This week's Wicked Wednesday prompt is;
Even though we have had a break from Brian and Estelle they are back again this week. To catch up on the back episodes of this series you can visit the page here.
Brian sat looking at his computer screen. The events of the morning whirled through his mind making it almost impossible to concentrate on the list of tasks he had to assign to other colleagues before he could commence the new project with Estelle. In the top drawer of his desk the black rope she had given him was coiled neatly, hidden from view but still his mind kept wandering back to it remembering the feel of it over his wrists, the innuendoes and Amber's obvious excitement about the whole thing. What was the word Estelle told him to research? Suddenly, despite the mountain of tasks he had in front of him Brian found himself typing the word Shibari into the search box.
For the next fifteen minutes he scrolled through image after image, reading the occasional article. The office and his work faded into his subconscious as his mind and thoughts were consumed completely by the images in front of him. The neat coil of black rope in his desk drawer transformed from a sinister, snake like thing to something alluring with promises of un-dreamed of pleasures. Absently, he opened the drawer and sat pulling the black silken softness through his hands as he read about knots, about patterns and about the pleasure of being restrained. His heart thumped as he read about being completely at the mercy of another person. The muted sounds of work around him faded into white noise, so much so that the ping of the email icon almost made him jump out of his skin. Glancing down he noted that it was from Amber. Frowning at the interruption to his reading he clicked on the tiny envelope. There was no message just a series of attachments. Curious, he opened the first one.
He was completely unprepared for the image of Amber looking up at him from the screen. She was seated on a chair with her white blouse unbuttoned and pulled open. Her small round breasts were pushed into a smooth valley by the white lace of her bra. Her straight, black skirt had ridden up over her thighs exposing the smoothness of her shaven pussy. Brian was entranced by her eyes that were looking up at the camera, pleading with the photographer. For long moments Brian studied the image, committing to memory the curve of her breast, and the way her thighs were spread open, waiting for some unknown pleasure. Then he realised she was tied to the chair, with her hands behind her back. He wondered, was she pleading for release? Or was the pleading because she knew of the pleasure to come and she could wait no longer. What things were waiting for her outside of the view of the lens?
Intrigued he opened the second image. A young man, about his age, was kneeling in front of Amber. Amber's legs were held open wide by a woman leaning over Amber's shoulder. The man's hands were tied behind him with an intricate binding. Behind him another man stood with his hands on the back of his head, pushing his face into Amber's crotch. Amber and the man were like puppets for the two people holding them. Their pleasure was completely at the mercy of someone else. Brian sighed a long slow sigh not realising he had been holding his breath. In the photo, Amber's mouth was wide open. Was she screaming in pleasure, or was she begging him to stop? Brian fancied that he could hear her cries of pleasure as the man licked and sucked at her gaping pussy. He imagined what it would be like to be that man, restrained from touching Amber, being used like a puppet to pleasure another woman who was also like a puppet for her mistress. It was the most erotic thing Brian had ever seen. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair seeking to ease the pressure of his throbbing cock inside his pants.
A small cough startled him out of his reverie. Guiltily Brian realised where he was and hurriedly closed the images as he looked up into the deep brown eyes of Amber,
"Estelle wanted me to give these files to you," her voice was flat and devoid of expression but there was that hint of a smirk around the corner of her mouth and her eyes dropped down to his crotch.
"Thanks," Brian took the offered files and placed them in a neat pile beside his computer. He glanced up at Amber and realised that she was wearing the same clothing as she had been in the photo. In fact she wore almost the same thing every day. A thrill jolted through him. Where had the photo been taken? Who had taken it? Was it taken in Estelle's office as she sat on the same chair that she had sat on at lunch today? A thousand questions crowded into his mind. He desperately wanted to ask her about the email and so many other things but she was aloof and enigmatic. Somehow he sensed that there was a boundary, somewhere, between work and this life. He couldn't quite work out where the boundary lay. On one level he felt that the boundary was moved from time to time but instinctively he knew that he wasn't the one who was making those decisions.
"By the way," Amber's voice interrupted his thoughts again. "Estelle usually has drinks in her office after work on Friday. She asked me to make sure you were invited."
"OK," Brian responded, noticing with some embarrassment that he was addressing her chest. "I appreciate the invitation."
The smirk around Amber's lips deepened. "They are real and they are a C cup. I like your pants." she smiled sweetly at him before she left the room.
Brian sat for long moments looking at the pile of files in front of him. Giving himself a firm mental shake he closed down Google and Amber's email. The rope was again coiled neatly into his drawer and for the rest of the afternoon he worked methodically, closing off tasks, sending emails and reassigning files for tasks he was working on. Every time a thought of the conversations with Estelle and Amber crept into his mind he pushed it firmly away. Finally he was finished. He leaned back in his chair and opened his desk drawer. Absently he pulled the rope through his hands pondering this new turn in his life.
He opened the email from Amber again and looked at the second photo. He studied every detail of Amber noting how she struggled against her bonds and the way she arched her back pressing herself into the man's face. Brian licked his lips fantasising about being that man with his face buried deep into her cunt. As he walked out he noticed Amber packing up her desk.
"See you tomorrow," he waved to her.
"Definitely," she answered quietly.
Later that night he lay back in bed flicking through websites on his iPad. Out of habit he opened a porn site that he sometimes looked at when he was home alone. Somehow tonight the sight of big bouncing fake boobs and even faker moaning as a perfect tanned ass gets a pounding from an oversize cock was almost repulsive to Brian. He found himself opening his email to look at Amber's photo again so that he could study her as she sat tied on the chair looking up to plead with the camera. What would she say to the photographer?
"Please, Please. My pussy is so wet and I am so horny. I need something."
His hand reached under his sheets and gripped his stiff cock. He noticed a third photo that he had not opened earlier. Quickly he clicked on the icon. The same man who had been licking Amber out was sitting on the chair this time. His arms were tied behind his back and his legs were spread wide. His cock stood to attention in front of him. A woman stood beside him stroking the man's cock with a riding crop. Amber stood in front of him with her skirt pulled up and her fingers buried into her bald pussy. Brian's hand worked faster up and down his shaft. He imagined the sting of the crop as his cock grew bigger from watching Amber pleasure herself. It would be such a sweet pleasure pain seeing the beads of wetness around her fingers, not being able to touch or taste but only watch and the whole time a sting of punishment only making the pleasure more.
He lay back against his pillow letting the fantasy play out in his head. When he felt he could stand it no longer Amber would straddle his lap, holding herself closer to him. Her breasts would be tantalisingly close to his mouth, but still not close enough that he could taste the bud of her nipple. He would be able to smell her arousal but not taste it. Then ever so slowly she would slide down onto his aching cock. He groaned as he imagined the slow drawn out pleasure of it. Then when he was buried deep inside her she would clench around him, holding him tightly. A loud groan came out of his mouth as his cum jetted out of his cock and covered his belly.
After he cleaned himself he fell asleep to dream of rope and being tied to a chair.