"Why don't you have a seat over here?" Mina asked in a not-so-questioning tone of voice.
"Er...why, what are you going to do to me?" Charlie hedged.
"Do it." Mina looked and sounded determined.
Charlie considered. He could probably tell her no, but that would leave her grumpy and uncommunicative for the rest of the evening. He wasn't sure that was worse. Still, after she got over it, she'd have a hell of a time raking him over the coals--figuratively speaking--about what she would have done if he had just let her, and that was worse.
He sat down in the chair, gingerly and uncertainly. For a couple of seconds he had trouble deciding what to do with his arms, until he noticed that the chair had no armrests. He settled for letting his arms hang down loosely.
Mina came round with some rope and tied his ankles to the legs of the chair, and his wrists behind him. Charlie winced a little when she pulled his shoulders back just a bit too roughly.
"Sorry about that," Mina said absently. Then she backed up and got a good look at Charlie. My god, he thought, she really does look like the cat that ate the canary. Or was about to.
Mina returned to him and sat down in his lap, straddling him. "Isn't this nice, without the arms? We can get good and close, can't we?" She was looking in close at him, her eyes bright and, Charlie thought, not altogether lucid, almost as if she were drunk. Before he had time to think any more about that, she came in and kissed him.
It was a light, gentle kiss, not at all what he was expecting. She waited for him to respond, and when he leaned forward, she held his head tenderly, cradling it almost. A couple of times he tried to tell her, to ask her...something, he wasn't sure what, but before he could get the words out, her lips were on his again, stopping the words.
"You...smell good," he said, finally getting a word in edgewise.
"Oh, I do, do I?" she asked playfully, backing up. "I don't want you distracted with something like that. Now, let's see, what can I do about that." She got a roll of tape from her bag--not duct tape, but something like wide electrical tape. She pulled off a six-inch length of it and held it in front of his face.
"Where do you think this should go?"
"I, uh..." he began, and let it trail.
Mina gave him a couple of seconds and then whispered menacingly. "I'm going to wrap your hair in it if you don't tell me. Where should this go?"
Charlie couldn't return her gaze. "My eyes. Cover my eyes." He shut them for her.
But she covered his nose instead. He felt her fingers mold the tape snugly, and he felt surprisingly vulnerable being able to breathe only through his mouth.
Then, with his eyes still closed, Charlie heard her pull off another strip of tape. "And where should this one go?"
Charlie opened his eyes fearfully. Mina was looking decidedly wicked. "You, you couldn't possibly..." He turned his face to the side.
"I think I could," Mina said, laughing as she chased his mouth with the tape. Charlie shook back and forth, but they both knew damned well that she could seal his mouth if she wanted to. Finally, she had the tape on his upper lip.
"Now I've got you," she said seductively. "I can finish you off with just one finger. What do you have to say, hmm? Beg me not to close it."
Charlie looked about helplessly. "Mina, please. I still...I still want to kiss you. Please."
Mina looked surprised and almost...flattered, Charlie thought. "Well, actually, I wasn't going to gag you, anyway," she said, and turned away. Fat chance, Charlie thought. Score one for him. She reached back into her bag and withdrew a cotton pad. She put it on the back of the tape and held it in front of his eyes.
"Now, close your eyes, sweet."
Charlie did as she told him, and felt her put the improvised blindfold on him, sticking it to his temples. He decided not to think about how they were going to pull that off. "Oh," she said to him, "you look absolutely delicious. What am I going to do with you?"
Charlie heard her reach back into her seemingly bottomless bag. He heard something snap with a loud slap onto flesh. He gave a small start, and then realized as Mina laughed that it hadn't slapped him.
"Oh. The gloves."
"Very good, Charlie. Now, let's see about that mouth of yours." A moment later her gloved fingers were invading his mouth, violating it, and threatening to fill it and snuff him. But Mina was just playing, and as quickly as they had come, they were gone, and Charle only felt a single bead of latex run along his lower lip.
Then she was gone. He heard her rummaging around in the kitchen, and then return, but nothing more. After a minute or two, he couldn't stand the suspense, and called out to her, though he was sure she was right next to him.
"Min--"
Before he could finish saying her name Mina had pushed a glass of water to his lips, pouring it roughly down his mouth. He sputtered, spilling it all over his chin and leaving wet spots down his shirt and pants. "Damn it, Mina, what the hell are you--"
Mina was laughing gleefully. "You look so cute." That defused Charlie, and he couldn't help laughing too. "OK, but could you at least wipe me up a bit here?" So she ran a gloved finger along his chin and stuck it back into his mouth, pushing it in and out.
