Three

“Hello, Richard,” Kathryn finally said in a low voice. His head jerked in the direction of the sound, and his struggling lessened.

He knew that voice.

“Yes, I think you recognize my voice, mais oui? Are you surprised that I know who you are? I know all about you. Please, you will hurt yourself if you should fall. Be still.” In the hours between their meeting at the pool, and the delivery of Richie to her suite, her team had put together quite an extensive, erotic dossier on Mr. Sambora’s foibles, fetishes, and fantasies. It was amazing how much information there was out there to be had if one had the means and the motivation.

Kathryn had an abundance of both.

“I do not care about your celebrity or your money. I have more than enough of both. I care only about your body, and what it can do for me.” Her voice had gotten huskier as she approached Richie. He could smell the sea on her skin; a tangy, slightly salty aroma that smelled like heaven. “Do you know where you are?” she asked, curiously, her voice a caress in the air. She reached over to unwind the scarf from his neck and removed the panties.

Richie cleared his throat several times, and tried to salivate. “What do you want?” he croaked. He knew where he was: tied up on some strange woman’s bed. The more he said that in his head, the less bad it sounded. Shit, he thought.

Kathryn’s answering chuckle was throaty and sensual. “Why I thought I made that perfectly obvious, my dear Richard,” she answered. She slid her hand up his leg again, kneading and massaging his cock through his pants. This time, he didn’t fight the sensations invading his body. He gave himself over to it, to see if he could submit to her. It disgusted and pleased him to find that that he could. “You are what I want,” she said. Kathryn watched Richie’s hooded head start to thrash back and forth a bit before he remembered the rope around his neck and stilled. She quickly removed that binding and gently rubbed his neck. He moaned appreciatively.

“Ah, you are thinking, ‘why did she not just show interest at the pool?’ oui? We could have had a nice dinner, a pleasant interlude.” When he did nothing more than grunt, she sat on the edge of the bed and ran a light hand along the opening of his shirt. The soft white cotton was undone nearly to his navel. She flipped open the last two buttons and spread the shirt wide. “It is a pity to hide such perfection,” she purred to herself.

Richie rolled to his other side, to get away from her probing fingertips before he pressed into them. He was losing the battle against yearning for her touch. He was turned on by this woman having total control over him – more than he thought could be possible. And she was right, he wanted to know why she was going through this elaborate plot. He should be perturbed by her seemingly innate ability to read his thoughts, but he couldn’t muster up even an ounce of bother.

“To answer your unvoiced question, that is not what I wanted. I wanted to know the feel of your body without all the trappings that go with it. And I am accustomed to getting what I want.”

Kathryn padded to the other side of the bed so she could see the pulse point at Richie’s throat. It was throbbing so quickly, she thought it might jump out of his neck. She touched his chest again, feeling his heart race beneath her palm, and this time he made no attempt to roll away. He also hadn’t demanded to be let free, which told her that she owed a substantial bonus to her fact finders for getting this particular fantasy right. “I can tell you are arguing with yourself. You want to give in to me, but are fighting against it. A most interesting dilemma you face, no? If you fight, you do not get to live out your fantasy. If you give in?” She let the sentence trail away as she stroked his chest.

Richie didn’t want to be aroused by all of this. He really didn’t. At least that’s what he told himself. He knew he should be outraged, humiliated, or at the very least scared to death. But, he wasn’t. He knew he was in no real danger. If she wanted him hurt, this woman’s thugs would have hurt him. Clearly the men were paid to simply bring him to her. He recalled her feigned disinterest at the pool, and chuckled inwardly. Never in a thousand years would he have imagined this would happen.

Her gentle yet insistent touch on his chest, her fingers’ play over his nipples, had his cock springing to attention inside his light cotton trousers. From his current trussed up position, he couldn’t do anything to hide his reaction to her touch.

