He stood in the center of the room, his large rough hands still hanging loosely at his sides, grinning at her with his perpetual amusement.
'What's your name?' he asked.
'It's… Ca… Carol,' she said. 'Carol. Don't tell me yours.'
'You don't want to know my name? Is that part of the going crazy you mentioned?'
'You could say that.' Nervously, Fawn smoothed her miniskirt against her thighs with the palms of her hands.
'What other kinds of crazy did you have in mind?' he chuckled softly.
'I… I really don't know,' Fawn murmured, though she did know, in a way, but was far too shy and embarrassed and frightened at the moment to say it aloud. 'What… would you like to do to me?' she asked, looking away from his eyes.
'Silly question,' he chuckled again.
'No… I mean besides that. I mean, how would you like to… go about it?' She blushed so hotly that she raised her fist to her mouth and bit into the fleshy bottom of her thumb in order to get control of herself.
He cocked his head to one side and regarded her as if she were a genuine kook, perhaps a true kinky, but a beautiful one, a stunning woman who was tempting him more than she ought to. He pondered her question for a moment, then answered forth-rightly. 'I'd like to tie you up.'
Fawn's heart thundered suddenly, then fluttered, then took a rapid dip.
She gulped. 'And then what?'
His voice was serious, even briefly tender. 'Oh, I wouldn't beat you or anything, don't worry.' He stared at her for a moment as if to say that not everyone was as kinky as she was. 'It's not my style. But you're the one who said you wanted to go crazy. I just want to tie you up so you can't get away while I'm driving you crazy,' he said, his eyes burning into her, tempting her now.
Jesus god in heaven! Fawn thought, feeling the blood beat with a maddening intensity in her throat, and hammer behind her ears. It's all coming true, I couldn't have imagined it any better than this! But what if he's not telling the truth? 'How… how do I know you're telling the truth?' she asked meekly.
'Would I lie to you?' he grinned.
'I don't know. Maybe you would.' Her body was trembling and seething with need, and she knew with a wince of horror that it really didn't matter. She would surrender herself to him no matter what, and that horrified her.
He shrugged his broad, powerful shoulders. 'I guess you'll just have to trust me,' he said. 'You're the one who wants to go crazy. If you just want a regular little-'
'No, no,' Fawn interrupted him eagerly, maybe too eagerly. 'You can …' She had a hard time getting it out. She had never done anything like this in her life, had never thought herself capable of it. 'You can… tie me up. if you want to. But only if you promise not to hurt me.'
He could see how frightened she was, and he crossed the room to her and again put his rough, callused fingers softly on her cheek. 'Only as much as you want,' he said. 'I promise.'
'Really?'
'Really.' He took her face in his strong thick hands and tilted her lips up and kissed her with a kind of raw authority that made her almost giddy with delight. And while he was kissing her he slid his hands down to her buttons again, and within seconds he had her blouse off and his hands on her naked breasts, kneading them firmly, cupping the full springy mounds and rubbing his thumbs over her pointing, pulsing nipples.
He bit her neck gently, then slid his mouth down the smooth flesh toward her shoulder and sank his teeth into it. Shivers zipped through Fawn. 'Aii!' she yelped, 'oh! ooooohh!'
His hands were rough and weathered, his lips chapped and cracked, and his fingers and mouth rasped on her tender skin. He kissed her bare gleaming bronzed shoulders and her smooth upper chest, and squeezed her breasts so hard that it hurt her, but she was growing so weak and dizzy with passion that she didn't care. His chapped, rasping lips found her aching nipples and tore at them, and waves of heat shimmered through her breasts. He held them in his palms and milked them fiercely from beneath, digging his fingers into the springy round globes, hurting her again, but beautifully, while he lip-pinched her fiery nipples and sucked them between his strong teeth.
Fawn put her hands on his shoulders in order to keep her balance, and shut her eyes, turning her head to and fro and hissing with pleasure, pushing her hot aching breasts into his face. As if he had read her mind, or sensed the urgent, dangerous desires of her body, he was already giving her the tender cruelty and the sweet, controlled brutality she wanted. She was already moaning in low animalistic guttural sounds, bursting and burbling all over with lust, crying out softly from the sweet pain his harsh mouth and his rough, grasping fingers caused to her sensitive breasts and her flaming, teeth-tortured nipples.
Finally she was hardly able to bear it any longer. Gasping, mewling, biting her lip, she pushed him away. 'I… I thought you wanted to tie me up,' she said.
He nodded, and grinned, and put his rough weathered hands back on her breasts. 'You're beautiful, just beautiful,' he said.
'Thank you.' Fawn looked down and shivered sharply as he rolled her stiff wet nipples in his fingers.
'What'll we tie you with? Do you have any rope?'
'I don't think so. Ohhhh, oh god that feels good! Quick, let's find something.'
The two of them rapidly searched the apartment. Fawn found a discarded pair of Kelley's pantyhose in the bathroom wastebasket which made a very strong rope when twisted. She stood there with them hanging from her hand, staring at them, hearing the cab driver in the living room and kitchen, searching for similar things, and she thought, shivering with panic and wild anticipation: My god, he's going to tie me up and fuck me, he's going to rape me and hurt me, and I want him to, I want it! What am I doing?
But she didn't have much time to think about it because he appeared in the bathroom doorway, grinning, glaring hungrily at her naked breasts as if he could never get enough of them, and clutching in one hand two electrical extension cords. A hot tremor shot up the squinchy tingling channel of her cunt as she saw them dangling from his fist. She almost gagged with fear as she realized she was getting deeper and deeper into this every second. The sight of the rubberized cords in his hand made it impossible for her to pretend that this was some kind of exciting fantasy. If she were going to back out, she would have to do it quickly.
He saw her fear, and he went to her and kissed her again, rubbing her hot breasts with his free hand. 'What's the matter, you lose your nerve?' he said.
'You have to promise you won't hurt me,' she whimpered into his shirt.
'I won't… I won't,' he soothed her. He took the pantyhose from her.
'This is probably enough. Let me see your bed.'
She took him to her bedroom and shut the door behind them. Together they peeled the bedclothes off the bed and he tested the strength of the brass headboard with his hands. 'Perfect,' he said. 'Take off your skirt and lie down.'
Fawn's fingers quivered so much that she could hardly unzip her skirt, but she obeyed him, her whole body alive with gooseflesh and tremors of anticipation. Whey she hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her gauzy bikini-style panty and began to peel them down her golden thighs, he shook his head. His eyes burned into the white band of skin at her groin where her tan stopped. He put a rough hand on her bare shoulder and turned her around, gazing down at the pale upper slopes of her high buttocks, just above the half-lowered elastic band of her panties. He touched the pale skin with his fingers, then moved them up her back to the other pale band of flesh left by her bra. 'You're striped here… and here,' he said, lowering his fingers to the white skin of her ass.
She nodded shyly, shivering at the feel of his hands on her.
'Leave them on,' he said, decisively.
'But you…'
'Leave them on.'
She nodded obediently and sat on the edge of the mattress.
Again he rubbed his rough knuckles against her smooth cheek, a gesture with a curious harsh tenderness in it that made her cunt gush and itch anew each time he did it. 'Give me your wrists,' he said.
She stuck out her arms with her wrists pressed together, and he began to bind them with one of the extension cords. She watched the thick rippling muscles in his hairy forearms as he tied her hands. 'Why don't you… take off your clothes too before… you tie me,' she suggested shyly, in a tiny voice. She wanted to watch his body while he did this to her. She wanted to see his hard muscles shifting and clenching, to see his stiff penis twitching
