Twisted

Chapter 5: Untie Me

When I wake up, my eyes dart around an unfamiliar room. The entire space is huge and the walls are decorated in gold and navy. The walls are covered in intricate gold detailing, suggesting to me this one room must have cost a fortune. I wonder if it's real gold, but then I realize it most likely is fake. The beautiful bed that I am laying on also looks rather lavish with navy and creme colors to match the rest of the room. There are also two Roman-style poles that are at the foot of the bed with a blue cloth over it to create the appearance of a canopy.

I try to sit up to get a better feel of my surroundings but something constricts me. I look down to discover I'm only wearing a lacy bra and panties and my arms and legs are bound to the bed with silk ties. I can't stop myself from screaming.

Was I kidnaped? The last thing I remember was losing my virginity to Spencer... Spencer? The door creaks open and I stop screaming. Though the blurriness of my tears I make out a figure approaching the bed. As it gets closer, I identify it as none other than my loving husband. A relieved sigh escapes my lips.

"Spencer! Thank god you're here! Can you help me? I'm tied to this bed and I don't know how I got here...

He chuckled, catching me off guard. Spencer is dressed in a fancy suit like an important businessman. At this point, I don even question how he is wearing such an expensive suit. My breath is taken away by my dashing husband.

"Now Mia, why would I untie you when I myself was the one who bound you to my bed?"
I never knew Spencer was kinky. If he wanted to try some bondage play he could have just asked. I didn't know what to say so I didn't say anything.

"What's wrong, my little Mia? Cat's got your tongue?" He sits down on the bed next to me and begins to play with one of the silk ties, but he doesn't untie it.

"Spencer, where are we?"

"We're in one of my mansions, of course," he says nonchalantly as if he could really afford a mansion.

"Ha ha very funny," I respond sarcastically, "But really, where are we?"

Spencer stops playing with the ties and gives me a threatening glare. That's new.

"This is my mansion." Oooh, he wants to role play. I get it.

"I see," a devilish smirk bends my lips, "So, Mr. Malone the millionaire, what business do we have to attend to here?"

"No business today, Mrs. Malone. I've taken the day off to spend with my beautiful wife. And actually, I'm not a millionaire. I'm own billions."

Yeah, okay. Sure.

I find his little fantasy quite amusing. I never knew he had a power fetish. I'm getting more turned by the minute.

He slips off his jacket before climbing on top of me.

"You know, Spencer, if I had my hands untied I would rip that shirt off so quickly that you wouldn't even know what hit you." His smirk turns into a frown and I become confused. What's the matter with him?

"You may not call me 'Spencer' and hereby shall address me only as 'sir', got it?"

I nod eagerly. My lace panties are already a pool and I can't wait for him to fill me up again.

"What was that?" He raises an eyebrow at me.

"Yes, sir."

His smile returns but this time it gleams nothing but bad intentions. He's so damn hot I can barely restrain myself. He begins unbuttoning his dress-shirt and unzipping his slacks. Once he's slipped them off and chucked them across the room, he hovers over me again, his lips inches away from mine. I can already see his hard-on poking through his boxers and I have the sudden urge to taste him.