Short story: Twisted

It’s the middle of the night, but I can’t sleep.  You’re lying beside me, breathing deep, probably dreaming about something naughty.  I’d love to wake you up and bring your dreams to life, but when I turn on the bedside lamp you don’t even flinch.  I guess I wore you out.

The red light bulb casts an eerie erotic glow this late at night.  It’s so dark out I can’t see the stars or the moon.  Lightning flashes in the west.  A storm is coming.  The red-tinted darkness puts me in a wicked mood, and I get restless.  My mind starts to wander.

Eric and I have started experimenting with bondage.  Our ropes are hidden in the closet, but a lightning flash illuminates the end of a rope sticking out of the closet door.  An evil idea suddenly comes to my twisted mind.  I slide out of bed, careful not to wake you.  The closet slips open without a sound and I pull out the ropes.  I look back at the bed where you’re lying flat on your back, arms flung out to the sides.  Perfect.

I tie down your arms first, one wrist to each bedpost.  Then I tie your ankles to the posts at the foot of the bed.  I can’t believe you haven’t woken up.  I open my dresser drawer and put on my favorite red corset.  I pull the laces tight, pushing my breasts up high.  But I can’t find the matching g-string.  Oh well, I’ll just go without.  The finishing touch: my black naughty-school-girl heels.

The sight of you laying spread-eagled and unaware makes me wet.  What am I going to do to you next?  I crawl onto the bed, my knees on either side of your body.  You look so peaceful, but that won’t last for long.  I open my mouth and lower it to your chest.  My tongue touches your nipple and you moan.  My teeth close hard and you yelp.

“Hey!”  Your eyes fly open and you glare at me.

I giggle and sit up, giving you a good look at my costume (and what’s missing).  Your expression changes from anger to lusty interest.  You reach for me but your arms stop short.  “What the fuck?”

“Oh we’ll get to that eventually.  But not before I have a little fun with you.”

“What kind of fun?”  The lust is still there, but your eyes turn wary.

I say nothing, giving you a wicked smile as my fingernails sink into your shoulders and rake down your chest.  You gasp and squirm under me. Your erection hardens against my thigh.

“You little slut.”

“No.”  I grab your chin and force you to look me in the eyes.  “You’re in no position to speak to me like that,” a devious smile twists my lips, “slave.”

You tug at the ropes binding your wrists, but they won’t give.  I can see in your eyes that you’re fighting to get your hands on me.  I watch you struggle while I debate how to torture you.  Hmmm…what would drive you crazy?  Spanking?  Tickling?  Maybe pressing a vibrator against your most sensitive spots?

No.  I know how to drive you crazy.  Teasing.  Not letting you have what you want the most—my body.  I get up on my hands and knees, leaning over you just out of your reach.  “Do you want me?”  I whisper in your ear.

You growl.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”  My breasts brush against your lips but before you can kiss them, I move away.  I run my hands over your chest, lightly scratching your skin.  Your nipples harden as I draw circles around them with my fingertips.  I flicker my tongue over them just enough to make you want more.  Again, I move away.

You hiss, twisting against the ropes.  “Fucking tease.”

“That’s the idea.”  I turn around and straddle your chest, exposing my wet folds as I bend over and nibble your inner thighs.  You lift your head to lick me, but you can’t reach.  I wiggle closer, but you still can’t reach.  I’m so close you can smell me and feel my heat.  You can almost taste me.  But you can’t touch.

“Give it to me, bitch!”

What did I tell you about speaking to me that way?  I bite your thigh.  “Quiet slave!  You’re here for my pleasure.”

You grit your teeth but you manage to stay quiet as my mouth moves over your erection.  You’re so hard I’m tempted to give up my torture and fuck you on the spot.  But I resist.  Instead I bat at your cock with my tongue, trying not to laugh when I hear your groan each time my tongue makes contact.  I’m having too much fun.

I’m having so much fun I don’t notice you’re working one of the ropes around your wrist loose.  I turn around and sit up, flipping my hair over my shoulders and sliding my hands down my body over my bulging breasts to my wet lower lips.  You stop working on the rope and watch me as I wiggle my hips closer to your hot erection.

“Do you want to fuck me?”  I capture your cock between my thighs, stroking.

“Yes.”

My hot wet pussy slides against your erection.  “Say please, slave.”

