FOUR

HIS HANDS DESCENDED ON MY shoulders. I was under no duress. I was not held in place. Yet I didn’t move. Not only that but I kept my eyes shut purely because he had told me to. I was fairly certain he wasn’t responsible for the disappearance of the girls but I couldn’t be sure. The thought of the danger I was in made the intensity of the moment all the stronger. I was having to put my trust not just in a stranger, but in a potentially dangerous one.

It went against all my training but I couldn’t help myself. He slipped the dress off my shoulders, letting go and waiting. The dress stayed in place, clinging to me too tightly to slide down of its own accord. With my shoulders exposed, I could feel the top of my cleavage was visible. I could feel him looking at it. My nipples hardened, pressing against the fabric as I fought to control my breathing. And he’d only touched me once.

His fingers tugged at my dress a second later, shifting it lower and lower, sliding it over my chest. I felt it running down over my breasts, my nipples now barely covered. Another half inch and he’d see them. I felt terribly exposed but also more alive than ever before, my skin on fire with desire. I could picture how I looked to him, how slutty, how vulnerable. Still I kept my eyes tightly shut.

He tugged the dress again, my nipples popping into view over the top. I let out a gasp as his tongue suddenly flicked over my left breast, sucking the nub into his mouth, squeezing it tightly between his lips. As soon as it began, it was over and he was again just standing there, sliding my dress down further.

He moved closer, I could hear him. What was he going to do?

He kissed my stomach, sliding the dress down to my hips at the same time. He kissed lower, finding my belly button, kissing an inch below that.

Then the dress was down my legs, pooling at my ankles, leaving me just in my thong and heels. His fingers traced a line down my legs to my ankles, lifting one foot then the other to get the dress away from me. I heard him stand again, moving round me in a circle, his eyes burning into my skin.

From behind me, his hand slid round my throat, grasping me just tightly enough to scare me, to show me how powerful he was, what he was capable of doing. Then it moved down and he began groping my chest, squeezing my breasts, tugging at my nipples.

His lips brushed the side of my neck, kissing my ear, my shoulder, my back. They were light embraces, as if he had all the time in the world to tease me. His hands slid down my stomach, reaching the top of my thong before sliding away, leaving me pushing my hips towards nothing.

His hand slipped into mine and he walked me across the room, pushing open a door and guiding me through. “Keep your eyes closed,” he whispered.

He moved me onto some kind of table. It was made of varnished slats that felt cold underneath me. My heart raced as I felt chains being attached to my wrists, binding me in place. He did the same to my ankles, leaving me completely at his mercy.

There was the rustle of clothing and I knew it was him undressing. Still I didn’t look. I couldn’t disobey him no matter how much I wanted to see his body.

His fingers ran up my legs, stopping at my thighs. Then he skipped my stomach and tugged at my nipples again, making me gasp.

“I’m going to make you come,” he said in a matter of fact voice.

He’d have a job. No man had ever managed it before. I’d only been able to do it to myself.

His hands went gradually towards my thong, taking his time, making me groan with frustration, tugging at the chains as he slipped the thong to one side.

“You’re so wet,” he muttered, scooping up moisture with his fingers and coating my clit which seemed more sensitive than I’d ever known it.

The lightest touch of his hand was too much and I winced, hardly able to bear it. He stroked it lightly, taking his time, listening to my breathing change. My fists began to clench as my body reacted to his touch, my insides aching to be filled, feeling suddenly empty, devoid of something, needing something inside me, something hard.

His fingers started to move gradually faster, maintaining a rhythm, stroking either side of my clit and then directly over the top, ignoring my shifting hips, the way I thrust up towards him, wanting him inside me. I wanted to look at him. I would only have to open my eyes to see his rigid cock right there beside me. The thought tipped me over the edge.

My clit suddenly felt too sensitive and a split second later, I came, his fingers immediately slowing at just the right time, leaving my body to enjoy the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had. How had no one done that to me before? How had I not known to do it that way? My limbs shook, the chains rattling as my climax swept through me, making a ridiculous grin spread across my face.

I panted for breath for some time, my heart thudding as I slowly recovered, my limbs still twitching. “I’m not done yet,” he said.

A second later, I heard a clanking sound and the table started to shift. It was movable. The slats could be adjusted. It was strange sensation, having my legs separated but still bound in place as she table moved, my knees lifting, my hips shifting.

The sound stopped and the table ceased moving, leaving me with my knees raised and spread apart. I heard the snipping sound of a pair of scissors and then the cold of it on my hip as it slid down to my thigh. “What are you going to do to me?” I asked, the fear evident in my voice.

“This,” he replied.