“Ah,” Kathryn said approvingly. “I see that you are losing the battle to give in, but you are fighting most valiantly, dear Richard. Would it help you to know that if you give in, the rewards will be great? I can promise you, the rewards will be utterly unforgettable.” She slid her hand up his chest and grabbed his chin under the mask, turning his head toward her. Slowly, she traced his lips with her finger.

“Unforgettable,” she promised. “But,” she shrugged though he could not see her, “if you are not interested, if you truly do not want this, simply say the word, and you will be back in your suite.”

He said nothing; not wanting this to end. Not yet.

She left him then and slid open the nightstand drawer. Richie heard a ‘snick’ and wondered what the hell she was up to now. “I will not cut you if you hold very still,” Kathryn said. “You look extremely uncomfortable; I seek only to relieve some of that distress.”

Thinking she retrieved a knife to cut his bonds, he relaxed. When she grabbed his belt and neatly sliced through it before tearing it from its loops, he jumped. A half a second later, he felt a breeze as his pants were sliced from hip to cuff on one side. The womanleaned over, and licked a trail from his ankle to his hipbone, then marked him, sucking his flesh until a purple bruise formed. Richie’s head was spinning, and his breathing became labored. Losing his sense of sight only served to heighten his sense of touch. God help him.

“Other side, s'il vous plaît!” she said melodiously, but Richie didn’t budge. Kathryn laughed at his obstinacy. He was determined to fight? Fine. She was determined to win.

The woman ran the flat edge of the blade along his leg, the cold steel making Richie shiver. He sucked in a breath but didn’t say a word, and didn’t move. He felt the knife move away, and for a moment thought that he had grossly miscalculated, that she was tiring of his show of reluctance.

When Kathryn bodily shoved him over onto his other side, Richie let out a surprised shout. “Oui,” she said, smugly, “I am more than just a pretty package. I know how to use what I have.” With Richie lying on his other side, Kathryn slit that side of his trousers too, and left a mark on that hip. She pulled the slashed material away and discarded it, allowing his erection to bob freely. “Most impressive,” she said, tracing its ridges with her finger. “I thought it might be, having seen it at rest, but awake it is truly something.”

Richie’s mouth was dry. It took all his concentration not to lean into her touch. He longed for nothing more than for her to grab onto him and pump him until he came. Instead, he tried to shrink back, to keep up the façade that this wasn’t a wonderfully erotic experience, and his most base, dark fantasy come true. He lost track of whether he was winning or losing his internal battle. Judging by the state of his arousal, he thought it didn’t really matter. He was getting close to the point of no return; he had to make a decision: go all-in and give into the fantasy, or demand to be let go.

The decision was taken from him when she encircled him with her hands. She gripped his base with one hand and swirled the thumb of her other hand around his slit. When a moan escaped his lips, a self-satisfied smile crept across Kathryn’s features. She worked him until he was on the brink of release then backed away. Under the hood, Richie clamped his lips together, refusing to cry out in frustration.

Considering his bound form, she tapped her lips with a finger. “Ce n'est pas la bonne,” she said, frowning. “Not good at all.” She pulled on his bonds, making him jerk this way and that. The arch of his back was getting uncomfortable, but he would not say anything, lest the woman remove the bindings altogether and spoil the fantasy.

Kathryn traced the bunched muscles of his shoulders and back, feeling the tension and strain there. Not all of it was due to his restraints, but she did not want this to be an unpleasant experience for him. She retrieved her knife and cut away the rope that bound Richie’s wrists to his legs.

He let out a groan of appreciation as he straightened, and stretched his torso, causing his cock to thrust upwards. He felt her cut the cord at his legs as well, and it never occurred to Richie to try to stand.

Kathryn smiled at his stretching and removed his socks and shoes, then sliced the rope she held in two and used the pieces to tie Richie’s feet to the footboard’s posts. “Can’t have you trying to get away, now can we, my pet?”

Richie swallowed hard and shook his head.

“Very good,” Kathryn said.