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“I’ll think about it,” she’d said, and he gave a calm smile as if it was all up to her.
He watched as she swallowed, traced her pink tongue over her pale lips and left a slight sheen behind. Her cheeks were a bit flushed, her outfit a bit too heavy for the crowded cafe, but it left her looking like a porcelain doll, so artfully painted.
As he stood from the table he was thankful his jacket hid the bulge in his pants. He leaned down and his index finger went to her chin, making her loo
k into his eyes. He held her gaze for a few seconds before he spoke, “Happy birthday, Aubrey.”
Tears glittered in her eyes again and a smile formed on her wet mouth. “Thank you, Ryan.”
It wasn’t even a full four hours before he got her call, and he went to pick her up in his black Audi. It was all dark at her address, and for a few minutes he wondered if she was yanking his leg.
It wasn’t a great neighbourhood. The grass was overgrown in most of the lawns, and there was a broken down vehicle in her driveway. He momentarily wished that he hadn’t just waxed the car earlier that day, making it sparkle under the few street lamps that still flickered in and out. It stood out too much, was too flashy in the poor neighbourhood.
But when she quietly closed her front door, an oversized duffle bag in her hand, eyes widening at the sight of the car, he knew he’d done the right thing. Silently, he slid from the driver’s seat and walked over to help her with her bag, like a gentleman.
This was the start of something amazing, for both of them. She just didn’t know it yet.
“I’m not sure about this,” she protested as she heard the camera flash go off again, her arms bound behind her. She was still dressed in that oversized white shirt, the black skirt pooling around her legs as she kneeled before him. A soft, leather collar was worn tight around her throat and she wouldn't stop swallowing, as if to make room.
She’d already accepted more than a couple of drinks that night as they celebrated her final midterm exam. She’d been living with him a few weeks, and he couldn’t have been more elated with the company, the companionship. It had started out as lust, as a passing curiosity, but had quickly exploded into something more. A friendship of sorts.
When he’d told her that he made and sold bondage equipment online, it wasn’t a total lie. He was the middle man, an intermediary for a bunch of fetish sites. But he didn’t make it, and he certainly didn’t need a model for his newest designs.
But she was cautiously curious, and that’d been enough. When he asked if she’d be willing to take some pictures - totally clothed, totally anonymous - she’d been afraid but that temptation gleamed in her eyes.
When he’d offered to pay her, to help her gain her independence, it was what toppled her over the edge.
“You look great, Aubrey. The collar fits you perfectly.” He smiled as he looked down on her, the camera separating them yet making him feel so in control. So in charge. “We’ll take it slow and just do what makes you comfortable,” he reassured her in his deep voice and she nodded.
“I’ve just... never done anything like this.” Her eyes were blindfolded, her arms bound, her throat collared, and he’d never seen her look more perfect. Her pristine skin looked so fresh and clean after her shower, and even though it was the middle of the night, both of them were wide awake. Alert.
Not even the wine could inhibit this, not when there was such electricity between them.
“I promise, no one will know it’s you. I really appreciate this, you know. And I’m sure the $500 will go a long way towards a lease, eventually.”
She stilled her uneasy fidgeting for a moment at the reminder of why she’d really agreed to do this, and she gave another nod.
His cock throbbed in his pants.
He could scarcely believe that this was happening, that all his dreams were coming true, and the grin across his face widened as he dropped to one knee in front of her. He could smell that light vanilla perfume on her, see every little detail of her skin as his eyes greedily devoured her blindfolded form.
“This will be the easiest money you can ever make, Princess. If you don't watch yourself, you might get addicted.”
The way her back arched at the word ‘princess’ made his loins jump again, responding so acutely to that odd mix of emotions he sensed within her. The submission in her, craving to be coaxed out.
Ryan didn’t touch her, though. Not then. Even though he wanted to, he only appreciated every bit of her body in its fully-clothed glory, up close and personal. She was bound and helpless, but he didn’t want her to fight. He didn’t want her to struggle.
No, he wanted something grander. He wanted to possess her.
To get in under her skin.
The next day, he doled out 25 crisp $20 bills, placing them into her hand with a wink. She was already feeling more comfortable, now that he’d proven his word and not taken advantage of his bondage shots. She'd come out of it unscathed. Untouched.
He almost felt like a father, paying her allowance, and when he watched her head out to classes there was a noticeable skip to her step.
She’d be back, begging for more before she knew it.
The day passed horrifically slow. Every moment was spent pining for her, poring over the pictures from the night before. The way her creamy skin was caressed by the light, the contrast of the dark, textured leather against her slender neck.
