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The Visit
by Lobo De La Sombra
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Storycodes: M/f; bond; tape; gag; tease; torment; denial; frustration; cons; X
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The Visit by Lobo De La Sombra M/f; bond; tape; gag; tease; torment; denial; frustration; cons; X
 

“Hey you.” Smiling, he wrapped his arms around her. Gladly, she returned both smile and hug, and for long moments, they simply stood in the doorway holding each other. Eyes closed, face pressed against his shoulder, she realized suddenly how much she had missed the feel of his touch. When his arms finally loosened, she moaned her disappointment, but loosened her own hold.

“And what are you doing here?” Still held loosely in his arms, she smiled.

“I thought you might like to come down for a visit.”

“And you didn’t tell me beforehand because……?”

Her smile widened. “I wanted to surprise you.”

“Well, you succeeded.” Before she could reply, his lips covered hers, his arms tightening around her once again. Eyes drifting closed, she returned the kiss deeply, luxuriating in how he held her. Finally, after far too short a time, the kiss ended.

“Well,” he said, releasing her and stepping back, “I guess this means I need to get ready.”

Absently she nodded, glancing around her. As always when she entered this room, she felt the need to move things, clean things. This man was many things, but organized was not one of them. A hand on her arm interrupted her thoughts.

“Come with me.” Leading her across the room, he drew the chair from in front of his computer, turning it and pushing it behind her. At a slight nudge, she dropped into the chair, watching as he turned to lean over his bed, opening the drawer on the bedside table. When he turned back, he held two pieces of leather in his hand.

“What are you going to do with that?” she asked, watching as he moved behind her, then dropped to his knees.

“You’ll see,” was his answer, and then she felt his hand on her right ankle, drawing her foot back beneath the chair. She felt the leather encircle her ankle, drawing snug. Quickly, he left ankle was similarly encircled. Next, she felt her feet drawn back further, followed by a pair of soft clicks. His hands released her ankles, and he stood.

Experimentally, she tried to pull her feet forward, and, as, she expected, failed. Her ankles were now connected by something that passed behind the center support of the chair, holding her feet back and up. Puzzled, she watched as he took up a roll of duct tape.

“Um, I’m not sure if we can really take time for this,” she said uncertainly, offering no resistance as he taped her right wrist to the arm of the chair. Her left wrist was soon secured as well.

“I agree.” At her puzzled look, he smiled, glancing around the room. “This is just to keep you from starting anything you don’t have time to finish.”

“But I can help,” she insisted. “I can get things, help you pack. Just let mmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmm nnnnnnnnn mnnnnnph!”

Smiling, he checked the gag to make sure it wasn’t too tight. “There,” he said. “That should keep you. Now you just sit there while I get ready.” Pausing, he eyed her, and at the gleam in his eye, she felt her breath catch. Reaching down, he unbuttoned her shirt, the pulled her bra up to expose her breasts. For a long moment, his fingers lingered, stroking the soft skin, gently pinching her nipples. Then he stepped back, smiling yet again at her soft moan.

“On second thought, he said, “you can help.” Turning, he picked up an empty duffel bag and dropped it in her lap. “You can hold the bag.”

As he turned away once more, she grunted a curse through the gag. Damn him. She could already feel the dampness begin to build between her thighs. He knew what this kind of thing did to her, and she knew he was enjoying her plight very much.

Scowling, she watched as he stripped off his shirt, his feet kicking free of his slippers. Turning toward her, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweats and tugged down. Her eyes widened as she realized that he wore nothing underneath. She whimpered softly, staring at his erection, watching it bounce softly as he kicked free of the sweats. Unconsciously, she spread her knees slightly, opening her thighs in a silent gesture that was both invitation and plea.

Much to her disappointment, he turned and began gathering up clothing. Folding a pair of slacks, he stepped in front of her and placed them into the bag, leaning forward to suckle one hard nipple as he did so. Once satisfied with the placement of the slacks, he began folding a shirt.

By the time all his clothes were packed, she felt as if she were ready to explode. Her nipples, so gently teased and sucked with each article of clothing, were so hard they almost hurt, and she knew there was a large and growing wet spot on the chair beneath her.

Once the bag was zipped closed and deposited on the floor beside her, he turned back toward the bed. Kneeling on the mattress, he took up another bag and began filling it with items from the drawer. Once the second bag was filled, he stood once more in front of her.

Now, she thought, staring at his erection. Now he would finally take care of her. Instead, ignoring her moans of need, he quickly dressed himself. Shocked by his apparent indifference to her need, she sat quietly as he removed the cuffs from her ankles, tucking them into the second bag. Her gag soon followed, along with the roll of duct tape. This done, he gently drew her bra down over her breasts, then buttoned her shirt. Finally, he freed her hands.

“I think we’re ready to go,” he said, smiling gently as she staggered to her feet. Without a word, he handed her the lighter bag that contained his clothing. Without thinking, she closed her fingers around the handles.

Leaning forward, he kissed her gently, deftly avoiding her attempts to deepen that kiss. “We’ll finish this when we get to your place,” he whispered into her ear, then turned and drew her from the room.

It seemed a miracle that she made it to her van. Her knees seemed ready to collapse with every step. It seemed she had never been this aroused before; never needed him so badly. Somehow, she managed to stay on her feet until he tucked her into the passenger seat of the van.

“I think I’ll drive,” he said with a soft smile, fastening her belt. Drawing back, he brushed his hand over her breasts, and, even through her clothing, the touch was enough to make the world seem to waver in front of her eyes. By the time her vision cleared, he was seated beside her, and the van was moving. He glanced over at her, and at the combination of love and lust she saw in his eyes, she quietly gave voice to the only clear thought in her mind.

“Please drive faster.”

 

12.03.11

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