by Cygnus

I couldn't believe he'd had the nerve to do it. I knew when I flirted so outrageously with the barman that Mac would punish me in some way. But this was ridiculous.

The hotel was quiet and the corridors empty when we made our way to our room with Mac pushing me ahead of him, threatening to make me sorry for embarrassing him.

"Just you wait sweetheart. I haven't finished with you by a long shot."

Part of me trembled at his intentions but there was that old swirling toffee sensation deep in my stomach. That treacherous part of me, added to the wetness that was soaking the crotch of my panties was my undoing. I stumbled, my high heels catching in the deep pile carpet, but Mac just chuckled at my helpless response to his threats. I knew he would think up something diabolical.

We reached our room and of course I longed to just collapse onto the bed but within a minute Mac had collected the lengths of white rope he carried everywhere, and grabbing me by the wrist he dragged me out the door. Down the corridor we went with me stumbling along behind him whispering my pleas of forgiveness. It was as if I hadn't even spoken. Mac had an agenda and he intended to keep to it.

"Stand still here. Make one sound and I will gag you too." he threatened as we stopped in a quiet area of the hotel. I stood as instructed while Mac tied his usual perfectly symmetrical ropes around my stockinged ankles. My breath caught in my throat as I realised his intentions. I looked above me up into the high wooden stairwell as he added to my helplessness by binding my wrists in the same uniform pattern.

I usually loved it when Mac took control and tied me up but this evening had a more scary tone to it. Up until then he had never really wanted to punish me, only to give me pleasure. I could feel my juices seeping down my thighs as my nipples jumped to attention, rock hard and aching. Even though I was petrified at just what Mac had in mind my hormones were reeling. I was as horny as hell. I could hear little noises through the walls and further down the corridor and I dreaded being caught but Mac had no such worries. He tied a long length of rope to my wrist restraint and left me where I was while he walked up the stairs high above me.

I felt the rope tighten as he pulled on it from the next floor up and my arms rose above my head. By this time I was flushed and breathing hard but Mac had no idea just what this exposure was doing to me. He just kept hauling on the rope until the slack was taken up and my arms were being stretched to their limit. The only place that would give was my feet so I stood on tiptoe in my burgundy patent shoes, feeling the muscles in my calves tighten. My breasts were hoisted upward and the jacket of my favourite pink suit left the waistband of my skirt behind exposing my body suit. I wished I had worn something briefer so that Mac could get at me. Already I didn't give a damn that I was staked out in the middle of a hotel corridor I just needed to be violated.

I wriggled pointlessly, trying to stimulate my clit with my scrunched together thighs but it was impossible, I was left frustrated. I watched Mac's progress as he came down the stairs, annoyed slightly by the big grin that split his face. When finally he was standing in front of me my pulse raced and I found it difficult to swallow.

"Please Mac?" I begged. "Please touch me."

He walked all around me like a predator, breathing down my neck and gently brushing the backs of his hands over my vulnerable body. All the while he crooned in my ear.

"Are you hot sweetheart? Is your dirty little cunt panting for it? Perhaps I should pull up your skirt and spank that naughty bottom of yours?" With that his hand snaked up my tight hobble skirt and forced its way between my clenched thighs. I groaned loudly, pushing myself onto his hand but it was useless. There was no way Mac had any intentions of giving me too much pleasure.

"Oh God Mac, please don't do this to me. I need you to fuck me. I'm sorry about the barman. I just wanted to make you jealous so you would want me more." I tried hard to keep my toes on the floor but it was becoming increasingly difficult. I had lost my balance and was swinging about on my tiptoes and Mac so obviously loved it. He stood back and watched as I struggled, smiling his wicked ‘this is only the beginning' smile. My stomach lurched. Mac turned on his heel and began to walk up the stairs away from me.

"Goodnight sweetheart. I hope you are not too uncomfortable. At least you shouldn't get too bored; I expect there will be at least some passers by before morning." I watched intently as he climbed each stair until he was standing above me looking over the balustrade. I pleaded with him to come back but even as I heard him walk away I could hear male chattering voices approaching from the other direction. I closed my eyes and held my breath, as the sounds got closer. My pussy flooded in response to my fearful anticipation and I was scared I would pass out. I took one more desperate look up but the balcony above me was empty.