Kim was happy the party was finally over and she could get to work. Her job was to clean the first floor, which was the gallery, and the two upper floors, which were mostly offices. She was to empty trash cans and vacuum the floors, clean the toilets. It would take her about four hours, she thought. A nice easy job. She enjoyed working alone at her own pace, and she also enjoyed the silence and the time to think. Her two waitressing jobs never allowed that. Luckily Sonya told her to leave gallery one since a special outside cleaning crew was always brought in to clean after such parties. That would mean though she started late, Kim would likely finish early.

She was surprised when she noticed herself whistling as she vacuumed the hallway. What was making her so happy? She was relieved to have this job, that was true. It wasn’t too bad and it would help with her tight finances. But that wasn’t it, at least not the bulk of it. She searched her mind. Though she didn’t want it to be the case, she knew the cause of her happiness. Of course she knew it. It was that man at the party, Robert. She knew she didn’t want a man in her life—she had no time or interest in that—but it was nice to know that somewhere under all of her fatigue and responsibilities, she was still a sexual woman and that a man like Robert could still turn her on like that. It had been sudden and intense, and she’d liked it quite a bit, though it had surprised her. When she left Bruce, she had thought love and romance were now a thing of the past for her. She had more important things to think about. She needed to raise her son. She was sure that when leaving Montana something inside of her had switched off, but it was clear from how her body had reacted to Robert, it had not been switched off permanently.

She finished the vacuuming and needed the cleaning supplies for the bathrooms. She had only the bathrooms left and she’d be finished for the night. She could go home and get a good night’s sleep for once. She didn’t work tomorrow until the lunch shift at Joe’s Pub, so she might even sleep in late the next morning.

She opened the janitor’s closet and turned on the light. She looked around for what she needed and collected the cleaning cart. She found the window cleaner she’d use for the mirrors and reached for it on the upper shelf before adding it to her cart.

She turned to take the cart out, and a hand came from behind her and covered her mouth. A strong arm circled around her neck. She froze with fear. What was happening? Was she going to die in this closet?

But then she felt a warm breath at her ear, and a voice whispered, “I’m not going to hurt you. Put your hands behind your back.”

She did as she was told. The man, for she could hear that it was a man though she had not seen him yet, tied her hands behind her back.

“I promise. I’m not going to harm you. Don’t be afraid,” he whispered again near to her ear. The warmth of it, she found with a shock, was exciting her. What kind of person was she to be excited by a man who was tying her up? A surge of excitement rose inside of her from a place she didn’t know existed. It made no sense how she could be getting excited now when a strange man tied her up in a closet. He could do anything to her and she would be helpless. The thought of it was what was exciting her—he could do anything to her. The excitement she was feeling was sexual, something she hadn’t felt for so long. Did she like being powerless before this man? She was surprised at the answer her body was giving her.

“I’m here to steal a painting only. I will not hurt you.”

Kim suddenly realized there was a familiarity about this man. Did she know him? She felt that she did. She couldn’t put her finger on it. Was it the feel of his hands on her? Was it his voice? His scent? No, she knew what it is. It was his hard body against her. She had felt that body before; she had felt it earlier that night. She knew who this man was.

The man turned her around, and her guess was confirmed: it was Robert.

Before she could speak, he leaned into her and kissed her neck, and she was surprised to hear herself groan in response. Who was this woman? He bit at her and licked the inside of her ear, which sent electric sparks out. The pleasure was nearly painful, but she could do nothing to stop him.

“I want you,” he whispered in her ear.

He roughly pushed her against the back wall, his strong, tough body reinforcing the fact that she was his. She would need to take all that he wanted to give, all that he wanted to take—she had no option, bound as she was. His hard cock pushed against her, and she moaned into his strong wide shoulders. She couldn’t believe how quickly she ached for him to take her, but he was not going to rush. He would do things as he wanted. He would punish her with a slow drawn-out torture of pleasure, she could see that.

She rubbed her body against him and struggled with her hands, wanting to reach out to touch the hardness in his pants and release his stiff cock but failing, the failing turning her on even more. The wanting to feel him grew more desperate each minute that passed, building the tension within her.

He kissed her lips gently at first, small soft chaste pecks, but then he could not control himself. He ravaged her mouth. Pushing his tongue inside, sucking and pulling, Kim kissed him back with the same violence. She wanted him in every way that she could. He held her head and pulled her back, stopping her. He would be in control, not her. The strength of him taking over, of controlling her, pushed the sexual tension to a new level. Kim was sure she would die in the heat of the fire. It was intense like nothing she had done before. She never knew a man like Robert.

She could feel him erect against her, and she pushed harder against his body. She wanted to feel his excitement against her. He kissed her neck on the side, moving agonizingly slowly toward the front. She wanted to be free to grab him, to take his hard cock in her hand, but could not and that made her wild. She bit at him in frustration and yearning. She could do nothing except let him dominate her. She was at his mercy completely.

