When I walked in the room he was the first person I actually saw. There he was in his Armani suit, all decked out and looking as charming as always. Going past the bar I got myself a drink and headed toward him. He and I have been seeing each other for years and all the time he insisted that when the time was right, he'd be divorcing his wife and we could be together.
"Good evening, Charles!" I exclaimed, sounding much more pleasant that I felt. "How are you this fine evening?" I asked, grabbing his arm. He jumped, visibly surprised that I had made it to him without him seeing me approach. His wife closely listened to us while he and I chatted. We were sounding friendly but our conversation was strained and I knew it was because of what had happened a few night previous.
Charles had arrived at my place just before eight o'clock in the evening. We were quickly stripped and enjoying each other sexually. Having been forced to wait for a month to be together, this was our night together. After several hours of sexual pleasure, he fell asleep on the bed. That was what I was waiting for.
He had fortunately for me fell asleep on his back so I gently and slowly moved his arms and legs until soon I had him tied to the bed. All those years during my childhood sailing had finally paid off and I made good use of my knowledge on how to tie a secure knot.
I had him in the 'spread eagle' position and with the first step now complete I sat down in the nearby chair and waited for him to awaken. It took almost two hours, but he eventually tried to roll over in his sleep. Instantly I was on my stomach between his parted and tied legs.
"What the fuck??" he growled as he tried to move and found he couldn't. He raised his head and saw me on my elbows just several inches from his sexual organs. His cock slowly began to get larger and harden.
"How long have we been seeing each other?" I asked, taking his now erect cock in my hand.
"Three years. Now untie me!" he barked his answer and demand in one sentence as he thrashed about trying to gain his removed freedom.
I licked up the length of his flesh and asked, "Have you done anything to begin your divorce proceedings?"
His cock flexed as my tongue licked over it a few more times. His head dropped on the pillow. "No, I haven't."
My mouth went over the end of his cock and my teeth pressed gently into his sensitive flesh just under the ridge.
"What are you waiting for?" I asked as plainly as I could with his cock in my mouth, my teeth still tightly pressed against his flesh. I grabbed his balls and gripped them tighter than he expected. His body squirmed as he continued to try and break free. Without hearing any answer from him I tightened my grip on his balls. "What are you waiting for?" I asked again, now firmly biting his erection.
"I don't know! Let me loose!" he yelled while he cautiously struggled, trying to break free and yet safeguard his personally prized trophy from additional punishment and possible injury. My hand tightened slightly more around his balls and I scraped my teeth down his flesh. It wasn't enough to cause injury but to him it must have seemed deadly.
"What the hell are you doing you crazy bitch?!?" he screamed, his head now straining to be lifted high enough to look at me. I bit once on his hard cock and quickly lifted my head so my mouth was empty. Looking up at him I saw a mix of raw excitement and complete terror in his eyes. I tugged on his balls a few times and watched him winch with each tug.
"If I were you, I'd be careful how you talk to me at this point," I casually informed him as I let go of his balls and grabbed just one of his pubic hair and pulled on it. "How would you explain bite marks on your cock to your darling wife?"
His breathing was short and fast but I don't know if it was from excitement, fear, or a mix of both. Getting onto my knees I sat on his right leg and cupped his balls in my right hand, again squeezing them tight enough to keep his attention focused on what I was saying.
"Please untie me," he pleaded in a much softer, kinder sounding tone of voice.
"Fuck you!" I snarled at him. "You fucking bastard! It's been four years and you have no intention of getting a divorce, do you?"
My hand clenched tightly around his balls and a gasp with a scream interwoven emanated from his mouth. He struggled a bit more. "Let me loose. I have to piss," he pleaded. I knew he was only trying to gain sympathy from me.
"Go ahead and piss on yourself," were my words to him while I stared at his fear filled eyes. "I'll make sure you don't get any on me," was the assurance I gave him as I pushed his erect cock toward his chest. He laid there for several minutes as his short and panic filled breaths rushed in and out of his lungs. Standing up beside the bed I watched in amusement as he thrashed about, still trying desperately to break free.
"What the fuck are you doing? What the hell's the matter with you?" he sneered at me when he became convinced he wasn't going to get loose until I let him.
"What's the matter with me?" I echoed back to him with uncontrolled laughter. "I'm fucking sick and tired of your God damned lies!" were my words to him when I walked out of the bedroom, leaving him tied to the bed and screaming obscenities at me.
Sitting at the kitchen table, I listened to him struggle, all the time vulgarities were flowing freely from his mouth. Now I knew I had a problem. I hadn't thought about how I was going to guarantee my safety when I did untie him. I knew he'd be furious and I also knew what he was capable of doing.
Reaching into my purse, I grabbed my cell phone and went back into the bedroom. His body was glimmering with sweat, a sight that normally would have aroused me, but not today. "Now," I said shortly as I opened my cell and positioned my finger on the 'send' button. "I'm going to untie one of your hands. It's up to you to untie yourself the rest of the way. All I need to do is press send and my security company will trigger the alarm and remotely lock all the doors and windows if I don't say anything."
The anger he was feeling was evident in his eyes.
"We're done and I don't ever want your fucking ass on my property again! Do you understand?" I asked. He nodded affirmatively. "You've fucked me for the last time, and I mean that in both ways," I added. Standing against the bed I again grabbed his balls firmly in my hands. "I'll untie your hand now but if you grab at me, you're gonna be one hurting puppy!"
Cautiously I reached up and popped the knot, freeing his right hand. He rested his arm on the bed as I stepped back and let go of his sac. "When you get untied, get dressed and get the fuck out of here you worthless, lying piece of shit!" I demanded as I walked over and stood in the doorway, watching him feverishly untie his other hand and then begin working on freeing his legs.
While he hastily got dressed I reminded him of the personal and professional problems he would have if the word got out that he was having an affair. His position in the community and business arena were both constantly being scrutinized by his competition, all wanting some way to strip him of his power.
I stepped backward to allow him to pass by as he rushed to the door to leave. As his hand touched the doorknob, he paused and looked at me. "Never thought you'd turn on me like this," he said, almost believably.
I smiled at him. "Maybe you should have thought about why I have 'BITCH' for my license plate."
He opened the door and walked out without a word.
Now, three days later, here he was with his dotting wife at his side as he tried to maintain his composure. He knew the damage I could do to him with just a few words. I felt a great deal of pleasure knowing he was scared of me.
When his wife was distracted by someone else talking to her I walked across in front of him.
"Maybe I've taught you not to fuck around with my heart," I whispered as I winked at him and walked away.
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