Yeah, living the dream, he thought and watched a tall, lean stunning blonde weave her way between the tables to find a seat near him even though the place was now almost deserted. She pulled out her own book and began to read. I hope it’s one of those bored housewife bondage novels, that makes this game so much easier. He set his glass down, just loud enough to catch her attention, and turned back to his book. He was reading The Art of War by Sun Tzu for the hundredth time, he could quote from any page off the top of his head. He knew she was looking at him, his sixth sense tingled and he could feel her eyes travel the length of his body. He stretched his legs and leaned back in the chair to give her the full view. She must like what she sees, she's not looking away. People always forgot about peripheral vision, he could see her watching without turning his head.
She set her book down, caught the waiter's attention and ordered something. Holden was still deliberately ignoring her, enjoying the game of cat and mouse. He sipped his wine and picked up a grape, she was still watching. He gripped the top of it with his teeth and slowly stripped the skin off the juicy flesh beneath. He discreetly laid the unwanted portion on his napkin and licked the grape, placed it in his teeth and wrapped his lips around it, sucking gently. She didn't look away. He finished the grape and leaned back in his seat, stretching out his long, muscular legs.
She's mine, he thought. It's just a matter of letting her know it. Holden looked directly at her, but he was wearing sunglasses, he wasn't making it obvious, but she would know he was checking her out. He let his gaze linger, her legs were long and tanned and smooth, he had a flash of them wrapped around his torso as he held her body and fucked her hard. He reached up and slid his sunglasses off his face, placing them on the table. He moved up her body, not hiding his intent now, he settled on her breasts and watched her breathing for a second or two, then met her eyes.
She was staring back with a bold, stubborn look. Ah, she's a fighter, perfect. He loved a woman who would try to top from the bottom, it added that extra layer of excitement. Today was just getting better and better. He put his glasses back on, drained the last of his wine and got up. He stretched again, letting her check out his sculpted abs and thick muscular arms, he didn't mind showing off. He walked away and didn't get more than five steps before he heard her say "excuse me, Sir, you forgot your book." Holden smiled, a wide grin, and turned back to her.
"Thank you, I don't know what I would do if I lost this," he said.
She looked at the book, read the title, raised one eyebrow and said "oh, are you taking a college course?"
Oh, she will be fun, he thought noting her insult.
"No, not at all. College is long done. I am using it as a prop to pick up women," he said and gave her one of his charming smiles.
"Oh are you now," she replied, fluttering her lashes, "and does it work?"
"I don't know, does it?" he looked down at her, letting their locked gaze go on for a moment too long, until she shifted in her seat. "My name is Holden, how are you?" Flash another smile, let her relax, bring her guard back down.
She exhaled and looked relieved. "Pleased to meet you Holden, I'm Cassandra," she said and extended her hand. "Holden, was your mother a Salinger fan?"
He was impressed, most women didn't know Catcher in the Rye. "Why yes, she was," he said. "I appreciate a woman who knows her literature."
"And I appreciate your mother's humor. She really set you up for a lifetime of angst and rebellion, didn't she?"
Holden was taken aback, was she mocking him? He couldn't wait to get her struggling in her bindings, begging him to fuck her. "Yes, I suppose she did."
"So are you hopelessly impaled on beauty?" she asked from under her long lashes. She was looking up at him, this angle highlighted her sharp cheekbones and the smooth curve of her cheek. His cock responded, begging to be let out of the tight jeans and slip into her luscious hot mouth.
"Beauty and I go way back, and yes, it does involved impaling," he replied pointedly. She smiled and he reached his hand out to help her up and said "shall we take this upstairs?"
She smoothed her hair, drained her glass of amber liquid, looked around nervously and said "OK, sure. Let's do this."
They walked through the lobby, arms almost touching but not quite. It was obvious that they were together, and they were going to get up to no good, but to cross the line into something like holding hands was inconceivable for both of them.
They stepped onto the elevator, Holden's suite was on the top floor, the 12th. When he pressed the button she looked at him with raised eyebrows, clearly impressed. They stood perfectly still, not talking and not touching. There were inches between them but the heat was undeniable. They both knew what they were going up for, but neither was willing to speak of the act quite yet.
