bbbwitched:

Helpless

It had been a long week.

She got home from work and uncharacteristically kicked her heels off right at the door. The cool wood felt so good on her bare feet she sighed.

Ready to settle in, she gave a shout, “I’m home!”.

No response. Odd considering his car was in the driveway.

She noted his keys on the kitchen counter and walked in to get a cold bottle of water.

An empty tumbler was sitting in the sink. She picked it up to smell it.

Glenmorangie single malt… He must have had a trying day she thought.

Begrudgingly she picked up her heels and purse to head upstairs and put on some comfy sweats.

The shower was running. That was strange… He usually only showered right when he got home if he hit the gym first or they were going to dinner.

He hadn’t mentioned a dinner reservation. Had she forgotten it?

As she went into the bedroom she noticed a note on her vanity and lingerie accompanied by a satin blindfold laid out on the bed.

The note simply read…

You’ll look lovely in these.

Succinct. The man was always succint. She really did love it when he courted and flirted with her like the chivalrous gentleman he was, but that made it so much more fun these times when he was so blunt and to the point. The animalistic beast in him who gave her the bruises and blisters for the gentleman in him to kiss and coddle.

Knowing better than to be make him wait she hastily changed into the lingerie. Taking a quick glance in her vanity mirror to touch up her makeup and put on a couple more spritzes of his favorite orange blossom fragrance.

The lingerie was new, but quite flattering. He had good taste. A simple black lace demi balconette bra and matching black lace cheeky panties. It was all so feminine and delicate looking. He had a way of making her feel so attractive even after such a long day.

He hadn’t left out heels so she chose not to put any on. He never left room for an oversight.

The last thing to do was put on the blindfold. Blindfolds always made her nervous, but that was something they were working past.

She put the sleek satin over her eyes and managed to tie it into a neat bow over her curls.

As there were no further instructions she sat at the foot of the bed, legs crossed neatly. Feeling very fidgety and exposed she found herself becoming restless at the thought of what he had planned for her. Would he be gentle? Would he punish her for something she’d forgotten?

Listening to him turn off the shower she sat up straight and settled herself. Teeth worrying her plush bottom lip.

He took his time. Took his time in a long hot shower. Took his time toweling off. Took his time drying the mirror. Took his time… Torturing her.

He needed this. When nothing in the world seemed to be going right he knew he could count on her. She could read him and she was as eager to please him as he was her.

The day, the week in fact, had been particularly stressful. Work, the holidays… All too much, but that was over and now he could focus on himself and the scantily clad, doting, docile girl in the next room.

He thought about shaving, but decided against it. While on one hand the longer she’s left to wait she’d surely soak through her new panties in anticipation, on the other his evening stubble had just the same effect. There was such a warm and comforting feeling about being someone’s fantasy in such a natural state and they helped embrace that in each other.

Once he felt she’d been patient enough he headed out into the bedroom. There she was, his obedient girl. Done exactly as he’d hoped.

He never bothered getting dressed. Not that she’d know it.

He prowled up to her like a panther stalking it’s prey.

Her breath hitched as he approached. His scent was intoxicating. He leaned in and gave her the most feather light nuzzle into her neck. Her nipples pebbled as his stubble teased her neck.

It was all so sweet.

Until it wasn’t.

Firm hands gripped under her ass and lifted her up to the head of the bed.

He said nothing. Not a word.

She heard the tell tale clasp of their toy box then the distinct sound of metal chains.

He grasped both of her wrists and secured them with handcuffs through the headboard.

Roughly using his nails he raked them all the way down her ribs, down her tummy, all the way to her beautiful new panties. He fingered the lace and ran his index finger along the top from one hip to the other. She felt the mattress dip at which point his hot breath was on her sex. He still said nothing. Just took a deep inhale of her needy little cunt through the damp lingerie. She was mortified. Blushing all over at the thought. Porcelain pale skin flushing pink in embarrassment.

She couldn’t see him, but she could actually feel his smirk. The bastard. He had no shame.

His hands traveled upwards to the whisper of a bra he had purchased for her. Really an exquisite piece he thought. He’d have to remember that next time he was shopping. Pulling the cups down he exposed her hardened nipples. She arched her breasts at him. Desperate he thought stifling a laugh. Right where he wanted her. Reaching over to his bedside table he grabbed the work knife he’d kept in it. One quick flick between her breasts and it was nothing, but a scrap of lace. She knew better than to say a word, but found herself gasping, panting for breath as the cool air hit her breasts. Clenching her thighs and shifting, she started to wriggle.

He wasn’t done. In one swift motion his hands fisted the panties that so seductively clung to her hips and he ripped them apart. Within a second the shredded garment was shoved into her mouth.

She could taste her own desperation.

Like a voracious animal he was climbing over her. Pressing her into the mattress with all his weight and she relished every second of it. The feel of his chest hair, so rough against her nipples was beyond decadent. The smell of his freshly showered skin had her melting beneath him. His hot breath on her just making her desperate for more sensation. His mouth found her ear. He sunk his teeth into her earlobe so painfully she yelped while teasing her pussy with his swollen tip. She could feel his heartbeat pulsing on her sensitive clit.

He growled at how wet she was. How badly she needed him. Craved him. His willing victim.

He merely said one word before impaling her with his throbbing cock.

“Struggle”.