Tied to the Bed

The sheets were cool and soft beneath her skin, she had a sneaking suspicion they were genuine silk. The buttery soft fabric cradled her in luxury. She lay exposed in only her bra and panties. She wanted to strip them off, but her wrists were tied above her head. The silk around them wasn’t tight, but she had agreed to have them restrained.

She was most definitely out of her league.

The night had started with going out with her best friend. After a long week at work, they both needed to blow off steam. The bar was a low-key dive with a cheap happy hour and surprisingly level pool tables. After a few games her friend had wandered off to flirt and she’d been working her way through the challengers who had placed neat rows of quarters down.

She leaned over the table, lining up on the black 8-ball. Gently she cut the shot. A small “tick” then a satisfying “thump” as the black ball fell. The cue spun in place, still beside the pocket.

“Next.” She called, throwing a smile at the guy who was shaking his head and setting his cue down. He didn’t return it. His friends started the usual jokes about a girl kicking his ass. She took a sip from her beer. Poor sports, all of them. There was something satisfying in the men underestimating her abilities. She was tall and thin, and they had no idea her dad had taught her to play in high school. He had been airborne in the army and had made a name for himself as a pool shark.

The table "thunked" as the next challenger dropped in the quarters and the balls were released. She turned back to the table to chalk her cue and break but stopped dead in her tracks. On the other side of the table stood the most attractive man she had ever met in person. Golden tan skin, bright blue-green eyes, and enough stubble to have a rugged appearance, but not enough to cover his dimples when he smiled. He was taller than her and his muscles were clearly visible under his shirt.

“Care to make this more interesting?” he asked in a low voice smoother than dark chocolate. “You’ve wiped the floor with everyone else so far. You must be getting bored.”

Her awe left as she snapped back into the competition. With a grin, she asked, “What do you have in mind?”

“A bet.” He replied as he settled the rack and lifted the triangle. “If you win, I’ll cover your tab for the night.”

“And if you win?” She was skeptical now.

“You leave with me, and we see where the night goes.” There was just a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he answered. Crossing his arms, he waited for her reply.

Maybe it was the winning streak she had been on that made her cocky. Perhaps it was the couple of beers she'd thrown down, or the undeniable chemistry building across the table in the short moments she had interacted with him. Whatever it was, she was all in.

“Deal” she answered. With a loud crack of the balls she broke and started their first game.

After that, the night was a whirlwind. The chemistry was electric. She barely remembered leaving the bar, their conversation, or how they ended up sipping red wine in his home.

It had all been innocent until he stopped her mid-sentence with a kiss that had lit up every nerve in her body. His lips were soft and his short beard rough. His tongue opened her up without a fight as he cupped her neck. When he had pulled away, she’d been flushed. Her lips were swollen with the heat of the kiss. Even her nipples pressed against the prison of her bra. Her very core was throbbing with need and moistening with anticipation.

“We can stop.” His deep voice was rough, “Or we could play this out. If you trust me, I can make sure you won’t be disappointed.” She’d only hesitated for a moment then nodded. It wasn’t like her, but she had never been so attracted to anyone before.

He led her to the bedroom by her hand. Turning at the doorway he pressed her against the frame. His fingers were rough as he turned her face to the side and kissed below her jaw. Her breath caught and another wave of heat went through her body. Her hands tightened on the back of his arms as he worked down her throat. Slowly he lifted the hem of her shirt over her head. His eyes burned into hers as if asking for permission. As it landed on the floor returned his lips to her throat and kissed down to her collar bone. His warm rough hands slid over her stomach and up to cup her breasts. She moaned softly and tangled her fingers into his soft hair.

Her fingers tightened and he was lifting her and pressing her roughly into the wall with his hips. She felt the firm pressure of his arousal against her, and it made her moan softly as his lips slid down between her breasts. Gently he pulled the side of her bra down and kissed underneath. The roughness of his beard on her sensitive skin didn’t prepare her for the softness of his mouth as he found her nipple. His tongue teased her and as her nipple hardened, she felt the heat growing between her legs. He began sucking and gently his teeth played with the hard bud as aches of need rocked her body.

He rocked her against the wall and the length of his erection pressed against her gentle nerves. The pants they wore felt like a prison between them. She rolled her hips to feel the length of him against her. He sucked hard on her nipple, she let out a cry as it sent sharp lances of pleasure through her.

The sensations were overwhelming, and she wanted him inside her. Now.

