Guess Who's Back for Dinner?

It's been five years. Five years since that bitch got me locked up. How the hell did I get so distracted? How the hell did I let her trick me? Well, I made her a promise and I'm a man of my word.

She moved, tried to change her look. Somehow she's actually sexier than when I last saw her making her statement in court. I guess, to her merit, she played down a lot of what happened. Her cowardly ex though was the most damning witness. Or victim, depends on how you look at it.

I'm Mike, I've been in jail for grand larceny, grand theft auto, and this more recent stint was for unlawful imprisonment and a felony torture conviction. Somehow, I got off pretty easy despite being a repeat offender.

Eh, okay so that dumb bitch was a help with that one too, saying I actually 'saved' her from a psycho ex. Still, she called the damn cops on me! She called them!

Well, I found her. She's a PI now, kinda cute right? Apparently couldn't cut it as a cop, not confident enough for paralegal or anything more than that, so she picked PI.

I've been watching her for a while and she hasn't seemed to notice, not a great PI.

Five damn years, she was the last attractive woman I was with, and now I'm going to get my revenge. Steaks are in the cooler, along with some red wine. She actually had a pretty good point about food and pleasure. Prison food is absolute shit, but I've been saving my palette for this night, waiting to savor every moment.

She should be coming back from playing cribbage later. Right? Who plays cribbage these days? Apparently it's a thing though. Whatever, it gets her out and gives me time to get everything ready.

It's surprisingly easy to slip into her new place. Not a shitty apartment, she was able to afford a decent two bedroom home in a respectable neighborhood. I'm kinda impressed, given how terrible she is as a PI, I guess she's either doing something right, or putting that talented mouth of hers to good use.

Alright, Steaks? Check. Wine? Check. Power lines and phone lines? Cut. Not that the latter matters with cell phones, but, Check. Binds? Check. Candles? Check. Hey, I can be a bit romantic when I want to be, gotta do this shit right. Last time she was pretty fucking for it, at least her body was. Not sure what that crazy bitch was thinking besides how to seduce her way outta that and get my ass thrown in jail.

Sounds like her piece of shit subie just rolled up. Time to take my place. I'm comfortably sitting in the main entertaining room, there's a small couch and a cheap office chair here. In she walks, she looks like an exhausted mess. Still kinda sexy.

"What the fuck? I paid the power bill this month... I think..." She exclaims as she flips the switch a few times.

She hasn't noticed me yet.

With a huff she throws her brief case to the side, removes her shoes, and takes off her coat, shirt, and bra in a seemingly fluidic movement. That was actually impressive. Don't think I've seen anyone throw their clothes off so casually. Why hadn't she done that last time at the apartments?

"Finally home, powers out, hot water please be working, I am so getting out of all these-" She paused with her hands on her pants like she was about to completely strip, until she finally saw me.

You know those loading screens you get when the computer or the phone is acting slower than shit? It was like her brain was loading the correct response to the situation.

I couldn't help but chuckle as I stood and sauntered over to her, lifting her face to see me better in the faint light through the frosted doorway windows.

"Been a while cutie."

I pulled her closer and kissed her more aggressively than I had intended to. C'mon, it's been five years, she was lucky I wasn't throwing her against a wall instantly.

"M-Mike? How the-" She began as soon as I pulled away, but I held a finger against her lips.

"I made you a promise. Don't you remember?"

The look she had when it dawned on her. Oh my god, I will savor that about as much as I will savor everything to happen.

She began to tremble in my arms, such a wonderful feeling with those perfectly sized breasts pressed up against my chest. I wanted to say 'fuck it' and just take her there. No, I've been planning this for five gawddamned years!

"Those off." I commanded, pointing at her pants.

She hesitated, I could see her calculating something.

"Off." I said again, making it clear by my tone that she had better listen.

She had a bit of a glare but complied.

"Good girl, you can keep your socks on." I led her to the kitchen and dining combination room. There I had put a satin cloth on the table for her to lay on. I wasn't a total animal, I wanted her to be somewhat comfortable up there while I tore into a steak served on her ass.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Language." I chided her, though I am a foul mouthed fucker myself, but she's a lady, she shouldn't swear like that.

This woman, a lady she may... porbably not be, is rather expressive. I have not seen so many different looks given to me by anyone else in so little time.

"I'm a man of my word, now get that cute little ass face up on the table. Do you want your stake plated?" I didn't want her to feel like I was going to treat her like a savage, or animal by not giving her the option of eating off a plate.

Like I said, I can be a decent guy when I want to be. She's worth it, as long as her skills with that mouth haven't dulled anyway.

"Why?"

Did she really just ask why? She must have some sort of psychosis. Or she's fucking brilliant. Not much in between available.

So, what else could I do? I slapped her across the face. Not too hard, she was still standing, but she did look absolutely shocked. I like how expressive she is.

