Angelo’s family’s house was easily the biggest one on the street, and right across from the beach to boot.

The BMW sped into the driveway, the front of it nearly bumping up against the garage.

With a wink, Angelo jumped out to open my door for me. I was already climbing from the car, though, studying the tall windows before me and wondering how long it would take to even count them all.

A hand on my waist brought me back to reality.

I spun around and met Angelo’s mouth. Warm and delicious, the kiss stoked the fire building in me.

Breaking off, but taking my hand, he led me up the front pathway and over the stoop.

The room we entered was expansive and airy, but I didn’t catch much more than its size. Angelo wrapped his hands around my waist and hoisted me up, pressing me against the wall.

I gasped for air, partly from surprise and partly from pleasurable anticipation. His arms still wrapped around me, he had me pinned to the wall. I wrapped my legs around him and let my eyes fall closed as his tongue kissed a trail down and up my neck.

He nibbled on the sensitive skin behind my ear, and I squirmed beneath him, the odd pleasure almost too much to handle.

Holding me even tighter, he backed away from the wall. Kissing me feverishly, he kept walking.

He knew the house so well he could navigate it without even looking.

I vaguely noted another large room passing us by as we shuffled down a hallway. A door sat half open and Angelo kicked it gently to clear the way.

At the bed, he dropped me down. My butt fell against the mattress and I looked up at him, breathing heavily.

Angelo gazed down at me, that intense look on his face that told me I wasn’t ready for whatever came next.

Stepping closer, he pushed his legs against mine. I waited, watching as he moved slowly, leaning over and pulling both my sweater and shirt off at once.

Getting down on his knees, he worked on my jeans, unzipping and wriggling them off my legs. Soon only bra and panties were left.

I pushed my weight a little closer towards him, eager to get the show on the road. Angelo took his sweet time, running the tip of one finger across the top of my bra cups.

“Lay down.”

I gulped but obeyed, shimmying up the bed to rest my head on the giant pile of pillows.

Angelo rifled through a bedside table and removed a long and thin rope. Not speaking, he wrapped the rope around my wrists, and tied the other end to the headboard.

Thick and heavy breathing cut the air. My breathing, I realized after a couple seconds.

My chest heaved up and down, my thighs spread.

Once secured to the headboard, there was no escape. Angelo could do anything he wanted to me.

And I loved it.

He reached into the drawer for something else. I tensed, the anticipation in me a combination of both fear and eagerness, but instead of a whip out came an innocent lighter. I watched while he lit the three candles on the little table.

Dropping the lighter, his eyes jumped back to mine. They burned, smoldered, with a deep-seated heat.

No one had ever looked at me that way.

The man wanted me. He wanted me bad.

Angelo, still fully dressed, climbed on top of me, his legs on either side of my thighs. Up and down my legs his palms ran, gently massaging the muscles.

Taking on a lighter touch, they got to my panties and began to push them down. I arched my back, trying to press my mound up and against his hand.

A thick rip sounded as Angelo tore my panties clean in half. Before I could react, a finger was in me, pushing and rubbing against that deep aching spot.

I moaned and relaxed into the mattress.

Not giving me a minute without a surprise, Angelo withdrew his hand and harshly grabbed my hips. Turning me on my side, he spanked my ass hard. Really hard. Then, he softly rubbed the sore spot on my backside with one hand while the other teased my clit.

“Is that better?” he whispered.

I began to murmur a response, but yet another strike hit my rear.

“Yes,” I whimpered out.

More soft petting and spanking. Each hit felt like fire, but fire that shot into my core and gave me almost as much pleasure as his hand on my clit.

With my rear good and sore, Angelo turned me back over onto my back. My wrists ached slightly in their tight bind and my ass cheeks burned.

“You need a break.”

Before I could protest he left the room, leaving me still bound and helpless.

I stared agape at the empty doorway. Had he really just left like that?

“Angelo?”

No response.

“Angelo?”

Well shit. Bound and helpless, there was nothing to do but wait. My arms ached. My wrists ached. Most of all, my core ached.

In a minute, he came back, a bowl in his hand. Setting it down on the floor, he took a seat on the edge of the bed.

“I thought you left me here,” I stammered.

One eyebrow cocked. “Oh, I’m not even close to done with you yet.”

I gulped, wondering just what that meant. The tension between my legs now seared and my limbs screamed from being restrained. I needed release and I needed it now.

