A Little Tied Up (3 page)

She couldn't answer. He was her kidnapper. If she admitted she liked what he was doing, it might piss him off. Worse, he might stop doing it. She shook her head, then reconsidered and nodded. Hell, she didn't know how to respond.

“No, you don't like it? Yes, you do? Or you don't have any clue what you like?”

He squeezed. “Nice tits. I wonder what you'd do if I tried to suck on them. These nipples of yours are pretty much begging for something.”

They were, but she wasn't sure she dared to find out what that something was. Joseph wouldn't hurt her on purpose; she knew that, but what if he got carried away?

As a kidnapper, he wasn't supposed to be gentle with her. Criminals played rough. Which wasn't necessarily a bad thing; a little roughness could be kind of fun. A little. She knew her husband well, knew every move he made in the bedroom. It had been a long time since he'd varied it in any way. But now he had chosen to try something new, and it disconcerted her. She had no idea what to expect. She would never be afraid of her husband; of course not. But not knowing what would happen next made her more than a little leery. And more than a little aroused. Her pussy was wet, she could feel it. She wished she could close her legs before he noticed. If the sight of her hard nipples got him going, who knew what he might do if he saw moisture between her legs? Could he even see it? She'd never wondered before. She knew when she was excited because she could feel herself become wet, and she knew Joseph knew because he touched her and felt the moisture with his fingers. If all he did was look, not touch, would he see anything?

Why hadn't she ever thought of that in five years of marriage? Joseph's role-play was having more of an effect than she'd expected when she'd agreed to it. Maybe more than he'd thought, too.

He grasped her chin and tilted her head so she had to look him in the eye. “Don't you dare zone out on me when I'm talking to you. You like this? You like being tied here, knowing I can do whatever the fuck I want to you?”

“I . . . .”

“Answer me. Do you like this? Is it turning you on?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“I don’t think I heard that. Did you just say yes?”

“Yes.” She raised her voice slightly.

“I knew you were a slut the moment I first saw you. No wonder you didn’t fight harder when I snatched you. You probably wanted this the whole time, didn’t you?”

When she didn’t answer, he pinched her nipples. “Didn’t you?”

“I-I don’t know. I don’t know what I thought would happen.” That was the truth, at least. She’d had no clue what he would do. Once he broke that window, all bets had been off. Joseph was obsessive about keeping the house in good shape. If she couldn’t count on that, she couldn’t count on anything about him. Which was exciting as hell.

“I didn’t ask what you thought would happen, bitch. I asked what you wanted. Did you want me to strip you? Play with you?” He ran a finger down to her pussy.

“Did you want me to fuck you?”

“I don’t know!”

“Don’t lie to me, slut. I can tell you want it by the way you’re looking at me. Sweet, innocent brown eyes, but there’s a whore behind them, isn’t there? You love the idea of fucking me. I probably could have bent you over the car in your driveway and taken you right there and you wouldn’t have cared, would you?”

To hide how aroused his words made her, she resorted to humor. “Yeah, I would have. The neighbors probably would have called the police, and I can’t afford an arrest for indecent exposure.”

“Oh, so you’re a wise ass now, huh?” He pulled his belt off his jeans. “I should knock that smart-ass look right off that pretty face of yours.”

As if he would hit her with a belt. Even the smack on her ass earlier had been extreme for him. He wouldn’t go any farther than that.

Would he? Nolie couldn’t be sure. “Sorry.”

“Yeah, you sure are sorry. Let’s try this again, and don’t be a smart mouth this time or you will get a belt across your thighs. Unless I decide to aim higher. What did you think when I grabbed you in your house, huh? Were you scared or did it make you horny?”

“Both.”

“Good. You told the truth for once. So what would you do if I bent your ass over that chair and fucked you hard?”

She would probably fall down, but she bit back that reply. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t, huh? Well, maybe we’ll find that out. But I think I’m going to have a little fun with you first.” He traced her arms with the end of the belt. “Sexy bitch. Nice, toned arms. Wonder what you’d think if I whacked them?”

“I’m not into pain.”

“I don’t think I gave you that choice, did I?” He raised the belt and brought it down, but stopped before it made contact with her bare skin. “It would be a very good idea for you to remember who’s in charge here, got it?”