He tore open her blouse and pushed her bra up. He took her nipple into his mouth, warm and wet, and she couldn’t suppress the moan that came from her, an ancient animal sound. He covered her mouth with his and kissed her, ravishing her mouth again, biting at her lips while he cleared the top of the counter behind her and pushed her to lie back on it. He massaged her breasts, sucking the nipples into his mouth where he teased them with his tongue. Her breath was coming faster. He grabbed at her breasts roughly like a man possessed and sucked and licked her nipples. He groaned with pleasure, devouring her. He was lying over her.

She ground her hips into him, aching to feel him closer, aching to have him inside of her. But he pulled away and said, “No—I say when.”

She fell back against the table, allowing him to do everything that he wished; she had no say in it. She submitted completely to his will, and it felt perfect.

They had spoken very little. Words were not needed. Kim had never felt like this before; everything was amplified with her hands tied. She was his—he would do with her as he liked. His power over her was complete. That made everything unpredictable and uncontrollable. What would he do to her next? She wanted everything; she wanted him to take her completely.

He pulled off the rest of her clothes. He kissed her stomach, biting and licking as he went lower and lower. He took her clit into his mouth and she exploded, the orgasm rolling through her body, over and over like she’d never felt before. But her body was not finished. She could not stop him, and he continued while his fingers reached deep inside of her wetness. It was too much, and she was sure she could not take all of it; he was so adept with his fingers, his tongue. He sucked her inside of his mouth and then flicked at her like lightning strikes. She was writhing against him, and he held her still and continued relentlessly. He swallowed her sweetness and groaned with appreciation.

He lifted her off the table, and finally she could see his cock. He had taken his pants off to reveal its beauty— large and stiff, waiting for her. He placed her head before it, and she sucked it into her mouth. She swallowed its wholeness over and over, and he groaned with pleasure, pushing her head into him as he pumped into her mouth. She was helpless, his cock deep in her throat. Over and over he thrusted, and she welcomed it—its fullness, his urgency. It excited her beyond belief, and she could feel he was as excited as she was with the way his body was quivering against her from all that was rushing over him. A low, intense growl came from him, and he exploded in her mouth. She swallowed his gift, and he slumped against her.

In moments, he was hard again. He held his cock in his hand and rubbed it along the insides of her thighs, teasing her up and down, never quite touching her clit, only just missing it. He knew what she wanted, but he would decide. His hardness up and down, moving closer to her wetness and tantalizingly pulling away again, was a fantastic agony.

“Please...” she begged. He grabbed her by the hair and pushed her head to his, kissing her deeply.

“I will say when,” he said.

He rubbed his cock back and forth on her clit, and her breath tore through her. She could feel her body’s nerves building again, the wave coming to the fore, ready to explode. And then he stopped.

He leaned her over the table. He would have her every way that he wanted; she had no control over what happened, and this amped the excitement to a level she didn’t know existed. They were wild in their desires. She heard the foil of a condom wrapper rip open, and him rolling it on.

He was behind her, and the head of his cock was at her entrance. She could feel it hard, and then he stopped again. How could he stop now? She ached for him to enter her. She begged for him to continue, but he moved back slightly away from her.

She watched him looking at her, his eyes roaming over every curve of her body greedily, lustily, as his hand slowly moved up and down on his erection. He was enjoying what he saw. He wanted it to last.

And he too wanted her to want him, to need him, to ache for him to be inside of her. She had never wanted a man as badly as she was aching for him. She had to have him. She leaned back into him and he returned, slowly entering her wetness. Achingly slow. He pushed into her, each inch like a gift. She felt an incredible release when she was finally full with him, and it was wonderful, like nothing she’d ever experienced before. He moved slowly inside of her, his breath coming fast and ragged, but he restrained himself, and she felt as if the anticipation of what would come would swallow her completely.

He pushed into her deeply, his entire throbbing cock a part of her, and she moaned with the pleasure of it. Then again, and again and again. He rammed her hard, and she screamed into the table. She thought she could not take another moment, and yet he continued. They were building to the finale, and it would be spectacular. Kim could feel it ramping inside of her like a wild unfettered thing. When it came, it would be uncontrollable, unstoppable.

She could feel his breath coming faster and hotter on her neck. He bit her shoulders and grabbed at her breasts. Before he came, he suddenly pulled out of her, his cock wet and glistening, throbbing with energy. He stood, his breath returning, watching her.

“Please, no...” she moaned. He couldn’t stop now; she felt she might die from wanting him. “Please...I have to have you.”

“Wait,” he whispered, hot in her ear. This excited her too. He turned her around and kissed her gently as he entered her from the front. Again the fullness surprised her, the quick, deep stab of pleasure.

“I want to see your beautiful face,” he said.

His hand rubbed her clit as he pushed into her again. His tongue was everywhere. She felt every movement, every thrust, and every flick of his finger on her pussy. She let him take her completely. His expert hands knew what she needed, while his cock hit every place, filling her, pumping into her over and over.

His hot, wet words whispered in her ear—God you’re amazing—echoed through her as they came together, over and over in waves of ultimate desire.