Bound and Used

I needed something. Anything to make me feel alive. And there was no better time than during my work trip out of town.

At the same time, Andy happened to be there across the hotel bar -- in need of something just as much as I was. It didn't take more than a few sultry glances before he'd made his way over to where I sat.

Now we were unable to keep our hands off each other as he knocked the door open, scooping me against him as he sped in, tugging my dress up and off before he tossed me on the bed in nothing more than my black underwear set. The dark-haired man shut the door before turning my way. This time with a predatory gleam in his eyes as he loosened his tie and removed it.

"I'm going to need for you to turn around and put your hands behind your back." He continued to toy with the loop of the tie.

"Andy?" I mused, hesitant about where this might go. But at the same time, desperate to experience anything new.

"We both want to feel more alive, right?" He stepped closer as I nodded in agreement. More alive in this droning world that had felt meaningless recently. He held the tie in one hand and reached for the buckle of his belt with the other. "Don't make me punish you!"

Heat flooded me. He had no jest in his expression. Only passion and ferocity.

I turned on the edge of the bed with my back to him, placing my hands together behind my back.

His movements were quick, with a skilled confidence as he secured my wrists. And the way he smelled as he breathed over my shoulder felt further intoxicating. Like rum and sugar.

"Open your mouth, sweetheart," he whispered near my ear, already bringing the belt in front of my face. The moment I opened, he slid the leather between my teeth and secured it at the back of my head. That grip shifted to my hair, pulling so my face angled upward as he raised to full height and pierced me with his blue stare.

"That's it, beg me with your eyes," he said, pushing blonde hair from my cheek.

He knelt one knee on the bed behind me, causing the mattress to dip under his weight as his hands explored me.

The tie bit into my wrists just enough to remind me I was helpless, but it was the belt between my teeth that made me feel truly owned. He could do any number of things to me.

Andy's breath ghosted over the shell of my ear. "You don't know how alive you're about to feel."

I raised my brows in question. This was still just a bit of fun, albeit darker than I'd imagined.

"Get ready for a party." He chuckled darkly and traced two fingers down the slope of my spine, making me arch. This was beginning to feel less like play and more like something sinister.

He took his time tormenting me with that touch while savoring every single moment. His palm smoothed over the swell of my rear, then -- smack-- a sharp pop from his palm made my body jolt. A mix of pain and pleasure pulsed hot and sudden between my legs.

I whimpered around the leather and attempted to twist to face him. He didn't allow that, though, but yanked my panties down my thighs.

"I want you on your knees with this ass in the air." He smacked me again on my rear, this time achingly hard.

I had no choice but to obey and submit as he steered me into a position on my knees with my shoulders and cheek to the bed and exposed rear angled upward.

My eyes were wide while looking at the wall mirror to the sight of my helplessness and this man who could do any number of things to me -- things I still couldn't help but to crave and fear.

But right now, he only slid fingers into my slick core, shifting his gaze to our reflection so he watched me as he pumped those fingers in the perfect way inside me. Stimulating me in a way I would've moaned if not for the belt and my fear of dangers to come.

When he removed his fingers from me, he gave my rear another hard smack. "You're going to do as you're told all night long. And if you're good, I'll let you go in the morning." He forced plugs into my ears before a working a black mask over the top of my head and pulled it in place so an opening was at my nose for air, leaving me in absolute blackness. Now I really began to dread what might come. I could see nothing. the pressure over my ears from the head covering meant I probably wouldn't be able to hear either.

Endless moments of tension passed, each more unraveling than before. Maybe they were only seconds, but they passed torturously slow.

The bed dipped behind me. Another hard smack to my rear preceded a forceful grip to my hip that pulled it to meet his cock.

At that forceful connection, he thrust, plunging his manhood into me hilt deep.

My responding groan remained trapped behind the leather in my mouth. There was no gentleness to the pumps that followed, only the abysmal blackness, depth of his erection and the wet smacking as his body collided with mine with a force that had me bobbing on the sheets.

Hands cupped and squeezed my breasts --

But both of the man's hands were on my hips, holding me in place for this fucking.

Someone else had to be the one groping. Not just groping, because they unsnapped the front clasp that freed my breasts into rough palms that squeezed and fingertips that pinched my sensitive peaks.

The cock inside me plunged shockingly deep, relieving the owner of every drop of his seed that sprayed into me. And when he'd pulled free, a painful smack landed on my rear.

Once again, my pained whimper fell to silence.