“I got it.” She breathed deeply, trying to slow her heartbeat. The adrenaline that had rushed through her when he’d swung the belt still surged. For a second, she’d thought he would really hit her.

“Smart slut.” He dangled the belt so it slid down over her breasts to her mound.

“Definitely prime meat. You like to fuck, bitch?”

“I like to fuck my husband.”

“Yeah? You’re married, huh? Bet he has a hell of a time dealing with a whore like you. He probably doesn’t know what to do with you, does he? Bet he just sits there and watches the news and wishes he could fuck your brains out.”

Had he forgotten he was talking about himself? Or was that how he really felt?

Sure, their sex life had suffered lately, but he did more than watch the news. They talked; they communicated better than most of the couples Nolie knew. As for whether Joseph knew what to do with her when they did make love, she had no complaints.

“You must not know my husband,” she said. “He’s a wonderful, caring man, and he’s great in bed.”

“Yeah? Then why didn’t you fight me off?”

How the hell could she answer that? He was her husband! But saying so wouldn’t be part of the game, and would probably earn her another scare with the belt. It took her a moment to come up with an appropriate reply. “You scared me. You were too strong for me, and I thought I’d get hurt if I tried to fight you.”

“Of course. Poor weak little woman, right? What would your husband think if he knew where you are right now? If he knew you were all tied up and naked like this?”

“I don’t know.”

“Really? I thought you knew him pretty well.”

“I do. But I don’t know what he’d think.”

“Bet he wouldn’t be too thrilled, huh? A strange man looking at his naked wife?”

The end of the belt tickled between Nolie’s legs. “Or maybe he’s the kind who’d be turned on by it. Who knows? Maybe I should send you back to him all filled up with my cum. What would you think about that, slut?”

“When a stranger fucks someone, he should use protection.” Not that she and Joseph did, of course, but if he was playing the part of a stranger he should play the whole part.

“You’re a faithful wifey. You shouldn’t have any disease I’d need to worry about, and as far as whether you might catch something from me, too damn bad. After a little playtime, I’m going to fill that hot cunt of yours with my cum whether you want it or not.”

She shuddered as more moisture joined what was already between her legs. Joseph had never spoken to her that way, but now she wished he had. Their sex life might not have gotten so stale if he’d taken charge like this sooner. No, that wasn’t fair. They’d both played a part in allowing the excitement to dim. Neither of them had tried to take charge; neither had tried to do anything to keep the flame burning. Wasn’t that what this game was all about? It was time to change things, and after this she definitely had some ideas for changes she wanted to make. He pulled the belt away from her then let it swing lightly against her pussy. The contact jolted her, but was far from painful. She felt herself tighten in anticipation. Would he touch her now? Surely he must notice how turned on she was, how much she wanted his hands on her, even if she was supposed to pretend she didn’t want him at all.

Again he let the belt swing against her. A tingle spread through her, centered between her legs. She ached for him. Goddamn it, when would he give her some relief?

“You want to come, don’t you?”

Nolie nodded. No point in hiding it. Maybe if she admitted it, he’d be nice and get her off.

“Ask, bitch. Beg me to let you come.”

“Please.”

He tapped the belt against his hand. “That’s the best you can do? I said beg!”

She had never begged for anything from him, but the words tumbled from her mouth as though on their own. “Please. Oh, god, please let me come! I’m so turned on right now I can’t stand it. Please don’t make me feel like this anymore. Please let me get off.”

“That’s a good little slut.” He pressed a finger against her clit. A shock shot through her entire body. “Like that?”

“Yes, please!”

He rubbed her hard with his finger. He’d never touched her so roughly before, and it hurt, but pleasure overwhelmed the pain. She exploded and felt more wetness in her pussy. “Fuck me!”

His finger touched her lips. “Clean it off.”

Tentatively, she licked his finger. Her juices tasted less odd than she’d expected. He thrust the finger into her mouth. “Suck it. Show me what you want to do to my dick.”

She lightly sucked the finger and swirled her tongue around its tip, just as she’d always done when she’d given Joseph blow jobs. His eyes lit with pleasure. “I bet you’re a good little cocksucker, aren’t you, bitch?”

