The Conference, Part Five

Aside from the way I had stumbled and fallen onto the bed, I thought I had played most of this situation cool after deciding to lean into it instead of letting Larissa fluster me with her nudity and advances. That is, until I saw the metal cuffs dangling from her hand.

She had clearly decided this was going to happen ahead of time, as why else would she have left them somewhere within reach on her bed? And while I had experienced a variety of things in the bedroom over the years, I had never experimented with bondage, either on myself or on any of my previous partners. The look of surprise and hesitation on my face must have been obvious.

Scoffing at my reaction, Larissa said, “Let me guess? Too vanilla for stuff like this. Or just scared of doing it with me in particular?”

“I am not scared of you,” I snapped, rising to the bait without even thinking about it.

“Mm hmm. Then prove it.” She gave me an expectant look, still holding the handcuffs up in the teasing manner. “Unless you’d rather get up and get dressed?”

This was still so far outside our professional rivalry dynamic. Yet I still didn’t love the idea of her ‘winning,’ especially since she was already in the more powerful position by being the one on top. Tightening my lips in annoyance, deciding that I’d still rather fuck her than let things go this far only for her to make side comments about my reservations throughout the weekend, I said, “No. Do it.”

Larissa grinned. “Good boy.” Before I could process the patronizing words of praise, she lunged forward and deftly cuffed my wrists. She clearly knew what she was doing, as it was a matter of seconds before both metal rings had been clicked into place. “Let’s make sure they’re nice and tight, now,” she said. Adjusting both sides until it definitely wouldn’t be possible for me to slip my hands out, she then placed a hand on my chest and met my eyes. “Arms above your head. Right now.”

I did as I was told. Letting her be in charge wasn’t particularly natural, though there wasn’t much I could do to question or reject the order in my current state. I was still getting used to how it felt for my arms to be stuck in front of me, lifting them up was one of the only things that I could do now that I was limited by the small chain linking my wrists.

“Okay. Now, I’ve got one more little gift for you.” Slipping her hand underneath the same pillow as before, she pulled out a sleep mask she had been given on the flight. Or, for her current purposes, a blindfold.

It wasn’t quite as daunting as handcuffs, though it was still an unexpected development. “Larissa . . . ”

She cut me off with her body, rather than with her voice. Grinding against me, bringing me back to full attention with a single gesture, she smirked at the feeling of my hardness underneath her and said, “Hush, boy. And hold still.” With that, she bent forward and put the cheap mask over my eyes.

Between the overhead lights of the hotel room and the design of the makeshift blindfold, I wasn’t completely submerged in darkness. At the same time, I couldn’t see a damn thing. Of course, I could still feel plenty with my body, and it was obvious when Larissa dismounted. “What-”

“I told you to hush. And to hold still, remember?” she added, as I ended up shifting a bit as I lost the warmth of her body and ended up alone on the bed, completely exposed. “Just a few more things, and then you’ll be just how I want you.”

This was starting to feel like a bad idea, now that I wasn’t being teased by the promise of fucking Larissa. Not that it had ever actually been stated, though being straddled by her naked self had been a pretty clear implication. Or not. I had a lot of things I wanted to say, but the handcuffs/blindfold combination didn’t put me in the best position to negotiate with the girl who was bossing me around.

Larissa hummed in contentment to herself, letting me know she was still on the side she had climbed off of me. A few seconds later, I felt something being wrapped around my wrist just below the metal cuff. It didn’t take much for me to figure out that it was a rope, based on how she tightened and tied it just below my wrist. “Hey. Hold still, boy,” she firmly said.

“What are you-” I started to ask, only to be cut off by a repetition of the other directive.

“Hush.” Punctuating the demand by giving a tug to the rope that was now fully tied, she looped the other end to what I had to assume was somewhere on the bed frame, based on how I couldn’t pull very far in the opposite direction as she worked. “Just have to do the other side, now,” she said. Giving my temporarily blind self some commentary, it wasn’t long before I felt her going through the same process with my other arm. I hadn’t heard her pad to that side of the bed, whether that was her being quiet on purpose or just that bare feet on carpet didn’t make much sound. I had only been deprived of one sense for a minute or two, and I doubted the other senses would be heightened that quickly. “Okay. How does that feel?” she asked.

Awkward, and not particularly comfortable. Not only were my arms both tied and cuffed, but having them up really limited my movement. I could still shift here and there. It was just obvious that I was at Larissa’s mercy at this point.

Moving on when I didn’t speak up quickly enough, she said, “Now, let’s get your pants off so I can tie up your legs, too. Sounds fun, right?”