Marc 4: Bound to be her friend.

One incredible, crazy night.

So, let me tell you about Amy. She’s not looking for a relationship right now, and I’m good with that. Her last boyfriend hurt her pretty badly. I offered to hurt the fucker back, but she wouldn’t tell me who he was.

She’s smart, spunky, and really fun to be with. We spend a lot of time together — usually a couple glasses of wine, and a romp in the bedroom. It’s become a friends with benefits kind of thing.

When she popped over for a glass of wine last night, she seemed agitated.

We talked for a bit, but she was tightlipped, so I handled the bulk of the conversation, talking about what I’d written that day.

She drank. A lot. I could tell something was wrong.

“Do you want to play some video games or watch a movie tonight?” I asked, probing for some kind of reaction.

“Let’s fuck.” She smiled for the first time that night. “Yeah, I think that’s what I really need right now.” She put down her wine glass and pulled me into a fierce embrace.

After kissing her solidly, I answered, “Your place or mine.” She lived right across the hall. Sometimes she preferred to have sex in her own bed, sometimes in mine. I was good either way.

“Here, and I need something from you.” She had a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. I knew her well enough to know she had her moods.

I chuckled. “Am I going to need a safe word, or just another glass of wine?”

She took my half empty glass and topped it off. Handing it back, she said, “Wine is your safe word for tonight. Drink up. And before we start…I’m sorry.”

“Help,” I said in mock horror, then took another sip.

Minutes later, I was naked and tied spread eagle to my bed. She stripped down to her lacy black bra and panties.

“It’s not you…it’s me,” was all the indication of what was to come she would give me. That smile…that glint in her eyes as she scanned my body head to toe. “Tonight, I need complete control.”

She climbed up onto the bed next to me going right for my cock, fisting her hand around its shaft and pumping up and down. “This is mine tonight, do you understand — mine to do as I please.”

“Bad day at work?” She was so aggressive, she had me close to coming, and I didn’t think that was what she wanted.

“Yeah, sorry.” She eased up then stopped, exiting the bed. “I know what I need.”

She took the blindfold from the drawer of sex toys we’ve accumulated and secured it around my eyes. I got the feeling she wasn’t so much blinding me as obscuring my face.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this.” It was a good thing I trusted her. “Who am I standing in for now, your boss?”

“My ex, Kevin.” The name came out full of derision.

It was the first time she’d mentioned his name.

“He had the nerve to show up at my shoot today, despite the restraining order.”

She was letting it all out. Working herself up. I’d never seen her this way. Was this a mistake?

“Please, Babe, let me up. We can talk about this.” I didn’t use the safe word, so she knew I was just roleplaying. Hopefully it was the role she needed me to play.

“Oh, no, Babe.” She climbed back onto the bed and once again grabbed my cock in one hand and cradling my balls in the other. “Not this time.”

She was gentler than before, but not much. My erection pulsed hard in her hand. “What are you going to do to me?”

“I’m going to fuck you, asshole!” She threw a leg over me. At some point she must have slid out of her panties, because the next thing I feel is her silky folds engulfing me.

“Amy, oh God!” She always feels incredible.

Then she’s riding me…hard. She pinches both my nipples, sending a shock through my system, and pulling me back from the edge of orgasm.

“Not yet,” she commanded. “Don’t you dare come yet!”

I gritted my teeth. Whatever she needs. I just hope I can hang on.

Her body bagin to quiver as an orgasm overtook her. “Oh, oh, oh!”

She ground down on me hard, taking in my full length. “Fuuuuuck!”

I couldn’t hold it any longer. As she collapses on top of me, I empty myself into her. It was powerful, passion-filled, and everything I’ve got to give her.

She puffed hard as she raised her head from my chest. Then she pulled off the blindfold. “God, Marc, I’m so sorry. I kind of got lost in that fantasy.”

I smiled up at her. “Did it help?”

She nodded.

“Then it’s all good.” We are friends, after all. “So, can you untie me now?” My nose was itching. “Wine?”

She nodded and started undoing the knots.

Once my arms were free, I hugged her close. “Do you want to talk about it?”

She shook her head, but snuggled closer, so I just held her.

At least I had a name. Kevin. Now I just needed to know who he was and how badly I had to hurt him.

Well, as it turns out, he ended up hurting me, but that’s another story.

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