Tied Up and Toyed With

“Oh dear, Alex, this is quite the mistake to have made,” Tatiana says. She plants her arms on her hips, the expression on her face like a barn cat having cornered a mouse. “Do you know what the consequences for keeping **** in a dorm room are?”

“Um… no,” you say timidly. How the fuck did that bottle get there? “There must be a misunderstanding. I really don’t know how it happened, it wasn’t me…”

“What feeble excuses,” Tatiana laughs. “I would have expected you to lie better. Too bad that it’s come to this. Like so many crimes in our beloved school, the punishment for this one is expulsion. How would you like to live on the streets tonight?”

You imagine yourself sleeping on the sidewalk, shivering in the cold, and it’s a frightful image.

“You wouldn’t dare,” you say more confidently than you feel.

“You want to test me?” Tatiana asks, the cold raise of her eyebrow instantly breaking a shake to your head.

“Don’t kick me out of Stonewall,” you plead, knowing how feeble your voice sounds.

“Trust me, Alex, there are certain things that I don’t want to do either,” she says. “So why don’t we try to come to an… alternative arrangement.”

“What do you want? I can… I can help out with stuff… I mean, I’m sure there’s sorority duties you’ve got that you don’t want to take care of, right?” you stammer.

“You are funny when you plead like that. But no, I want something different. Get onto your bed,” she says, pointing a finger.

You blink, confused, but you obey her command anyways, slipping off your shoes before you sit on your bed.

“All the way back. There we go,” she says, another wag of her finger sending your back pressed against the wall.

Then, Tatiana kicks off her shoes as well. She gives you a smile as she bends over you, her pencil skirt hiking up just enough to give you a glimpse of the black panties she wears beneath. Then, she strips off her long black stockings, stretching out the hosiery in her hands.

“Hands out. You’re under arrest for breaking dorm rules,” she says.

You obey unthinkingly, and before you know it, she’s grabbed your wrists, looping her stockings around them. With a couple quick motions, she’s tightened a knot around your hands, and then she ties them back against the bed frame, leaving you unable to move your arms.

“What the hell?” you say. “You can’t just arrest me like that! This can’t be in the rules!”

The Russian coed tosses her dark hair back, taking her other stocking, and she casually stuffs it into your mouth. Your protests die immediately, muffled as they are by the hosiery. Nonetheless, she must hear that sharp intake of breath as you see her strip off her top, leaving her clad in black bra and her skirt. She gets on all fours over you on the bed, the fire in her eyes stirring feelings down below. Not good, you think, desperately trying to will yourself to stay calm. Tatiana’s hot, but now’s not the time to be popping a boner…

“A miscreant like you deserves to be punished,” she says, caressing the side of your face with a fingernail. It’s sharp, leaving a thin white line.

She gives you a smile and looks at the offending bottle of Hennessy. She opens it, giving it a whiff, and takes a small sip.

“This’ll do,” she nods.

Then, she tips the contents of the bottle into your mouth, still stuffed full of stocking. The **** filters through the nylon, some of it dribbling down the side of your face, but for the most part, it floods into your mouth, smooth and floral, the sweetness at the back of your throat oddly arousing. Or maybe it’s Tatiana’s barely clad tits up against your face as she straddles you, her fingernails trailing down the length of your chest, one hand under your shirt pressed against your musculature. She’s so tantalizingly close.

“So help me God,” you whisper under your breath as her fingers make their way across your abs, down to the waistband of your pants.

You’re not sure she hears it, but then she looks up at you, shaking her head.

“A miscreant, an alcoholic, and a pervert,” Tatiana says, her fingers brushing over the outline of your cock, straining against your pants. “What shall we do to teach you a lesson?”

She continues to brush her hand over your cock. Your erect cock struggles against its constraints, wanting so desperately to be freed. Man, what you would give to feel her hands wrapped around your cock right now. You tug your arms, trying to touch her, but your hands are tied firmly in place. Those stockings feel loose, and maybe with a good tug...

“No, we cannot be having that,” she says, noticing your struggles.

She plants a knee against your chest, and she leans up even closer to you, tightening up the knot she’s tied around your hands, making sure that it’s secure as can be. But the effect of the action is to press her tits up so close to you that, if only you could move even an inch forward, you could sink your face in and give her what she so richly deserves. That bra is the enemy, and you moan in frustration as you feel her grinding against you, her other knee pressed against your cock.

“Please,” you moan, but the word gets lost in the stocking again.

“Getting impatient already? We have hardly started,” your RA laughs.