The elevator came to a smooth stop, the door slid open and Holden said "after you," as he held his hand out. She stepped out gingerly on her long smooth legs, like a deer waiting to be attacked in the woods. Her eyes were bigger, widened in a constant state of surprise, as though she couldn't quite believe she was doing this.
He walked slowly, letting her trail behind her. He wanted to give her the chance to leave, as much as he loved the chase and the struggle, he wouldn't cross the line into forcing a reluctant woman. He wasn't like half the piece of shit enforcers he worked with...or for. He wanted her to want it, his greatest thrill from an encounter like this was to see her conflict, as she argued with herself as she submitted. He knew she would try and talk herself out of it before the night was over, but ultimately she would be his, they both knew it.
He opened the door with his key card and opened it wide. It was an impressive room with an amazing view of the city. She walked through, hiding her reaction, she was a carefully controlled woman. Holden admired that.
"Cassandra, would you care for something to drink?" Hold asked. He enjoyed displaying his impeccable manners, he knew it unsettled most people who were expecting him to be as rude and uncouth as his appearance suggested.
"I wouldn't mind. Do you have a decent scotch?"
He pretended to rummage around the sideboard in the living room then stood up holding a bottle. "All I've got is a Dalmore single malt, is that decent?"
She raised her eyebrows at the bottle, surprised at the extravagance, regained her composure and said "yes, that will be lovely."
They sat on the sofa and sipped their drinks. She had hers on ice and had a nervous habit of swirling the liquid around the tumbler, watching the cubes crash into each other in the liquor. She would be a terrible poker player, he thought admiring her lean body poised perfectly on the edge of the cushion.
They made unnecessary small talk, about their families, their hopes, their dreams. All of it fiction. The important thing was that it allowed her to relax enough to let him to take control. The illusion of shared information, of bonding over childhood tales of evil teachers and beloved pets was just the bridge between her being a total stranger, and her crying for him, begging to suck his cock.
After thirty minutes or so of this, Holden set his glass on the side table, took hers from her stiff grip and set it next to his. He turned back to find her frozen, like the deer realizing for the first time that she was not safe. She would not bolt though, she was about to submit.
He leaned in, slowly, wordlessly, and placed his hand on the back of her neck, under her thick mane of carefully styled blonde hair. He held her like that for a moment, his eyes boring into her, reading her every movement. She would definitely not make a good poker player. He could see the pulse in her throat betraying her excitement, her pupils widened making her dark blue eyes appear almost black, and her nostrils flared in anticipation.
Putting her out of her misery, he went in for the kiss. Her lips were soft and pliable and wet. She must have licked them as he made his move, this excited him for some reason, the thought of her secretly preparing for this, for him. He was painfully hard now, his cock straining in his tight pants but he didn't want it out yet. He wanted to make her squirm first, until she was ready to handle all of him.
She went limp in his arms, sighing as she closed her eyes and sunk deeper against him, obviously relishing this moment.
Holden pulled back, watched her eyes flutter open and said "I want you to watch, don't close them again." He squeezed the back of her neck for emphasis, her eyes widened in response.
"Yes...Sir?" she whispered. He laughed and said "you can still call me Holden. I'm not some Dom from one of your panty wetting novels."
He kissed her again, this time her eyes stayed wide open. He saw her lids sink down a couple of times but she promptly forced them open. She's a fast learner, good.
He grabbed her neck again, hard, and pulled her away from him. He loved the look of surprise on her face as he pushed her to the floor. She resisted for a moment, but remembered what she had silently agreed to, so she dropped.
“Is this how you want me...Holden?” she said, on her knees looking up at him with those huge eyes.
“For now, yes. Put your hands behind your back and wait there,” he replied, using every ounce of control he possessed to stop himself from pouncing on her right then and driving his cock into her cunt as hard as he could. He knew he wanted to take his time though, the same way he sipped a delicious glass of fine wine. He wanted to roll her around on his tongue and discover her flavors, her layers.
