Paige's Folly

He wanted her. Just as surely as the dawning sun sinks its golden fangs into the slumbering land, his hunger for this woman nearly consumed his soul.

Paige wasn't extraordinarily beautiful, rather it was her taunting personality that breathed allure into her curves. Paige with her perfect nails, and soft black curls, Paige who went out of her way to make Tom aware of her body, Paige who so easily lured him in, and then left the room, completely aloof of Tom's affections.

From the first moment she had purred a hello his way, Tom had ached to have her beneath him. But like a spoiled girl with a new toy, Paige just played. Pushing all the time - whether it was an inconspicuous adjusting of her nylons, or a would be innocent lean over his desk, Paige loved to see exactly how far the envelope could be stretched.

As days wore on, the snippets of Paige-fueled fantasies that swirled in his mind gradually began to twist. Tom wanted to turn the tables, to bind her, and gag her, and tease her, until the indomitable Paige relented into a hapless, begging mess. The idea of Paige's body begging to be pleasured by him was far more arousing than the thought of merely fucking her had ever been.

And who would have guessed that these sordid fantasies could have been such an attainable goal? Tom had only to invite her, he reasoned. Pleasure she would surely have spurned, but business she could not refuse.

"I wouldn't ask if I wasn't desperate," Tom explained, one Thursday night. It was an innocent enough scenario. He was preparing for a presentation, and was in need of some assistance, but since it would be after hours, perhaps she might prefer his place?

Loving to have her ego adored, Paige agreed, adding, "Your place it is - but nothing funny."

It was that comment that repeated in his head while he prepared for her arrival. "Nothing funny," wasn't that just like her! There was no way she could have even guessed at his intentions, yet she went out of her way to make certain he knew how very much below her he was.

But, in a way, she was right. As much of a kick that he would get out of tonight's escapades, she probably wouldn't be laughing.

When the doorbell finally sounded, he wasn't surprised to see Paige in one of her provocative little dressy numbers. Black heels slipped over sheer nylons, and a fetching black dress that ended very high upon the thighs - had they been anywhere else, Tom would have complemented her attire, perhaps overly so, leaving Paige to shrug a thanks and abruptly leave him in her wake. But today was his turn to be the gamemaster. Rather than offer his awe, he chuckled, "Wow, a little UNDERdressed, are we?"

Paige's eyes widened, clearly taken aback, however she wasn't given a moment to reply, as Tom was already making his way towards the study.

Alone in the study, knowing Paige would be making her entrance within seconds, the anticipation was overwhelming. One last chance to back out… but would this opportunity ever arise again? In the end, he opted to grab the handcuffs.

The study was a plush room, with dim, but ample lighting, that gave a golden glow to the room. Away from the security of the office, Paige's arrogance took an innocent turn as she entered the room. This aloof act seemed so thin compared to the impenetrable shield she carried elsewhere. "So, where are the notes?" her eyes gathering their sterness, while her body seemed to gloat.

Tom approached her, his mouth rambling of an imaginary idea he had for the presentation, while behind his back, the cuffs were opened, awaiting their prey.

"Well," she began, in her that's-a-good-idea-but-I'm-sure-mine-is-better tone, "I think we should -" and that was all it took. As soon as she rolled her eyes, and kind of tossed her head to make her point, the cuffs were secured upon her open hands.

No scream or rant sounded. Instead, her mouth open, appalled, "what in the hell do you think you're doing?"

Tying a rope between the handcuffs and leading her over to the wall, he considered an answer, finally deciding simply, "tying you up, Paige."

She seemed amused by this, yet another opportunity to put her sharp tongue to use, "Really? What is it, Tom, the only way you can get a woman is to tie her up?" Even bound the woman refused to relent. The more huffy she became by her present position, the more sure of his decision Tom was, "You know," he began, pinning her against the wall momentarily, while securing the rope, "most women would probably be screaming and kicking right now, but not you. Now I wonder why that is?"

Avoiding his gaze, she snorted, "I wouldn't give you the satisfaction."

"Always a brat," with that, her arms were raised, her clothed body unshielded.

Taking a white handkerchief, Tom began to secure the gag about her head. Paige wiggled, her face moving from side to side, which worked only to her disadvantaged. What would have just covered the outside of her lips slipped inside until she seemed to be biting at the gag. Reaching behind her writhing body, Tom managed to unzip her strapless dress, letting it fall to her ankles.

He had to laugh at what was revealed, "Push-up bra, garters, and tiny panties? Oh, tell me you were just coming for the presentation, Paige." Her eyes raged at him, pissed to be caught in her own game.

Having her immobilized allowed him to do the rest with ease. Fastening a rope around her waist, then dropping a strand between her legs, he tugged just a bit to get it snug by her pussy, tying it off when the precise tension was reached. Paige's knees let out a little in response. Now would begin her torment. "You see, Paige, my dear, I can't stand how you treat me, or probably most men, for that matter," this time, the rope was pulled just above her breasts, looping around her back, and coming back down around below them.