"Table, ass face up. Now." She didn't need me to repeat myself that time.

"Plate."

"Huh?" I was busy getting the steaks out while she was getting into a comfortable position.

"I'd like my steak on a plate please."

"Sure, do you need cutlery too?"

"Of course I need cutlery, do you expect me to eat off a plate like a dog? I wouldn't ask for a plate if that was my intention."

Wow, she was snappy. So what else could I do? I smacked her ass, this was actually hard. She yelped, what cute sound, I slapped her ass again just to hear that adorable yelp again.

"What the fuck?!" she growled.

"Ah, behave yourself little lady." I warned. That quelled the little attitude she was trying to start.

Seeing her like that, laying on the table, ass up, legs crossed at the ankle. Fuck, five years... five years... I was going to make sure to milk this night for every single fucking night I spent locked up.

She was quiet while we ate. Raw steak is actually pretty easy to cut, so it was surprisingly easy to not slice her up with the sharp knife.

Oh, right, I did give her a knife too, I'm not too worried about her trying to use it against me, I've got the upper hand here having her ass up on the table.

"So what are your plans with me?" She asked as she took the last bite of her steak.

I couldn't help but smile, taking the cutlery from her and putting mine with hers into the sink. "Oh you'll see cutie. Don't get up just yet."

I pulled a bag from under the table and took out the binds. I brought a few different items to tie her up. Nylon rope, hand cuffs, zip ties, tape. Really, I didn't know which one I wanted to use.

Was that curiosity in her eyes as she watched? Oh, I could tell she was going to enjoy herself with this too.

"You know, not a day has gone by since lock up that I haven't thought of you." I admitted while running a hand over each item.

"I have been craving that talented tongue of yours, to feel your soft warm body against mine..." I watched her closely for any tell of what she might want me to use. Her eyes moved ever so slightly each time my hands passed over the rope.

"To thrust my hard cock in and out of that tight little pussy of yours..." Rope it was.

I took hold of the rope and pulled it taught between my hands, staring at her as her breath began to quicken.

She looked up at me, fear and pleading in her eyes. This, oh god I've been waiting for this.

"Five..." I pulled her wrists into my grasp with one hand and began to wrap the rope around them with the other, "... Fucking..." I used the rope to pull her off the table, and onto my waiting lap. "... Years"

I stood quickly, pulling her up by the wrists and catching her with my other arm. She went limp for a moment and straightened up.

"So what, are you just gonna take me in the dining room?" She was not quiet treating this with the same craving as I had. That was kinda disappointing, but I guess she had a rough day.

Again though, what could I do? I slapped her again. This time I saw the slightest grin play on her face before she quickly replaced it with an incredulous look. One of those mock 'How-dare-you' looks. You know what I mean.

Finally, she was getting into it like last time. Part of her did miss me.

"Bedroom. Now." I pushed her ahead of me towards where I assumed the bedroom would be. I didn't actually look into the other doors when I first got here, I was more concerned with making sure the dining room was set right, and waiting for the moment she walked into the door.

She led the way, hands tied in front of her, hair significantly longer than last time swaying in time with her hips each step she took. She really was intoxicating in her own way.

"Thats my girl." I caught myself saying out loud. She paused and looked back at me, once again, was that a smile on those rosy lips of hers? She was actually stopped in front of a closed door. I suppose I didn't notice because I was watching that lovely heart shaped ass bounce slightly as she walked.

"Are you going to open it? Or do you want me to awkwardly contort my wrists?"

"Contort away." She seemed to both want this, and want to kill the mood with that tone of voice. Why the hell are women so difficult?

She opened the door. Like the last time, her room was somewhat cluttered, and she still had the posters! I guess she actually did like F-D and F-1, not just trying to cover up questionable wall stains.

I started with removing my own clothing, this time tossing my pants far away from the bed. No chance I was gonna let her call the cops on me again.

"What, you're scared I'm gonna get your ass locked away again? Maybe don't break into houses and hold people against their will?"

I sat at the edge of the bed, "Shut up and get on your knees." She did as she was told, knowing full well how this was going to go. Or at least how she expected it to go.

I leaned in closer to her and whispered in her ear, "I've been waiting for you for five years, don't disappoint me. Otherwise I just may have to kill you this time."

"I could be so lucky." She replied, but I could see, she was actually excited too.

There it was, that first lick. I shuttered, it had been so long. I have been waiting for that tongue for so long. Finally, it was all I could do to keep from slamming her head down on me, and feeling my cock slide down her throat. I wanted to savor this though, I'd let her work her magic.

"Ohh that feels good..." I managed to let slip as she slid her tongue the length of my throbbing cock, then started that ball sucking thing she had done last time. I had never had another girl do that, I heard about it and got curious. It was kinda weird, but in a hot way.