The next hand, far stronger, grabbed me at the hip and rolled me onto my back before pushing me upward until my head rolled back over the edge of the bed. Whoever this forceful person was wasted no time in their claim over me. The way he grabbed my thighs and pressed them down until my knees were to my shoulders has a sense of ownership. A possessiveness, even. I wasn't just a helpless woman with no way of knowing who he was, I'd become his to maneuver however he desired.

Other hands grabbed my shoulders and held them down, hindering me from even thinking about ending this. And even if I wanted to, I couldn't protest, especially once the silky rope that wrapped my ankle and the wound around my connected lower leg and thigh.

This was it. Now I could do nothing to stop the events to come. But did I want to? I still wasn't certain. This had its own sort of intensity that had the sweet spot of mine aching for attention.

The movements of the hands were swift as knots were tied, securing the rope that had wrapped my leg. Now I'd been tied in a way that I couldn't even run or kick. Soon after, the same binding had been performed on my other leg and they were both pushed open in a way that my knees butterflied outward with me fully laid open for these men to view me as cold air nipped at my slickened core.

The hands on my shoulders moved down to my breasts, just as controlling of me and in no way gentle. But where had the person who'd tied my legs gone to?

That question didn't last long in my mind before A sharp sting landed between my legs. Definitely not a hand. This felt far harsher.

I jolted and twisted sideways, though the hands at my breasts squeezed and gripped in a way I couldn't turn my body.

Another swat landed, stinging even worse. The hands at my breasts held more firm, pinching with a sensation that had my eyes rolling upward.

The blows that landed felt paced for the enjoyment of whoever decided I deserved punishment. Each landing down in a way that made me want to cry out while also causing a stronger pulsing between my legs. One that both raged with heat but also craved focused attention.

Next came the shift of hands on my breasts, replaced by a warm mouth that latched. I had no way of responding in any way outside of breathing deeper and quivering from the sensation.

Now that most sensitive spot between my legs throbbed torturously, demanding attention through the pain. Someone knew the craving I felt because they gripped me beneath my hips, raising them before a cock plunged into me. I cried into the belt as his body met my angered flesh.

The arch of my back only made the mouth on my breast latch with more force with teeth slightly scraping in warning.

Every single part of my body felt this. Both fire and delight. Agony and pleasure. Darkness and only the pulsing of my heartbeat in my ears only intensified the way this consumed me.

Then the cock pulled backward before another plunge into me. The owner dropped his weight onto me and his mouth latched to my other breast as he pumped into me in a way that had my lower regions on fire while friction consumed the bundle of nerves that overwhelmingly approved of the fucking.

I may not have had much ability to move, but my back did arch from the abundance of sensations that allowed me no reprieve. This response of mine must have added to the excitement, because the man fucking me pumped harder and someone found the buckle of the belt, unfastening and loosening it. They pulled the hole I breathed through down and I took a deep gasp before my mouth was pulled further open and something hard was forced in, keeping my mouth wide.

I couldn't even twist my head from hanging over the edge of the bed before a cock shoved in, not stopping until my throat had been reached -- deep given the angle of my head. Given the attention on both my breasts, this had to be a third person who'd come to add to the mix, pulling himself back briefly enough for me to take a breath before another full shove to my throat. And the fucking I received made me take the cock even further in my mouth.

The friction between my legs and sensations of the sucked and scrapes on my breasts were a collision of ecstasy that increased by the pump, causing me to tense and arch, failing to writhe or even catch a solid breath as I desperately needed to do as more and more bliss took hold until my hips jerked upward and an orgasm ripped through me. And that set off the chain reaction of the two cocks shoving deeper and blasting seed into me -- one of which still halting my breath and causing me to bob and gag as it lingered.

And as soon as those men freed me, another hard cock found my mouth and lips and hands once again toyed with and tormented my breasts. But worse, the painful swats landed on my core yet again, continuing the cycle of absolute bliss and torment and use of me in every way imaginable that lasted for what must have been most of the night before I was left alone, unable to move from being laid out and shivering from the cold air that enveloped me.

Only after what felt like miserable hours of tormenting throbbing, stinging, and uncertainty of what might happen next, movement on the edge of the bed proved someone had arrived. The mask was removed and earplugs as well.

Andy -- shirtless and towering -- peered down in the light of early day. "Looks like you had a fun night." He glanced down at my core before using a wet cloth on the fully displayed area. Who knew how many men had had unprotected sex with me. Maybe all of them.

"I might as well get one more round in before you get ready to go to your work conference," he said before grabbing me by the bound legs and pulling me to the edge, reigniting the fiery pain of the lashing I'd endured.