I wasn't wearing anything but high heels, and felt self-conscious, but also wicked and brazen, my ego stroked by his words and admiration. I had never been naked like this before a man. I mean, the sex I'd had before had mostly been hurried and then over. I'd been naked in a bed with a guy, and with the lights off, but not ... not walking around a well-lit apartment naked!

And it felt odd and one-sided that he was fully clothed, still wearing his sleek black suit.

The walls seemed all glass, except for narrow steel frames. The view of the city was incredible! But again, I was reminded that I was naked, for there were no curtains. It would have taken someone with a telescope or very good binoculars to see anything, but it still felt wickedly exciting to be walking around naked like this.

Maybe I'm an exhibitionist at heart!

Two large black sofas facing each other across a low, long dark brown coffee table. A matching love seat faced them at right angles, and two thick armchairs were at the other end. A thick pillar covered in polished wood was just off to one side, near a full wet bar of the same dark wood as the coffee table and end tables.

Suddenly Neil was turning me and pushing me back against the pillar. I felt the cool wood against my back and buttocks as he kissed me hard. I didn't resist, throwing myself back into the kiss as I raised my arms, intending to put them over his shoulder. But his hands seized my wrists, pushing them up and back against the pillar above my head as his body ground against me.

He eased his lips back, leaving me gasping.

“Are you my slut, college girl?”

“I-I.. yes,” I gulped.

His lips moved in under my ear and I moaned as he nibbled on my earlobe, then bit lightly into the nape of my neck.

“Say it!”

“I'm your slut!” I gasped.

His eyes gleamed.

He crossed my wrists above me and pinned them with one hand, then drew his other hand back to nimbly undo his tie. I had no idea what he intended until he took the silk tie and wrapped it around my crossed wrists. I felt a shock, then a wave of uncertainty. I didn't know what to do, what to say. I wasn't sure I wanted him to tie my wrists, but didn't know how to object without seeming like a naïve baby, an innocent, a child.

Or without questioning whether he was some kind of psychopath!

And then my wrists were tied firmly together, and he was tying the tie off to a hook set above me.

“Wh-what are you doing?” I gasped finally, too late.

“Tying you up so you're helpless,” he said in a throaty purr. “So I can do anything I want to you!”

Of course, he could do anything he wanted to me anyway, the timid side of my mind instantly recognized. We were in an empty building and he was far, far stronger than I was.

With my wrists bound and my body tingling with a sudden rising sexual tension, he let his hands slowly move up and down my body. His lips kissed me lightly, almost delicately, moving from my lips to my cheeks to my forehead, to the bridge of my nose before sliding down the nape of my neck.

One of his hands found my clit, and my hips bucked helplessly, then, as his fingers began to stroke and caress me there I felt the intensity of the sensations grow rapidly. A part of me tried to resist, not wanting to become so obviously aroused so quickly. Somehow it was... well, undignified seemed a foolish word but the closest I can come up with.

But it didn't stop the heat from taking hold, and my hips were soon grinding helplessly against his fingers as he bent and began to suck and lick at my nipples. I felt heat almost pulsing from my body as his hands and lips moved gently, carefully, shifting, stroking, touching me.

I had a love of classical music. And I'd once witnessed Mark Summer, one of the greatest Cello players in the world, play at Sutton Hall. The way his hands moved, so fluidly, the subtlety interspersed with sudden sharp movements was awe inspiring. And I thought of that suddenly, because Neil was playing my body like an master, tweaking, teasing, thrilling, almost to the point of screaming, then easing back into gentle strumming movements that left me gasping and panting for breath, moaning weakly against the pillar and barely able to stand.

He backed off, leaving me like that, chest heaving, beads of perspiration on my forehead and cheeks, on my chest and buttocks. I was so filled with sexual pressure it was like I was thrumming like a tuning fork! I moaned a protest as he moved away, twisting my body, pulling against the silk tie as I watched him go to the bar and casually mix himself a drink.

I felt my buttocks grinding against the rounded pillar, and stared at him through the thick strands of hair which had spilled across my forehead and face.

“Neil?” I gulped weakly, my voice shaky.

He returned, a drink in hand. I had no idea what it was, and stared at him as he sipped and looked back.