As soon as her knees were wrapped together, the restraints on her wrists were pulled just a little more, leaving her on her tiptoes, her body contorting ever so slightly in hopes of achieving a bit of relief. Taking a step back, Tom relished the sight of his creation. The queen of the world robbed of her throne, now pouted against her gag like some sort of punished schoolgirl. Her blue eyes looked brilliant shining out from her dark locks. Although they would glance back on him occasionally, Paige's eyes proved she was far from submitting just yet. Which was fine with Tom, afterall, he had all night.

"Now, that's much better, don't you think?" Tom teased, making his way across the study to grab a few more utensils. His destination was a hairbrush he had found earlier, a hard plastic with a flat back, he had thought it would have looked perfect padding across her ass. But now, seeing Paige's toned body pulling against the restraints, he thought better of it. His belt would look much nicer down there.

Paige babbled incessantly against her gag. Smiling at the sound of it, while unbuckling his belt, Tom gave her a sideways glance, "Paige, you're mumbling." The comment infuriated her. Blue eyes loudly scorning him, her voice louder, trying harder to pronunciate her words, she didn't seem to guess what was coming.

Folding the belt in half, Tom regained his stance before her, "Remember the Christmas Party, Paige? When I asked you to dance? Remember what it was you did?" Her eyes dropped for a second, raising only to shake her head "no" innocently.

"You don't remember, not even a little?" Tom loomed over her now, belt ready.

Her head shook again making no mistake to try to prove her innocence.

"Aw, Paige, you laughed at me. Just chuckled and said that you'd rather not… but I bet you don't remember that." Looking right at her face, he watched her advert her eyes. "Well, maybe this will help bring it all back to you." Putting a hand on her left hip, Tom turned her just a bit, so that half her ass was exposed to his whims. The belt was lightly touched against her.

"Last chance, still don't know?" Raising his eyebrows, he let the belt fall against her soft cheek. Paige let out a wail, dispersing into rabid mumblings maintaining her plea.

"Fine with me, Paige. We'll just keep this up all night, until you admit." The belt was tossed again and again. Each stroke left her ass more tender than the last, until her toes were curled, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Her bottom began to redden within seconds, the spanking still sounding. Paige kept a constant pressure with her hip, trying to press her rump back against the wall so shield it from the punishment.

It was only after the belt began its assault to the other cheek that Paige finally broke. "Okay! Okay!!!" screamed out, muffled.

"What was that?" pulling the gag from her mouth, Tom awaited the apology.

Gasping, and trying to rub out the fire on her ass with the wall behind her, the words stumbled from Paige's mouth, "I'm sorry! Okay?"

"Sorry for what exactly?"

Biting her lip, Paige scornfully answered, "Sorry, for being a bitch. Is that good enough? Can we stop this?!"

Never losing a beat, Tom popped the gag back into her mouth, "Nope. Why, you haven't begged yet!"

Her temper set afresh from compromising her pride, tossing her head from side to side, Paige all but growled into the gag.

"Now don't be such a sorry sport." Mocking the damsel's distress, Tom plucked two clothespins from the table, "how 'bout a game? You always seem so fond of them."

Paige's eyes widened a bit, watching the clothespins in hand as he gestured. "Here's how we play… You just tell me what you want. Simple," stepping closer, he opened the clamp, nudging it against her satin bra. Paige instantly stiffened, her voice again rising against the gag in a vain attempt to curse. Locating the nipple, the pin was attached, the other breast immediately following suit.

She seemed to be grunting something about removing the clamps, but Tom ignored her, continuing with his workmanship. Sliding a hand down her belly, he began to explain, "Now before you get yourself into a huff, you should bear in mind that I would much rather reward than punish." Watching her reaction, Tom reached to the crotchrope and began to pull it gently, "of course, you have to ask nicely."

Her body began to mutiny her cold eyes, her thighs moving slightly, grinding her panties into the rope. "You like that?" knowing her reply would say otherwise. Just as he expected, Paige gave him a resounding "no".

"Hmm… then we'll have to try something else." Taking a quick second to flick at each of the clamps, Tom pulled a chair over.

The knot that secured Paige's wrists to the wall was loosened, her fatigued ankles stretching in relief. However, the moment of relaxation was cut short by the tug at her wrists. Like a dog on a leash, Paige was led to the chair, but not allowed to sit. Instead, Tom stepped around it, leaving Paige to reach over the back, farther and farther, until once again she found herself on her tiptoes.

Paige's tender ass was now completely up for grabs. Obviously not a fan of tanning parlors, the winter months had whitened her considerably.

Tom's palms brushed against the tender of her bottom, and there was no mistaking the shudder that pulsed though Paige's bound little body. So many things could be done to such an immobilized prize. Encircling his trophy, Tom considered the possibilities.

Judging by the squirms of her shoulders, Paige's nipples were quite ripe by now. Seeing that he had noticed, Paige's eyes blinked a plea.

"You want me to take them off?" Tom bargained, rhetorically, yet as sweetly sadistic as he could muster. Paige nodded eagerly, words caught in the gag.

Pulling the gag from her mouth, Tom reasoned, "if you want the clamps removed, I'll do it - but for a price."

"They hurt!" Paige bellowed, her lips wet from the restraint.

