Behind Closed Doors

Theresa sighed softly as she laid back on the couch in the club, looking around. Soft crimson tiers rubbed together as her jade orbs glanced around. She had met a few people, but, as usual, nothing really interesting caught her eye. She sighed as she stood up, stilettos clacking against the floor as she made her way to the doors. She was, however, abrubtly stopped by the voice of a guy who stood about 6'2" on a muscular frame that was hugged by tight clothing. He spoke softly and deeply, dark black hair and unforgettable piercing blue eyes watched her... "Going so soon...?" She cocked a brow, "Looked around...haven't found anything interesting..." He shrugged, "Maybe I could interest you." He smiled, introducing himself as Scott. He proceeded to suggest they go to his place for coffee. She shrugged, figuring his demeanor nice enough to keep company. She followed him out of the club and to a cab, where he proceeded to take her to his place. The complex was very nice, a uniformed old man opening the sleek glass doors for them. They made their way to the 23rd floor, where his apartment resided.

They smiled and talked for a bit, things going quite well. She had to admit, he was charming and in some sort of off way, strangely erotic. She smiled, making subtle advances on him and he, in turn, reciprocated her desire. He smiled, finally making the first concrete suggestion. "Would you like to play a game, Theresa?" She smiled a bright, flashy smile. "Sure." He grinned, nodding..."You'll have to trust me, though..." She shrugged, nodding as he slowly slipped that small tank top, which accentuated her ample bust, off, setting it neatly aside as her bra was next removed, also set aside carefully. The meticulous nature by which he undressed her was stragely exiting to her, as though he were in control of every aspect of the encounter. He left her in nothing but stilettos, smiling as he slipped a blindfold over her eyes, leaving her completely in the dark. She didn't protest, however...the whole scene was quite exciting to her, really. He proceeded by binding her hands together at the wrist, tying her against a pillar that resided next to the coffee table, grinning as he left her no room for movement.

He smiled, kissing and nibbling absently at her right away. She was becoming quite wet and aroused by the whole thing, but every time she would try and push back, he would stop. He grinned, watching her wiggle and try to find his tongue again, whipering..."Scott...stop teasing me..." He only shook his head, chuckling. "You're going to have to learn patience." He continued in this manner for about an hour, not letting her cum at all. She whimpered constantly, panting. "Pleeeeease Scott...fuck me..." He shook his head again, letting her rest. He enjoyed his game immensely, and it only frustrated her. She begged and pleaded, her whimpering sounding like the pleas of someone who is about to be executed. Her desire was so desperate. He finally slid off his shirt, moving around and slipping off his belt, slacks, and boxers. His cock was rock hard and measured about 8 1/2 inches. He slid his hands all over her back, moving around to tug on the rings that her nipples held. He loved piercings, and regretted that her clit was not pierced...no matter, though. She moaned, that soft pink tongue rubbing over her lips as she continued to beg, his hands making her tingle. All the stimulation made her feel things more. He slid his cock inside her, causing her to gasp and immediatly cum. She moaned, whimpering and trying to thrust against him. She wanted more. She had to have more. She begged him as he continued to slide his cock deep inside her, gyrating rhythmically against her, the steady motion making her head swim as his hands supported her stomach as she leaned against the table. After about 3 hours of this, Scott finally decided to cum, commanding her in a deeply erotic voice to do the same. For some reason, her body accepted his command. She had had eight orgasms that night, amazed that Scott had only had one. Spent, she collapsed as he quickly untied her, letting her blindfold off. By now, the sunrise could be seen outside the studio apartment's windows. He carried her to the bed...she was entirely too sore to walk. He slid in with her, holding her tightly with a smirk. "I think I'll enjoy keeping you as a playmate..." She didn't respond though...she was asleep before her head touched the pillow...