Ready

A car screeched to a halt in front of an all black painted mansion. Even though the surrounding was as quiet as a grave yard, it was as though it had just become even more silent and quiet than the words itself. More like, the god of silence just arrived.

The car door slowly opened.

"Good evening sir." George greeted.

A black shoe marched on the ground, followed by the full body of the god of silence himself. His face and aura screamed it all. He adjusted his black suit and without a word, he marched, heading to the door.

George closed the car door and walked behind him, leaving three steps away.

"Everything is set sir. She's all cleaned up and ready. She's at the guest room as we speak."

"And dress."

"Lacy, short and red. Just the way you love it sir."

They match up the stairs without further discussions. Reaching his room door, he held firmly to the door handle.

"Go keep her in the voltage."

"Yes sir."

George bowed and turned to leave. Soon after, the door cracked open and he entered his room.

•••

George knocks the door softly.

"Come in." A sweet feminine voice spoke from the inside.

He opened the door and made his way inside.

"George." She called his name so sexily, as though trying to seduce him.

He just stood there and scrutinized her one more time, at least, before sending her to the voltage.

Her red dress was so short, revealing the under of butt. Nothing was worn underneath the dress. Her hair was nicely packed. The dress revealed her full breasts, only covering her nipples. And most importantly, it was really lacy. Her skin was transparent in the dress, revealing her nice and cleanly shaved porthole of life.

"As my package arrived." She spoke sexily, biting her lips as she beamed in excitement.

"We'll be sending you to another room." He spoke.

Her brows twisted, looking confused. "Another room? Why not this."

Without answering her, he clapped his hands twice and two maids, holding a golden tray each, stepped in. They stood besides George, with their heads facing the ground. The trays were covered in an all black cloth. George cleared his throat to speak.

"Miss Ann, do you still wish to further this whole….well fun, as you called it. If no, this is the best time and the only time to not proceed with this mission. And if yes, please let me know as well." He spoke in a very straight tone without tearing a gaze from her.

She scoffed. "I have waited for this moment all my life. What makes you think I'll back out all of a sudden. Tell me."

"Okay. I'll take that as a YES then." He stressed. "So, as we may proceed, as stated in the rule, you shall be blindfolded and handcuffed as we take you to the VOLTAGE." He stressed the last word in a deep voice and in a scary tone, causing a spark of fear in her body.

Fear slapped her eyes. She has heard many rumors about that man. At first, she wanted to believe it wasn't true, but with how he stressed the last word in an even scary tone, doubts cloaked her. She shaked her head slightly, to shake off her fear. Why would she feel scared? This is the day she has been waiting for. A day that has given her sleepless night. A day she had starved for. A day she has been horny for.

Ann is known to be a sex freak. There have been countless of reports and charges against her for rape. Few years ago, she raped her ex husband's best friend to death. Sometime she fucks them or make them fuck her till, maybe, eventually they pass out in the process. Been married five times at the age of twenty-seven. All five husbands has in one way or the other been hospitalized after going rounds and rounds with her. Yes they were very much aware of her high libido before getting married to her. She was one to go six and more rounds a day. Because they thought that this is well, every man's dream woman, one who will always be submissive and ready for them at all times, they thought they could handle it. Well, maybe, because they were also a sex freak like her and would prefer women like her as a lifetime partner. So yeah, she was obviously their type. She couldn't do a day without sex. If her husband was not in the country, she would have to satisfy herself with someone else. And that was how, would she say rape or rather just having fun with her husband's best friend to death.

She divorced three of her husbands because to her, they weren't that good anymore in bed, so she said. And the other two divorced her because they couldn't catch up to her override sex drive and her countless cheating times. She has been sued for and jailed. But because she has her own money and a very prominent woman in the society because of her good deeds, charges has been raised against her and she has never spent twenty-four hours in a prison and that includes even the death of her ex husband's best friend.

News had it that the both of them were just making out, and before that day, he had thought how delicious she might be. His best friend kept laying down complains to him of her high libido and how he had caught her cheating countless of times. But he saw nothing bad in it. She was literally another man's prayer. So at the absence of his best friend that day, he wanted to taste her.

That day, he came visiting, and just after a few chats and few drinks, she was swimming in the mood. She tried holding back because it was her husband's best friend. She thought it would be disrespectful. After few holds of constrain, she caught his lips in the blink of an eye as he was talking. He also tried to withdraw his actions. It felt like backstabbing to his good friend. He was about to push her away. But then, she straddled him and rode him in pleasure. That movement weakened him. His bulge rose in his pants. She tore his shorts and he did the same with her dress. He felt her wetness underneath.

After a well successful four rounds in the bedroom, he was exhausted, but she still wanted more. She rode him again but it wasn't popping. She forced him to take some pills which she brought from the drawer. And after sometime, he was active. He was told to just stay relaxed while she did the work. Riding him for the fifth time, at the start it was gentle because of his weak state. Suddenly, she reached climax and didn't know when she started banging him hard. He eventually poured. He lazily told her to get off him and tried pushing her as well. But she caught his hands above his head, and promised him it was just one more. The first four rounds were hours and now, he start to feel himself going into a daze of weakness, tiredness and short of breath. She slowly moved in circles on his bulge at first, with his hands tied with hers above his head. As though something sparked her up, she was on another level of fire. Her butt continuously slapped his laps. It was harder and faster than the previous. He panted in tiredness and whispered in tired breath, begging her to stop. But after a few minutes of her playing deaf to his pleas, she couldn't feel his movement anymore. And the rest, as we know it, was history.

•••

Why would she be scared? After securing this deal with him two weeks ago, she has been on self control just to make sure she was a bit tight for him. But ten days ago, she had a thing with another dude promising herself it would just be that one time. She wanted the man she has heard a lot about. And coming to think of it, even if all rumors were terrifying to the ears of people, she didn't mind. He was just the kind of person she wanted to have. It is he would should be scared of her and not the other way round.

"As you wish." She spoke in an even more sexy voice, biting her lips in excitement.

He uncovered the tray and took the red blindfold and the handcuff from it. He walked behind her and tied her eyes tightly with the blindfold and chained I her hands with the handcuffs.