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Bondage Tales 7
(Traci Wilde)

"Do you really want me to stay for the weekend?" I finally said. 

"We should talk about that."

I knew it. He'd had me ??" and it was the hottest, fieriest sex I'd had in a long, long time ??" but now there was going to be some reason he couldn't keep me here, didn't want me to stay any longer, despite all that talk of spending the weekend with him. Hell, I might even find I don't have a job by Monday.

Tim sat, his hands resting on his legs, staring straight ahead, as if I weren't even there, next to him on his sofa. We stayed like that for several minutes, in silence. Then he turned to me, put his arm up on back of the sofa, his fingers playing through my hair.

"I have peculiar tastes, when it comes to...intimacy."

Okay, now I feel like he's about to give me some sort of speech straight out of a poorly written novel. I inhale deeply, then put my hand on his thigh ??" a little shiver ran through him when I did, which sent a tremble through me ??" then I decided to play along. I turned to him, a big smile spreading across my face.

"Peculiar? You're not going to tell me you're a billionaire playboy who enjoys tying women up and tormenting them, are you?"

He smiled, that welcoming, easy smile I'd witnessed so often at the office. "I'm nowhere close to a billionaire," he said. Then his smile faded. He stared at me, without comment, and I felt like his blue eyes were penetrating me, looking deep inside me. I couldn't look away, couldn't say anything ??" I'd never felt anything like it. I felt him wrapping his fingers up in my hair, then he began pulling my head back. His grip was incredibly strong, I tried holding still, but he pulled ??" not a yank or jerk, just a gradual, consistent pulling ??" until my neck was arched sharply, my face turned up toward the ceiling. 

He leaned over me, eyes staring into mine, then he pressed his lips to mine. I realized I'd been holding my breath, so I exhaled, my breath flowing into his mouth as his tongue slipped into mine, his other hand slipping into the slits of my dress, fingers playing along my leg, moving up, up, up, slipping inside my thong ??" I was still wet, mostly with is semen dripping inside me, but he didn't seem to mind ??" and he pressed his fingers inside me, a hard, savage wave of sudden arousal washing over me.

He pressed still harder, until it kind of hurt, an incredibly delicious mixture of pain and pleasure, swirling together, then running up and down my body, while he continued kissing, his mouth pressed hard to mine, tongue deep inside me, tasting, exploring, playing.

He broke the kiss, his mouth no more than an inch from mine.

"What I mean is I require absolute obedience when we're together. In the workplace, we're colleagues, nothing more, you do your job and the world is fine ??" but if you ever attempt to take advantage of this in the workplace, punishment will be severe. Outside of work, when we're together, you are mine, you exist for my sexual pleasure. Nothing more. Understood?"

Whoa. What the hell is this? I mean, I could be up for a little kinky fun here and there, but this is pretty intense. And a little scary.

I stared back into his eyes, not that I had much of a choice given how close our faces were, how firmly he held me. 

Damn, if I say no, then what? Will I still have a job Monday morning? I mean, he says so, but he owns the place, and I suspect no one goes up against Tim when he's made up his mind. Maybe he'd fire me and then I could sue ??" he might not be a billionaire, but he's got plenty. 

Truth is, I'm not sure I want to say no. Or yes. Or make any kind of decision. The way my life's been over the past two years, I'm just too tired, too worn out, too hurt, to care. So what if he's got this wicked, dark, kinky side no one knows about? Maybe that's just the price to pay for having a man touch me again, want me.

I look straight into his eyes.

"Ye...yes," I whisper.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I understand."

"I need to hear you say it. You want to be mine. You will exist only for my desires."

Somehow I felt like this was my last chance, that if I didn't do something, say something different, tell him to let me go, that I would lose myself here, find myself into something I'd never experienced, didn't understand. But, I couldn't think of a single reason not to...

He twisted his fingers a little tighter in my hair, sending little slivers of pain through me. At the same time, he pressed his fingers hard up in me, working his fingers down inside somehow and oh MY GOD. He did something I'd never felt, something I didn't know was possible, but damn ??" out of nowhere the hardest, most savage orgasm I'd ever felt exploded inside me. I gasped, groaned ??" my body was quivering, I mean every muscle shivering, as the most awesome, out-of-this world orgasm rushed through me. I can't even think of the words to describe what I felt in those moments.

"Oh my god, oh my god," I kept crying out, my voice little more than a hoarse whisper. 

He leaned forward and kissed me again, long and hard and passionately as the orgasm went on and on, seeming to bounce around inside my body. My heart was slamming inside me, lungs burning. I couldn't get enough oxygen, started feeling lightheaded ??" and then he pulled away, withdrawing his hand from inside me, breaking our kissing, relaxing (though not fully releasing) his grip on my hair. 

I gasped, my chest heaving, instinctively arching, lifting my hips toward him, wanting more. The orgasm had not yet run its course, and then it was suddenly over, like being interrupted in that moment before climax.

"Please, please, Tim..."

He tightened his grip on my hair, my neck craning again, my face toward the ceiling. He leaned over, so that only his face was visible in m field of vision.

"You know what I require. You're welcome to say no. You can leave, and Monday morning it will be as if none of this ever happened."

"And if I say yes?"

"Then you will be my pet, you'll exist as my sexual plaything. Some days I'll require your services, others you'll be on your own. You will always be free to walk way, to say no, to demand I stop. And I will, but if you ever say stop, if you refuse me, then it's over, forever. You'll maintain your job, nothing will change at the office so long as you perform your duties there satisfactorily, but outside of that we'll never be together again."

I wasn't sure what to say, how to react. I mean, damn, in just a short time here he'd already driven me insane ??" the first real, truly deep, satisfying orgasm I'd had in...hell, I couldn't remember. And then, what he did with his fingers ??" good God, I'd sell my soul for more of that.

But he wasn't asking for my soul. Just my body. And my obedience.

I guess he grew tired of waiting, because his hand slipped back under my dress, moving my thong aside, fingers pushing their way inside me, and then oh my god another oh so sharp wave of arousal...

"Yes," I said, breathless, caught up in the moment, unable to think clearly, to reason beyond the out-of-control orgasm shooting through my body. 

"What was that?"

"Yes!" I screamed. "Yes, yes, yes!" I arched my back hard, thrusting my hips forward to meet the movements of his hand, my legs wrapping around his hand, squeezing, as his fingers continued to send the jagged bolts of pleasure through my body.

I would give him anything, do anything.

If only I had understood then exactly what that would mean...