herself against his back. The fabric of his jeans brushed against her skin. Kim was only wearing bra and panties after all.
She laid her cheek against the back of his shoulder and slid her hands around his sides to his abdomen and the hair that grew in the very center. She slipped her fingers inside his jeans.
"Relax", she whispered in his ear.
Hank groaned as she caressed his erection. It felt so good - Kim's hand stroking him. Since he couldn't see anything, he could fully concentrate on the sensation of her hand on his cock.
After a moment Kim moved around to his front. With his fly already open, she took him from his pants and slid her hand up and down the length of his shaft. With her thumb she spread his precum across the engorged head of his cock. Bringing him closer and closer to orgasm.
"Oh, if you could see this now, me standing here in front of you, holding your hard cock in my hand. Can you feel my hand? Can you feel me moving my hand along your cock? I can feel your cock getting harder and harder under my touch. I think you're about to burst."
"Kim," Hank moaned. He felt like he was getting even harder at her words.
Hank was totally into dirty talk - when Kim said words like that to him. It excited him even more when she described what she was about to do to him. This was their way of foreplay. When he imagined what she just described through her words.
Kim pushed his pants off his hips.
"What am I going to do to you?" she murmured as he stood naked before her.
"Anything you want."
"Oh, I'll do that. And a little more," Kim declared.
Kim pushed him down on the bed and knelt over him. Very slowly, she stroked his body, his arms, his chest, his stomach, his legs, before leaning down to him.
"Raise your arms above your head," she ordered him.
Immediately Hank complied with her request, and a moment later he felt cold metal wrap around his wrists. And he heard a click. Kim had cuffed his arms to the bedposts.
Now Hank couldn't see anything, and he couldn't move his arms either. He was at Kim's mercy. She could do whatever she wanted with him.
Hank felt the arousal in every fiber of his body as he realized the significance. He would not be able to see what she was doing to him. And he would not be able to touch Kim himself.
And he had to rely on his other senses during this time.
For a moment his breathing was the only sound he could hear in the room. Then he heard the rustle of the bed sheets. He felt a touch. Someone stroked his skin, very lightly. And then there was that scent - lilly of the valley. Kim. She had to be very close to him. She was probably leaning over him. Hank could only guess what she was doing.
And then he focused fully on Kim's touch on his skin.
He felt countless kisses on his skin, fingernails scraping along his torso. Lips that closed around his nipples. Teeth nibbling at them, lightly Kim bit his nipple. An arousing pain shot through his loins. The release was within his grasp.
And then, suddenly, it was all over. She had stopped.
Hank moaned in displeasure. He wanted to feel Kim's touch again. He didn't want her to stop. Not until he had reached orgasm.
Kim had pulled away from Hank and bent over to the nightstand, from where she took the riding crop. She now ran the tip over Hank's skin. She drew circles around Hank's nipples until they became hard to the touch. The feel of the cold leather on Hank's heated skin. Kim let the riding crop slide further down, down his body.
Oh, how easy it would be now to raise the riding crop and have it strike Hank's skin. But Kim wouldn't give him that kind of release. Not today.
And then the leather of the crop stroked over Hank's hard cock. He could clearly feel it as Kim moved the crop along him. The tip of the crop touched his balls. At that moment, Hank became aware of what it was that was stroking his skin. The riding crop.
"Spread your legs," Kim demanded.
Hank was eager to comply her wish and spread his legs. Goosebumps spread over his body due to the arousal running through him. He longed to reach his climax. And that this tingling feeling inside him would disappear. But whenever Hank thought he was close to orgasm, Kim would stop. She denied him his orgasm – at the moment.
"So eager," Kim whispered and let the riding crop trail along the inside of his thighs.
For a moment, she wondered if she should do it. Whether she should give him what he had been silently asking of her. And then she gave him a little slap with the crop. And another one on his other thigh. Hank moaned. And he hoped for another strike. But it never came.
After a short moment Kim lowered his head and breathed a kiss on the red spot on the inside of his thigh. With her tongue she licked over his skin, tasted him.
"Kim," he whispered hoarsely, "I want you. I need you. Please, more."
He wanted to feel her lips on his cock. Hank moaned. He bucked his hips up toward her. He wanted to feel it again. All of it. The pain. Kim's touch on his skin. The leather of the crop. Everything. And all at once.
All that mattered was that he was finally getting his release, his orgasm.
"You're pretty impatient," Kim murmured. She put the riding crop aside and now stroked Hank's cock with her fingertips.
"Kim, please" Hank begged.
"Just be patient, I'll make you come, later."
"Please," Hank felt like he was going to burst.
Now as he lay here like this - tied up and blindfolded. He just wanted Kim to close her hand around his cock and make him come. But he knew they were playing by Kim's rules here in his bedroom. He knew that Kim decided what she would do next.
"Maybe we should take care of your behavior first, you're especially impatient today," Kim said, "Maybe I should uncuff you and put you over my knee and give you a spanking. Maybe then you will lie still and be a good boy."
Kim lowered her head so that her lips were very close to his ear and while her hand lay still on his hard cock, she whispered her next words into his ear, "Maybe I should spank you until your bottom is very red. And while I fuck you, you will feel it. The pain. And also tomorrow, when you sit down, then you will remember it. That I spanked you. Would you like that? If I spanked you now? Or if I use the paddle?"
Hank felt a tug in his loins. Who would have thought it excited Hank Voight - the idea of being spanked like a naughty child.
"Yes", he whispered.
"Well, maybe I will do it - next time."
"Please, Kim", he whined. He wasn't sure what he was asking of her. But he wanted her to continue with whatever she was planning to do to him, as long as he would finally be allowed to come.
Kim stripped off the last of her clothes - bra and panties. It was time for her to have some fun too and then Kim started moving her hand on his cock. Agonizingly slow.
When she was satisfied with how hard he was, Kim climbed on top of him. Slowly she lowered herself onto his hard cock. Kim moaned as she felt him filling her up until his full length was inside of her. She loved this feeling - feeling Hank's hard cock deep inside her.
"Ah yes", she moaned in delight and started moving her hips and raising them up and down. Kim built up a rhythm as she rode his cock roughly. Kim thought she was about to burn inside and a pleasant, warm tingling sensation ran through her body and became more and more intense. She had been longing for this night all week.
Hank bucked up under her, moaning. And at last he felt the orgasm he had longed for rolling toward him. Hank threw his head back in fulfillment and closed his eyes as his fingers clawed into the mattress. Finally.
Kim followed him over the cliff only seconds later. This orgasm was exactly what they both needed. But Hank even more than her.
And as they both came down from their high, Kim turned to him.
"Better?" she asked, raising her hand to slowly stroke his cheek.
"Yes," Hank admitted.
All day he had felt an anxiety from within - and only now, coming to rest next to Kim, did he feel that anxiety leave his body. It had felt good. That kind of sex. And it was moments like these that made him wonder why they didn't do it more often. Hell, why they didn't have sex more often.
Sometimes, when Hank was alone in his bed at night, he would think about Fridays with Kim. Of the mind-blowing sex he had on Fridays. And more than once, on those lonely nights, he had caught himself jerking off while remembering those nights. How he thought of Kim when he masturbated. Of Kim and the things they did together. Of the way her face flushed with arousal when the orgasm swept through her. Or the way she whispered in his ear what she was going to do to him.
Sometimes, he missed it, feeling the warm body of a woman next to him every night.
"Ready for round two?" and before Hank could answer, Kim slipped her hand under the sheet. Her fingers wrapped around his cock.