He Seemed Nice Enough

He seemed nice enough. He came over to me and introduced himself as Jason, somewhat timidly. And he was puppy dog cute, with his shaggy blond hair and calm blue eyes. He was tallish, about six foot, just the perfect size. And he bought me a drink. We sat together talking, almost like old friends. He could make me laugh with his charming, quick wit. Ah… I thought. Today my fate angel really loves me.

I drove him home, because he had gone to the bar with some buddies of his. He invited me in for a drink. I accepted… he was so nice…. He poured champagne and we sat around a quaint wooden table, talking.

Suddenly, he put his drink down, got up, and walked over to me. He put an arm around my waist, pulling me up out of my chair. He took my drink and set it down. Then he pulled me close, and pressed his soft lips against mine.

Passions erupted inside of me. As his tongue encircled mine, I felt a flame burning my insides, making me feel more alive than I ever had before. I kissed him, hungrily, just wanting to taste more and more of him. I felt his hardness against my leg, and I realized just how much I wanted him. He walked me over to his bed, and threw me down upon it savagely.

I laid on the bed, staring up at him as he tore off his shirt and struggled to get his pants off as quickly as he good. And then he stared at me from above, his godly naked body driving me mad with lust. He lowered himself down on the bed over me, and I lifted my lips to meet his. He pulled away sharply, slapping my face and causing me to whimper.

It took me a moment, but then I understood. He was the dominant force, the master. I was naught but his slave, and I was to obey him and let him do whatever he wanted to me. Taking a deep breath, I laid back, relaxing my muscles and waiting for his next move.

“Take off your clothes,” he demanded. I began undressing and saw him leave the room. I got confused. Why was he leaving? But I finished undressing and sat back again, naked, and saw him return to the room carrying a box. He looked at me for a moment with hunger in his eyes, and took out a pair of handcuffs.

He handcuffed me to the bed and it hurt so much. The metal was digging in to m delicate wrists and I felt as though my bones would snap any minute. I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the pain, and I felt Jason crawl on top of me and spread my legs apart. He lowered himself over me and thrust heavily in to me, making me whimper in pain and pleasure.

He kept thrusting in and out of me, each time harder and faster than the time before. It drove me crazy. I looked up at his face and saw his face, glowing with perspiration. His once-calm blue eyes were now that of a madman. It was so hot, so hot I thought I could die any minute.

His thrusts were getting so hard now and I finally understood why people sometimes call sex “banging.” I could feel myself being driven towards the edge. I arched my back and screamed his name, feeling convulsions inside of me stronger than I had ever felt before. Such a powerful orgasm… I felt my whole body convulsing and it took away all my strength. Somehow, I found the power to open my eyes, and I saw Jason just reaching orgasm, his eyes closing and his whole body tensing, shooting loads of sperm deep in to my body.

Jason stayed on me for no more than ten seconds after he stopped ejaculating, He grabbed a robe off a hook on the wall and looked at me, almost sadly, for a moment. He glanced at the ground, then shook his head, and pulled a gun from the pocket of his robe. He pointed it at me, and I saw his eyes getting moist. “Little girl” he said, addressing me. “You would have been a tramp.”

I struggled to get up for a moment, but then I remembered the handcuffs. I looked up at him pleadingly. “But I wouldn’t! I’d be the best wife ever, I’d never disobey you, I’d do whatever you wa - “

I saw his hand move and I heard the shot erupt from the gun and everything went black.