How could she answer with his finger in her mouth? She looked up at him and kept sucking. He laughed. “Yeah, you’re devoted to what you’re doing, that’s for sure. I think I should find out what you do with a cock.”

He stepped away from her, unfastened his pants, and pushed them down just enough to show her his rock-hard cock. “You want this in your mouth?”

“Yes.” Nolie wished she could stroke it. It looked harder than it had ever been, as though he would erupt the moment she touched him. But even though only one of her hands was cuffed, she wouldn’t touch him without permission.

“You let that husband of yours come in your mouth?”

As far as she knew, he had never wanted to. Whenever Nolie sucked his dick, he made her stop before he came. She’d often wondered what his cum would taste like, but he’d never allowed her the chance to find out. Would she have that chance now?

“I’d let him if he wanted.”

“Really? And would you let me if I wanted?”

“You’re a stranger. Why would I let a stranger come in my mouth?”

“Because I’m going to ram my dick down your throat and fuck your mouth till I come anyway, so you might as well agree to it. Might be more enjoyable for you that way.”

Without letting her reply, he stepped up to her and forced her head down to his cock. “Open wide, bitch.”

She opened her mouth and he pushed in his hard shaft, just far enough to make her gag. He pulled back a little and grasped her head with both hands. “I’m going to fuck your face. Don’t gag, just suck, and only use your mouth. No hand. Got it?”

She nodded, as much as she could with his hands holding her head, and brushed her tongue against his cock. He groaned softly and began a slow thrusting movement in and out of her mouth. It wasn’t easy to keep up her licking and sucking when he was the one moving his cock, but she did her best. He didn’t seem to mind her awkwardness; his eyes closed and he made small noises of pleasure as he moved. A salty taste touched Nolie’s tongue. The precum she’d read about? It wasn’t anything she’d tasted from Joseph before, but she liked it.

“Oh, fuck. You are good at sucking dick, aren’t you?” His hands twined in her hair. “Keep it up. I’m almost there. You want my cum to slide down your throat?”

She couldn’t answer, if course, but it wouldn’t have mattered if she had. Between her lips, she felt his cock twitch. His breathing grew harsh and heavy, and then he said,

“I’m coming.”

Sweet, salty liquid filled her mouth, and instinctively she swallowed. He withdrew from her mouth and picked up her shirt. First he wiped his cock with it, then he wiped her mouth. “Good job, slut. Did you like how that tasted?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah? Good. Now listen carefully. I’m going to untie your legs and uncuff you. If you try to hit me, kick me, or anything like that, I’ve still got the belt. Understand?”

He undid the handcuff, then bent and untied the scarf.

Slowly, so he wouldn’t think she was trying to kick him, Nolie straightened her legs. Her knees were stiff from being forced into the same position for so long. Joseph watched her for a moment then yanked her to her feet and around the chair. “Bend over.”

“What?”

He spun her around and pushed her against the back of the chair, then cuffed her wrists together again. “Bend over, bitch. Get your ass in the air. I’m going to take you from behind and I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll want to scream. But you’d better not make a sound, because if anyone hears you and calls the front desk, you’ll have all hell to pay.”

His hands pressed down on her shoulders until she was bent over the back of the chair so far her face almost touched the seat. With her hands cuffed, she couldn’t support herself, but he held her up with one arm. She felt his cock against her ass. He was hard again already? Usually after one orgasm, he fell asleep, and even when he didn’t, he claimed it took him too long to recover to have sex a second time. But it was definitely his hardness she felt against her. He lined himself up with her opening. “Ready for the fuck of your life, bitch?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t think I heard you.”

“Yes,” she said hoarsely. “Fuck me.”

He brought his hand down hard on her ass. “Ask nicely.”

She whimpered. “Please fuck me. Please fuck me hard.”

“That’s better.”

Abruptly, he rammed his cock into her. Without a second’s pause, he began a frenzied pace of thrusts, driving into her so hard she would have hit her head on the chair’s seat if he hadn’t held her. In this position, Nolie could do nothing but stand there as he used her. It was one hell of a rush.