The jingle of the door opening brought Rhea from the back of her store, carrying the dress she was in the middle of sewing back up. Her eyes down at the line of needlework, she yells “Be with you in just a second.”
“Oh, no worries,” a familiar voice has Rhea looking up at her new customer. Bright red hair spills over the gray suit, imposing even if he was barely average height.
Rhea gasps, putting the dress down. “Aaron, what are you doing here?”
The man reaches behind him, locking the door to the boutique. His eyes never leave the her’s, the steely gaze of a man about to do something unpleasant but necessary“Claire sent me down because of some….discrepancies. And I asked.”
She frowns, crossing her arms. Aaron walks around, closing curtains to the night outside.
“What do you mean, discrepancies? I’ve paid my dues, in money and info,” she says, not moving as he comes closer. She shivers when she smells him, his aftershave just a hint on the air, smelling of musk and gunpowder. Rhea watches his chest, not wanting to look him in the face.
“You know Claire, all ducks have to be in a row for her to be happy,” Aaron pushes a finger under her chin, lifting her head up. The stubble on his face suggest he has been traveling all day, that length that Rhea always liked. It gave his angular face a roguish tilt. He grins, flashing straight white teeth. The stoic demeanor drops with the smile, Aaron’s shoulder losing their tension, his body sagging a little. Rhea lets out a breath, feeling her stomach moving from fear to butterfly. She grabs Aaron, kissing him hard.
“You little fucker, I thought you were here to kill me,” she says, stepping back as she catches her breath. Aaron pants, his lips bloodless from the kiss.
“Like Claire would send me to kill you. I’m the knee breaker,” he says, wrapping his
arms around Rhea. “I am here for a job, but not you. I got in early ‘cause I thought you might want to play.” His eyes sparkle when Rhea looks up, smiling.
“What are you thinking?”
“Oh, that’s a secret, kitten. Same rules as last time?”
Rhea nods, shoving down a giggle as excitement fills her. “Red, nothing on the face or lower arms, annnnd, I can’t think of anything else.”
Aaron kisses her on the tip of her nose. “Anything you don’t want me to destroy?”
She shakes her head. “You are the worse, buuuut I just really like this bra, so not that.”
He raises an eyebrow, but Rhea cuts him off. “Listen, bra are expensive, and this one fits well. Last time you shredded most of my good stuff, so this time I’m drawing the line.”
Aaron chuckles, the rumble vibrating her chest. “Fine, I won’t rip your bra off. Sure you don’t want me to save the dress too? It looks nice on you.”
Rhea looked down at the dark red dress. It was high waisted, pushing up her bosom, and the skirt fell down to a respectable length, flirty but professional. It did not show off much cleavage, and Rhea had to admit she did not like that about it. “I’m good, I don’t like this one very much. Do your worst, master.”
Aaron kisses her forehead, laughing again. “Okay, kitten. Shall we keep going from when I walked in, the big bad enforcer to make sure the business lady is paying on time?”
“Oh, yes, that sounds fun, although the place next store is still open, so you might need to keep me quiet.” Her hand squeezes between his legs, her grin wicked. She steps back from him before he can respond, downcasting her eyes, hands clutching at the fabric of her dress.
“Oh, please, sir, I can’t pay today, I won’t have enough till Friday,” Rhea pleads, her voice wobbling with fear.
Aaron stiffens, drawing his shoulders back. The smile slides off his face, but his lips twitch as he tries to suppress it. The poor man kept his heart on his sleeve, it was a surprise that he kept it up as long as he did before. Rhea twisted back and forth, swinging the hem of her dress and looking at him with innocent eyes, causing him to cough on his first words.
He growls, dropping his voice. “I don’t believe you.” He closes on her, Rhea stepping back till she hits the wall. He places his arms against the wall, caging her between him and the wall. “I betcha have it on ya right now.”
Rhea shakes her head, “Oh no, I don’t have anything, oh please.” She brings her hands up to beg, putting all she can into it.
Aaron smiles, and leans forward. “You keep up this camp, and I’m going to just gag you right off.”
