Tuesday, April 8, 2008

A Tub for Two: Part 2 "Trust me"

As you're being carried towards the cabin you are expecting the best. Perhaps making love on a fur rug in front of a romantic fireplace you think. You are stirred from your wishful thinking as I turn the corner and instead of carrying you into the cabin, I pass the door and go around to the side, heading to the other side of the cabin. As I round the corner you see a lit fire in a stone fireplace, crackling and illuminating the hot tub that sits on a deck hanging over the lake. The sound of the waves and the crackling fire wash over you, relaxing your body. You seem to soften and melt in my arms. As I still carry you, you take my face in your hands and press your lips against mine. The night looks even more promising than you had dared imagine.

I set you down on your feet by the deck railing and without a word I pull you to me, my lips covering yours, my hands smoothly moving from your back to cup the curve of your ass. I can feel your nipples harden against my chest as we kiss. Impulsively I pull back and sweeping my hands upward I grasp the edge of your shirt and quickly pull it off over your head. "Turn around," I say, "look at the lake." You do, waiting for the feeling of my arms wrapping around you. But before you realize what has happened I'm strapping your right hand to the decl rail with a leather belt. "But...wait...I.... " you stammer. "Shhhhhhh," I say as I press my finger to your lips. "Trust me." It's too late. At this point you don't have any choice but to trust me as now your other hand is strapped down too. You're starting to panic a little. You're in the middle of nowhere, with a virtual stranger, tied up and no one, NO ONE, knows where you are. "Don't scream, trust me, " I whisper into your ear. "But wait, no, I...mmmmmph!" Your eyes bulge wide as I gag you and tie it behind your head. "I told you to trust me That didn't have to happen."

You know you can't scream now, and even if you could, there's no one for miles who would hear you. Tears begin to run down your face as the certainty of imminent torture and death seems to loom. Suddenly you feel lips, soft lips kissing your tears and again my whisper, "Trust me." You close your eyes and wait, fearful about what might be next. Not wanting to acknowledge the situation you put yourself in, praying that when you opened your eyes you'd be home awakening from a terrible nightmare. If not for the terror you're feeling this would be a beautiful setting. The lake and the flickering glow of the fire. The crisp, clear night sky appears to be a tapestry of indigo velvet strewn with diamonds. As you wish in vain for a way to turn back time you feel my hands encircle your waist and unbutton your jeans, my hands firmly, steadily sliding them down over your hips and legs until they fall at your feet. You stand here, outdoors, all but naked in what you thought would be a cute and sexy little bra and thong outfit that would arouse your blogger lover at your first passionate meeting. In your head those romantic fantasies have been replaced by flashes, horrible flashes, images of what possible torture and pain I might be intent upon inflicting upon you.

9 comments:

JRM said...

oh dearbgods, write faster!!!! ;))))

A. Secret said...

I just got the shivers-good ones! I love that he's in control. Sort of makes me melty in the right places.

Very nice Phil, very nice. Would begging help hurry along Part 3?
XX

Phil said...

Jrm- Although I am used to women pleading with me to go faster, you'll have to wait.

a. secret- Well, I do love when women beg me for what they want. It might help, let the begging commenve!

nitebyrd said...

Pleeeeease, please ... write more!
This is a delicious story, hun.

Chris said...

Intense. In-fucking-tense. Anticipation turned to fear, very intriguing.

Naughty Girl said...

Wrong, wrong, wrong...how am I supposed to contemplate a lonely night without the rest of the story!! More, must have mooooorrre. :)

Helga Hansen said...

Mmmmmm.... just found your blog now... I'll be back to read your archives. I like. Carry on!

Brainiac Chick said...

I want to do it in the rain...

Phil said...

I do love when women beg for more.

Helga- It's nice to meet you. I hope you'll be back.

Brainiac- Nice of you to come back. I like your idea. I think doing it in the rain could be very hot.