She was bruised- a little. That was the way he liked it. A guy had to blow off a little steam sometimes. His job was stressful, his employer notoriously unforgiving of mistakes, so when he had the chance to get out of town for a few days he jumped at it.
Key West was a place that might as well have been a million miles away from the insanity of Miami. A little more laid back. He would have killed somebody if he had to spend more than a week here, but it was a nice change of pace from the usual grind.
The fishing was fabulous. He had chartered a fifty-foot Hatteras out of the marina and hooked up with some marlin twenty miles offshore. The Captain made some comment about the The Old Man and The Sea and some guy Hemmingway- never heard of him. Told him to shut the fuck up and get me another beer.
Three days of fishing and drinking and he needed more. He dialed an eight hundred number off a very exclusive business card and ordered what he needed. She showed up right on time at eight o’clock.
She was perfect. “У вас есть хороший сиськи,” he said with a welcoming smile. A blank look from her- “Your tits- very nice,” he repeated in English. He would have figured her accent for Russian- too bad. She was mid-twenties, tight body, and a nice enough face.
He had finished dinner a couple of hours before- great medium rare steak and a couple of martinis. No idea why people in this country didn’t just order a bottle of vodka instead of sticking it in a fancy glass. No matter, he had ordered a bottle of good vodka from room service. The coke he brought with him.
A little warmup first. Kicked a little music on the cd player she brought inside her bag. Some jazz, none of that reggae or salsa shit that the locals insisted on. The girl was wearing a tight silk shirt, buttoned all the way up the front. A tiny skirt that accented the long legs going all the way down to the five inch black heels. A pair of long black gloves reaching to her elbows. She started to dance to the music- slow, sensual, as she began to toy with the top button on her shirt.
He motioned her over. Squeezed her tits- hard. Grabbed the top of her shirt and ripped it open strewing the buttons across the floor. Pushed her back on the middle of the floor and waved at her to continue dancing. This one wasn’t afraid of him. They usually were by this time. He would fix that soon enough. He had another drink. Another line of coke.
The shirt was completely gone now. Her nipples were standing up in the cold air of the room, a few faint bruises just appearing across her breasts. She teased him a little more with the tiny skirt and finally dropped it to the floor. Nothing left but the gloves, a thong and shoes. He stood and walked across the room. Grabbed her from behind and began to grind his hips into her in time with the music while he roughly squeezed her tits from behind. Bit her on the neck- hard. She jerked away.
“Fucking bitch!” he shouted. He took a step toward her, slapped the shit out of her and she fell backwards on the bed. He wasn’t ready for her yet- the combination of coke and vodka really took it out of a man. Went to the bathroom and dropped a couple of little blue pills.
When he came out, she had a drink waiting for him. Better. Now she looked afraid, more submissive. Just the way he liked them. Knocked back the cold vodka while he waited for the pills to do their magic. She continued to dance and tease him with her every movement.
He shook his head from side to side. Something was very wrong. The room was beginning to blur and spin around the edges. He tried to stand, but fell. She caught him and eased him back onto the bed. He stared at her for another minute unable to move, until everything faded to black.
Terrible fucking hangover. Started to roll over. Couldn’t do it. Opened his eyes- felt tight pressure on his wrists and saw that they had been tied to the heavy wooden posts on the bed. His feet too. The girl was still there- she saw he was awake now and walked over to the edge of the bed. She crawled onto the bed and in a slow, sensual move, straddled him- completely naked now except for the damn gloves. OK, maybe a little kinkier than he liked, but at least he was beginning to respond as she gave him a full body massage using nothing but her tits and long flowing hair.
“Enough of this shit- get me untied. I want you now,” he sputtered.
She smiled an enigmatic smile and suddenly grabbed a pair of pantyhose from the side of the bed and stuffed them in his mouth. He was going to kill this bitch for sure when he got loose, but Damn, she was good. Almost in spite of himself, he was responding to the domination as she continued to tease him. The preliminaries over, she was more direct, stroking him with an intensity that left him begging for more.
He was close now, his breathing coming in hot, ragged gasps through his nose as he rode the wave. His entire body stiffened….not much longer now. She could feel it too and redoubled her efforts. Incredible- the first explosion of an orgasm so intense, he could feel it rolling through his entire body. Then he heard it- a metallic snick followed by a searing pain that exploded from his groin to his brain.
She held up the rapidly wilting trophy she had just taken in one hand and the bloody knife in the other. He was beyond terror, blind with pain- but after a few more minutes of her cruel ministrations with the blade, that too had passed.