She eases off you for a moment, a disappointment that only lasts a moment because a second later, she’s pulling off your pants and your boxers with them, your cock springing free. She pays your cock no mind as she gets up. Instead, she circles her nails around your nipples. Again, she claws you with just enough **** to leave a faint impression, the pain and desire one and the same in your head. It’s an odd sensation that leaves you wanting more, even as you’re aching for her down below. She backs off you, and your cock twitches, nearly batting her cheek, but she avoids it with a turn of her head.

“My, my,” Tatiana says, the heat of her breath playing across your cock.

You could lose yourself in those eyes, if you weren’t halfway terrified out of your mind already.

“Please,” you try to moan again, and you’re sure she must know what you’re saying, but she pretends not to hear.

Instead, she plants her hands around your thighs, bending down, bringing a rush of sudden attention to you. Her head lowers, lowers, the heat of her breath playing against your cock, and then you feel her kissing your thigh, a series of kisses that slowly make their way outwards. You groan, struggling against the stockings again, trying to push your cock against her.

She smiles, one hand wrapping around it, and you gasp, only to realize that she’s pushing it aside so that she can kiss the other side of your thigh. You wriggle on the bed, unable to keep yourself still. How can you be so aroused? All you want is her, you’d do anything for her, your cock is straining so hard.

Tatiana’s grip around your cock tightens. You moan in pleasure as she lowers her hand, jacking it with a glacial pace, watching as her hand seems to take an eternity for it to rise back up. Is this a handjob or is it ****? Her hand slowly goes down, the tight grip feeling more like a vise than a pussy, and you groan, your hips jerking, trying to get her to move faster. She shakes her head, denying you even that simple pleasure. In fact, at that movement of your hips, she pauses, keeping her hand still, while she peruses the label of the empty Hennessy in her hand. You desperately stay still, willing her to return to jacking you off, and after a long minute, in which she must have read the label five times over, you feel her hand sinking down on your cock again. You let out a sigh.

It happens so slowly that you don’t even realise that she’s accelerated until her hand moves in a rhythm that’s brought you excruciatingly close to orgasm. You’re throbbing, aching, wanting release. You’ve wanted it for so long. How’s Tatiana done it? She’s not going fast. Far from it. In fact, she seems more interested in toying with you, bringing you to the brink before she pauses again, edging you with an expertise that feels cruel.

“Don’t you dare cum yet,” she says, gripping your cock hard and holding it still. “You cum when I tell you to.”

You want to protest, but you know that it would be futile. Worse, counterproductive. Who knows what she would do at that point? But then your patience pays off, as she slowly begins to jack you off again. This time, she seems intent on giving you some kind of release. She spits on her hand, giving you much needed lubrication as she accelerates, her tits hanging just over you, giving you all the eye candy you could need. In moments, you’re brought up to the edge again. You pray, trying to hold out, because who knows what she might do next, maybe she’ll bring her lips down, maybe she’ll even strip more for you…

You’re so dangerously close that you know, any moment now, you’re going to explode. You inadvertently moan, your cock beginning to twitch.

{if Tatiana < 0} And just like that, Tatiana releases her grip on your cock.

She stands up, dusting her hands off. You desperately thrust your hips in the air, seeking release, but she pulls her stocking out of your mouth, looking at it in disgust.

“You creep, you really thought I would finish you off?” she says.

“I… I didn’t… no,” you end up saying.

“Just be glad I didn’t kick you out of the dorm,” she says, turning for the door.

“But wait, I’m still tied to the bed! How am I getting out?”

“You’ll figure it out,” she says, without sympathy.

You groan, still rock hard, knowing that you won’t even be able to get yourself off like this.

{else}

Tatiana, sensing the ending, accelerates even faster, using both hands now to get you closer and closer to sweet release. Then, it hits you like an avalanche, rolling through your body, all of the pent-up emotion and arousal no longer a **** that can be contained.

You scream into her stockings as you finally cum, thick ropes of it shooting out and spilling all over your bed. It’s a sticky mess. You notice that a strand or two of it has splashed onto Tatiana’s face and her tits, and she wipes it off derisively with her fingers. You shudder on the bed, utterly spent, yet somehow feeling deeply unsatisfied.

{if Tatiana > 99} “Such a pity it had to end like this. If only you could have kept your cock out of that whore {if FuckImogen = true} Imogen, {elseif FuckSavannah = true} Savannah, {endif} we could have had so much fun together.” {endif}

{endif}

Then, Tatiana leans in to you, a wicked smile on her face.

“I planted the bottle there,” she whispers in your ear, before taking her leave.

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