He stood up and walked to the bed, reached down and pulled a suitcase out from underneath it. He looked at her and was impressed with her control. He left her in a difficult spot, resting on her knees, hands behind her. He had her mentally handcuffed and she didn’t resist. Most women would be quivering by now with the effort of staying precisely in one spot, she wasn’t. Thank god for Pilates too, he thought admiring her physique.
He took the suitcase back to the sofa, sat down and opened it on the floor next to her.
“Eyes straight ahead my love,” he said as she slid her gaze to the assortment of toys and bondage items he had revealed. “I want you to be surprised.”
She nodded yes and the smallest of smiles ghosted over her lips.
Holden chose carefully. He knew the pressure in this situation, he didn’t want to scare her off, but he knew she’d have high expectations after reading all the bondage smut available these days. It was more than an art form now, it was a balancing act.
He chose a long white silk rope used in the Japanese Shibari ritual. He wasn’t going to take her to that elaborate level of bondage, but he loved the look of the rope as it cut into a beautiful woman’s flesh.
He held it in front of her face, stared intently into her eyes and said “I am going to proceed now. Before I do, we need to agree on a safe word, I believe you understand this concept, correct?”
She nodded yes.
“You can talk now, address me as Holden when you wish to speak, but keep it to a minimum. I am going to begin tying you up and the knot work takes concentration, do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes Holden.”
“That’s better. Now what is your chosen safe word?”
“Avocado. Sir, I mean Holden.” She came up with that fast, I have a feeling she’s done this before.
“Avocado? So if we are to agree upon this, you are giving me permission to use your body as I please for the duration of the evening unless you cannot handle it and say ‘avocado’, correct?”
“Yes Holden, that is correct,” she said with the slightest smirk on her lips. Her eyes had hardened during his inquiry and he sensed she’d put up a fight now that he had laid it all out.
“Excellent. Now remain perfectly still unless I indicate otherwise, I am going to begin your bondage now.”
“Yes Holden,” she said, her voice throaty with anticipation.
He went behind her and grabbed her hands roughly, watching her head jerk back as he did. Oh this is going to be a fun night, he thought as he forgot the reason he was in this city in the first place.
*****
Juanita splashed just enough water on her face to hide the tears, but not enough to interfere with her perfect make up. She knew she had to go back out and face Book Club eventually, but for now she was hiding in her master bathroom on the premise that Anna’s salad had upset her delicate stomach.
The truth was that Louise’s ugly comments had done it, sent Juanita racing upstairs before her friend could see the tears coming.
Fuck I hate them, I hope Tony gets signed and I can leave all this bitches behind. They hadn't heard anything about Tony moving up, so she was stuck in this neighborhood surrounded by perfect white bimbos with their fake titties and platinum hair. Tony suggested if it bugged her so much, she should dye her hair to match. She almost punched him that day, she would look horrible with crispy bleached hair.
Louise had been complaining about her housekeeper. Going on about the usual “those people” and “they just aren’t like us”, then she had paused and said “oh dear, I’m sorry Juanita, I don’t mean you...you aren’t like them.” The club had tittered with nervous laughter and looked to Juanita for her reaction. Juanita had smiled broadly, locked eyes with Louise and said “oh darling I didn’t even notice, you know I never really listen when you talk.” The club had burst into laughter at that and Juanita had used it as an excuse to rush upstairs.
Why do I let it get to me? she thought, smoothing her little black dress. Why do I let their ignorance tear me down, I know I’m better than those nasty cunts. If only she had some way to one up Louise, find some dirty on the older woman to keep her in line. Juanita had tried, but failed and the dead end frustrated her. Beating Louise before the moved would be the sweetest thing to happen to her.
She opened the door and went downstairs, perfectly composed as usual. The rest of the event went well. Everyone got just drunk enough to tear into Jenny across the street and talk about the nasty shit they’d like to do to Juanita’s neighbor Victor. Everyone except Louise and Juanita that was. They watched each other across the room, eyeing each other up like perfectly matched adversaries. If only I could fuck with her just enough to get her off my back, Juanita thought again.
