Hopeless

A/N: This is my first fic of this nature, so it probably sucks. Please read and review. If you guys actually like it, I might write a companion fic from the girl’s perspective. Meh, we’ll see how it goes.
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Stephen stood outside of the apartment, clutching her note in his hands.

I’m leaving in the morning, it read. If you want to see me one last time, you know where to find me.

Yes, he mused, he knew where to find her. And he had come, thinking that he wanted to see her more than anything. But now that he was here, he was more than a little nervous. But this was her last night in town and it was true that he would probably never see her again. Summoning his courage, he put her note in his pocket and knocked on her door.

“Come in,” a sultry voice called from inside. He opened the door and was immediately surprised. All of the lights were off and there was no sign of anyone in the apartment. She always did like making grand entrances, but this time, he was a little unnerved. Shrugging it off, he wandered around the room, examining the place. Not much had changed since the last time he had been here, although it had been almost a year ago.

Has it been a year already? he wondered. It seemed like only yesterday that he had last been here. He made his way to the picture window and stared at the city below. Everything looked the same as it had back then. Even he had not changed since then. He was still madly in love with her, still caught up in her spell, still her prisoner. He let his mind drift back to their shared past.

He had first met her when they were both in high school. She had been a senior and he a freshman. They had been in the science club together. He had liked her the moment he saw her. She was beautiful, smart, funny, talented, everything he could ever hope for a girl to be. He had fallen hard for her. He followed her around like a lost little puppy, hoping that one day she would return his feelings. He was still waiting for her even after she graduated. He began to lose hope, but he continued to try anyway. He had talked to her online when they were still in school, and now it was his only connection to her. He talked to her every chance he could. Soon, it seemed like she had relented. Sure enough, they began to get together in person. For Stephen, it was a dream come true. She went off to college that next school year, but the campus was close to home so she would come home on weekends and holidays.

Their first time was on one such occasion. It was her Christmas present to him. Stephen had readily agreed, though he was unsure about the events as they unfolded. She was into a lot of things that Stephen had never even thought about before. But he accepted the handcuffs and the whip and everything else that she saw fit to use. It was even fun, for awhile. He had thought he was happy. He thought that nothing could go wrong.

But she became more distant after a few months. Stephen didn’t know why. He didn’t know if he had done something to upset her or if she just thought it was time to move on. He tried calling her but she didn’t answer his phone calls. He tried to contact her online but she had blocked his messages. The separation was hard for Stephen. He loved her. At least, he thought he did. But he was stuck in limbo, at the moment. He didn’t want to just give up, but she would neither return to him nor let him move on. She seemed to have some hold on him that she just wasn’t ready to give up yet. Sure enough, she contacted him some months later asking him to come to her apartment. Thus began the cycle. She would stop talking to him for awhile, teasing him, proving that he was helpless to leave her. Then, whenever she was in the mood for a little fun, she would contact him. He would go to her apartment and let her have her way with him. This part of the cycle would last anywhere from a few days to a month, but never more. And she did everything she could to prove that it was just sex, that he meant nothing to her. She laughed at him for thinking that their relationship has ever been anything special. She laughed when he told her that he loved her. She would call him weak and naïve for believing that he ever had an honest chance with her and for not being able to let go.

“You are mine,” she would say. “And you did this to yourself.”

Stephen sighed, his breath fogging up the window. She was right, after all. He was hopelessly weak. He hadn’t seen her in almost a year, yet here he was again. He couldn’t escape from her even now. Stephen was startled out of his reverie by the sound of her voice.

“I knew you couldn’t resist,” she whispered in his ear. “You never could.”

Her hands ghosted across the front of his body, already undoing the buttons of his shirt and caressing his skin. Stephen was already on edge just being in her apartment and his body quickly responded to her attentions. She smirked and let one of her hands drift down to rest over the growing bulge in his pants.

“Eager as ever, I see,” she remarked in amusement as she gave the bulge a firm squeeze. She unzipped his pants and lowered both them and his boxers off of his hips. Grasping his erection, she slowly began to stroke it. Her other hand left his chest and began fondling his balls. Stephen moaned a bit at the contact. She knew enough about him to know exactly how he liked to be touched. She was already driving him crazy but he wanted more. But when he said as much, she simply smirked again. She made eye contact with his reflection and when she spoke again, her voice was harder than before.

“You should know by now that this is not about you. You are not here because I wish to please you. You are here to please me. You are mine. Appreciate what you are given and do not ask for anything more. You are lucky to be here, after all.”

Stephen nodded dimly at her words. She flashed a devilish grin and Stephen hoped she would finish what she had started. Instead, she pulled her hands away and Stephen groaned at the loss of contact.

“Finish up here and then you may come with me to the bedroom.” She took a step back and watched and Stephen hesitated before taking himself in hand and beginning to pump his erection. It didn’t take long for him to come, his essence splashing on the window and at his feet. He took no notice of it as he turned around and followed her to the bedroom as ordered, removing his pants and shoes in the process. He was reminded once again of how weak he was, but he pushed that thought from his mind, determined to enjoy this night. The sight that greeted him as he entered the bedroom was all too familiar. The leather bindings were present on the bedposts, ready to hold him in place while she ravished him. Various other implements lay ready and waiting on shelves around the room. But there was something new present tonight. A video camera stood off to the side of the bed. Stephen stared at the device, wide-eyed.

“What’s that matter? Are you camera shy?” she mocked. Shaking his head, he moved to the bed in a resigned nature. This seemed to please her to no end. She tied him to the bedposts as usual, then moved to turn the camera on. She stood at the end of the bed and very slowly began to remove her clothes. Stephen couldn’t help but get hard again just watching her. It didn’t matter that he was mentally beating himself up over his situation or that there was a camera filming all of it. The sight of her pale, smooth skin being revealed to him with painstaking slowness aroused him again. She removed the last of her clothing before slinking over the foot of the bed and crouching over him. Taking his cue from her position, he tilted his head up and began licking one of her breasts. She leaned closer to him and he began sucking on it in earnest. She sighed in satisfaction and shifted a bit so that he could give her other breast the same attention. Meanwhile, her hands roamed over his body, her nails scratching lightly over sensitive spots. Her hands traveled lower until the found his cock. Suddenly, Stephen’s eyes opened wide again. He couldn’t believe it. While he was busy with her breasts, she had managed to tie a strip of black leather around the base of his cock. He mentally groaned. She openly laughed at him.

“It amazes me that you fall for that every time,” she mused, before lowering herself onto him.

She came twice before untying the leather strap and taking him once more before letting him fall asleep, though she did not release him from his bonds.

When Stephen woke the next morning, the apartment was empty. She was gone without so much as a goodbye. But that didn’t really surprise him after all this time. He noticed that she had the decency to untie him before she left, though. He found his clothes, dressed, and was about to leave, when he noticed something on the counter. It was a video tape, presumably the one they had made the night before. There was a note attached to it. Something to remember me by, it read. Stephen doubted that he would need the tape to remember her. But he took it with him anyway.

His last thought as he left the apartment was that he really was a hopeless case.