Now, I was stretched out on the bed, blindfolded, my arms and legs were secured tight, and I couldn’t move an inch. I couldn’t wait to see what was next. I was trying to listen to what he was doing in the other room. I could hear keys moving around, and some other noises, but I couldn’t tell what he was doing. My pussy started getting wet. I felt like it was opening up, but there was no one in here with me.
I was thinking of what could be next, and I was fantasizing of Erik, and what he might do. I wanted him to come kiss me and tease me, making me want him more and more than I already did. I heard the keys again, and then the front door opened and closed. I heard the door lock, and then footsteps.
No. No. No. Do not leave me here like this. No. God fucking damn you Erik Ead.
I tried to wrestle myself loose from the restraints, but I could not move at all. I was stretched tight, my arms in one direction, and my legs in another. I could not open my eyes or see anything at all. I wanted to cry.
Why didn’t he say anything before he left? Where did he go? Was this part of the game? Making me wonder? I was uncomfortable. Not uncomfortable with how I was tied up, I actually like how it felt, but I was uncomfortable with the fact that Erik was gone, and I was home tied up, alone. I tried to count in my head, so I had some concept of time, and how long he was gone.
I counted One, one-thousand, two, one-thousand, three, one-thousand, four, one-thousand until I got to about six hundred. At six hundred, I heard a nose downstairs in the street. It was people walking by and talking. I tried to listen to what they were saying. I could tell that it was a man and a woman, but not what they were saying for sure.
It was Wednesday night. There was not much going on in Old Town on a Wednesday, so there was not a lot of foot traffic below my bedroom window. Maybe it was Thursday. I couldn’t remember for sure. I tried to count the days of the week, and wasn’t sure how many I had worked this week. Wednesday or Thursday, it did not really matter.
I heard the air conditioner kick on and start to blow. The air felt cool on my thighs and stomach. I wanted to cover up. I wanted Erik to come back and tell me why he left. I wanted a drink. I was thirsty. How long have I been laying here?
I was laid down onto the bed and blindfolded. Erik told me to lay still and be a good girl. I laid here for quite a while, and he came back and tied me up. Then he left. No, he went in the other room, and walked around and then left. He went to the bathroom, and then he went in the other room. Yeah, that’s what happened. He tied me up, and then he went into the bathroom, used the bathroom, flushed the toilet, and then I heard the keys. After I heard the keys, I heard the door close and lock.
How long would all of that take?
I didn’t have a drink before we walked into the bedroom. The last time I had a drink, we were in the kitchen after we ate. I wonder if he had me eat the salad because he knew I would be tied here alone forever, and he didn’t want me to be full of food. No, that doesn’t really make sense. But, I had water with my salad. How long ago was that? Two hours. I needed a drink.
What if I became parched and my lips cracked because I was here with no water?
Oh. My. God. What if I have to pee? I’m going to have to hold it. What if I can’t hold it? I’d pee in my bed. Oh yuck, that’s gross. I can’t pee in the bed. I will hold it if I have to pee. I’m so thirsty, I need a drink.
My eyes itch. I need to scratch my eyes. Someone needs to scratch my eyes. Scratch my eyes and give me a drink. If I have a drink, it will make me pee. I don’t want a drink. All I need is my eyes scratched. That’s’ it. If someone would come scratch my eyes, I would be fine. If someone could scratch my eyes, they could untie me, so it wouldn’t matter.
If someone untied me or scratched my eyes, they would see me naked. No, that’s not going to happen. No one except for Erik is seeing me naked. I didn’t need anything. I could lay here for a lot longer and need absolutely nothing. Nothing at all. There was blindfolding me, tying my arms, and then he left. That’s when…no, wait. We had salad. And then we came into the room. And then, there was the blindfolding. And. I counted to six hundred. Six hundred seconds is sixty minutes, there’s sixty minutes in an hour, so I counted for an hour.
I have been here, tied up for hours. What did I do? Did I make him mad at me? Did I deserve this?
What did I do? When did I make him mad? When?
We ate sushi on Tuesday, and on the way here, I sucked his cock in the car. He didn’t cum. We got here, and we had sex, and fell asleep on the couch. On Sunday we watched movies. I didn’t do anything on Sunday that was bad.