All too suddenly he set her back on her feet. He bra was back in place and her head was spinning. “I want you to get ready for me. I’m not going to force you, but there are soft ties on the headboard. If you trust me, slide your hands in. I have to turn some things off and I’ll be back.”

But then he knelt in front of her and slowly unbuttoned her jeans. She was still trying to process his request as they slid down her hips. Soft ties? Heat blossomed and he laid a kiss directly on her clit. She closed her eyes and let out a moan as his hot breath caressed her through the cotton. The emptiness inside her ached and she wanted him to fill it.

He stood and turned her toward the bed. He gave her a gentle push and stepped away to take care of things. She walked to the bed and eyed the long slips of silk tied to the steel headboard. She lay down on her back, reached her hands up sliding into the restraints without a second thought.

Not being in control both scared and excited her. She had never played with being tied before.

She came back to the present as he entered the room. His eyes drank her in hungrily as she lay exposed to him. She couldn’t read his face, but he looked pleased as his eyes slid over her restrained wrists. His bare chest was muscled, and his jeans hung low on his hips. His abs were cut into a very tempting V that he must have paid for daily in the gym. He was the sexiest man she had ever seen.

“So, you decided to trust me after all.” He approached the bed and his hands wrapped on her ankles pulling them down and slightly apart. Looking her over he unbuttoned his jeans and let them slide down. He was completely naked now and his erection was impressive. She imagined feeling him sliding into her and how deep he would reach and flushed.

He lowered himself onto the bed and kissed the inside of her thigh just above the knee. Working his way up she squirmed as his beard brushed her skin and built anticipation of his warm mouth on her clit again. She felt the cool press of cotton as her anticipation wet the fabric and the air cooled the moisture. She longed for his hot breath to caress her.

“Mmmm, impatient girl.” He hovered over her. So close to where she wanted to feel him, but with her hands tied she couldn’t encourage him to lean down and kiss her there again. He lowered his mouth to the inside of her opposite thigh and gently bit down. She groaned and closed her eyes. It wasn't what she wanted but it still felt good. His nimble fingers were warm as he gently touched her. He ran a slow circle around her clit, dipping down to hover over her opening that ached for him to fill her. “So wet already.”

He raised to his knees and his hands slid under her to the clasp of her strapless bra. Smoothly he undid the clasp and exposed her full breasts. He took her bare chest in with his eyes. She felt exposed in a way she never had before. She was literally tied to a bed before this man and letting him set the pace. He leaned down and kissed each of her nipples. They responded to him by hardening and he visited each of them again, this time with his teeth.

His erection pushed against the thin wet cotton separating them. The heat was a pleasure in itself, but the pressure is what she craved. She rolled her hips to encourage him to enter her. Against her breast, he let out a low grumble that could have been a growl or a moan. The tip of him was hot against her. He was wider than she could accommodate without foreplay. The thin cotton was soaked now and even though her hands were tied she wanted to tease him back. She wrapped her long legs around his waist and levered the tip of him as far as it could go against the soaked cotton.

His hands replaced his mouth on her hardened nipples. He had worked them into a sensitive bundle of nerves. His hands tightened on her breasts and he gently pinched them. She let out a soft cry. It was like lightning from her nipples down to her aching clit and she pulled on the wrist restraints with need. She needed to be filled, to release the pressure building inside. His hands cupped her ass and worked at loosening her legs from around him. He slipped her panties down her legs and off. He kissed her mouth with an intensity she matched, tasting him and showing him her hunger. She arched her back against him. His fingers trailed down her body and then slid between her legs.

His rough fingers were softened by her silky moisture as her body prepared for him. He teased her thoroughly. His fingers circled her lower lips, teasing her clit then dropping down to circle her opening. Finally, he allowed a finger to slide inside her. Her breath caught he pried her tight chamber open. Even though she was wet with wanting him, he had to work his way in. "So, fucking tight." He moaned against her mouth

Gentle pressure sent waves of pleasure as he worked her open to accommodate the gentle thrusts of first one finger, then two. His thumb pressed slow pressure over her clit as his two fingers stretched her. He hooked them forward at just the right spot, and she erupted. All the building pressure released in a torrent. Her back arched and she moaned. His mouth found her nipple biting softly and she felt the pleasure flowing out of her in another burst. The force of her orgasms filled his hand and dripped down between them. He continued teasing her as she rode the waves of pleasure. Her wrists pulled tight against the ties. She wanted to feel him and return the pleasure.

Somehow knowing she was at his mercy made her want it more.

Things are heating up... find part 2 HERE