Submitting to Her(92)

Did this man know what he was doing? Brandon used to hurt her, used to inflict genuine pain - but he'd been an expert in avoiding permanent marks.

She trembled, but her nervous mouth ran away with itself, and she heard herself saying: "You need a knife to get a girl to do what you want?"

"I'm just lazy," he said, slipping the edge under the thin band of material on her other hip, slicing through once again so that Zoey's panties flopped down, held only between her thighs. "And I want you to go home to your hubby without any panties on."

"Want to really rub it in his face, huh?"

"I'm sure he'd prefer you to rub this in his face," he said, suddenly seizing her body with one arm while his other hand squeezed her pussy as though claiming ownership.

She shivered as he started to move his finger inside her, forcefully, but seeming to take care that all contact was well lubricated with her moisture. He located her clit, sending all kinds of pulsating bursts of energy through her body, but as Zoey gasped from the intensity of the sensation, she suspected that the strangeness of the situation was partly to blame for her ridiculous over-sensitivity, along with the slight sense of uncertainty and fear from his brutal bearing - it wasn't just his particular skills in touching her.

He twisted her arm behind her back as he continued to penetrate her with his fingers, the pain shooting through from this new arm lock, somehow emphasizing the sensations exploding from between her legs, and to her mild surprise, she slipped over into a mild climax.

It made her shriek and her legs go weak, so that he had to hold her up to keep her from falling, most of her weight supported by his hand gripping her slippery pussy.

"Oh fuck," she breathed, but then he let her fall, collapse into a heap beneath his feet.

"Get up," he barked, grabbing her hair and her breast, shocking her by his brutality. But she refused, stayed on the ground, on her knees, face down, forehead touching the carpeted floor, just breathing.

"Very well," he said. "You leave me no choice."

She offered no protest as he hauled one arm and then the other behind her back - she was still recovering, sucking in oxygen. Then she felt him binding her wrists together, and although it was more than a little unnerving considering the fact that she had no idea what he was doing, or how far he believed he could go with her during this encounter, it was mildly amusing to her that he was apparently using the cord from a hotel bath robe.

"That's good," she heard him say, and wasn't sure if he was referring to his own handiwork in tying her up, or her submissive, pliant response.

He grasped hold of her ankles, and pulled her legs straight out from under her so she slumped down, lying stretched out, belly-to-floor. Another bathrobe cord, and her ankles were bound, too. He did it well - she wasn't getting out of those, but they didn't really hurt her as they squeezed around her flesh.

"You think you'd meet a guy like me today when you shaved your pussy this morning?"

"I don't know," she said. "I guess."

"You guess?" He chuckled. "You're not picky, then. You shave your pussy every time you come to a conference? Kind of dirty, huh? Your husband must dread it every time you're away."

"I never did this before."

Suddenly, she felt him grab her hair, pulling it back by her ponytail, forcing her up, onto her knees. He flicked the catch on her bra, and was gone in a flash. Didn't use the knife, then. Harder to cut through a supportive bra strap, and he was lazy - self-confessed.

He squeezed her bare breasts, pinched her nipples a little harder than she'd liked, though a few moments in she started to think she actually liked it that way after all. The rough treatment seemed to shoot little shocks through her flesh right down to her pussy, tingling in between her legs.

There was nothing she could do about it with her hands tied firmly behind her back, anyhow. Might as well get what pleasure she could from it all.

Then he was unfastening his belt and his fly, and she felt that little skip of her heart as he pulled out his impressively large cock. Shock mixed with arousal. Oh, but will Aiden really forgive this? She was all fear again.

"Here," the stranger said. "You see how hard you make me?"

With one hand he held her under her jaw as she knelt there in front of him. With the other, he rubbed his huge staff over her delicate pale face, trailing the engorged tip over her soft skin, desecrating the beauty and purity of her pretty features with his beast, which now seeped clear pre-come.

"You know what to do?"

She nodded. "Yes, sir." Surprised at herself, at how suddenly so submissive she was after her glimmer of rebellious thought.