Good Things Come
by Godless One
Good Things Come by Godless One E-mail - [email protected]
A knock came upon the polished door of the apartment, echoing softly throughout the interior. Punctual, thought the young man within, standing near the small bar that lay between the kitchen and living room with a drink in hand. A sip was taken before he decided to answer the door, giving the caller a chance to wait a moment, adding perhaps to whatever suspense might be on the person's mind. He didn't delude himself into thinking that this sort of person would be breaking into a sweat, shivering and worrying and wondering what might be in store for them. It was the nature of their occupation that they be smooth as silk and strong as steel. In any case, his steps upon the carpet were near silent as he stepped towards the door, turning the latch-like handle and opening it.
Outside of said door stood a woman of natural, yet defined, beauty. Himself being a shade over six feet, he had more than a few inches of height on her, and she had to glance upwards a bit to catch his eyes. Dark brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, loose and soft, and sharp green eyes locked upon his without faltering. The long black coat she wore, buttoned up the front, left plenty to the imagination, though her legs from the knees down were visible, revealing heels a few inches up and sheer black stockings. A warming smile given, one that he reserved for certain moments, and a hand was extended her way. With a red-lipped smile, she took his hand and entered...the gazelle into the lion's den, he thought.
Leading her within, he would finish his drink en route, and offer to make her one along with his own. That oh-so-tempting smile of hers accompanied her agreement, and with a matching smile of his own, he made two more amaretto sours, placing one in her delicate hand. Their flesh touched for but a moment, but even that moment was enough to relay to his mind how soft and warm her flesh was. It led him to wonder just how soft it was in places that remained unseen.
Small talk commenced...an ultimately useless, but unfortunately necessary step in the process, so he liked to say. She seemed your typical call girl. Believing that she was strong, only doing the work because she has to, and seeming too intelligent to be involved in such work. It was becoming so cliché that he almost could finish her sentences for her...but he restrained himself. No two people were alike, but when it came to professions, that way of thinking became less effective. She told him that she'd gotten his address and number from a person named Roland at the... establishment... she worked for. When queried as to whether or not she read his full ad, she shook her head, and he had to laugh, albeit inwardly. Bless her, the girl just wasn't aware of what he was looking for at all, was she? It would lead to a more delicious scenario.
Another drink or two made and talk turning steamy; he invited her to the bedroom, seemingly to 'get down to business'. There would undoubtedly be more to it than that, she must have thought, as she asked what his pleasures were. Deciding to be vague, if not coy, he answered that he had a fondness for bondage... for taking control. Didn't seem to faze her all that much, which brought an inward smirk rather than a laugh. That's what she thought.
Once within the master bedroom, he closed the door, and came to stand before her. A calm, direct order issued from his lips for her to strip out of her coat. With a slight smile, she started working loose the buttons, from the top down she went. Once the coat was pooled in the floor at her feet, he was treated to the rest of her ensemble. A black silken dress with blue trim, the blue glimmering with a metallic quality such hugged her slender, yet ample curves. A dipping neckline revealed a modicum of cleavage...enough to entice without giving away the whole package. It was far from smutty, and that was a good thing. She had class... class went a long way. As she moved for the straps to her dress, he stayed her hand gently.
"No, not yet. Let me... savor this." His slight English accent and quiet tone made his voice very soothing to the ear. She shivered a bit, as such was whispered into her ear amidst a warm breath, but maintained her composure. Stepping behind her, his hands lightly ran along her shoulders, down bare arms, and back up. Though she did her best to make him work for it, or to play hard to get if you prefer, his touch did stir her up some, and that fact gave itself away when she spoke. "Mmmm... all right..."
His hands continued to stroke along her body, soon joined by his lips, which kissed lightly along her shoulder, neck, and ear. Taking in the fragrance of her chosen perfume, he sighed inwardly, soon starting to guide her wrists behind her. Whether she was just trying to be brave or not, she allowed it.
Mistake number one. She allowed it.
He backed her towards the dresser and drew open the top drawer. Reaching in, he found a strand of nylon rope and doubled it up, wrapping it neatly, yet effectively, around her wrists. Surprised, she struggled a bit, but soon seemed to force herself calm, allowing him to continue.
Mistake number two. She didn't fight.