"Very funny," said Charlie when she had done.
"I thought it was. Now," Mina continued, in a more serious tone. "I want to fuck you."
"Well, what's hindering you?"
Mina slapped him playfully. "What manners, Charlie. When a woman propositions you, you tell her to get on with it? Where's your sense of seduction? The thrill of the chase? After that I don't know that I wouldn't rather fuck my gearshift. But here I am with no panties on--I heard that, heh heh--and my car is, unfortunately, parked out on the street. It wouldn't do for anyone to watch me boinking the car. So, here you are."
Charlie couldn't help laughing again. "You're something else, Mina."
"Damned straight. Now then, where's that thing of yours?" She pulled his pants and underwear down, exposing his hardening cock. She was just about to settle down on it when she stopped and, with her pussy just teasing the tip of his penis, said to him, "Wait a minute. How do I know where this has been?" She gave his cock a firm little tap for emphasis.
"It hasn't been anywhere else, honest!"
"Do you swear?"
"Yes, I swear, it hasn't touched anyone else."
"You mean you haven't played with yourself since the last time?"
Charlie hesitated--he knew she'd caught him in a minor point. "Uh, well, yes, I guess I have."
"You guess?"
He knew she was just making him uncomfortable, but that knowledge didn't prevent his discomfort. "I mean, yes, I played with myself."
"Did you come?"
"Yes." Under stress his accent seemed to grow stronger.
"Well, from now on, you don't touch that thing unless I tell you to, understand? It's mine. If you or anyone else touches your cock, I'm going to lock it up permanently. I'll pierce it and chain it up and you won't be able to get hard without tearing your balls right off. Got it?"
Charlie just swallowed and nodded. He couldn't tell if Mina was serious or not. He knew she could definitely do it if she meant to.
But Mina just said "Good." With that, she came down on him. He sucked in a gasp and moaned softly.
"Shut up," Mina whispered angrily.
"But I--"
"Shut up." Louder this time. Then she covered his mouth with her gloved hand. He let out a muffled grunt and she snickered. "Ah, see where your mouth gets you?" She started riding him gently up and down. "Let's check that nose plug of yours." He felt her fingering the tape over his nose. "Seems pretty tight to me, wouldn't you agree?"
Charlie only nodded, afraid of driving the bargain the wrong way.
"So, I'll make a deal with you. I'll keep fucking you like this, no faster, no slower. When you come, I'll let go. OK?"
Charlie thrashed from side to side, trying to get loose from her hand. It was no use. He lowered his head and grunted assent. "Good boy," Mina cooed. "Now let's get down to business."
It had been 15 or 20 seconds, and Charlie already felt the need to draw air. Almost subconsciously, he found himself bucking his hips up to meet her, driving his cock up almost as hard as she was coming down. Behind his blindfold he clenched his eyes with the effort of trying to come, but Mina's rhythm was maddeningly slow and steady.
"You must be really feeling it now," she teased him gently, whispering and licking his ear slowly. "Wouldn't it be good to take a big breath of air right about now?" She blew against his ear to underscore the point.
His ass slapped repeatedly against the wooden seat as he pushed into her, and at last with a titanic effort, and biting his tongue almost through with the agony, he came, spurting once, twice, and three times into her. He waited for Mina to pull her glove away, but nothing happened.
Then she spoke. "Mmm, that was good. In fact, I changed my mind. Let's do it once more, and I'll let you breathe when you come again."
No, Charlie thought crazily, you have to be kidding! He tried to scream, but she held it in, and before he knew what had happened, she switched her hand with her mouth and kissed him, taking him, possessing him. He tried pulling away again, but she reached around and pulled his head to hers.
Mina knew she didn't have much time left. She pumped down on him faster and faster, feeling Charlie's body tense up and up beneath her. She came quickly, and waited desperately until she felt Charlie too come, jetting inside her for the second time. Then she pulled her mouth away from his, though it was hell to do it, and rested her head on his shoulder as he gasped deeply over and over, still feeling the need for oxygen even a few minutes after it was all over.
"Oh my god," she said softly, after he was relaxed, "I thought I had lost you. That was stupid of me." She sat back up and looked at him. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." She fell into tears. "I can't believe I did that. You could have died!" She slumped back against his chest. "Hold me," she said, sobbing.
"Er, well..."
"What?"
"My hands are tied."
"Oh," she said, and gave a half sob, half chuckle. "Shit. OK." She reached around him, pressing her chest against his, and untied the knot for the umpteenth time in her life, but this time it seemed to take forever before his arms were around her, and she didn't want them to go away.
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