Chapter 1

The lovely young redhead lay tightly bound in the bed ... unable to move, trembling in fear. She tried to pull one arm, but there was no way to get it free. She tugged at the other arm, but it was bound even more tightly. The knots looked impervious. He had done it to her so fast she hadn't known what was about to happen.

Now she was bound on her back, naked, her legs spread and her cunt open to view.

The bedroom was her own, and she had been on this bed many times. She had made love with her husband on this bed many times. They had been some of the best moments of her life when he slid his hot cock inside her. But she had never been bound to the bedposts.

Adam had always been so gentle. She looked at him now, sitting on the dresser on the other side of the room. She couldn't understand why he was licking his lips the way he was. If he would only let her up, she would go over and lick his lips for him. She would run her tongue along the surface of his smooth lips and if he wanted, she would run her tongue everywhere on his body. She would run it down his chest, if only he would let her. She would even move all the way down to his dick, without him even asking.

She just wished he would give her the word. Bev raised her head, just a little. Any more would have caused pain from the leather thong expertly tied around her wrists. She was only trying to see if she could make out any kind of bulge in her husband's trousers.

Yes. There was a bulge where his cock was hard. She could clearly see the outlines of his organ. She could see that his cock was over on one side of his pants, down the left leg. And it looked so hard and ready for a fuck.

Adam saw her staring at him, and he smiled back. He hadn't told her why he had tied her up like this. He hadn't told her yet. He knew that was all going to be coming out soon. There was still so much more to be done. He closed his eyes for a minute. There were reasons behind this action.

He wanted her to wonder what was going on inside his head. He knew she was frightened, and her terror was causing something to grow within him. It was something he had never really thought of before. In some ways, he felt more manly because of this terror. Maybe that had something to do with the particular horniness he had been feeling as he had tied her to the bed. He recalled wrapping the leather thongs around her wrists and pulling them to the bedposts. Then he had tied her feet to the foot of the bed.

He was trying to visualize the way he had seen it done in a strange bondage movie, the one he had seen earlier that same day. That had been his inspiration, and he had, thus far, carried out some of the things he had seen. But he remembered that there was more that had to be done, more that must be done.

Adam opened his eyes again, and he grinned at Bev once more. So what, he thought, let her think I'm crazy. That will scare her even more than she's scared right now. He was smiling at that idea, more than at her.

He could see how .beautiful she looked spreadeagled out on the bed like that. He had never had a chance to admire her body like this before. That was one of the bonuses of bondage.

He could see her soft red hair. The way it fell on the pillow made him want to just sink into it. He knew how smooth it felt. He loved the way it fell on his belly when she was licking his cock. In his mind, for one minute, he was one inch tall and he was walking through her hair. Floating through it, really, for that was what he wanted to do. He could feel it covering his entire body, and that was nice. But that fantasy ended in a second, and he looked back at her.

He liked the way her hair looked now, more than ever. It was tossed. It wasn't neatly combed. That was because of the struggle they had when he was tying her to the bedposts. Her hair didn't look as neat as it had looked when he had come home from work that day. It looked beautiful then, he had to admit to himself. There was just some- thing about it, the redness, the luxuriance. The way several strands of her hair sometimes fell across her forehead gave her a savage look that turned him on.

Bev's green eyes were staring back at him.

She had electric green eyes, and he dug that too. Her cheekbones were high, something else that had attracted her to him when he first met her back in Middleburg College. He had always been attracted to girls with high cheekbones. Girls with natural color in their cheeks excited him. He hated the pale, sickly look. Bev had that color. He stared down at her. The woman's lips were pursed, and he had a tremendous desire to walk over there and run his fingers along those lips, those full red lips. He had kissed those lips a thousand times, and yet at that particular moment, they looked more alluring, more appealing, more attractive than ever before.

He knew that it had a lot to do with the way the rest of her body looked. She was spread out naked on the bed. She looked completely vulnerable. He thought of walking over to her and smothering her body with kisses, but he knew that a move like that would blow all his other plans. He had been thinking and planning all day.

Right now he could see the full curves of her figure. He liked the fact that her breasts still looked so full and ripe, despite the stretching of her arms overhead. That was because she had such big tits. He had seen some of those girls in the bondage film, the ones with smaller breasts, and when they were stretched out the way he had Bev stretched out, they hardly looked like they had a bosom at all.

That wasn't the way it was with Bev, and he was happy about that. She still had the full curves, and the big quivering melons. He could see the way they were rising and falling, the small pink nipples pointing straight up at the ceiling. He could tell, even from where he sat on the other side of the room, that her nipples weren't hard. He knew that they would get stiff later on.

