“Do you trust me, Mal?”
I looked over at Tina, I couldn’t resist.
“Yes, of course.”
She had already pulled off my shirt and pushed me on her bed. She climbed on top of me, her red and black dress pushed up her bare thighs as her legs went either side of me. She pulled out a pair of handcuffs from the bedside drawer, taking my arms she clicked the first cuff in place on my wrist, pulled the chain through the metal bedframe, and restrained my other arm. I had the feeling she had done this before. She pulled my body down the bed, so my arms were firmly above my head with my feet dangling off the end, I kicked off my loafers, leaving my sockless feet hanging in the air.
Tina got off the bed, she looked mischievous and sexy in her red and black mini dress, her pale white legs were bare and her feet squeezed into red-heeled black stilettos. She turned her back to me and slowly unzipped her dress, the zip glided down her body, and her brunette curls flowed down the smooth skin of her back. She turned around and pulled the dress down to her ankles. Her breasts were firm with protruding bullet nipples. She had on a black thong, which covered the essentials and disappeared between her firm buttocks. She picked up a red silk scarf and put it around her neck, it fell down her chest and rubbed again her boobs.
“Mal, will you cum for me?”
“Definitely.”
“Will you cum for me when I say so and not before?”
“Whatever you say, Tina.” I wasn’t in a position to argue, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to.
Tina slowly climbed onto the bed and undid my jeans, hearing each button pop filled me with yearning and anticipation. I felt my cock harden as she yanked my jeans down my legs. She then wasted no time in pulling off my boxers too. My cock sprung up to attention as she pulled my clothes from my feet.
Tina looked up at me, she jumped up on the bed and started to rub her hand up and down my cock. She moved and started kissing my tip. Pushing my foreskin down with her lips, I felt my dick get consumed in her mouth. She sped up as her saliva ran down my shaft. She played with my balls as she sucked my dick raw.
It felt so good, she had a great technique, I was getting close, I was desperate to cum and I could feel pre-cum oozing out of me. She lapped it up and took me to the edge without finishing. Then she came up my body and slowly our lips met, she kissed me softly then hard pushing her tongue in my mouth, then leaned back and pushed her groin forward in my face.
I wanted to know what her pussy looked like and how she tasted.
She then moved down my body and got off the bed. She pulled out a Polaroid camera and moved back to my dick, she kissed my knob and clicked the camera at the same time. It fired out a black square which after a few minutes faded to a blurry picture of my erect penis with her lips on it. She put the photo on the bedside cabinet.
“Back in a bit,” she said walking out of the room.
“Hey, what do you mean back in a bit? Fuck, Tina, come back.”
But she was gone and all I was left with was a picture of my bollox. At this moment it occurred to me that maybe Tina was some kind of crazy. Bad thoughts started running through my head. No one knew where I was. I could die tonight, and no one would ever know. Or maybe they would. And that could be worse, to be remembered as the guy who died, naked, chained to a bed. Well, at least I would die happy. Maybe!
I didn’t know Tina that well. I met her through my friend Layla, she had gone to school with Tina. And it was usually some kind of event centred around Layla that I would come into contact with Tina.
Tonight, it was Layla’s birthday and a group of us went out for a Chinese. There were about twenty of us on a long table. I got stuck next to her cousin Rufus, who was a complete bore and there had been no escape. Tina was at the other end of the table with Layla, who I have to say looked beautiful tonight in a pink dress.
After the torturous meal, we all went for drinks. I decided to leave early and booked a taxi. My mobile buzzed I wished Layla a happy birthday and went outside.
“Taxi for Mal Sparrow,” a head hanging out a car window yelled.
“Yes, that’s me.”
“Mal, are you leaving, can we share, I am on the way,” Tina asked, running out after me.
That was a bit of a lie we went five minutes in the wrong direction to get to Tina’s place.
“Do you need to head off or would you like a drink,” she asked, as we drove up her road.
“Sounds good, I could come in for one.”
I paid for the taxi and followed her in. I must admit I had always had a bit of a thing for Tina. She was pretty but very sultry. She rarely smiled, but when she did the room lit up, probably because it happened so infrequently.
She lived on her own in a small one-bedroom house. In the dimly lit lounge, we sunk into her sofa with a bottle of red. We started kissing and I ran my hand along her legs. As we continued, I pushed my hand further up underneath her dress.