Rhea chuckles, and bats her eyes. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, sir.”
Aaron reached out, grabbed the front of her dress and just pulled it open. Rhea let out a shocked gasp, reaching up to cover her modest breasts. Aaron grabbed her hands, and lifted them over her head. He pulled off his belt, wrapping her wrists with it and lifting her off the ground. It was not much, Rhea was of equal height with Aaron in her heels, but enough that her shoes fell off when she struggled.
“Now, lets see what you have on you.” His hands slide into the ripped front, over her stomach, and across her sides. Rhea giggles, Aaron tickling her more than anything else. On her back, he manages to undo the clasp of her bra, freeing her breasts. Rhea lets out a small moan, teasing Aaron.
He shakes his head, reaching under her bra and twisting her nipple till she lets out a gasp of pain. “No more of that, you understand?” Rhea nods, but when his hand moves off her nipple, she moans again, earning a slap across her breast. She just moans louder, pressing into him. He slaps her breasts, the pale flesh turning pink then a bright red. Rhea’s moans become louder and louder, trying to press into Aaron but the man pushing her back against the wall.
“If you can’t control yourself, I’ll control you then.” He lets her fall to the ground, pointing a finger at her nose. “Stay.” She bites at his finger, but he moves it back before she comes close. Rhea fidgets on the ground, her bound hands in front of her. Aaron checks on her over his shoulder, pulling stuff out of his carry on bag he left at the entrance. He blocks her view from seeing what he has inside, but she can see him placing ropes on his arm.
She wiggles back, sitting on her butt and putting her legs out in front of her. He comes back after locking his suitcase back up. Across his left arm is multiple lengths of red and pink ropes. He lays them on the table next to them, before squatting in front of Rhea and taking the belt off. He pulls the ruined dress off her, and pulls her bra off, placing it next to the ropes.
“Thighhighs? You sure you didn’t know I was in town?” Aaron says, touching her legs and caressing the sheer cloth covering them.
“I knew you liked them…and they are sexy,” Rhea responds, trying to hide her blush. She choose not to tell him that she had bought a bunch after their last time, his interest in them causing her to overhaul her wardrobe.
“Hmm, that they are, I won’t be ruining those.” Aaron turns her around, pulling her arms behind her back. He binds her wrist, moving slowly up her arms, winding the rope around her shoulders and chest. The ropes wrap around her breasts, pushing them out, her nipples engorged. He strokes over one, and Rhea moans loudly, leaning forward.
Aaron stroked her other nipple before flipping her onto her front, and grabbing her legs, binding the ankle and working his way up. The carpet of the store rubbed against Rhea’s sensitive nipples, her moans becoming louder. He slaps her ass. “Quiet, don’t want to alert your neighbors, do we?”
Rhea turns her head, rubbing her chest against the carpet and moaning louder, grinning wildly. Aaron lets out a long suffering sigh, and grabs the ruined dress, stuffing it into her mouth. He places a short length of rope into her hand, Rhea nodding when he does.
Rhea tries to squirm to see what Aaron is doing behind her, but the stimulation on her breasts, and the bindings on her keep her from seeing much. She feels him slide one rope between her legs. He flips her over, finishing it off by tying it to the bindings around her chest. Each breath she took made it rub against her cloth covered slit, and when she bucked, her arms pulled it tighter against her. Her eyes went wide as the dress muffled a moan.
Aaron left her on her side, standing and taking off his jacket. The holster under it is snapped off, and he places the gun on top of his jacket. He loosens his tie, rolling up his sleeves, as he starts looking around. Rhea glares after him as he walks away, but each movement rubs the rope between her legs. Her moans follow him as he peeks under the different dresses and clothes, She tries wiggling after him, but bumps the table, the whole thing shaking, and drawing his attention back to her.
