"I've pictured you on that bear rug," he said, shutting the door behind. Rebecca looked around the comfortable house. She was trying to act normally but kept trembling with the fear of what Nate wanted to do with her.
Nate came from the kitchen with a glass of wine for her. She took it and managed a small smile.
"I'm glad to find that you accepted my present," he said.
She mumbled something and turned red. She couldn't let him know that she was wearing the gift. Nervously she drank her wine down in one gulp. Nate refilled her glass from a decanter. She had drunk half of that glass before she made herself stop. The wine was making her feel lightheaded.
"Don't you think you'd better take me home now?"
"What if I decided to keep you here?" Nate grinned. "Forever."
"You could get in, a lot of trouble for what you've already done," Rebecca snapped. She was thinking of the improper advances Mr. Winslow had made that first day she'd gone to work for him. And another part of her mind was replaying the scene she'd watched when Nate had actually fucked Tammy Patterson in the projection room. For an instant she was so angry that she almost threw it up to him.
"I don't see why you brought me up here anyhow," she said, finishing her second glass of wine. "You must have someone around who's more cooperative."
"Ah, you mean Tammy?" Nate sucked a tooth and glanced through his wine at her. "Yes, an interesting young female. But not nearly so interesting as you."
"What makes me interesting?"
"You're the first repressed virgin I've ever had the good fortune to stumble upon. And I don't intend to let you go until…"
Fear made her hug her shoulders, but Rebecca felt something else too. Something like a slow fire burning between her legs. She stepped back. Nate followed.
"I think I want to go home," she murmured. He took her shoulders gently.
"Don't you, want the other present I have for you?" He slipped a small box from his pocket and opened it before her eyes. Two gold bracelets glittered in the muted light. They were the oddest bracelets Rebecca had ever seen. Before she could refuse, Nate had slipped one on each of her wrists. They were engraved with figures of people engaged in some sort of sport, it seemed. But when Rebecca looked closer she recognized exactly what the delicate carved figures were doing!
"I can't take these!" she gasped.
"They're very expensive," Nate said. "They're made of gold and the engraving is seventeenth century…"
"They're awful! Ohhh, take them off!" She tugged at the beautiful but pornographic bracelets. They were locked tight and she could see no release for the catch. But then Nate brought the bracelets together and the two small loops clicked as they fit together. A thrill of fear went through Rebecca's tummy. These things were a kind of handcuffs. And now her wrists were bound together. Nate hugged an arm around her waist and muscled her easily toward another room. When the light came on Rebecca squealed and struggled wildly. Nate tossed her easily onto the big bed. He stripped off his clothes as he came at her. Her braceleted wrists were tied to the end of a rope that was secured to the head of the bed. Rebecca kicked as Nate grabbed an ankle and slipped a loop of leather over it. But with all her screaming and kicking, she was helpless to stop him from securing both her ankles and then pulling the thongs tight.
"Ohhh! Ohhhhhh, God help me!"
Nate stood back to survey the job he'd done on her. She could see his cock swinging at his crotch. It looked heavy and hard like it had when he'd pushed it deep into Tammy Patterson's squirming young body. Rebecca tightened her thighs but couldn't bring them together. Her ankles were bound, each to a corner of the bed. Her arms were pulled up above her head and bound there. When she tugged against the bracelets she knew they fit her too exactly to ever slip off. But at least she was still dressed. And there was no way Nate was going to get her clothes off without ruining them. Surely he wouldn't chance discovery by doing that. Almost at that very instant, Rebecca saw something glinting in his fingers. A pair of surgical scissors. The kind doctors used to cut off bandages. He picked up one leg, of her slacks and slipped the scissors against the material.
"You wouldn't dare!" Rebecca muttered. "If I went home with all my clothes ruined, what do you think my Aunt Lana would say? She'd have you in jail so fast…"
"Unless you didn't want me in jail," Nate put in. "And by the time the evening is aver, I think that's how you'll feel."
"You're an animal! Don't you dare cut my clothes! Don't you… ohhhh, noooo!"
The scissors worked up the length of one leg. Though she struggled against the sensations, Rebecca couldn't help but feel the thrills as he moved the clit near her upper thigh and peeled the slacks back. When he saw that she wore the red panties underneath, he seemed elated.
"They look lovely on you," he said, careful to cut around them.
Rebecca writhed, her long legs jerking against the leather thongs as Nate slipped the remains of her slacks out from under her. Then he quickly snipped her blouse from her shoulders. Her tangerine-sized breasts quivered naked on her chest as Nate tossed the ruined clothing away.
"There's more than one way to skin a cat," he whispered, bending close to brush her nipples with his lips.
Rebecca squirmed violently but he continued to caress and wet that one breast until at last she heard the suck and felt the sudden heat of his tongue. He had sucked the small orb between his teeth and was gingerly nibbling it. Her cunt dampened the red satin crotch band of her panties as she writhed.
"Nhhoo! Ohh, this is terrible! I feel so wrong, Nate! Why don't you let me go?"
But he wouldn't. He just kept kissing her, working on one tit until the nipple had darkened and lengthened and then switching to the other. At last Rebecca's belly was heaving as she fought to get more air into her lungs. She tugged to get her arms down, but when Nate saw her struggling, he kissed her downy armpits until she was dizzy with the strange sensation. She hadn't realized that being kissed there night be sexually exciting. But lately it seemed that every place she touched herself had some sort of erotic feeling upon her. And what made it frustrating was that Rebecca couldn't control her emotions. As Nate continued to lick her upper body, she panted and whimpered from the thrilling contact of his wet, hot tongue.
"Stop! Ohhh st-st-stop!"
"You taste too good to stop." He was delving into her naval now. His spit made everything very slick. She writhed, her flat tummy fluttering as he licked his way down her abdomen to the lace line of her panties that cut across her sharp pelvis bones.
"Don't… don't do it!"
Nate kissed the satin surface and she could feel his hot mouth though the thin material. He kissed his way down to her mound. His breath and tongue made her cunt convulse. The muscles inside her I tightened and for the first time in her life Rebecca thought she could feel that tube that went up into her body. Over and over again Nate caressed and pressed his mouth against the taut stretch of red satin. Her cunt flooded juice, drenching the narrow band until it was almost like wearing nothing at all.
"Now that we've messed up your panties, why don't we take them off?" Nate picked up the surgical scissors from the bedside table. "But don't worry, darling, I'll buy you another pair just as nice."
"No! Ohhhh don't cut them off me!" Rebecca wasn't worried about him ruining the damned sinful panties. She just didn't want him to expose her poor, overheated cunt. The scissors clicked and she felt him laying the silk back to expose her lower tummy and then her mound. He snipped around, cutting through the legs and up between the crack of her ass. When he peeled the satin away he did it so slowly that Rebecca couldn't keep her hips still. She rocked them with excitement, feeling ashamed at the same time. As the red remains of her underwear fluttered to the floor, Nate began to use his mouth against her cunt like he had that first time in his city apartment.