Weekend Away - Part One

Emily exited the train, her suitcase in her hand.  Her blonde hair was tied neatly in a high set ponytail, her fringe falling softly over her forehead.  The sun was warming her face and though she was wearing sunglasses, she still squinted to see where she was going.

She had just travelled for two hours on the train to visit her boyfriend for a fun filled weekend.  She had spoken to him earlier that week, describing a sexual fantasy that she would love to fulfill.  While he agreed to it, Emily found herself a little nervous as she walked from the station to his place. 

Emily had confessed that she wanted to be dominated by him, but only to a certain degree.  She loved the idea of having a man use her for his pleasure, but didn’t want to fully enter a world of BSDM.  She just wanted to be lightly spanked, tied up, and maybe gagged to see if she liked it as much in reality as she did in her dreams.

By the time she reached his house, her panties were soaked with her desire as her mind toyed with the ideas of what he was planning.

She tentatively knocked on the door and rocked back and forth on her heels, waiting for him to answer. 

The door opened and Emily smiled.  Her boyfriend stood before her, minus his shirt, with a dopey grin on his face.

“Been waiting for you,” he said, ushering her inside the house and escorting her directly to his room.  He took her bag from her before passionately kissing her, his hands running over her body.

Their embrace broke as he removed her shirt and pushed her onto his bed.  Emily landed, her legs flying up as he removed her shoes and jeans before taking in the site of her in her hot pink and white lacy bra and panties set.

“Very nice,” he said, unclasping her bra and discarding it to the floor along with the remainder of her clothes.  “But they have to go for what I have planned.”  He lifted her legs, sliding her damp panties off her before tossing them over his shoulder.

Emily laid naked on the bed, watching him with baited breath.  What was he up to?

She didn’t have to wait long before he pounced on her, pinning her beneath him.  He sucked at her collarbone, pulling her arms to either side of her body and securing them to a restraint system he had set up the night before.

Emily let out a surprised cry as she felt cuffs secure to her wrists.  She tugged, realising that she couldn’t break free.  Damn, he was good.

He grabbed one of her ankles and, out of instinct, Emily pressed her foot against his chest, kicking him lightly.  She watched as his blue eyes darkened. 

“Naughty, naughty,” he scolded softly, pulling her legs apart and securing them to opposite sides of the bed, leaving her completely open to him and his advances. 

Emily was breathing heavily.  She could feel her excitement trickling out of her and down her inner thighs.

She wiggled on the bed while his back was turned, trying to get a little more comfortable.  She was completely at his mercy and that thought alone had her body begging for release.

So when he sat down at his computer and started a game of World of Warcraft, Emily screamed at him, telling him that he couldn’t leave her like that.

Calmly he stood up, a ball gag in hand and thrust it between her lips, silencing her mid sentence. 

Emily glared at him as he returned to his desk.  Her icy stare turned to worry as he returned with a small butt plug.  She shook her head, pulling at the restraints, her eyes wide.

She watched him lube it up before gently inserting it into her back passage.  Emily’s eyes closed, her hands balling up into fists as she felt the pressure of it enter her. 

Emily’s eyes reopened when she felt something enter her soaking pet pussy with ease.  He was kneeling between her stretched open legs, pushing a large vibrator into her. 

“Hmm, something’s not quite right about this,” he said, tapping his finger against his chin.  His eyes sparkled.  “I know!”  He unclipped one of her ankles, securing it to the same side as the other ankle before tightening the restraints so that her legs were firmly together. 

Emily squealed when he reached down, turning the vibrator on a low setting.  She thrashed about, trying to dislodge it from her.  He just laughed and released one of her hands before locking it against the other so she was secured to one side of the bed.

“Much better,” he mused, admiring how she looked at him, her eyes wide as the vibrator hummed inside her.  The intensity setting of it wasn’t so bad but considering her legs were now together it upped the ante and her clitoris began to tingle.

Emily tugged at the restraints, her muffled pleads falling on deaf ears as he returned to his game.  She cried out with frustration, rocking back and forth, trying to get free so she could remove the vibrator.  Or turn it up until she came.

What Emily didn’t realise was that her movements was causing a friction that ended up having a pleasing effect on her body.

With a garbled cry, Emily’s eyes rolled back in her head as her body shock with her first orgasm of the afternoon.

Her breathing was ragged as her eyes opened, small tremors coursing through her body as she looked over at him.  He was watching intently, enjoying what he was seeing.  Emily could see the bulge in his pants.  She whimpered for him to release her. 

He stood up and moved across to the bed.  He knelt before her, his hand on her wrists as though he was going to free her.  Instead, he lent down, sucking her plump, juicy nipple into his mouth and letting his tongue flicker over it.

Emily groaned, her back arching off the mattress as his spare hand fondled her other nipple, pulling it until it was a taut bud.  He pinched it, watching her eyes roll back in her head as he continued his manipulations of her body.

The scent of her desire flooded his nostrils.  She was on the verge of coming again.  Despite her ankles being securing together, he had no trouble parting Emily’s legs so he could rub her clit with his fingers. 

Emily’s moans of pleasure became more audible and, though she was gagged, he could make out every word she said. 

As she came again, he reached down and turned off the vibrator, giving her a few moments of rest.  Her ivory skin was soaked in sweat, her blonde hair matted to her face.  He reached down, kissing her cheek, tasting the saltiness of her skin, as he moved a stray strand of hair from her face.

He undid the gag and she gasped, sucking in large quantities of air.

“Have we learned a lesson, pet?” he asked, stroking her breast with his hand in a loving manner. 

Emily nodded, shifting her body a little.  “Yes, I’ve learned a lesson,” she told him, her green eyes staring up at him with a mischievous twinkle in them.  “You’re a prick.”

His eyes darkened and he quickly secured the gag again.

He removed the vibrator from her dripping wet pussy before unzipping his pants and, with one swift motion, rammed himself into her.

Emily gasped, her hands gripping the bed as he drove himself into her repeatedly, his hips slamming into her thighs.

Staring up at him, Emily saw his eyes darken as his hand snaked through her hair, pulling on her ponytail until her head was up off the pillow.  His lip twitched into a smile as her eyes closed as her third orgasm washed over her.  He could feel her body convulsing, squeezing his quivering member, milking him until he exploded deep inside her.

He withdrew, smiling as his come trickled out of her.  He watched as she half opened a glazed eye.  Her chest was rising rapidly as she tried to get her heart rate back under control.

Grinning at her, he grabbed the vibrator and pushed it back into her before turning it on high.  For the added fun of watching her squirm, he grabbed a simple pair of nipple clamps and attached them to her sensitive and erect buds before giving a chain that linked them a tug.

As Emily’s body began to shudder with the onset of another hard orgasm, he turned his back and went back to his game.