“Tsk, tsk, bad girl.” He walks back over to her, grabbing a pair of stockings from her shelves, and pulling off his tie. He layers the socks over her eyes, and uses the tie to secure them. Earbuds are pushed into her ear, and music covers the sound of Aaron walking around, the thick stockings and tie killing her sight. She knows Aaron is still near, but her world is now just the calming orchestra in her ears, the ropes around her, and the warmth between her legs. Each breath pulls the rope between her legs. In, tightening, out, loosening. In, the moan is muffled by the dress, out, and her breath hitches. Her world narrows down to just that. She tries moving, but moving her arms just rubs the rope tighter against her clit. She tries bending forward, but the rope around her limits that to just be barely enough. She falls back, pulling the rope tighter. Between her legs, she can feel her thighs start to become slick, the tops of her pantyhose becoming wet and sticking to each other.
One of the earbuds is removed, and Aaron’s voice vibrates into her ear. “You can cum, and I’ll take off the blindfold.” The earbud is placed back, and her world is cut off again.
Rhea starts rubbing her legs together, squeezing the top of them together as she pulls harder on the rope. The slickness of it makes it slip around, and she has to take deeper breaths to keep it tight against her. The dress barely muffles her moans, and she bucks hard on the ground, trying to rub herself faster on the rope. The dress falls out when she finally cums, her moans loud and long. Sound of the outside world returns, having pulled the earbuds out with her orgasm. Dry cloth is stuff back into her mouth, Aaron shushing her. She whimpers, the cloth tasting of him, the slick material most likely his jacket.
The blindfold is removed, although he replaces the earbuds. He kneels over her nude form, his cock stiff. She eyes it, then looks up at him. Aaron places a finger to his lip, shushing her as he pulls the jacket out of her mouth. Once the jacket is tossed onto the table, she pulls hard on the rope, rubbing her clit against it and moaning loud. Aaron grabs her by the hair, and forces his cock into her mouth, Rhea’s moan changing in pitch as it fills her mouth. He glares down at Rhea, the woman smiling and wraps her tongue around his cock, the tip stroking the head of it. She tries bobbing her head, but Aaron holds her by the root, keeping her from moving.
Rhea gags on the cock as he forces her head down farther on it. Breathing in his sex, that wet, musky smell makes her moan as much as the rough handling. Forced on her knees, the ropes tighter around her. She whimpers, and manages to swallow his cock, causing him to moan in return, a low deep one that she feels. She does it again, trying to take more, burying her nose into his crotch. He tugs up on her hair, the rope between her legs pulling harder, her moan causing him to moan again. She wiggles her tongue around his cock, but Aaron controls himself, not tugging on her hair again. The pulsing of his cock in her mouth lets her know she is close, but before he cums, it is ripped from her mouth, his hands out of her hair.
Rhea falls to the floor, grimacing at the pain. He rolls her onto her stomach, and pulls the binding off her arms and legs. Grabbing an ankle and a wrist, he ties them together, one than the other. He hooks a finger under her panties, but the wet cloth is too strong to be ripped. Growling, he grabs a knife from his clothes, the cold steel on her thigh causing Rhea to yelp.
He stops. “Did I cut you?”
“No, now will you fuck me already?” She looks over her shoulder at him, wiggling her ass in the air, dripping wet as the panties fall away. He laughs, grabbing her hips, and rubbing his cock head against her slit.
Rhea pushes back, but a sharp slap makes her stop. She glares over her shoulder at him. Gathering up her panties, he shoves them back into her mouth, and wraps the tie around her head. She bites at his fingers, earning another slap across the ass for it. The small bit of rope is placed back in her hand, and she squeezes it. Wiggling her ass again, she tries to grind against him. His hand smacks her, once, twice, thrice.
“I know you’re smiling, none of that.” He slaps her again, harder this time. Rhea arched her back up, eyes wide as she tested the limits of the impromptu gag. His hands strike alterative cheeks, hard and fast. Rhea falls forward, both trying to move her ass from the strikes, but also wanting more.
Once her cheeks have a good burning going, he grabs her hips with both his hands, and pulls her onto him. Rhea spasms, orgasming as soon as he is inside her. Aaron stands on his knees, lifting her back off the floor, but her face braced against the ground. The earbuds fall out, and she can hear Aaron’s low moan as he thrust into her.
