Chapter 52

"Tyson, let's talk about this," Claudia gasped as she bounced on the bed, some of her temper diffusing as she began to get worried. "I'm not really into bondage."
He ignored her and bent down to dig through the bag some more. The muscles of his arms strained against the fabric of his white dress shirt. She couldn't see what he was pulling out of the bag, but the rustling made her anxious. She tried to reason with him again, this time going for firm rather than pleading. "Don't you dare put anything else on me Tyson King, or I will make you regret it. Your other girlfriends might be into this kinky shit, but I'm having nothing to do with it."
"I bought this stuff for you, before we even met. Never used it before," he rumbled in reply, straightening.
Claudia's head swam with the idea that he was planning on using this stuff on her before he even acquired her. She was pretty sure that was stalkerrific, but her pussy tingled at the thought that he always planned on tying her down for his use. Maybe she was as sick as he was. Damn her body for always responding so readily to him.
Firelight caressed the leather cuffs and some kind of rope held in his giant fist. He bent over and captured one of her ankles. Claudia gave a token effort to pull her ankle back but he held her fast. She heard the click as the leather cuff locked over the delicate bones of her ankle. The slither of sturdy rope over her calf caused her to shiver. He moved it off her skin with a brush of his fingers and proceeded to trap her other ankle.
She didn't understand right away what all of the rope and cuffs were about. At first she thought he was going to go with a standard spread eagle position (standard for other BDSM couples, not standard for her), but the short chains indicated otherwise. Claudia let out a panicked squeal when he grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over onto her stomach. She immediately tried to roll onto her back, but he brought a heavy hand down on her ass in a single warning spank.
"Stay put woman," he growled at her, the emphasis he put on each word telling her he was still pretty pissed off at her for running.
Claudia forced herself to lay still as he maneuvered her limbs. Part of her was curious about what he intended to do. He clearly wanted to render her helpless, punish her for running away from him and disobeying his stupid rules. He arranged her on the bed with her arms and legs straight until he bent her leg at the knee and brought her heel up to her butt. He picked up her wrist and pulled on the short chain until her wrist almost reached her ankle. She heard a snap and rolled her head to the side to see what he was doing. Messy hair falling from the topknot she had arranged for her bath flopped in her eyes.
Claudia instinctively tried to pull her wrist back, but her ankle came with it. The same thing happened when she tugged on her ankle, her wrist pulled. She was completely stuck with her arm and leg raised over her ass. She frowned as he went around to the other side and latched her wrist to her ankle again. She felt as though she were being hogtied except her right limbs weren't attached to her left limbs. When he stepped away from the bed she decided to test the strength of her bonds. If she could somehow wiggle out of them she'd hit the ground running as fast as she could and then lock herself in the bathroom.
She peeked over at Tyson. He was kneeling next to the bed with the rope. Claudia tried rolling onto her side, grunting as her arms and legs protested. She gasped and quickly rolled back onto her belly. Tyson ignored her struggles as he rounded the other side of the bed and did something with the rope over there too. He kneeled on the bed next to her and pulling the rope up, latched it to a metal loop on the ankle restraint.
"Tyson, what are you doing to me?" Claudia's voice rose as she realized exactly how helpless she was about to become.
He held her still with a hand on her ankle, stretched his long arm out to the other side of the bed and pulled on the rope on the other side. Claudia gasped in surprise as the ankle and wrist already attached to the rope pulled outward, opening her up in a doggy-style sort of deal. Tyson snapped the latch shut on the other side, connecting the rope. Both of her knees were forced out, opening her pussy from behind. She tried wriggling, but realized quickly that the rope was looped under the bed and pulled taut so there was zero slack.
Tyson stepped back from the bed, inspecting his handiwork. Claudia visualized herself from that angle and blushed furiously. Her ankles were raised up over her thighs and spread to the sides giving him an unimpeded view of her pussy and ass. Her wrists, which were attached by the short chains to her ankles, were several inches below her feet and a few inches above the bed. The position should have been extremely uncomfortable, but the roping was arranged so there wasn't much pressure on her wrists or ankles.
Claudia was completely helpless. She had never been tied down like this before and wasn't sure she enjoyed it much. Though she had to admit that the thought of Tyson seeing her like this and enjoying the view heated her up in unexpected ways. Claudia licked her suddenly dry lips and said, "Can we please talk about this Tyson?"
He stepped up to the bed. She could see something dark and silky dangling from his fingers. "We had plenty of time to talk about your comfort zone at the penthouse. Now I think its time to make you understand a few things about me, Claudia."
He kneeled on the bed between her spread legs. She moaned when he bent over her back, the body heat from his huge body engulfing her, his thigh brushing erotically against her spread pussy. She wondered, as his leg stroked against her, sending a jet of pleasure through her, if she would leave evidence of her arousal on his expensive trousers. He leaned across her, his broad chest pressed to her back, his lips next to her ear.
