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He told her he had a special surprise for her…She didn’t know what. Maybe he was going to propose?! They already lived together so he couldn’t be asking that. Or maybe it was just a puppy or a necklace. Maybe he got a promotion and wanted to celebrate it?! He told her to wear something sexy. I don’t own sexy, she thought with a grimace. She put on her shortest dress, which was still just above her knees, and did her hair. She slid on her tallest heels that matched the dress and wore the only pair of panties she owned that had lace on them. She waited for him. God she was so nervous. What was going on?! She waited, tapping her foot, constantly checking the time, then her make up, then her outfit again. Five minutes before he was to arrive she remembered a black cocktail dress he bought her. She slipped into it and finished pulling up the zipper just as the knock came to the door of her apartment. She grabbed her tall black heels that she had bought once for a modeling audition and went to open the door. When she answered he looked at her with a smile, clearly approving of her choice of “sexy”. He told her to go ahead and slip the heels on. Once she was finished he closed the door behind him. She realized he had nothing in his hands. “Where are we going honey?” she inquired. “Going my love?” “You told me to get dressed sexy, so I did. I thought we were going out.” He chuckled, making her feel a little silly. “No love we’re staying here. When I said sexy I meant something like bra and panties almanbahis or lingerie.” She hesitated, confused since he had never asked this of her before or anything like it. “You know I don’t own any of that kinda stuff, Jesse.” All Jesse did was shrug, making her feel confused even more. He came up to her then, backing her up to the pillar behind her that was supposed to separate the living room and small dining room area. All of a sudden his fingers were wrapping in her hair rather roughly. She tried to slip past him, give herself some space, but he gripped and covered her mouth before she could protest. She felt oddly aware of everything about her body. From the yearning feeling in her small, perky breasts to the inside of her thighs. She felt the wetness between her legs and was shocked. That meant she wanted him. It means she liked this roughness with him. That was impossible. She tried to free herself again but he stopped her, gripping harder. She cried out, into his mouth. And he chuckled softly. Her hands were between them, trying to push him away. But he was too strong. His hand still in her hair, he roughly guided her to his bedroom (she had insisted that they should have separate beds). Once there he still didn’t let go. Her hands were gripping his forearm, trying to ease the pressure on her head. She was quiet, confused but still horny as hell. He opened a drawer in his night stand and pulled out rope. She asked what was wrong and why he was doing this. He never answered, only almanbahis yeni giriş stared at her with a thin and evil smile on his face. He threw her onto his bed. “Lie down Sierra.” He wasn’t shouting or demonic sounding when he spoke the words. Only authoritative. She did as she was told. He got on top of her, placing his hand on the side of her face. Gently, he said, “My love, there are going to be some new rules around this house from this moment on. I know for a fact that you are a submissive girl by nature and that’s the only reason I can do this. We will have the same bed from now on, the other room we’ll use as an office or guest bedroom. You will do what I say, when I say so. No matter what it is. Understand?” He paused only to wait or her silent nod, then continued. “You will do whatever sexual action I tell you to my love. No more of this business about not sucking my cock. I lick that sweet little pussy of yours don’t I? so you’ll do that for me.” She nodded again. He continued, “If you don’t do what I say or you talk back to me, I will punish you. You might like it a little, but it will still hurt. Understood?” She nodded again. Wishing he would just make love to her again. God! How could she think such a thing when he was being to brutal?! “I will not include any of our family or friends into our sexual business. It will be our secret okay babygirl?” He had never called her that before but she said, “Okay Jesse.” “And from now on, whenever you’re wet, like I know you almanbahis giriş are now, you call me sir. I am in control of you. Deal?” Her eyes got huge when he spoke the rule of what she would call him. How did he know she was wet?! This was impossible. He let his hand, still lying on her cheek, slide down to her neck. He slowly applied pressure, just a small amount, not enough to scare her. He could tell it turned her on more. He could also tell that the little fact confused her and she was trying to fight it. He wouldn’t let her. He took the rope that he had placed by her head and started to tie it around one of her wrists. Sierra started to protest but stopped at the warning look he gave. She tried to scramble out from under his straddled legs across her thighs but felt his erection through his pants, immediately freezing. “May I ask what you’re doing that for exactly…Sir?” she said it so quietly she almost whispered it. He understood and felt excited at her curiosity and willingness/submissiveness to the entire process. He didn’t answer; making her squirm was his goal tonight. One of them. She kept quiet as he finished tying one wrist, then tying the other – a length of free hanging rope hanging off of each wrist. He got off her and told her to slide up onto the bed farther. She slid up slightly, still scared but getting wetter by the second. “Lie down. Head on the pillows. Now.” She immediately did. Hands glued to her sides, legs pushed together and biting her full, cherry red bottom lip. Jesse got on top of her again taking her wrists and tying them to the head board. Panic surged through Sierra but she kept frozen, feeling her breasts straining against her bra, just begging to be covered by his hands and mouth.