You give me a really nasty look and press your lips closed.  I laugh and close my eyes, releasing your cock and then trapping it again.  I repeat this pattern, trap and release, squeezing and teasing.  Your skin gets hot and damp.  I love having control over you.

With one quick tug, you break free of the rope.  Your other hand is free before I can react.  You grab my waist and shove your erection inside me so hard I fall onto your chest.

“Oh God!”

You laugh. “Master will do.”  You grab a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back for a brutal kiss, slapping my ass and fucking me hard and fast.  Oh that feels so good.  This is exactly what I wanted you to do to me.  But then you stop.

“Don’t stop!” I gasp, slapping your chest.

You grab my wrist and pin my arm behind my back.  “You’re in no position to be making demands.”  You move slowly underneath me, making me moan.  “Say please, slave.”

I whimper and nuzzle against your neck.  “Please.”

“What?”  You pull my head back and force me to look at you.

“Please!  Fuck me.  Hard.”

You pause as if deep in thought.  “Nope.”  You sit up and dump me off your lap.  “Untie me.”

I briefly think about rebelling, but lightning flickers across your face and reveals you mean business.  I crawl to the end of the bed and untie your legs.  Before I can ask what to do next you grab me and throw me on my back.  Picking up a rope, you tie my wrists together and lift them over my head, tying me to the headboard.

You stand at the foot of the bed, staring at me.  Lightning licks my body, caressing my naked thighs, touching my plump breasts, stroking my flushed skin.  You watch my pussy drip, my breath coming in short gasps.

I’m tied up and at your mercy.  I’m so excited my whole body is quivering.  I watch you watching me and I wonder, with just the tiniest bit of fear, what you’re going to do to me.  Your erection lengthens as you ponder the thought.  A deliberate smile twists your lips, and I catch my breath, waiting.

You dive between my legs, and I come the instant your tongue touches me.  My body arches into your mouth, and I sob for more.  You get up on your knees and thrust into me, pulling at the laces of my corset while you fuck me.  The corset gets thrown across the room and you fall on top of me, driving hard.

I want to get my hands on you but I can’t, so I wrap my legs around your hips and pull you in hard.  We alternate hard thrusting and slow grinding; feeling each other’s bodies as completely as we can.  I scream when you pull out, but you turn me over, moving me to my knees and I grab the headboard with my tied hands.  Then you take me from behind, pounding into me, grinding your body into mine again.  I’m trapped between your body and the headboard.  You sink your teeth into my shoulder and I shiver.  My nipples throb when you stroke and pinch them.

“I’m going to come.”  My body is aching for release.

“Not until I say so.”

“Please….”  Oh god I need to come.

You chuckle and slide your fingers between my wet lips, circling and stroking.  Harder, faster oh please let me come!  You’re on the edge too.  I can feel it.  Your body is hot and tight.  Your thrusts get quicker, more urgent.  When you feel my hips start to roll, you press my clit, lean close to my ear and whisper, “Come.”

And we do.  My body squeezes you, holding you tight.  I feel your liquid heat shooting inside me.  For a moment, neither of us can breathe, and then we start breathing together.  You pull out slowly then thrust back in, drawing one more gasp from me.

You collapse on the bed and crawl under the covers.  “Well done, slave.  You may sleep now.”

“I’d like to but I’m still tied up.”  I tug at the ropes but the knot is solid.

“Hm?”  You turn your back to me and fall asleep.

“Come on now.  Play time is over.”  Did I hear you laugh?  “Hey Paul!”  I kick you, but you don’t move.  “This isn’t funny.  Untie me!”

“Say please, slave.”

Grrrr….

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About Amelia James

Amelia James started reading steamy romance novels in junior high, but her mom took them away from her, so she started daydreaming instead. After she got married, she wrote some of her naughtier daydreams down and sent them to Playgirl magazine. Two of them got published. She kept daydreaming and writing stories until her dirty stories turned into trashy books. She lives in Colorado, but she’ll always be a loyal Wisconsin Cheesehead. When she’s not lusting after her next bad boy hero, she looks for inspiration in sci-fi and action movies, football players, bloodsucking lawyers, muscle cars, and kick-butt chicks.
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4 Responses to Short story: Twisted

  1. Highly enjoyable – although for obvious reasons I liked the second half far more than the first.
    Smiles

  2. Your writing is so good it’s like I’m there. You never cease to amaze me.

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