’Do you like it kinky?’

She looked at me with those big brown eyes that had mesmerized me the moment I had met her in the hotel bar earlier tonight. We had danced to the tropical rhythms from the Puerto Rican band all night. Now I was lying naked on the bed in my hotel room and she was sitting by my side, her long slender legs doubled beneath her and her blouse opening to a black brassiere and her slim brown hand stroking my erect penis.

‘Sure. What do you have in mind?’

She was a cute little thing from Cuba, face like an angel, long shiny black hair, a round red mouth like a flower, and a thin brown body that could melt an iceberg. Not the kind you ever wanted to say ‘no’ to.

‘How about… I tied you up?’

She reached into her purse and pulled out four handcuffs, which she dangled noisily above my face. Her eyes lit up with an intense glow.

‘Hmm, I don’t know. What will you do when I’m all tied up?’

She brought a finger to her lower lip and looked up to the ceiling. It was studied, but cute in the way she did it.

‘Let me see… I might do all sorts of things to you.’

‘Things like what?’

‘Hmm… I might make you lick my pussy.’

‘Naah. I don’t go down on women. It’s disgusting.’

‘Oh. Maybe I could suck your dick, then.’

Better. I inclined my head and raised my eyebrows in suspended approval.

‘And then maybe I could lick your balls. Would you like me to lick your balls?

It seemed she had caught my drift. What I liked about her was her resourcefulness. Most bar pick-ups were dull fucks, hardly an improvement over whacking off into the toilet bowl. This one was different though. She had initiative.

‘Sure. And maybe you could lick my ass too while you’re down there.’

My dick was jumping in her hand. She turned around to look at it.

‘You like that? To have your asshole licked?’

‘Oh yes, absolutely. Gets me off every time.’

‘OK. I guess I can do that too.’

She leaned forward and pushed my right arm back. My face was inside her open blouse while she tied my wrist to the bedpost behind me with one of the handcuffs. She smelled of jasmine and sweet vanilla.

‘I will go down between your legs and stick my tongue into your ass crack.’

‘Oh yesss…’

She straddled my body to tie my left wrist to the other bedpost. I got a peek of a white tanga beneath her skirt. I held my breath. I had no plans of finding out what she smelled like down there.

‘I will circle your asshole with my tongue and then I will make it hard and place it right in the middle.’

‘Mmmm baby…’

She moved to the foot end of the bed, where she tied my ankles in the same way.

‘And then I will fuck your asshole with my tongue.’

‘Yes yes yes!!!’

She jumped off the bed and went over to the chair where I had draped my jacket.

‘Hey, where are you going? Come here, I’m ready.’

I lifted my ass off the bed and pushed it out in her direction as best as I could, to show her where I wanted her to get started.

‘In your dreams, sucker.’

She pulled my wallet from the inside pocket of my jacket and emptied it on the seat of the chair. She counted the money before she folded it and slipped it into her bra.

‘What are you doing?’

I was hoping it was some sort of game. I rattled the handcuffs on my wrists and ankles to see if she had tied them for real. She had.

‘I need the PIN numbers for these.’

She came up to the bed with my credit card sin her hand.

‘Listen, lady, if this is a game, it just stopped being funny. Tie me loose.’

‘Not until you give me the access numbers for these cards.’

‘Are you out of your mind? I can’t do that.’

She stepped onto the bed and straddled my head.

‘Listen, creep, I am not in a playful mood, and I’m fresh out of patience.’

When I didn’t answer, she placed the heel of her right foot on my nose and pushed down hard. I yelled in pain and turned my head to the side.

‘Hey! That hurt!’

‘It’ll hurt a lot more if you don’t give me what I asked for.’

Her foot was on my cheek now, pushing my head into the pillow. The pressure on my skull became unbearable as she gradually transferred her full weight onto her right leg. I pulled on the cuffs in a desperate attempt to break free, but it was no use.

‘Well?’

She was standing on my head with both her feet now, and I felt like my head was about to burst like a ripe melon. Panic froze my mental processes.

‘So you think you’re a tough guy, huh? Well, let’s see how tough you really are.’

She stepped onto my chest, one foot first, then the other. My breathing became tortuous, I was barely able to suck air into my lungs. I tried to contort my body in an attempt to get her off me, but she kicked me in the kidneys and I lay still. She looked down at me with a smile on her face while tears of pain rolled down my face.

What had possessed me to agree to being handcuffed? Handcuffing was for sissies who liked being dominated by women. Not my cup of tea at all. I was always in control. I always got women to do what I wanted, without caring too much if they got theirs. Not until they had supplied me with at least an hour’s worth of sucking and licking and rimming, and that had to be of top quality or they’d not get more than a hard ass fuck out of me.

‘You know I am not stopping before you give me what I need, don’t you?’

She stepped onto my belly, driving all air from my lungs.