"I've built an empire," he murmured, "out of controlling everyone and everything around me. I was willing to give you the opportunity to walk with me at my side, but you ran from me Claudia."
She shivered helplessly as he slipped a black silk blindfold over her eyes, cutting off her vision and taking away yet another element of her control. "Tyson" she whispered. "I had to go, I'm sorry."
His shoulders hovered above her back, engulfing her slimmer torso. "I'm not sorry," he said.
"But I thought you were mad?" she said breathlessly.
"Yes," he replied, planting his fists in the bed next to her body and levering himself up. "I'm extremely angry that you put yourself in danger. If Marquez or Delgado got hold of you, you wouldn't last ten minutes. I'm also annoyed that you went to the most powerful mobster in our city for help over me."
Claudia sensed his anger as though it were a living thing and flinched. She hadn't really thought of it that way. She had been running away from the idea of being in a powerful man's control again and the potential that her enemies could find her. She didn't realize he might take offence that she would run to a business rival.
"No, Claudia, I'm not sorry," he continued. "Because you've given me exactly what I wanted. I tried it your way. I tried wooing you. Now I intend to chain you to my side."
Claudia's chest swelled with mixed emotions. She was annoyed that he could treat her so barbarically, that he wanted to treat her that way. She could also argue with his idea of ‘wooing' her, considering he'd snatched her from an underground casino and forced her to live in his penthouse for more than a week. But a part of her acknowledged that, even furious, he wasn't hurting her. Yet. She really didn't mind the idea of being tied to him either, figuratively or literally. He was by far the sexist man she had ever encountered and he seemed happy to lavish her with whatever her heart desired. Except the opportunity to run away and possibly get herself killed.
"What are you going to do to me Tyson?" she asked, forcing herself to relax into the bonds so her muscles wouldn't get sore.
He lifted himself off of her, trailing a hand down her back and across her buttocks. She shivered at the contact and wiggled a little, seeking the warmth of his hand as he lifted it off her. "I intend to make you wait, Claudia. You can feel as helpless as I felt when I found out you were missing. You can feel the agony of time spent wondering where I'm at and if I'll come to you."
"I don't understand."
He ignored her and reached for something else. She heard more rustling and then he said, "But first"
Claudia shrieked as something cold and gooey hit her square on the anus. She continued to gasp and struggle against her binding as he spread what she assumed was lubricant against her asshole. She had never been touched there, let alone penetrated. She pressed her hips in the bed as much as she could, but the movement forced her arms back uncomfortably. He began to wiggle a finger into the tight hole. "Tyson!" she gasped. "We need to talk about this!"
He paused, giving her time to adjust. His deep voice rumbled over her. "Are you denying me Claudia? Is that really what you want?" His hot breath caressed her ass cheek as he bit into the flesh, not enough to hurt, but enough to make her jump in reaction.
She moaned and pressed her face against the bed. "I don't know Tyson, I can't think like this. I want you to fuck me and let me go!"
"I'm going to fuck you Claudia," he said, his voice going impossibly deep. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you're never going to forget who owns you, who your body cries out for. You'll beg me for it long before I let you come, baby."
He continued to work his finger into her ass. The pressure increased. She panted and held as still as she could under his ministrations. She sighed in relief as he backed off only to jump when another squirt of cold jelly hit her ass. Then she felt it, some kind of object being pushed against the tight ring of her ass.
"Tyson," she asked, her voice high and uncertain. "What is it? What are you doing?"
"It's an anal plug," he answered, running his other hand soothingly across her ass cheek. "We're starting small. It's about as big as my thumb around and just about as long. You're too new to this for anything bigger, and we have a lot of work to do if I ever plan on getting in this beautiful ass."
Claudia's heart thundered and her body shivered in response as he twisted and turned the plug until she felt it slip in and the top settle between her cheeks. It felt impossibly tight.
"Just breathe, baby," he said, kissing her upraised ankle and then pressing a kiss into the palm of her hand. "You can take it. You're gorgeous and brave."
Gradually the pressure decreased as she got used to the feel of a foreign object in her ass. The visualization of what she must look like, spread out with a butt plug on display for Tyson, made her pussy grow wetter and her flesh heat in an aroused blush. "What colour is it?" she whispered, embarrassed, but wanting to know.
"Pretty pink," he said, stepping back from the bed. "Oh yeah, you look good, beautiful. Just like that."
Claudia's heart sped up as she heard him walk away from the bed. She was surprised and disappointed that he was leaving her without touching her. But she knew her punishment for running wasn't likely to end quickly. He wanted her to suffer, wondering when he would come fuck and release her. She heard the thud of his feet on the stairs.
"Tyson!" she yelled. "Don't I even get a safe word?"
She held her breath. He stopped moving, but didn't come back up the stairs. He said, "How about: I will never run away from Tyson King again? When I hear you scream those words as I'm taking that gorgeous pussy, I might consider having some mercy." He continued down the stairs, leaving her tied down doggy-style and getting wetter by the minute.