Oh, maybe the blowjob in the car? Maybe it was that. Maybe I made him mad because I didn’t make him cum. He came when we had sex. Before we fell asleep on the couch. But maybe he wanted me to make him cum in the car. I don’t ever want him to be mad at me. I don’t want him to be disappointed in me, ever. I didn’t make him cum in the car when we left the sushi place.
That’s it, this is
punishment
. I deserve it, I am so stupid. I should have demanded we stay in the parking garage until he came. He wanted to cum, and I didn’t do it. I gave up too early. It was a test and I failed. I am so stupid. God, I am so stupid. I am so sorry, Erik. I am so, so sorry.
Wait. Six hundred seconds. That’s six hundred seconds. That’s. There’s sixty seconds in a minute, so divide. Divide. Divide six hundred by sixty. Sixty goes into six hundred. Ten.
Ten.
Ten what?
Six hundred seconds.
Ten fucking minutes. You’re such an idiot. You’ve been here ten minutes. Well, no. You’ve been here ten minutes, plus everything else.
Thirty minutes.
Maybe an hour.
This was so disappointing. Not Erik, but me. I was so disappointed in myself that I didn’t make him cum that day in the car. How stupid
am
I?
God, please make Erik come back. No, God, please let Erik forgive me for being so stupid. No, no…no. Stop. Stop. I’m not stupid. Well, I am stupid, but I don’t want to say ‘stupid’ in a prayer.
God, please let Erik forgive for making the mistakes that I so easily make. Let me be a better person, and make good decisions for Erik, like a good girl. Let Erik see that I am not a bad girl, and that I always want to do whatever I can to make him happy, above all. Above all except you, God. In your name, Amen.
I woke up. I think I woke up. I
may
have been asleep. Maybe I wasn’t asleep. I am not sure what is going on. I’m hearing noises. There’s someone in the kitchen. Oh my God. Someone is in the kitchen.
It’s got to be Erik. He came to untie me. My punishment is over.
What if it’s not Erik?
Lay here and be quiet. Be quiet in case it’s not Erik. Be quiet, Kelli. Be quiet.
The footsteps are getting closer. Someone is in the room, I can hear them breathing. It’s really dark, maybe they won’t see me.
I felt a hand on my thigh, and I twitched.
“Erik?”
“Erik, is that you?”
“Erik?”
“Who the
fuck
are you?”
“Motherfucker, if Erik finds out you were here, he’s going to fucking kill you. Erik Ead, he’s a fucking bad-ass, and he’s going to cut your fucking throat, do you hear me?”
I felt a finger on my face. It was on my lips. I spit at it.
“Get your hands off of me, asshole. I am serious, he’s going to find you, and he’s going to cut you in little fucking bitty pieces.”
The hand covered my mouth. I felt pressure on the bed, and heard breathing next to my head. By my face.
“Shhhhhh,” the voice said.
“Shhhhhh,” it said again.
I felt a hand on my thigh. It moved closer to the inside of my thigh. It slowly creased against my pussy. I felt a finger touch my pussy lips.
Oh my God, I am soaked. I am so wet. Why am I wet? I shouldn’t be wet. I shouldn’t. I can’t see this person. It isn’t Erik. It is Erik, Erik is playing a game. What if it’s not Erik? Cross your legs, Kelli. Cross your legs.
I can’t cross my legs…they are tied to the bed posts.
Fuck.
The finger slid into my wet pussy. Oh God. It is so wet. I could feel the wet dripping down my crotch and in between my butt cheeks.
Oh God, this isn’t happening.
The finger slid in and out, slowly. In and out. Another finger started to tickle my clit, while the finger was sliding in and out of my pussy.
Oh God, no. This feels so good. Why does it feel so good? I have no idea who this is. Oh God.
Another finger is starting to slide in. Oh God. Oh God. It is so wet, and so tight. His fingers are huge. My stomach muscles tightened and released, then again. I pulled my hands against the restraints, but I could not move. As I pulled against the restrains, my muscles tightened, and contracted. I stopped fighting, and let him…
Oh God. Yes. Slide them in and out. Oh my God. In and out. Slowly fuck me with those fingers. Please make me cum. Make me cum. Slowly.
