The Silence Before the Storm

As she was kissing him. His arms were untied and he was pushed onto the bed. His eyes widened! But he had no fucking idea how to back out of a kiss! Then his hands were tied again, but in a more exposing way on the bed! And soon after his legs were tied too. And Sarah sat up on him. Her towering over him, in a very weird way, felt so sexy. Had he not been in such a situation he'd have preferred this!

She smiled. "You never liked being at the bottom, did you!?" she said. "I remember you always trying to get back on the top... trying to assert dominance... and come whenever you wanted... and then ignoring me after that..." she said. "But look where that brought you..." she touched Sam's chest. "Now we're not gonna let you come, at all!"

Spreadeagled on the bed. Sam was almost hyperventilating. Panic quipped his heart. "Don't worry, Jake..." Sarah said... "...we'll not kill you..." Then she rolled her eyes. "I mean... as long as I don't want to..." and she got off of him. Sam looked to the side. For the first time in a long moment, being untouched by anyone. Sarah held her head.

"Sarah..." he tried speaking again, "I'm not Ja--"

"Can someone gag him!?" Sarah said.

"Right at it, miss." Cassy replied. She got a hanky out of her bag, and came to Sam. Sam's eyes widened.

He screamed. "NO SARAH! DON'T DO THIS! I'M NOT JAK--" but alas! his mouth was sealed shut. He screamed still, mumbling something unrecognizable.

"There you go, Sarah. The victim is bound." Cassy looked down at Sam and patted his chest. "Aren't you enjoying this?" she whispered. "Just go with the flow..." she said, "...we'll stop her if it gets too intense." Then, she looked at his penis. Hard, erect, throbbing. And she teasingly gave it a squeeze before getting up.