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“Knives, ropes, candles. All of it. I can’t wait for our date!” I place all my goodies into a small bag in the trunk of my car before telling my date that I’ll be there in 10 minutes.
There he is. He’s so pretty, and he’s about to be mine. I turn the corner and quickly grab the rope from the trunk.
"You're so pretty, aren't you? And the way the moon shines onto your skin and eyes makes you look majestic.”
He looks so confused; doesn’t he recognize me? How can he not know me; I'm with him every day.
“Hey, don't you recognize me? How? I see you every day. I was the one who sent the note to you to meet here.
Watching the fear build in his eyes as I say that.
“I’m sorry, I'm not really into you like that; I thought that note was from someone else. Im going to go.” fidgeting. God, he's so cute when he’s nervous, but it's still disgusting. He is not even willing to give me a chance. I thought he was giving me signs, but I guess, like all the others, he just wants the good-looking ones and doesn’t care for men like me.
“Wait, you won’t just try because I can love you forever. I can give you pleasure.” I start grasping at straws to keep in place while I try to pull the ropes from my pocket without looking suspicious and scary. “I brought you a gift.”
“Ah, thank you, but you know I am not interested, and this won’t sway me, right?” he looks so precious when he tries to make me back down.
“Here, hold out your hands.” I can’t believe he actually did it. I grab his wrists and wrap the rope around them as I had practiced. God, I'm so glad this place is naturally loud. No one can hear him. Months I’d plan this out, and it's so close. I throw my jacket around his head and lead him to the car.
I hear his struggles in the back, but I'm having my struggles. He doesn’t know how arousing it is to listen to his cries and squirm around as his breath picks up. I must remain focused while driving. I can't get sloppy when I'm this close to my dreams.
“We’re back at my place. I have a room just for you.” I say, turning in my seat to face him. His eyes look so pretty with his tear-streaked face and red cheeks. With the car now off, I go to the trunk and pick out the gag I found just him. The color was his favorite deep emerald green with soft leather straps. I was hard just thinking about seeing him with it on as saliva drips off his chin.
“I got something for you. Isn’t it pretty.” The fear in his eyes is so arousing. Knowing that he’s wholly at my will is beautiful. His hips are so narrow as I straddle him to put the gag in place. He tries to resist the gag, but I know better. Gently grabbing his jaw, I squeeze until he opens it and slides the gag into its rightful place. Soft hair is pushed out of place as I strap it in place. His breathing is so heavy under me. Such a beautiful sight,
I pull him from the car, bridal style, to avoid suspicion of him. He’s so much lighter than I thought he would be, considering his height. Standing at 5’9, he’s much taller than me, but I was always the stronger person. Whenever he needed to lift something, he would call me. It’s so cute knowing that he relies on me like that. He never called for that other man.
“Here it is. My home is not much, but it is good for me and will be good for you too. I even have a little room just for you. It’s green and dark, and I keep it cool because I know you get hot frequently.” I had made this room just for him in the basement. Dark and cold. He always complained about being hot at work.
He seems to be settling down. I knew he would. The instant he sees just how much I care for him. I cleaned out this old cellar just for him. It took all summer, but knowing he will live with me now makes it all worth it.
“Do you like it?” I ask as I place him on the bed. The cuffs on the bed’s headrest are also dark green and soft to avoid damaging his beautiful skin. I clip them into place and pull his gag off to allow him to speak.
“Why am I here? Can I leave? I won't tell anyone. I swear.” such beautiful fear. I wonder if he would beg if I asked. I wonder just how far I could push him.
“Have you ever been fucked by a man?” I murmured as I sat on his lap. I don't expect an answer, but watching him get nervous is exciting. Gently draping my arms around his neck, I pull him in.
“I have had before.” he sounds strained. I would never have assumed he would be so intimate with someone else. I was supposed to be his first. I was supposed to be the one to take him, to make him mine.
I can feel my heart race as anger grips my body, as my vision blurs I pull back and push his face into my chest, practically smothering him. “You know, I saved myself for you. I never once had sex after I met you. Do you know how long ago that was? Four years since we first met. You want to know what got me through it? Those pictures of you I took for that project we did. How stunning you were in those jeans, the way your hair shone so brightly in the sun. I knew at that moment, you would be mine, but you had to go and fuck it up and fuck another man. Did you even love him? Did he love you the way I do?” I pull his hair and force him to face me. “No, he didn’t, no one could love me the way you do. I don't know what I was thinking.” I can feel myself getting hard listening to his breathy speech. I know he’s lying. He probably believed that man loved him, but I know better. That man only loved him for the sex, he has a nice body but there’s more than that. I love him despite never having sex with him. “Why are you hard? I’m really too tired to do anything right now.” “You don't have to do anything. You can just lie there and look pretty while I fuck you.”