Pete let his eyes drop to Lynx's ass in that skimpy, tight, black dress. She had been putting her body on display all evening on this first date and now he was finally getting some much needed dessert.
"Ah, here they are," she said.
She held up her keys that she had found in her purse and looked at him with those gorgeous, amber eyes. He smiled and nodded at her, and she bit her lip in anticipation while turning around to unlock the door. He looked at her hair that was a mess of colors. White, beige, goldish blonde and medium brown. Dyed to match the name she had been carrying around since birth. Lynx was a funny name but it was so fitting. She was a wildcat ready to prey on him and he would happily allow her to feast on his body tonight.
"Welcome to my humble home," she said.
He followed her inside and stepped out of his sneakers. She got out of her long, black boots with the deadly heels and was suddenly even shorter to look at. He smirked at the small woman in front of him, placed his hands on her hips, and pulled her in for the kiss he had craved to get all evening. She melted in his arms, pushed her body up against his, and mewled into the kiss.
"I want you," she said.
"The things I'll do to you, kitten," he murmered in her ear. "You're in for night of your life."
"So are you," she said.
He chuckled at her response. He was so used to women letting him control the narrative that it was nice to be with someone who tried to take control.
"Out here or in the bedroom?" He asked.
She giggled at him, grabbed his hand, and almost dragged him into the bedroom. She grabbed his t-shirt and pulled if off him. Her nails ran down his chest without leaving a trace. She wasn't about to mark him. At least not yet. Her hand ran over his jeans covered crotch and she smirked at the feeling of his erect dick.
"I wanna see it," she said. "Pants off, mister."
She took a step back and pulled the dress over her head. She was wearing a black, lace set of bra and thong. She pointed at his crotch and he decided to humor her. He got out of his jeans and briefs and let her see him in all his naked glory. She walked up to him, placed her hands on his chest, and gently pushed him. He stumbled backwards down on the bed while she laughed at the sight. He crawled backwards up to the pillow and beckoned a finger in the air.
"Come here, kitten," he said.
She straddled his legs and crawled up his body like a feral cat sneaking in on its prey. He grabbed her head and kissed her again. She grinded against his dick and he broke the kiss with a small growl.
"I need to be inside you right now!" He said firmly.
"How kinky are you?" She asked.
"That depends," he said.
She reached over to her left and grabbed one end of a leather handcuff. He turned his head and saw it was secured safely in the wall.
"Usually I prefer women in them," he said.
"Are you scared, little Pete?" She asked.
"Little?" He sneered. "Do your fucking best, Lynx."
He reached his right hand across and she secured the cuff around his wrist. She reached to the other side where another cuff was safely secured in the wall. He reached his other hand across so she could cuff it too. She sat up straight and giggled at him. He had never been this turned on before. He thought with his strength that he could easily break the leather cuffs apart if he wanted to. He had underestimated how powerful they were. He was trapped. He was her prey, and so far he was loving every second of it.
"Fuck me, kitten!" He begged. "I'm fucking dying here. Please, fuck me."
She giggled again and moved out of bed.
"I'll be right back," she said.
"Where are you going?" He asked.
She disappeared out of the bedroom and he listened to her walking somewhere in her house. He tried yanking on the cuffs but they wouldn't budge. For the first time he started worrying if he had made a mistake making himself this vulnerable. She returned with a few items in her hands and climbed back on top of him.
"Get naked. I wanna see you," he said.
She opened the soda in her hands and he watched as she drank from it.
"Are you planning on torturing me so long that we need a hydration break?" He asked.
He smirked at her but something had changed in her eyes. There wasn't that playful look in them anymore that he had seen all evening. There was a predatory look in them and he suddenly felt scared.
"No, I just needed the taste of you out of my mouth," she said.
She screwed the lid back on and placed the soda next to them.
"What do you mean?" He asked nervously.
He moved his eyes down and saw what else she had brought in. She had a plastic bag in her hand and his fear went up ten times. He yanked on the cuffs again but they still weren't budging.
"Did you seriously think I want you?" She asked.
"Yes," he answered. "I don't understand, Lynx. What's wrong? What's going on? You're kinda scaring me here."
"As if I could get any satisfaction out of that microscopic thing you call a dick," she said.
She lifted her hand with the plastic bag in it.
"What are you planning to do with that bag?" He asked.
"You have nice skin though," she said. "Well, not your face but I won't be using that."
She ran her finger down his chest and smirked at him. He was scared out of his mind and words abandoned him. He wanted to beg for his life or scream for help but the only that went through his mind was how fitting her name Lynx was. She truly had been moving in on her prey like a lynx. Stalking him on the dating app, sneaking in on him all evening, surprising him with a quick pouncing attack.
"Guys on Tinder are always so desperate to get their dicks wet. I show up, bat my eyelashes, and say all the right words, and you always come home with me to add to my growing collection. I like making things out of leather but it got boring really fast to use leather from cows," she said. "You liked the boots I was wearing tonight, didn't you?"
"Yes," he whimpered.
"I made them from the last man I had in here. I'm gonna make a lampshade out of you, Pete," she said.
"No, no, no," he mumbled. "Please, Lynx. I'm so fucking scared. You had your fun. Please, release me."
"It will be over quick," she said.
She wrapped the bag around his head and held on tight. He tried moving his head around but he couldn't get free. The air was quickly used up and he looked at her through the see-through plastic bag with tears in his eyes. The last thing he saw was that cruel look in those gorgeous amber eyes. A lynx that had caught its prey.