"What are you doing...?" Her voice was slightly shaky as she turned to look over her shoulder, trying to see his skillful hands working upon her wrists.
"It's obvious... I'm tying your wrists," he replied, meeting her eyes with a firmer gaze. Her own widened, but she nodded and turned back around, forcing herself into a patient state. He was taking control of the situation flawlessly, but she probably thought that that was all.
"Open your mouth," came his order.
She hesitated.
"What, now you're having second thoughts?"
"N-no... of course not... but it'll cost you," her voice was a tad shaky, but she calmed it.
"Naturally. Now open."
And to the second order, she slowly complied.
Mistake number three. She denied herself her voice.
The red ball that was pushed deep into her mouth trapped any misgivings that remained within her. Red lips wrapped around the hard rubber, and the black leather straps dug a little into her soft skin. Buckled securely, she whimpered a bit at the tightness and tried to move the ball with her tongue. No dice. Now a moan came out as she tried working her wrists. They, too, were held in place.
At about this point, she turned to him with her eyes suddenly softer than normal. She tried to ask him to let her go, that she was getting scared, but all that came out was a long "Mmmmmph!" That brought nothing but satisfaction to his face, and he now guided her over to the bed and tried to bring her to sit. Now afraid indeed, she fought against him, and managed to get up and attempt to run for the door. The sight of it was amusing to him, but not so much that he allowed himself to get cocky and give her that opportunity. Moving swiftly, stepping in front of the door, she couldn’t stop from stumbling into him, awkward in her heels. A few growls of angry frustration emanated from behind the cherry red ball, and she flashed him an angry gaze with her eyes. Not at all impressed, he stood his ground and ordered, “Go to the bed. Now.”
She stood defiant before him, not budging an inch. He was not the sort of person who was very used to having his will resisted, and was therefore less than pleased when she denied his order. Grabbing a handful of her hair in his right hand, he wrapped it around his fist and forcefully drew her head back and pulled her in against him at the same time. A choked shriek pattered against the gag, but that was all. Those same eyes that flared with anger towards him before were now glazed over with delectable fear and he savored it. Her soft mewing from behind the ball was nothing short of a feast for his senses. “I will not tell you again, woman. Go to the bed.” And he shoved her away from him, almost knocking her over with the force of his discarding her. Perhaps she still had some rebellion within her, for she didn’t move again. The fear was prominent in her eyes, but even past that, she tried to hold her ground.
A touch past angry was he, and his left hand lashed out, catching her cheek with stunning force. It was hardly a debilitating blow, but it nevertheless shocked her to the point of a tear or two leaking from her eyes and the makings of a pink mark upon her left cheek. It was not his dominant hand, and perhaps that was a good thing for her at least. The order needed no more repeating she moved towards the bed and sat down, visibly trembling.
Now, he believed, he had her attention, and the moment wasn’t wasted. Fetching more ropes from the dresser drawer, he knelt in front of her and drew her slender legs together, doubling up the 12-foot-long rope and wrapping it about her slender ankles. Unable to bring herself to look upon the task, she closed her eyes and turned her head, perhaps wishing she’d asked for a bit more information before taking this call. He worked quickly, and soon had not only her ankles bound, but above her knees as well. The last task was to haul her up onto the bed, face down. Now she couldn’t help but look his way curiosity got the better of her, maybe? The final rope was in hand, at least for the time being, and it was used to tether her wrists to her ankles, placing her into an effective hogtie. She fought the ropes once he was finished, but it was little use his skill in using them was greater than her skill to escape them.
Whatever his plans for her now, they would apparently not be acted upon at least not at this moment. He left her to stew in his web, to struggle, to whimper, to wonder and removed himself from her presence. It was hard to leave her alone, though. So desirable she already was to him, just in sight alone. That desire was even more so now that she couldn’t move against him. Who knew what lay under that lovely shell though? What kinds of fantasies could he warp to his own ends? What kinds of memories could he give life through his hands? What kinds of fears could he prey upon like a wolf among sheep? Answers that he was willing to wait to have answered. Good things come to those who wait.
Isn’t that what they all say?
(This is a second attempt at a story for your site, the first one made
long ago with some success. If anyone reading likes the story, please
e-mail me and let me know, and if I get good responses, I'll try and continue
it.)
01.01.04