And a pinch of jealousy

{if SYNOPSIS = true}

//Help K try out the restraints, partial undress, condom decision.

{elseif FINAL= true}

As soon as we enter the bedroom Kaitlyn looks at her nearly empty glass and gives it a shake to make the ice chatter loudly.

"Um... That drink was really strong. How much **** did you put in that?" I grin when I realize that she is facing the shared wall instead of me when she asks.

"Just enough. You looked like you could use it. Would you like another?"

"If you have it by the pitcher!" she giggles. "No I'm kidding, I'd better not. I can't stay too long."

"Right! I'm sorry, I totally forgot you were in the middle of cooking something, and I'm sorry I don't have sugar for you to use. What were you making?"

"Oh... just something for dinner. Doesn't matter if I don't have the ingredients anyway." She spins around slowly. "Your room looks nice. I like how you've decorated, in a bachelor sorta way. And bonus points for making your bed. That is a big turn-on for some women."

"Oh really? Would those women also get turned-on that I squeegee the shower too?"

"Absolutely! That would get them... Hey... is that what I think it is?" she giggles.

"What?" She points at a black strap of woven nylon hanging from under the bed mattress.

"That strap. Is that a... restraint?"

"Oops! How did that get there?" I frequently forget it is there, having only used it once.

"Wait--is it really? A restraint system?"

"Yeah. It comes with neoprene cuffs. It is surprisingly comfortable... Would you like to try it?"

"Surprising comfortable, huh? That sounds like a line to me."

"That is what I've been told at least... Tell you what, try the cuffs on and tell me what you think."

She giggles again. "Uh-huh. So shady! Want me to get into a windowless van, too? Show me the cuffs and I'll think about it."

"As you wish." I open a drawer and produce the wrist cuffs for her. "They go on like this..." We hear a few creaking bed springs from through the wall, confirming we have an attentive audience. Kaitlyn smirks at me with mischievous eyes as I secure the velcro strips.

"That... is surprisingly tight... but comfortable." The silver rings shift as she rolls her forearms.

"See? Want to try on the ankle cuffs while we are at it?"

"Why not?"

I produce them and crouch to her bare feet. Her dainty toes wriggle, glossy, navy blue polish catching the light. Once secured, I lightly rake my fingernails up the back of her right thigh, then step back, very pleased with Kaitlyn's new girl-next-door-in-shackles look. {if Edge > 60}I wonder if she notices the aching bulge in my pants.{endif}

"It's a shame that you need to go, or else I would strap you down to get the full effect."

"Well... I'm not in a hurry or anything. We... could try it."

"Are you sure? Isn’t your boyfriend waiting for dinner?”

"He's not my boyfriend... He's just my roommate."

"Oh! Well... I had completely the wrong idea then! In that case, get on the bed and I'll take care of the rest."

"I like the sound of that!" She jumps onto the bed to make it obvious to eavesdroppers what she is doing—and that she is doing it with enthusiasm. I circle the bed, untucking the straps from their hiding places.

"Are you comfortable?" I ask as I bring the first strap close to her.

"Mm-hmm."

Snap! The silver clasp locks onto the ring of her left wrist. She lifts her arm up, finding she has a fair amount of slack. I pull a second strap to her left ankle. Snap!

"Have you tried anything like this before?"

Snap! She slides her feet over the sheets like she is making a snow angel, discovering that she has enough slack to almost bring her feet together.

"No... But I can trust you, right?" Somehow I doubt her answer given how adventurous she seems across the board, not to mention the occasional spanking and dirty talk I've overheard her and her husband engaging in.

Snap! All four limbs are tethered. It would be possible, though difficult and time-consuming to get free. "This is a funny time to ask, isn't it?" I cinch down the strap for her left arm. The buckle makes an ominous zipping sound as her hand is swiftly **** to extension. I circle back, each buckle zipping away her freedom of movement in stages. Her legs are pulled twenty, then thirty degrees apart. Her fists twist and tug at the edges of the bed. She squirms her waist, biting her lip as she flexes against her bonds.

"How does it feel now?"

