Taken by surprise
Bdsm fantasy by ‘Samarel Eros’
She comes home from work late again. It’s been a long and exhausting day, and all she can think about is a quick dinner and a nice, long, hot bath with a few glasses of wine. Caught up in her stressful day, she barely notices the porch light being out. The fact that she opens the door without actually turning the key doesn’t even register. She steps inside, dropping her briefcase by the door, and reaches to turn on the table lamp.
*Click* *Click*
Nothing.
“Damn it!” She mutters to herself. Carefully, she feels her way across the living room toward the kitchen. She gets to the counter and opens the drawer where she keeps her flashlight. She tries to turn it on, but it, too, is off. Cursing under her breath, she heads down the hall to her bedroom and the breaker panel. She pushes open her bedroom door, her eyes finally adjusting to the darkness, when she feels a hand from behind clamp down on her mouth. The next thing she knows, she has a pistol barrel in her ribs and heavy breathing in her ear. Fighting the instinct to struggle, she forces her body to go limp.
Without a word, he moves her toward the bed. He’s spent hours planning and preparing for every moment of this little adventure. Once at the foot of the bed, he stops. After a quick squeeze of her mouth, his way of telling her to stay quiet is to remove his free hand from her face and grab the ball gag he has waiting on the bed. He’s practiced this so many times that his hand works without thought, quickly slipping the red rubber ball in her mouth and snapping the strap at the back of her head. He can now be sure her screams won’t bother the neighbors. Next, he grabs her wrist, raising her hand to the nearby bedpost, and she hears the soft click of a handcuff as he restrains her.
Standing there, gagged and one-handed, she feels the panic start to build in her chest.
She tries to calm herself by concentrating on breathing slowly through her nose. She felt herself relax slightly when she felt the gun move away from her. She could feel the heat of his body next to her. She guessed he was at least a head taller than her, at 5 feet 6 inches, and she had already experienced a glimpse of his strength.
He stood for a moment, his body almost touching hers, watching her. He’d been wanting this for so long that he didn’t want to rush things; he wanted to give himself time to absorb every moment. Finally, he couldn’t stand waiting any longer and reached up to caress the side of her face. He had covered her bedroom windows with thick fabric to block any light, so he didn’t worry about blindfolding her. His hand moved from her check down her neck, slowly stroking her soft skin with his fingers. As he unbuttoned her shirt, he glimpsed her red lace bra peeking through the opening. He slid the silk off her shoulders and began to slowly massage her breast through her bra, causing the lace to stimulate her sensitive nipple.
She gasped as she felt the lace rubbing her nipple. She could feel it starting to harden under his touch, and she could feel her hormones stirring. She tried to concentrate on anything to keep from getting turned on, but the ball in her mouth and the steel binding her wrist just helped fuel the fire building in her. When he caught her nipple between his fingers and began to pinch, she had to bite down on the gag to keep from moaning.
He knew she was fighting her lustful body. He could see the tension in her neck and jaw and knew from experience just how turned on she was. He moved to her other breast, making sure to give it an equal amount of attention. After a few minutes, his hand moved lower, finding the hook and zipper on the side of her slacks, and in no time, her pants were pooling at her feet. He felt his erect cock throb in his jeans at the sight of her matching red lace thong. She was wearing his favorite bra and pants. He teasingly stroked the lightly tanned skin just above the waistband of her pants, letting his fingers slip just under the edge of the fabric.
She sucked in a breath, holding it, her stomach muscles quivering under his touch. She knew what was coming, and as much as she feared it, part of her wanted it. When his fingers found the damp material covering her pussycat, she moaned.
Hearing her moan, he knew he had her. He leaned in, kissing and biting her neck as his hands moved up to unhook her bra. He slid it off to join her shirt, which was hanging by her one-bound wrist. He licked and kissed his way down her chest to her breasts, running his tongue through the valley between them. He massaged both breasts with his strong hands, squeezing them together. He licked one of her nipples, flicking it repeatedly with the tip of his tongue. Sucking it into his mouth, he began biting, gently at first, then harder. At the same time, he trapped her other nipple between his fingers, rolling it back and forth and pulling it.
She moaned again, her free hand moving to the back of his head, holding him to her. She felt herself drowning in her arousal. She was almost certain she knew who he was, but at this point, she didn’t care if it was HIM or not. She pressed her hips forward against him, wanting to feel more of his body on hers.
He knew then that it was time. He pulled away from her, leaving her gasping to catch her breath. He took his time stripping his clothes off, his eyes never leaving her body. Next, he took the key that was hanging around his neck and unlocked the handcuff, massaging her wrist for a moment. He pulled her discarded shirt and bra from her, letting them drop to the floor. He laid her on the bed on her back, stretching her arms up over her head to handcuff them to the headboard. Moving back to the foot of the bed, he slid her thong down her legs, and it soon joined the rest of her clothes. He cuffed both ankles to the footboard and stood back to admire his handy work.
The chains that he’d attached to the bed were just long enough that her body was stretched out on the bed. He knelt between her widespread legs and leaned in, catching the scent of her arousal. He ran one fingertip along the lips of her pussycat, feeling her wetness coating his finger. He licked her juices from his finger, then began licking her dripping cunt. He started with her lips, licking up and down each of them before spreading them with his tongue.
She felt his tongue lick deeper with each stroke, flicking across her clitoral area every time.
She could already feel her orgasm building as he licked and sucked her pussy, knowing exactly what she liked and what would push her closer to climax.
He felt her thighs tighten and knew she was close. He pulled away then, moving up her body. He placed his hands on either side of her, just under her arms, bracing his weight on his arms. The head of his cock was at the opening of her pussy, barely touching her and teasing her more.
She pressed her hips up, wanting to feel his cock inside her and needing him to fuck her. Her jaw worked around the ball gag, wanting desperately to beg and plead with him to fuck her and make her cum.
He held back for a moment, barely able to keep his control, feeling how hot and ready she was for him. Finally, he thrust his hips, slamming his cock into her, his head hitting her cervix.
She came hard as he buried the full length of his thick cock into her. Her muscles tightened around his shaft, her body shaking.
He pulled out almost completely so that his head was barely inside her before thrusting back in. He fucked her slowly, making long, full strokes in and out of her soaking, wet cunt. He could feel her cum on the inside of her thighs and running down his balls. He felt her second orgasm just as her first was subsiding and began thrusting faster. His sweat mixed with hers as he fucked her harder and faster. He reached under her head, finding the snap to her gag, and released it, pulling the ball from her mouth. He kissed her hard, his tongue mingling with hers between their mouths. He felt his balls tighten just as she started to cum again. He thrust in as hard as he could, feeling his cock explode deep inside her. They collapsed together, his now-softening cock still in her pussycat.
“Oh God, baby, that was fucking incredible,” she moaned.
He chuckled softly. “When did you know it was me?”
“I’m not sure when exactly; I just knew.”
He kissed her again before pulling away. He uncuffed her wrists and ankles, massaging each one, and then pulled her into his arms.
