Another tiny prick of the knife, this time on my inner thigh, and my breath catches in my throat. Despite the fact that I know who wields the blade, I begin to tremble. Whether with fear or anticipation I no longer know. I have not seen this strength of purpose before, nor heard this tone of command. Something tells me this is not quite the same person that I have always known.
One thing is certain, I have no control over this situation. How can I say I understand when I have been ordered not to make a sound? My heart races as I feel the knife move a little higher up my thigh, and I begin to fear again. What do I do?
Soft laughter tickles the back of my neck. The sound is low, echoing oddly in the quiet house. "Very, very good. Not even a whimper."
An odd flush passes over me, leaving me warm and cold at the same time. The blade slowly retraces its path back to my throat, leaving a trail of gooseflesh in its wake. I am almost afraid to draw breath, for fear of making a sound. Even so, I know that I am going to play this game to its end. The spark that burns in my core is too insidious for me to resist.
Strong arms pull me away from the refrigerator door, turning me around. It is becoming increasingly difficult not to open my eyes. The temptation to look is so intense. I want to see lust cloud those green eyes, to watch those lips part unconsciously in anticipation. Just as I draw a hesitant breath, that thinly disguised voice speaks again.
"Kneel down and put your hands behind your back."
Once again the chill threat of the blade gives me the impetus to obey without argument. No sooner do I have my hands in position, than cuffs are snapped tight around my wrists. The blade disappears from my throat, but the game is not over. Not by a long shot.
"Very nice."
Something soft and silky goes across my eyes, and I can feel it being tied tightly behind my head. Whatever it is, it's quite long. The ends trail down over my back, swinging lightly between my shoulder blades. I try opening my eyes, but not even a hint of light comes through. Kneeling there like this, I am effectively blind and helpless. A rush of heat flashes along my nerves, leaving me shaken. I have never felt like this before.
Before I have time to recover, I feel the light touch of hands on my shoulders. They rest there for a moment, then glide lightly down to my breasts. I can feel them tighten and swell in response as they are gently cupped in those warm hands. My back arches involuntarily, pressing my eager flesh more firmly into the caress. Thumbs circle the tips, lightly pressing on the nipples for a moment. I nearly cry out in protest when they pull away.
"That's just a taste of what I've got in store for you. Would you like to know what I'm going to do to you?"
Do I want to know? Of course I do, but I'm afraid of what it will do to me. Even without knowing, the anticipation is killing me. How much greater will it be if I know what's coming, knowing full well I cannot stop it? Cautiously, I nod my head.
A low chuckle follows. "I thought you might. First, we're going to go for a little ride." Strong hands lift me to my feet and guide me toward the garage. "I'll tell you all about it while we drive."
Walking blindfolded and naked to the garage, I feel my apprehension begin to rise again. We can't really be going to drive through the city this way. Or can we? Oddly enough, the idea is arousing. There is an element of danger to it, a chance of being seen that ignites a spark deep inside me. My beat of my heart pulses in my ears as I am settled on my knees in the back of what seems to be a van. It must be a van, the sound of the sliding door was distinct and unmistakable.
Something is clipped to the cuffs that bind me and I can hear a chain rattle as it is anchored somehow. Those teasing hands stroke gently over my torso, moving down onto my thighs. A gentle pressure nudges my knees apart as far as they'll go in this position, leaving me open to the summer air and my captor's sight. The feeling of vulnerability is incredible, emphasizing my lack of control.
"Beautiful. Stay like that. I'll drive slowly to make it easy for you."
The van door closes and I can hear footsteps going around to the driver's door. I hear the usual sounds that accompany getting in and starting a vehicle, then the sound of the garage door opening. We slowly back out of the garage and onto the road, and I know the adventure has truly begun.
...Rising Tension...
(c) M.C. Sak 2000