"I... feel... pretty helplessss." She stares at me with a growing ember in her eyes. I think she likes it.

"Good." I let my hand rest on her tensing thigh, my fingers gently drawing tiny circles. "I'd offer you another drink since you will be staying for a while, but bondage with **** is fowned apon."

"How long are you going to keep me here?"

"That depends on how nicely you ask to be freed."

"I can scream. My roommate would hear it and come get me."

"True. Since I'm an honorable captor, I promise I won't try to stop you from screaming. Just do me a favor and make sure your roommate can tell when it is a scream of pleasure. We wouldn't want to confuse him." I graze my fingers up and down her inner thigh, into the shadow of her shorts. Her inability to retreat from the teasing touch amplifies her reactions, making her flinch as if I were tickling her.

"Mmmmm!” Kaitlyn pinches her lips, trying not to laugh and bucking my hand away. “You are pretty confident that I will stay long enough to let that to happen."

"Oh, do you want me to get this over quickly? I can start hard and fast.... or I can draw it out of you." I lean close to her face. "How do you want it?"

"You'd better start slow... we barely know each other."

"Alright." I brush a curl of red hair from her face and kiss her. Our lips play together, alternating at being tender and firm, at being sucked and doing the sucking. Minutes go by before we break it off. Her pleased smile tugs at my heart.

Kaitlyn watches expectantly as I undress myself, removing any doubt that I intend to fuck her while her husband listens. Her hungry eyes linger on my hands, my chest, my legs, my swelling cock.

“Oh my! What are you going to do with that big thing?”

“Whatever I want. Open your hand.”

Her right fist opens as I step closer and lower the meaty rod onto her palm. She wraps her fingers around it and does her best stroke it, **** to use her whole arm to manage the task.

“God, it’s so thick, I can’t get my fingers around it!” I appreciate the compliment, but she is exaggerating to **** her poor husband.

I reach over her and start unbuttoning her shirt, spreading it as I go, exposing her chest by sections until her her shirt is flayed and her breasts are bared. Kaitlyn waits to be touched, raising her chest in anticipation of getting mauled.

{if Edge > 89}She is momentarily distracted from her own eagerness, looking back to my cock when a clear bead of precum drools onto her wrist. She licks her lips and impatiently snap her eyes back to me.{endif}

I leave her breasts alone and unbutton her shorts instead. I yank them open, then tug them down a few inches until the spread of her legs stops me. I unclip an ankle just long enough to yank them down all the way, panties included, and pull the leg through, leaving the clothing bunched around her other calf. She tries to resist as I **** her leg open and reclip the restraint. With no small pleasure, I overpower her easily.

“Are you ready to get fucked, Kaitlyn?” I stand at the foot of the bed, stroking myself as she watches. Her thighs roll in and out as she arches her back to grind her tail into the bed, **** to find stimulation for her hungry pussy.

"It’s not like I can stop you... but you do have a condom, right?"

"I might, but you know it will feel so much better without one.”

“I know, but I prom—I really need to. It’s... important.”

“Then you wait here while I find one.”

I listen to her frustrated whimpers as I walk to the bathroom, giving her time to suffer with her building arousal all alone. The bathroom mirror shows me smirking darkly. Of course I am. In the next room my lovely neighbor, my cheap little escort, is strapped to my bed, helpless and absolutely begging to get fucked. The poor guy next door knows she has already given up control of the situation. He is probably straining to listen, worried sick and maturbating. He sure as hell isn't obsessing over her previous encounter anymore.

I open the medicine cabinet and look at the assortment of vitamins, pain killers and first aid supplies. {if pill_recovery = true}They remind me about the Wingman Rapid Recovery pill that I took, supposedly reducing refractory periods. If it works, and if I have enough stamina I could give Kaitlyn's pussy such a marathon fucking that her husband might never recover from it. It would be so cruel... to dominate her right here, to sexually break her where he can do little but listen... {elseif viagra = true}Next to the condoms is the viagra that I swiped from Victoria. That could help keep me going strong if I wanted to give her husband a little more to worry about...{endif}

I pick up a condom and think about what I want.

{else}Play in game mode.{endif}