Then he offered me the glass. I hesitated, then sipped from it. It tasted smooth, but it burned my throat going down. He took it back and sipped himself.

I felt the tightness of the silk around my wrists.

“Should I make you come, college girl?” he asked.

“Yes!” I gasped.

He smiled.

“Why?”

“Why not?”

He smiled again and sipped from the drink, then held it to my lips. I drank, feeling the heat roll down my throat and into my stomach.

“Are you willing to pay for it?”

“Yes,” I gulped.

“How much?”

“How much do you want?”

What a bizarre conversation! He obviously didn't mean money since it was obvious he had a lot more than me.

He put the glass down and then closed his fingers and thumbs around my stiff, throbbing nipples. I gasped as he rolled them in his fingers, then gasped louder as he pinched them, then pulled them up and away from my chest.

“Ow! Ow! Neil!” I moaned in protest.

The shape of my breasts distended and I arched up to ease the pain.

He smiled, but it was a dark, slightly scary smile.

He released my nipples. They pulsed hotly.

“Everything,” he said in a husky whisper.

He leaned in, his face against mine. “You will hold back nothing from me. No shyness, no hesitation, no inhibitions.”

“O-Okay,” I gulped.

He gripped my arm and roughly turned me to face the pillar. At the same time his hand shot down under my hip, fingers pressing against me, rubbing at my pussy even as his hand pushed me out, pushed my hips back, my butt out.

“And if you hold back, if you disobey,” he said in a throaty purr.

Crack! His hand slapped down on my bottom, stinging me.

“Ow!”

“You've never met a man like me, have you, college girl,” he said, his tongue along the back of my neck.

“N-No!” I gasped.

Crack!

“Ow!”

“Tell me you're my slut.”

“I-I'm your slut!” I gasped.

Crack!

“Ow! That stings!”

“Louder.”

“I'm your slut!”

“And what can I do to my little slut?” he said in a low purr, his fingers rubbing … no. I was rubbing myself against them!

“I-I... you... I'm...”

Crack!

I gasped.

“Anything,” he said, his lips against my ear. “Say it.”

I hesitated.

Crack!

“Ow!”

“Say it, college girl.”

“A-....” I hesitated again.

Crack!”

“A-Anything!” I gasped.

He spun me around again, and my bottom, now kind of hot and throbbing, pressed back against the pillar. Then he sank to his knees before me. He stared into my pussy for long seconds, so that I blushed even while I held still, trembling lightly. His hands moved up and he spread my legs wider, then he leaned in, kissing me just above my pussy. He shifted his head, kissing me on the thigh, then on the other thigh.

I stared breathlessly, quivering with anticipation, watching, feeling his lips and tongue on my thighs. I shuddered as his tongue slid slowly up along my inner thigh, and his lips kissed me. He took his time moving up, to the point I felt like screaming, but then his thumbs spread the lips of my sex and I blushed anew at how I glistened.

He kissed me there, on one side, then the other. His lips caught at mine, his thumbs stretching me wider so the skin was taut. Then he moved higher, his tongue, just the tip, circling my clit. Abruptly, his hands moved behind me, clutching my buttocks as he pressed the full length of his tongue against me and licked smoothly, heavily, up across my clit.

I felt a wall of sensation and my hips rolled up against him. He licked me again, and my hips rolled up again. Again, and again, and again. As his tongue licked, my hips rolled up, as if he were pulling me on a leash. My hips undulated in time to his licking, and as he licked faster my movements became more frantic.

He stopped.

“Please!” I gasped, sweating, gasping.

“Beg for it.”

“Please, Neil!”

“Beg to come.”

“Please make me come!” I cried, no sense of pride, no care in it, overwhelmed by need.

“Beg to be allowed to come.”

“I… Please let me come!” I gasped.

He licked across me and I cried out, then he drew back, leaving me trembling.

“Call me... .sir,” he said.

“Neil!” I moaned.

“Say it.”

“Sir!”

“Beg to be allowed to come.”

“Please may I come, sir!?” I half sobbed.

He jammed his tongue against me, licking hard, fast, using his lower lip to force it against me with more pressure. I exploded, crying out in helpless pleasure, my hips bucking violently against him as the orgasm tore through me. I twisted and writhed and bucked, the pleasure indescribable as his tongue drove me half insane.