"Well that's rather ungrateful, don't you think?" Tom reached to her face to replace the gag.

Thrashing her head, "No, no! Okay? I'm sorry. Could you please take off the clamps? Is that better? PLEASE!"

But Tom remained unmoved.

Her eyes turned down, away from him, as the realization set in. Taking a deep breath, she very carefully asked, "Can you please take them off, and I… I promise…"

"Promise what, Paige?"

"I promise I'll be good." At that, she bit at the corner of her lips, quite while awaiting the response of her newfound master.

"Very nice, Paige." Her words had made the nipping at his groin practically burst from his zipper. To actually hear her submission made his heart quell… and made him only want more. "But if give up one thing, you'll have to take another."

Fingers gripping the edge of the seat cushion, Paige seemed to quickly weigh her choices, until the fire at her nipples won the debate, "I understand."

"Good." Letting his hand cup her breast, Tom gently removed a clamp. The sigh of relief that escaped her was so very near a moan, Tom couldn't help but rub the swollen nipple between his fingers, prolonging her torment. Paige's eyes closed, mouth opening just a bit, while her body moved ever so slightly with the rub of his hands.

The sound of Tom's zipper unfastening roused Paige from her trance. Pants opening, Tom's cock was before her eyes in seconds. So plump, it looked ready to explode right in front of her.

Her eyes wide, "You don't honestly expect me to -"

"I could think of something else, if you'd rather," Tom offered.

"No!" Paige gasped, not even wanting to consider what an alternative would be, "I'll do it." "No, now you'll have to do better than that. You'll more than just do it." His face was stern, ready to switch to something else if she didn't respond correctly.

Realizing there was no other way of putting it, Paige finally relented in a quiet voice, "Okay… may I please suck on you…."

"I think that would be wonderful." Stepping up to her, Tom raised her face just a bit, until her lips were even with his cock. He eased himself forward just a bit, making it clear that Paige would have to work for it. Stretching against her binding, Paige's mouth opened, her tongue slipping past her lips, slowly touching the head of his throbbing prick. Tom pushed into her welcoming mouth, relishing the sight of her eager lips. Her mouth was wide, nearly begging for more of him, and he obliged her, pushing in farther and farther until the moans began to be laden by a muffled gagging. The constricting and the sucking and the moaning reverberating upon his cock.

He finally pulled out from the wetness of her mouth, seconds away from bursting inside. Paige's mouth gaped, her chest still heaving, when the gag was replaced. The activities had subdued her considerably, and she put up no resistance to her mouth being sealed.

"You might be tempted to make some noise," Tom began, disappearing behind her.

The candle had been collected with the other items as something of an afterthought. Long and white, the taper candle was also thin, which could make it a perfect addition to Paige's tender bottom.

Lubrication gleamed across the wax, giving it an almost menacing feel in Tom's hands. Those tiny panties were pulled from her hips, then paused while the bindings at her knees were seperated.

"You're going to have to spread a bit." A little reluctant at first, unsure of Tom's intentions, Paige opened her ankles. Each was attached to a let, her backside taking on a pyramid form. Crouched on the floor busied with the knots, the angle of Paige's legs looked to Tom, like a black nylon covered tower of babble. Rather than heaven, those shapely gams reached to a sopping, dark tunnel of sin.

Sliding his thumb along the curve of her ass, Tom slowly eased down to the growing wetness at her pussy. The quiver between her legs was unmistakable, coursing through her bound body till her toes began to curl. The candle brushed against her clit, teasing as it slipped between the confines of her cheeks, daring to tread just a bit higher.

Paige let out a gasp as the tip of the candle pushed into her ass. Straining against the ropes, the whine in her throat sounded through the gag with all the depth of a moan. Tom waited until the moans subsided to quiet a quiet heave in her chest, to prod the candle further inside of her. His fingers were quick to free the rage beneath his zipper.

Her pussy glistened before his cock, its sopping warmth nearly begging for his entrance. Tom obliged this beckoning, nuzzling the head of his cock against the wetness. All resistance seemed to melt away at the feel of his throbbing against her.

"What do you want, Paige?" The words taunted her, urging her lips to beg, her hips to writhe in plea. Tom nudged his cock against her opening, "do you want it, Paige?"

Her gag was probably nearly as wet as her pussy, but that didn't hinder the meaning of her words from penetrating. "Please!" the word screamed from Paige's throat, the hunger between her legs tossed all reason from her mind.

It was the only urging Tom needed. He pushed himself in with all the grace of a madman, only to be welcomed by the buck of her hips. Her wetness swallowed him, as if the feel of his flesh inside her made Paige realize how ravenous the night had made her. She had to take him, take every inch that he offered. The restraints had left little room play.

His hips thrust in, her voice answering every one with a resounding howl of approval. The pumping continued into his hands were like paws at her hips, digging into his willing prize, pushing and pulling until his ache could be freed. Her pussy sucked at him, frantically nursing upon its master, wanting so desperately to feel him explode.

And when he finally did, when his body stiffened and his cock burst inside that sopping little hole, he left Paige's side. Cleaning himself, he had been his excuse. But the departure had little other reasoning than to leave that bound and wet girl to relish what she had become.