Her stomach was so flat. He could see how perfectly formed her belly button was. He watched the way her stomach rose and fell. It wasn't as exciting as watching her breasts, but exciting enough.

He had noticed all these things about her body before. They had been married for three years now, and he loved to gaze at her naked body. However, he had never before had the chance to look at each part of her body for as long a time as he was having now. For even when they were making love, he could never gaze upon her private parts so long and so close.

He let his eyes wander to her cunt. He could see the full patch of red hair that made up her pubic triangle. It looked tempting. There were times when he just liked to run his tongue through the hair, before even moving to the tender lips of her pussy.

He could see those too, right between her thighs. They were covered by fine red hairs. Sometimes when she was in the mood, she would shave off that hair. When she did, and he went down on her, he would always smile at her and tell her how much he appreciated it. It would always be so much smoother then. He would be able to work his tongue into her without having to worry about getting hairs in his mouth.

Today, he didn't care that she hadn't shaved off the pussy hair. It might come in handy when it came to punishing her. First he would have to make the accusations. That was important. He had to accuse her. First he had to tie her up, then accuse her. He wanted her helpless.

He looked at her smooth legs. They were so soft. Her thighs were so fleshy. He was seriously considering fucking her that very minute that he looked at her legs and followed the smoothness of them all the way up to her pussy. Those tender lips looked so inviting. They weren't fully spread, but they would be.

He stood up. The dresser was beginning to feel uncomfortable, he thought. He walked a little closer to the bed. He could see how nervous she was getting as he moved toward her. He knew why. He wasn't walking like normal. He was stalking her, almost like a madman. He was taking longer strides than usual, he was rubbing his crotch, something he rarely did, and the look on his face could only be described as malicious, evil and malicious.

He moved closer, and he could feel his leg brushing against the mattress. He moved his fingers to her lips, and he ran them over. He could feel how dry her lips were. He pushed his finger into her mouth and touched her tongue. It was dry too. Her mouth was dry. He leaned and kissed her on the lips. At the same time that his mouth made contact with hers, he was building up saliva. He got a gob on the tip of his tongue and forced it into her mouth.

As he pulled back, ending the kiss, he left a tiny trace of saliva on her lips. Then, he moved his finger back there and he traced the curve. He rubbed saliva in, and her lips looked so wet and alluring now. More than they had looked before. The fear in her eyes had also increased.

He let his hand fall on her neck, just for a minute. He held it fairly tight, as if he were going to choke her. He could tell that she actually thought for one second that he was going to do it. He knew that he would never kill her, because he loved her too much. He hated even to cause her pain, but now it was necessary.

He let his hand trace the length of her whole body. When he moved it to her breasts, he plied her nipples through his fingers. He played with each one, till he brought on stiffness, and then he left them. He let his hand glide along her smooth belly, and then through her thick red patch. He pulled at a few hairs, but not for long. Then, he slid his hand between her legs and he started to gently rub her pussy lips. He kept his eyes on her face the whole time. When he touched her lips, she closed her eyes, as if she thought that he was going to start to bring her pleasure. He noticed that she was pretty used to closing her eyes each time he touched her cunt. Bev was unable to comprehend it. There she had been, lying tied to the bed for half an hour. She hadn't said anything to him because she didn't know why she was in this position in the first place. She had been waiting for him to say something first. Then, when he had walked over and kissed her, it had somehow been more thrilling than ever before.

Adam was enjoying her confusion. He rubbed away at her cunt lips, till he felt the moistness building. Then he slid his finger up her pussy and started to massage her clit. He wondered how it felt, and when her clit grew swollen his question was answered.

She was getting aroused, and that was good. He went on massaging her clit. He could feel how smooth it was, and he knew that it was because of her juices. They were flowing hotly. He could feel her pussy starting to spasm. She tried to thrust her ass off the bed a little, but she could only raise it so much before the leather cutting into her wrists and ankles just became too painful. He looked at her face, excited by her expression.

The combination of pleasure and pain that was on her face thrilled him. He could see the pleasure building each time he rubbed her clit. He could see the pain overcoming her each time she thrust her ass up. Her cunt was getting wetter and wetter. He could see the faint trace of sweat beginning to run down her heavy breasts. He wanted to lick off that sweat more than anything in the world, but he couldn't. That would be going too far, and the night was so young.

The real pain had not yet begun. Just as her pussy muscles started to spasm even more, just as she seemed on the verge of climax, just as she seemed like she was going to explode from the passions rising within her, he pulled his fingers out.