I groaned weakly, head back against the pillar, only able to stay up, to be honest, because of the silk tie binding my wrists in place. Hair was plastered against the side of my face, but I saw him rise and turn, then leave the room. I was alone, chest heaving, trembling, gulping in air as I tried to recover from the wild rush.

I looked around the room, then up and back at my bound wrists again, feeling another sense of amazement that I was involved in something so gloriously kinky and exciting!

Neil returned, dropping his jacket on the sofa, then slowly unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled it apart like Superman, and I felt a mental shock of delight at what was underneath. Neil was toned and muscular like no man I had ever been with. His pecs, his abdominals, his biceps, were all so hotly visible as he stripped to the waist that I felt an instant sense of breathlessness that only grew worse as he picked up what he'd dropped just before my eyes had lit on him.

Rope.

It was black rope, and my mind spun across the kind of man who kept rope around for moments like this as he walked over to me. He didn't say anything, just gave me an intent look before dropping low and tying the rope around my left ankle. It felt like a very soft rope, even as he drew my foot back and kind of around towards the side of the pillar. He moved behind me, and I looked down to see him on the other side, sliding the rope around my other ankle.

“Wh-what are you doing?” I gulped.

“Anything I want. Remember,” he said.

He wrapped the rope around each ankle three or four times, then pulled it behind the pillar and tied it off somehow before standing. Then he was beside me again, and sliding the rope in between my thigh and the pillar, pulling it out front, then wrapping it around my thigh a second time, high up as I looked on nervously.

He pulled the rope back and I felt the tension, the pull against my thigh as he fed it around the back of the pillar, then came around to the left side and slid it around my thigh there.

“I won't try to escape,” I said, a little jokingly.

He smiled but didn't stop what he was doing.

The rope went behind the pillar again, and went tight. He came around front and reached above me, undoing the tie and letting my arms down. I blew out a puff of breath as I watched him untying them.

“Do you have a messy bed or something?”

He just smiled briefly again, then kissed the back of my right wrist. I blinked in surprise as he wrapped the rope around it half a dozen times, then pulled my hand up and back to the side, halfway around the pillar. He moved behind me and came around the other side, taking my right hand and drawing it up and back, too. I felt him wrap the rope around my wrist, then pull them both back towards each other behind me.

He came around the front again, drawing the rope, pulling it across my chest, right at the base of my breasts, and circling the pillar. Around again, and then a third time, so that the three strands of rope kind of pushed up against my breasts and were tight against my ribs. I could breathe easily enough, but couldn't inhale deeply very well.

He came around a fourth time.

“I'm not super-girl, you know,” I said.

He ignored me, but this strand went across the top of my breasts, squeezing them down a little. A second and third strand followed so my breasts were kind of squeezed out. I was so tightly pinned to the pillar that I could hardly move a muscle.

He seized my face, my head in his hands, pressing it up and back, staring at me intently as his face came in to within an inch of mine.

“Anything,” he whispered.

I felt a slight chill of anxiety, and licked my lips nervously.

“I – .”

He kissed me hard, his lips almost bruising as he silenced what I'd been about to say. When he pulled back I'd forgotten the words.

He went back to the sofa and picked up something else, but I didn't really see it as he dropped it to his side. It looked for a moment like a flashlight. Then he was kneeling between my legs, and I felt a surging sense of anticipation as he began to stroke his fingers against me. He drew his hand up and my eyes widened. It wasn't a flashlight. It was a dildo. It was a big dildo! And black! It was very realistic looking, and very thick.

“I – that's kind of big,” I croaked weakly.

He looked up at me and the smile that came to his face was kind of scary, to be honest.

“I mean, I don't think – .”

“Don't make me gag you, college girl.”

I blinked and frowned and then his fingers slipped into me and I inhaled sharply. His tongue began to circle my clit, moving amazingly quickly, then slipping back and forth across it. I watched, gulping, then looked up and then around at myself, at the black ropes pinning me to the pillar so tightly I might as well be part of it.

My muscles spasmed, my hips flinching, wanting to push out but unable to do so. It was … weird! I'd never really been tied up before, though of course I'd heard that it was something people did, something a little playfully kinky. This seemed to go beyond that, though, as his lips seized my clit between them and started sucking rhythmically.