She started playing with the tip, flicking it playfully with her tongue. Slowly, teasingly so, she started to take me into her mouth inch by inch.

Five years is a long time for a guy who usually didn't go longer than a week. I think, even if it had been longer, she is definitely worth it, just for the tongue work alone.

She had me deep throat, past the gag-reflex. It was like her throat was squeezing me, tongue circling as best it could. It was so great, but I needed more, I wanted so much more.

I pulled her up onto the bed and positioned myself on top of her.

"What do you say we mix things up a little bit? You kinda passed out last time so I just went with missionary, but I'd like to feel that ass of yours too this time around. Try not to pass out on me?"

"Try not to kill me by choking me, you only need one hand for my noodle neck, not your two beefy mitts!"

She really is a sassy little thing. Of course, I had to, I slapped her again, a little less hard this time. Then, I started nibbling, or biting, on that 'noodle' neck of hers. The sounds she made only made me want her more.

Her knees were up on either side of me, bound hands playing with my hard cock as best she could. I needed to do something about that. She was trying to position it into her pussy already, not that I didn't want that, I wanted to take my time though.

Lifting myself up, I managed to pull her arms up and around my neck, her arms resting on my shoulders, "There we go. I waited for this for five years bitch, you can wait for my cock a little longer." I gave her a playful wink and went back to her neck.

"Dick." I heard her mutter and bit down a bit harder, causing her to yelp again.

Now, it was my turn to tease her a bit, pressing ever so slightly against her hips, letting the tip of my cock caress her clit, each time it made a tap I could feel her shutter as if she felt a pulse of electricity.

The way she was squirming, back arching, and trying to keep up with my own movements, this was bliss. Better than any other encounter I've had so far, and I've been with professionals in the trade. Actually, the thought of bringing this lady of mine to a dungeon was quite enticing. Added to the bucket list.

Alright, so after teasing her for a time, I was throbbing and ready to feel that hot wet pussy take in my full length and squeeze my girth. I was a bit too excited and thrust in quick and hard. It caused her not only to squeal, but to hit her head against the wall. She didn't have a headboard on the bed.

It left a slight crack in the wall, but I was not concerned with that. Five gawdamned years! I was finally getting that sweet fruit I had craved since I met this bitch, and I was not going to go easy on her now.

Instinctively, I wrapped my hands around her neck, but removed one, she was right, she did have a tiny neck. I didn't squeeze as hard this time, I wanted her awake for everything. Of course riding her in this position, one hand on her throat, the other hanging loose by my side, it was like actual horse riding.

She did her best to squeeze her knees against my sides, and that look she had as I was holding her neck, it was like she too had been needing me so desperately. She was definitely smiling now. Just as twisted a grin as I knew I had plastered on my mug.

Through gasps I could hear her moaning, it was a symphonic sound coming from her.

Just before I felt myself orgasm I pulled out and turned her over on her stomach.

I leaned over her, wrapped an arm around her waist and whispered in her ear, "You ready for this cutie?" My other hand had found her breasts, playing with her right nipple between finger and thumb.

She let out a low moan and breathily replied, "Oh god yes."

"Say please." I liked a little begging.

"Please."

"Please what? Be specific. I want to know exactly what you want."

"Dick." That didn't sound to me like it was pleading, more like patronizing. I squeezed her nipple a little harder.

"I want your dick up my ass." She quickly corrected herself.

"That's better. Now how do you ask properly?" I said and began to nibble at her back shoulder some, lifting slightly and pressing my hips against her backside.

"Please slide your throbbing hard cock into my ass!"

I've wanted to hear some variation of that phrase for, yeah, five fucking years!

I went slower into her ass than I did into her pussy. Holy shit, she had a tight pussy, but her ass? Damn that was tight! Her bound hands gripped the edge of the bed by the wall, white knuckled, as she took me in at full length like a pro. I was kinda hoping this was her first time up the ass, but it certainly didn't seem like it.

I could feel her insides attempting to crush me. It was amazing. Hot, moist, slick. Soon enough I was ramming her like my life depended on it. She positioned herself perfectly, head down, hips tilted up, knees bent at the right degree.

This was incredible, and I felt a lot better knowing she was still conscious for this. Soon enough, I was filling her ass with my hot cum. It felt like her ass was actually milking me.

Slowly I pulled myself out and laid down next to her, pulling her around to be on top of me.

"Fuck, you're amazing." I said, almost out of breath.

She was somewhat out of breath too, our breathing in tandem as she got comfortable on top of me. I liked the feel of her weight.

"Yeah, don't get yourself locked up again." She mumbled, clearly falling asleep.

I couldn't help but laugh at that, she's the bitch who got me locked up in the first place.

"I'm never letting you alone again. You're mine. That's a promise."