Thin Walls pt2 [MF, long]

He didn’t say anything for a while, his eyes taking in my tousled hair, my undeniably exquisite curves, my heaving chest, the sweat and, down lower, other liquids, that were running off me and staining his sheets. I didn’t say anything either, just taking in how enormous he was. He was functionally muscular, clearly not a bodybuilder, just an enormous athlete who could break me in half without breaking a sweat.

“Up” he said eventually, something about his tone gave no possibility of not responding. I got out of his bed and stood nervously besides it, initially clutching my arms over my breasts to preserve some modesty and almost immediately realising how silly that was and letting them fall to my sides.

“Give us a twirl” he said. Given my approach I could scarcely have any objection to him treating me like a slab of meat, and yet even so the request irritated me, irritated and aroused me, an arousal that only increased as I slowly turned in front of him and felt his eyes devour every inch of me.

“Over here”, he gestured at the wall, and I noticed that he had clamped a pullup beam to one of the bare horizontal steel girders that held up our aircraft hanger of a dormitory. I stood next to the wall beneath the pullup beam and was somehow unsurprised, unresisting and mute as he pulled a red ribbon out from a drawer and used it to lash both my wrists to the beam above my head.

Then he ran his fingers all over me, just the tips, just exploring not arousing, but his touch was electric. He ran them down my arms, down my flanks, down my legs, up my thighs, over my stomach, around my breasts, around my neck, around my pubic bone, and finally dug them into my arse and pulled me close to him so he could feel my heat and smell my stench and I could feel his coolness and his freshly showered mintiness.

Finally he spoke.

“I’m flattered of course, and I love the equipment and hear you certainly know how to use it. But you’re not what I’m here for”

“What do you mean?” I was both confused and affronted.

“You hear what I do in here right? I blow the minds of girls who are practically virgins, leaving them pathetically grateful and willing to do anything, and I really do mean anything, for a second helping. Now look at you and how you’ve dealt with all this. Nothing scares you, you’ve been around, you know the ropes. You’re my equal”

Now I was angry. “That’s pathetic”, I said. “And cowardly. You know I’m ten times the lay of any of these silly little girls, and you don’t want me to show you a good time because … because what, I’m not just completely helpless?”

“Yeah, that’s about the size of it” he said, entirely unapologetically. “Look I’m not a lot older than you but I am a bit older, and I know what I like, and what I like is to have absolutely all the power. No hard feelings”.

I was dumbstruck; I always thought that was just a phrase, but I literally didn’t know what to say. He shrugged apologetically and moved to untie me.

“Wait” I finally said, almost yelled in fact.

“What”

“What if we did it your way? What if I gave you total power and let you just do whatever you wanted the way those orgasm scrambled little worshipers of yours do?”

He chuckled, “that’s not you, that’s not who you are”.

I regained some of my confidence for the first time in my encounter, remembering I was a beautiful young woman tied to the wall of a stranger who was only inches from my perfect nipples and wearing nothing but a towel. “I can be”, I smirked, “whatever you want me to be.”

Now he smiled. “Prove it”, he said.

“What would you have me do?”

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oiqr5g/thin_walls_pt2_mf_long