Then I felt his fingers pulling back, felt the pressure as the head of the dildo pushed up, slowly forcing the lips of my sex in and then back... and then back more... and then wider still. It began to ache, and I almost protested, but I felt the dildo pushing through the mouth of my sex with a strange sense of excitement, feeling it sliding up through my opening and pushing up higher into my body.

His tongue began to make quick, hard licks at me that made me gasp, that made my hips jerk against the ropes. I closed my eyes, trying to control my breathing as I felt the dildo push even higher, achingly high. He wasn't pumping it or anything, just shoving it up deeper and …

“Oh! Oh! It's too big!” I gasped.

He snorted and continued licking, but eased the pressure on the dildo, which seemed to be jammed against the back wall of my sex.

I felt the heat rising from me like steam. My hips would have been grinding if they hadn't been tied so tightly The sense of fulness inside me added to the dark excitement as the sexual pressure built up within me. I was well on my way to another orgasm which... would have been amazing for me. I hadn't even had one orgasm with any of my other lovers. I'd already had one with Neil and he seemed to be just getting started!

God! I didn't even have to really stand up! I couldn't fall down if I tried!

I groaned softly, feeling the pressure grow against my wrists as my body tried to sink down into a puddle of goo.

Then he we was standing before me, his dark, intense eyes inches from mine.

What are you, college girl?”

“Wh-what? I'm... your slut,” I gulped, flushing.

“Sir,” he said.

And then he slapped my face!

Well, okay, it wasn't much of a slap. It was pretty soft, and just against my cheek, and I was more startled than hurt.

“I... you – .”

He slapped my other cheek, his eyes boring into me.

“I'm... I'm your slut, sir!”

He slapped my cheek again, this time a bit harder, and I blinked, feeling a rising sense of anxiety.

“Again.”

“I'm your slut, sir!” I gulped.

Another slap on the other cheek, knocking my head a bit to the side.

“Again.”

“I'm your slut, sir!”

He seized my nipples, pinching them, tugging them, twisting them so they burned.

“Again.”

“I-I'm your slut, sir!” I cried.

He bit into the side of my throat, gave my nipples a final hard pinch, then released them as he drew back. He gripped my hair firmly, pinning my head in place, his lips near mine.

“What can I do to you?”

“A-Anything?” I gulped.

He kissed me hard again, then rained rough, hard, almost savage kisses down on my throat and shoulder, his teeth nipping at me as he moved onto my breasts. I gasped and moaned as he sucked hard on my nipples, biting into the surrounding flesh. He slid downward, his hands on my breasts as he sucked and licked at my belly, his teeth kind of gnawing at me!

Then he was lower, licking at my clit so that my hips ground up almost instantly. I groaned as he pressed against the base of the dildo, somehow finding a way to push another inch up inside me.

“Oh God! Don't!”

He rose quickly, his eyes an inch before mine.

“Anything,” he growled. “remember.”

“But – .”

He slapped my face again. It was still not a bad slap, but shocked me a little, especially since it was immediately followed up on the other cheek, knocking my head first one way, then the other.

I was starting to get light headed. The blood was racing through my veins and my pulse was racing. I was trying to breathe harder and deeper, too, but the tight ropes across my chest were making that very difficult. I was flushed and overheated and gasping as his fingers rubbed at my clit.

Then he moved behind me and came back around the pillar with a double loop of rope. It crossed over my neck and then pulled back, tightening so that I gasped and felt a wave of alarm. But while it was tight across my throat it didn't stop me breathing.

It just made it a bit harder to breathe deeply.

He came back around and I let out a little cry as he pushed on the base of the dildo, jamming it in harder. He dropped to his knees and started licking wildly at my clit, sucking and licking like a wild beast as the dark heat blossomed and grew. I was trembling and moaning and gasping helplessly, finding it even more difficult to fill my lungs as I panted raggedly for breath.

Then the orgasm hit and my mind was stunned by the explosive release, the intensity of the sensations washing over me with such force I could do nothing but gurgle dazedly and cling to sanity as I rode the wild, power. It was glorious! My entire body seemed to thrum with pleasure, from head to toe, and I was lost in the wonder of it. I stiffened and shook violently, wanting nothing in the world so much as for it to continue forever!