He could feel her pussy lips wrapping around his finger, as if they were beckoning to him, begging him, pleading with him just to continue even a minute, half a minute, ten seconds longer. Just till the climax could reach its peak, even if it was bound to subside in a few minutes.

He didn't care. He just pulled his finger out of her cunt and stepped back from the bed a few feet to watch her and see what her reaction was going to be.

She opened her eyes and she could see him standing, his hands on his hips. He had this expression on his face. One that she couldn't figure out. All she could think about was the orgasm she almost had, but which he deprived her of.

She had liked it when he massaged her body, her breasts, her nipples. She had become even more excited when he went to work on her cunt. She had closed her eyes so she could concentrate on the feelings inside her. When he touched her cunt with his fingers, she had felt a searing passion shoot through her body. She had never been in such a submissive position before, in a position where she couldn't do anything to defend herself, in a position where she couldn't do anything to her partner in return.

At first, she thought she was going to hate it all. When he had first tied her down, she was ready to give him a piece of her mind. However, she had decided to wait. He had stripped her, and she had imagined that there would be some sex involved in this little game.

His fingers in her cunt had been building her up to such an orgasm that she had thought she was going to burst right open.

Then it had stopped, almost faster than it had started. All he had to do was pull his hands away from her cunt, and everything was over.

The passions had just disappeared, and now, she was feeling so uncomfortable seeing the sweat running down her breasts, feeling the sweat under her ass, sweat that was wetting the bed where she had been lying, fairly comfortably for the past half an hour. Not the way she would have liked to be, but comfortable just the same.

She looked at him still. He was wearing the black sports shirt she liked, with gray pants. He always looked so handsome and proper in black or gray. Maybe it was the contrast with his blond hair. She could see how firm his jaw was, and when he smiled, she loved the whiteness of his teeth.

In some ways she loved him just for his smile, but in other ways she had learned to hate him. When she hated him, it was the smile she loathed. It could be a beautiful smile, or it could be evil.

Right now, she hated that smile. She didn't think he deserved to smile at her like that. She thought of what he had just done to her. She knew that she had remained silent too long. It was time she had some things straight with him. Maybe, she thought, if he had brought her to a climax, she wouldn't be feeling the way she was. Maybe she wouldn't be so pissed off.

Right now, she was not only totally unfulfilled, she was raging with anger.

"Okay, Adam, the fun and games are over now. I don't know what you were up to in the first place, tying me up. Take those things off my wrists and ankles."

Adam only smiled at her, more evilly than before. He said nothing.

"Please," she said, getting even more frustrated now. It was bad enough that he had her bound to her own bed, but having him remain silent was infuriating. "Adam, please! Answer me. Say something. Get these fucking leather ropes the hell off of me."

Adam could see the way she was trying to struggle, even as she grew angrier and angrier. She pulled at the ties on her wrists, then at the ones on her ankles. The more she pulled, the tighter the things got.

She was forgetting the position she was in, and how she looked. He knew that she would never be able to pull out of it, and that was why he was so sure of himself. He could stand there and smile for an hour, and she wouldn't be able to do a thing.

"Adam, please, for Pete's sake, untie me. Adam, I'm trying to stay as calm as I possibly can. I don't understand whatever made you tie me up like this in the first place. I won't even ask you if you don't want to tell me. As far as I'm concerned, the game is over. Just untie me and we can forget the whole thing. I'll never bring it up again, never. We can forget that it ever happened."

Her husband remained silent, just stood there grinning and enjoying how she looked, naked and tied to the posts of the bed.

She continued pleading: "I know that I've made some promises like this before, and then I've gone and brought them up. But I swear to you, on my life, that I'll never mention this again. Okay? Please, Adam? Are you just going to stand there? Adam! Please. Let me loose. Please, Adam!"

She was practically screaming now. The sound of her own screams terrified her, but she thought it might persuade him.

"A-a-a-adam-m-m!!! Untie me this minute! Take these fucking leather ropes out of here and shove them up your fucking ass. I want out, right now!"

He walked over to her calmly. He reached for the rope, as if he were going to loosen it a little. He was reaching for her right arm, since he was standing on the left side of the bed. He did this purposefully, because he wanted to be bending right over her. He was reaching for the leather thong on her wrist. Before she knew what was happening, he slapped her hard across the face.

She stared up at him, mouth open, eyes aghast.

And then he slapped her again, snapping her head over onto the side and making spittle jump from her open mouth.

"Now the fun begins," was all he said.