Wanting him to be louder, she tries to push back against him, but it’s just her head and chest against the ground. Each thrust into her has her nipples rubbing against the carpet, and she can feel the carpet burn forming, and not caring. She squeezes around him when he enters, pulling out the moan she wants, doing it again before he slams deep into her, her ass burning when he presses against it and cums hard into her. She cums with him, falling under him. He pulls out, soft.
Aaron pulls off the rope from her wrist, and she sits up, ripping the gag off and zoning in on his cock. She licks him clean, biting his balls gently when she is finished. He twitches, but she knows how much time he needs before going again.
“Cum slut,” Aaron laughs, grabbing the nearest dress and wiping her face off. He hugs her to his chest, rocking her back and forth as she sighs.
“Only for you.” She nuzzles into his chest, eyes closed. His fingers undo the knots behind her back. He frees her arms before working on the bindings on her chest. She bites down on his chest when her breasts are released from their silk prison, quieting her moan.
“Fuck, it always feels better coming off than going on,” she says, rubbing herself against his leg. His hands move to her front, massaging her breasts and increasing blood flow to them. She moans again, biting his nipple. He stops, looking down at her.
Grabbing his hands, she places them back on her breasts, squeezing his hands around her breasts before pushing him onto his back. Rhea rubs herself over his flaccid cock, the member thickening.
“Fuck that feels good, don’t you dare stop,” she says as the head of his cock pressed against her clit. “You good?”
He squeezes her breasts in response, grinning as she leans forward, moaning. He tilts himself up to kiss her, quieting her moan. She slips a hand between them, pushing his hard cock into her. Her rhythm is fast, working up and down and front to back. When he tries to move his hands, she grabs them and places them back over them. As she rides him closer to the edge, she leans back, arching her back, shoving her own fist into her hand as she cums over him.
Aaron tries to move his hands to her hip, but she grabs one of his hands, keeping it on her breast, riding him harder. She rides down hard on him, faster and faster, whimpering and moaning as she muffles her own orgasm with her hand.
He releases up into her, pulling her down to kiss her again as he sprays up into her. She lets out a hiccuping cry, and falls on top of him. Aaron strokes her hair as she lays across on him.
“You’re not allowed to leave for six months like that again,” Rhea said. She tries to sit up, but just flops onto the ground next to Aaron. He sits up, pulling her into his lap as he grabs his jacket. He pulls out two cigarettes.
“You want one?” Aaron asks.
“It’s illegal to smoke inside a business, but yes please.” He lights them both up, handing one off. They smoke in comfortable silence, his fingers in her hair, her eyes closed. He makes her drink some water, offering her a piece of chocolate that she turns down.
“So, Aaron, how long you in town,” Rhea says, sitting up and reclining against his hairy chest.
“About a week, Claire did send me over to make sure that a few people stayed in line.”
“Do, uh do you have a place to stay?” Rhea keeps her vision on the locked front door, feeling him looking down at her.
“I do…although nothing set in stone,” she can hear the amusement in his voice.
“Oh, good, I didn’t want you having to stay in your car or anything.” Rhea sips the water a little too quickly, spilling it over her. She wipes her mouth and chest with the dress Aaron used to clean her up.
“Do you want me to come over, kitten?” She can feel two hands in her hair, Aaron starting to braid it.
“No, I mean, you can if you want to, but it’s no big deal.” At his touch, she leans forward a bit, letting him pull her long hair out from under them. She wraps her arms around her knees. “Although I don’t have anything happening Thursday night, if you’re not busy.”
“I think I can make the time, it’s a date.” Rhea stiffens at his words, sitting up straighter.
“I wasn’t asking for a date, Aaron.” She moves her head enough to give him the side eye.
“Fine, I’ll break into your place, and have my way with you. Maybe you can enjoy it with me.” He rolls his eyes as he finishes the long braid down her back.
“You promise?” She grins at him.
Aaron rolls his eyes again. “Yes, I promise. Although you can’t freak out if I show up covered in blood.”
“Wait, who’s blood?”
Aaron just chuckled, grabbing his clothes and walking out.
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