The other finger was rubbing my clit, and getting a faster rhythm. The fingers were sliding in and out faster. Oh God. He’s going to make me cum. Oh my God.
The fingers sliding in and out feel
so
good.
I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum.
I bit my lower lip as I felt myself start to climax. My stomach muscles tightened, and my body jumped up and down on the bed as I came over and over and over. This was insane.
Holy fuck, I am still cumming. Oh. My. Fucking. God.
As I started to cum, his fingers began to slide in and out faster, and so deep I could feel his hand against me when they slid all the way in. Faster and faster, they slid in and out. I continued to have orgasm after orgasm.
Fuck yes. Keep fingering that pussy. Fucking slide those fingers….Oh God, yes.
In and out…..Yes, in and….oh, my God.
Yes. Yes.
Yes. Deeper. Oh fuck. God. Yes. Holy God.
I have never felt an orgasm like that. I could feel the cum running down my inner thighs and onto the bed as his fingers slid in and out. I felt wet under my butt. The fingers kept sliding in and out. Slowing down, but sliding in and out. I could hear my wetness.
Wet, slippery sounds as they slid in and out, his pace beginning to slow down.
He’s moving in between my legs. I can feel his thighs between my legs.
Oh God, he is huge. The head is pressing against my lips. It’s not going to fit. There’s no way. Oh. My. God. Please stop, you’re going to rip me.
Oh. My. God. He’s in. It feels sooooo good. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me like a dirty whore. Fuck my little slut pussy. Fuck me hard.
He began to find his rhythm. In and out. His fingers touched my nipples. I flinched, and
squeaked.
No, Kelli, be quiet, he said to “shhhh”.
His cock feels so good. He’s going inside of me so deep. I can feel his balls against my butt crack when he goes all the way in. Oh my God, his cock is so long, I can feel it in my chest. Fuck yes, yes…fuck me.
Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me fuck me
.
I could feel every inch of his cock. Sliding in deep, and sliding back out, all the way out. The soft tip piercing my lips again, and sliding in slowly…It was so dark, and I could feel so much of his cock…the friction.
God, fuck me….holy fucking…fucking fuck, yes. Oh God, yes.
Harder. Deeper. All the way in. Pinch my nipples. Squeeze my huge tits. Suck them.
“Suck my tits, bite my nipples, suck them,” I screamed.
“Shhhh,” the voice said.
“No, suck them. Suck my titties. Bite my nipples. Squeeze them. Fuck me harder. Fuck me….oh God, please fuck me…”
I felt his hands around my neck. They began to squeeze my neck as he continued fucking me. Tighter and tighter they squeezed.
Oh God, I like this. It’s so exciting. God, I fucking love this. Choke me. Choke me. Fuck me harder. Shove me full of cock and choke me. God yes.
His hands squeezed harder, and held my neck tight.
As he held my neck firm, he pounded in and out of my pussy. His cock sliding inside of me made me feel as if I was being fucked for the last time in my life. One last time. This. Felt. So. Good.
Please, keep fucking me.
He began to fuck me harder and harder, faster, deeper, and found a new rhythm. He was going so deep, his balls were hitting my butt crack and I could feel him all the way up to my throat. I felt relief for a second as he slid out, and then he would slide right back in…Oh, God, I can’t take this. He bit my nipple….and bit the other.
Back and forth, his mouth on my nipples. Licking and sucking…nibbling.
In and out. In and out…Oh, my God. Yes, fuck me.
I’m going to cum again, oh fuck, here it comes. I am going to cum. God yes. Squeeze my neck you son-of-a-bitch. Oh my fucking God, yes. Go….go…..go….make me cum….go…go….fuck yes, fuck me.
He kept up the rhythm, slowly sliding in and out, I began to climax, and I started to cum. It felt as if I were being electrocuted from the inside out - slowly and softly as I continued to have small orgasms from the outside…and it increased as he thrust in and out. The electricity got more and more intense, and he began to…