Book Club wrapped up a little after ten, as usual. Tony was gone for a few days and Holden wasn’t answering her texts or calls. She was restless and wanted to fuck her anger and stress away. Nothing cleared her mind like writhing at the end of Holden’s fat cock. I need it so bad right now, I wonder what he’s doing.
Last time he had been her was over a week ago. He had dropped a room key to an expensive hotel downtown. Juanita fished around in her drawer for the little envelope the key had been housed in. It was still in there, room 1286. Should I go surprise him? Holden didn’t strike her as the kind of man who liked surprises but Juanita’s pussy and anger slowly overcame her good sense. She grabbed her handbag and keys and decided to drive downtown just to see what he was up to.
*****
Holden finished wrapping the last rope and tying the final knot around Cassandra’s ankles and stood back to admire his work. She was on the huge bed, in the center on the sheet. He had removed the thick comforter to prevent anything from getting in the way of her breathing. She was panting, but remained calm throughout the entire process, never once invoking the safe word. He had her on her stomach, face onto the bed and stripped naked. Her hands were bound behind her back and her legs were spread wide apart. The ropes cut into her delicate white flesh and created complicated patterns within the knot work. It wasn’t his most complex design, but Holden was pleased. There was something formal and ritualistic in this scene, something spoke to his baser instincts, cut into the root of his manhood to see a captive strung up so beautifully. And a beautiful captive she did make, her muscles were smooth and her skin flawless. She had the lightest bikini tan lines and a nicely shaved pussy with large natural breasts. Her nipples had been puckered the entire time he worked on her and he suspected her pussy would be slick when he slid himself inside.
“I am going to fuck your face now, so I am going to flip you over,” he said in a precise tone. This kind of role playing made him feel like a professional, almost clinical in his approach. He reached underneath her and rolled her onto her back. She shifted uncomfortably, her hands were probably pinching, but she made almost no indication to him that she was in pain. This little bitch has done this before he thought, she’s taking this too well for it to be her first time. He was almost disappointed that she wasn't putting up as much of a fight as he had hoped for.
He lifted his leg and straddled her. His clothing had been removed some time during his rope session, she had taken it off before he bound her hands, and his cock was painful after all this time with no relief. Her eyes widened at the size of it that close to her face.
“I don’t know if I can do this,” she whispered, shaking her head.
He reached down and thrust his thumb into her mouth, traced her teeth with it and let her suck it slowly. He then grasped the shaft of his cock and directed the head to her lips. Her breathing quickened and she swallowed. He parted her lips with the head and smiled as she opened her mouth to him.
“You didn’t say avocado,” he said and plunged himself down. She gagged hard, he thought she might throw up for a second or two, but she opened her throat and took him, as much as he could fit.
“There you go love, that’s the stuff,” he said and stroked her hair. Her eyes were large and wet with tears from the struggle, but she worked his cock with her throat and tongue as he slid himself in and out. He thrust in a few times, then pulled back slowly, letting her get a good look at him receding. “Are you ready to say avocado, you little cunt?” he asked. He teased her mouth with the tip of his cock and she gasped “no” and let out a whimper.
“What are you going to say?” he asked, grasping the headboard and hovering over her as though her face was a pussy.
“I want you to fuck my mouth,” she said, defiance rising up in her eyes. “I want you to use my face like a cunt and fuck me until I choke.” Holden thrust downwards again, pushing against her harder than he had before, harder than he had done with anyone. The hot blonde took it all, as much as he could give her. She is fucking inhuman, he thought to himself, as he felt her throat clench on his cock. He gripped the headboard for balance and continued to plunge in and out of her mouth until he could feel himself tighten up, his balls felt hot and he wanted to flood her mouth with his cum.
