The Last Supper with Brandon James

I am in love with Brandon James. He is the embodiment of the Greek God Helios, the Sun God, standing at six foot even, one hundred and ninety pounds of muscular toned physique with golden curls and eyes the color of the ocean. He has been the main attraction of my spank bank since my junior year of high school and four years later; he still fuels my wet dreams but in a much different way. He is the reason why his girlfriend since high school, Ashley McQueen, was currently in my Cabin passed out on the smooth hardwood floors, wearing nothing but her undergarments and a blackout blindfold. And in a few more hours Brandon would be joining her.

Crackles echoed throughout the somewhat silent living room as I fed the fireplace more wood. It was the middle of winter and freezing to death might have been the more humane way to die other than what I had planned for them.

I never knew my mother, but from my father’s point of view, she was a beautiful woman with a giving soul. She was always happy even up to the point when she came here to this secluded Cabin and took her life. She took the time to neatly cover the furniture in a plastic covering before wrapping a thick rope around her neck and falling from the second-floor banister. Luckily for me, my father refuses to come here, so everything was left the way it was; making it less work for me.

Squatting next to Ashley, I rolled her onto her stomach, exposing more of her sky blue lacey panties that covered her round pale ass then pinched the skin of her perky cheeks. I worked just the tip of my middle finger between the thin fabric of her panties, slipping my dry finger between her folds and into her hot cunt.

My mouth watered as my exploring finger probed against some resistance. So the rumors were true. This bitch was holding onto her virginity just for me. I smiled at the thought, but I would save that for someone else. The very thought caused my sex to clench and throbbed for some attention, but that will have to wait. I removed my finger from her somewhat moist cunt and rolled her back onto her back before starting to drag her heavy ass along the floor towards the couch. I cannot believe she dared to call me Tubby Tory during high school and here she was causing me to break a sweat.

Breathing deeply, I lifted her and bent her over one of her armrests.

Ashley was starting to groan, slowly waking from her chloroform-induced slumber. Working fast, I pulled out my new black latex jumpsuit with matching cat ears and a pair of leather thigh high boots, some rope, a replica of a 9mm, and a leg spreader bar with ankle cuffs from my luggage bag, laying everything neatly on the kitchen counter but the rope and the spreader bar before going back and attending to my entertainment for the night. It has been one year, two months and thirteen days since my last playmate and my body was purring for a new victim.

After removing her bra, I bound her wrist together behind her back.