From the table, Angelo picked up one of the candles he lit earlier. Its flame danced, getting closer and closer to me. Angelo lifted it right above me and froze.

I looked at him. What was going on? What did he plan on doing? And did he need my approval or something? Is that why he kept looking at me?

Instead of saying anything, he tilted the candle slightly and let some of the wax slide off. Down, down, it dripped. I tensed up as it hit my stomach, slicing me with its heat.

“Ah!” I cried out, the hot wax sending warmth through my torso.

Angelo put the candle back down and retrieved something else small, then pressed the object against my thigh. I breathed in again at the freezing sensation. It had me out of my mind after the hot wax.

Slowly the ice cube made its way around my thigh, going up the length of it, traveling dangerously close to my swollen clit.

Across my stomach and around the now hardened wax it went, and up to my bra. Angelo pushed the cups down, releasing my breasts. Both nipples poked up towards the sky, eager to be touched.

Angelo swirled the ice cube around one of my nipples. I cried out from the freezing sting of pain mixed with numbness, and then, he did the same to the other breast. Tiny chills went down my back and melted water ran down my sides. I bit my bottom lip.

I will not beg. I will not beg.

Need expanded between my legs like pain. It was too much. Another minute without Angelo inside of me and I would die from frustration.

The ice cube all melted, he stood back and stripped. Out came the lean and tanned abs, the bulging biceps. His pants and underwear fell to the floor, revealing his dick.

My hands jerked under the rope, responding to a need to touch him.

Fluidly, he climbed on top of me, pushing my legs open a bit more. With a quick flick of the wrist, he smacked my clit, causing a hot mix of pleasure and sharp pain.

I pushed my hips up towards him, silently begging for more of whatever he felt like giving me. Whatever he had, I would take it. At this point I needed to be touched so badly I couldn’t afford to be picky.

Holding the base of his dick in one hand, he parted my lips with the other hand and edged forward. The tip of his length pushed against my opening but didn’t enter.

Gingerly, he slid it up and down my channel, teasing us both but never giving in.

I pushed forward a little bit, trying to get him to enter me. Catching on, Angelo froze and shot me a reprimanding look. I stilled.

Instead of sliding up against me again, he flicked my clit. I cried out, riding a wave of pleasure that took me nearly halfway to a release. Before it ended Angelo pushed into me, burying his full length.

I braced myself for pummeling, but he set an easy rhythm, gently pushing into me. Taking one of my knees, he arched my leg back and hit me at a gentler angle.

His soft groans filled the room, their sound just as exciting as the sight of his naked body.

Pleasure bundled and then spread through me, making me struggle for breath. Angelo moved even more slowly, reaching up to rest his hand against the base of my neck.

Sweat dripped down the center of his abs and fell onto my stomach. Leaning forward, he closed the space between us and rested his chest against mine.

One hand wrapped around the back of my neck. My face turned to his and my lips parted, allowing his tongue to slip between my teeth. His motions sped up a bit and my pleasure ratcheted again. I cried out against Angelo’s face and wrapped my legs around him as the orgasm shook me.

Grasping the back of my neck a bit tighter, his nails digging into my skin, he shuddered with release, taking some time to descend from his orgasm.

Angelo’s tongue ran across mine, the kiss so deep and intense my jaw could come unhinged.

For a long, long time we lay there kissing. Heat filled the room and pressed in around us. The sweat on our skin chilled and cooled us down.

My arms ached from staying in one position so long, but I didn’t try to move them.

Angelo’s hand ran down my side and nudged its way between us. It pressed against my sore clit and I squirmed.

“No,” I huffed.

He didn’t listen, instead just teased and rubbed. The discomfort of the touch subsided and good feelings filled me again. I arched my back and cried out into Angelo’s neck.

Spent from the second orgasm, my head dropped back against the pillows. Angelo nipped at the spot under my ear. My eyelids grew heavy.

“Can’t… move,” I muttered, half asleep.

He rubbed his nose against my jaw. “That’s great.”

I scoffed. “Are you planning to untie me?”

“Who says I’m done with you?”

“Angelo!” I cried, my eyes snapping back open. “I can’t stay here all day.”

He chuckled and reached up for the rope around my wrists. “Relax. I’m done with you… for now, anyway.”

His promise of more made my skin itch. Turns out I hadn’t been satiated at all.

I turned my face to look him straight in the eyes. “What’s next?”

He grinned wickedly. “You’ll have to stick around to see.”