He didn’t warn her, he didn’t slow down and he gave no indication. She tried to pull back when he came, but she couldn’t. She tried to swallow, but he had his cock as far down her throat as it would fit. She sputtered and coughed, cum oozing out the sides of her mouth, but she had a look of triumph in her eyes. He let himself stay in their as he shrunk back, going soft. He pulled out and felt a jolt of electricity shoot from the base of his cock to his toes when she swirled her tongue around him and sucked him back in. She didn’t want to let him go. He paused for another moment, letting her suck and lick his softened dick, then finally slid out.
She looked up at him, licked her lips, swallowed and said “I like that Holden.” Her eyes were sincere, he could tell she loved being a cocksucker, what a treat it was to find a woman like her.
“I knew there was a reason I picked you up today,” he smiled and sat on her stomach, straddling her torso.
“Who says you picked me up?” she laughed and licked her lips again. He leaned over and kissed her, tasting himself on her lips and feeling the slick oily combination of his cum and her saliva. It turned him on and he was hard again within minutes. He traced the pattern of ropes down to where they cut into her upper thigh, at the smooth junction of her leg and mons. She gasped with the proximity of his fingers to her pussy and tried to thrust upward so he would touch her there.
Holden pulled back and laughed, “now now my sweet little slut, don’t get ahead of yourself.” She grinned and did her best to appear innocent. He reached for a wide black cloth to use as a blindfold, he wrapped it around her eyes, obscuring most of her face.
“Now I get to have fun with you,” he growled and dragged her down the the edge of the bed. She gasped in pain as her hands twisted beneath her, but he didn’t stop. He spread her legs and drank in the sight of her beautiful folds. She was hairless and he could see her pussy glistening with her own liquid. He pushed her knees apart even more and got down on the floor in between her legs. She moaned, and pleaded with him to touch her. He laughed and said “in due time my little cunt, in due time.”
He traced the intricate pattern of rope and knots along her belly and thighs, she rolled, trying always to get his fingers closer to her cunt, but he teased her and slid them away. She was panting now and said “you bastard, come on.”
He pulled away and was silent. She was perfectly still on the bed, listening for him. She waited, sighed and finally said “I’m sorry Holden, I get ahead of myself when I feel like this.”
He moved back between her knees and said nothing. He took his forefinger and traced her outer pussy lip, it was as wet as he suspected, her inner thighs were slick with her juices and he could smell a sweet, pungent odor. He was craving a taste of her but wanted to have her begging for it by the time he plunged his tongue into her folds. He stroked her inner thighs until she was writhing and panting and saying his name. He spread her lips apart, leaned in to suck her clit when he heard “so this is why you haven’t been returning my calls.”
Holden pulled back and turned around, Juanita was in front of him, her face was a mask of rage.
*****
Juanita didn’t know what to think when she walked up to Holden’s room. She thought she heard a voice inside so she paused at the door and listened. It was definitely Holden talking but she couldn’t hear what he said. She slid the key card in slowly and heard a small click to indicate that it had worked. She pushed the door open as carefully as she could and gently closed it so she wouldn’t tip him off. She walked through the living room area to the open bedroom and saw him crouched in between the legs of another woman. She saw pure white hot rage and had to hold herself back. If they were in a relationship she would be on his back by now, clawing his eyes out. As it was, she couldn’t really say much so she tried her best to harness her anger and said “so this is why you haven’t been returning my calls.”
She didn’t know what to expect, but his own rage shocked her. He turned around, stood up and said “what the FUCK are you doing in here?” He took three long steps and was suddenly towering over her, his face a fury of disgust.
“I tried to call you! I need you tonight,” she whined, hating the way he made her grovel.
“Why do you need me? What could be so fucking important that you break into my hotel room in the middle of the night?”
“It’s only eleven, and you dropped your key so I’m not breaking in. I’ve just had a rough night and needed to fuck.”
“Um, hello? What’s going on?” the blonde on the bed asked, her voice sounded hoarse. Juanita wondered if she had been screaming Holden’s name out in ecstasy or something. She tried to peek at her, but only saw a broad black blindfold before Holden blocked her view.
Holden stared at Juanita, looked back at the bed, then turned back to Juanita with a wicked grin on his face. He said “nothing much going on love, hang tight. And don’t you dare say avocado, things are about to get interesting.”
