Tie Me Up & Make Me Blow You - Chapter 6

Chapter 6
 
"Touché," he said looking at her again as if he was considering her proposition. "Nah, you just want me to cum so you can get my DNA and give the evidence to the police. Then, I'll be convicted for rape instead of burglary. Is that it?"

"No, no, really, I just want my pearls. You can take everything else including me. The pearls have special meaning to me. Please."

"Why?"

"It's personal."

He gave her a long look looking from her shapely ankles to her beautiful face.

"If I return your pearls and keep everything else that I've stolen, I can touch you anywhere and everywhere?"

He looked from her pretty face to her breasts to her panties and to her shapely legs and back to her face again.

"Yes and more than that, wouldn't you want to touch a woman who wants to be touched, a woman who is a willing sexual partner and a woman who wants to touch you, too?"

"So, let me get this straight, I can undress you?"

"Yes, you may undress me."

"I can strip you naked if I so desire?"

"Yes, of course you can strip me naked, silly. You can remove any and all my clothes slow and easy, one piece at a time, while you touch, kiss, and caress me or you can remove all my clothes rough and fast while you slap me, pull my hair, and force me to do whatever it is you want me to do. It all depends on what you prefer to do with me. It all depends on you. This is your fantasy not mine. This is my gift to you for the return of my pearls."

"So, what you're saying to me is that I have your permission to fuck and suck you, so long as I don't take your pearls."

"Yes, you can do whatever, so long as you don't hurt me and so long as you leave my pearls behind. If fucking and sucking is what you want, you may do that. Only, I'd prefer if you'd get me off first. I'd prefer you'd go down on me before I went down on you. I'd like to have a little fun, too," she said with a sexy laugh. "I like for you to eat my pussy first. As well as I love giving oral, I like having oral done on me, too."

"I'm not forcing you to do anything that you don't want me to do. Right?"

"No, you are not forcing me to do anything that I don't want to willingly do."

"And you'll blow me after I eat you and give you an orgasm?"

"Yes, haven't I said that already? I will suck your cock." In the way that she said, "I will suck your cock," would make anyone who heard those words not only believe that she really would suck their cock but also to want to be the recipient of one of her blowjobs. "I will give you a blowjob like you have never experienced before, so long as you leave me my pearls when you go. I will make you a sexually satisfied and very happy man."

"I can cum in your mouth? And you'll swallow?"

"Yes, I don't spit. I'm a lady. Besides, I haven't had my protein today," she said slowly licking her lips around with her tongue. "Matter of fact, not only can you cum in my mouth but also you can give me a cum bath, too, if you so desire. I love it when a man explodes his cum all over my face after shooting some of it in my mouth. It tells me that I've done my job and have excited him beyond his control."

"You won't play any games and drip some of my cum on your clothes for the police to analyze later."

"My clothes? What clothes? You're no Bill Clinton and I'm no Monica Lewinski. You can strip me naked, tear the clothes from my body, and cut off my bra and panty off, if you'd like. Besides, I told you that it's your choice. I'll swallow all your cum or I'll swallow some and you can give me a cum bath with the rest. It's your decision. It's up to you how you use and abuse me. This is your opportunity to explore your wildest fantasy through me. I'm a willing and ready participant. "

"I'd rather cum in your mouth have you swallow it all than give you a cum bath. I wouldn't want to leave any evidence of me on the sheets to be analyzed later in the police lab. Yeah, I'd like that.. I'd prefer cumming in your mouth and you swallowing it all."

"Me, too," she said under her breath and too low for him to hear.

"What about your husband? Where is he? You said he'd be here any minute."

"I lied. My, my, if you analyze and question your burglaries as much as you do free sex, I'm surprised you rob anyone."

"You lied? Then, you could be lying now. How do I know you're not lying now? How do I know you're not setting me up and instead of being caught and charged with just burglary, I'll be charged with rape, too?"

"You don't know. How do I know you'll leave me my pearls after you've had your way with me, after you've fucked and sucked me, and after you've cum in my mouth? We just have to trust one another," she said smiling and batting her eyelashes at him.

"I don't trust anyone, Kathy. You must realize that I don't trust you; especially at this point in time with you're tied to your bed and willing to do anything to get your pearls back. I find it difficult to believe that someone who looks like you is so ready for me to have my way with her. I think you'd tell me anything to save your precious pearls. And I do analyze all my jobs to great detail before taking the risk."

"Well, you screwed up on this one, didn't you?"

"I watched you leave. How was I to know you'd return home?"

There was another uncomfortable silence before Kathy broke it.

"My husband is on his way to the airport for another one of his business trips," she said suddenly looking sad and appearing lonely. "He's always traveling somewhere on the spur of the moment. I don't remember where this time. He doesn't always tell me since..." Her voice drifted off and she looked away. She looked as if she was about to cry.

"Since what?"

"Since he cheated on me and had a long-term affair with his slut of a secretary," she said with an angry tone to her voice that he had not heard from her before, "And since we signed a legal agreement not to exchange fluids with anyone else."

"Legal agreement? What kind of legal agreement?"

"He forced me to sign that if I cheat on him, he'll divorce me and I get nothing, not even the custody of my son.. If he cheats on me, well, I'll be set for the rest of my life and I'll be free without him. I'll get this house and get to keep my car, my jewels, and half of our stock portfolio."

"I think you'd get much of that anyway being his wife. He just can't kick you out on the street. You'd have to attempt to murder him for him not to give you anything. Even, then, he'd be forced under Massachusetts law to give you something."

"I agree and yes the agreement can be contested in court, but without a settlement, I'm not able to fight the legality of the document in court. I won't have the money for legal representation. He can, of course. He has the money, the power, and the influence to drag this through the courts for years with legal appeals. He'll have the services of an entire law firm to fight me for all that I deserve after 24 years of faithful marriage."

"I'm sorry that your husband is such a bastard, but there are divorce attorneys who will gladly take your case and defer payment until after they receive a settlement on your behalf." There was an uncomfortable moment where no one spoke. Then, he did. "Fluids? By fluids, you mean cum?"

"Yes."

"Then, what about this? What about me going down on you? What about me cumming in your mouth? What about you swallowing my cum? And what about me giving you a cum bath? Isn't that exchanging fluids?"

"Yes, it is, of course, and all that I suggested we do is exchanging fluids, but this is different. You're forcing me, supposedly against my will, to do all that," she said feebly struggling against her ties. "You've already tied me up to my bed. Remember? So long as you leave me like this when you go, there's no problem."

"For some reason, I believe you. Just as for some reason I feel sorry for you. I'd hate to be in such an empty marriage as your marriage apparently is."

"Please don't pity me. This was my choice. I married him for the money. I knew what I was getting into when I said I do. Only, I didn't know he'd cheat on me. I didn't know he'd cheat with a younger woman, someone half my age and someone who I was unable to complete with because of her age. She could have been his daughter for God's sakes. He's such a pig. Besides, I had my fun before I was marriage to him. I've experienced plenty of men before deciding to give and devote myself to only one man, my husband."

There was another uncomfortable moment of silence where they both looked at one another. Then, she broke the silence this time.

"Do you like games," she said giving him her most seductive look that would make any man's knees weak.

"It depends on the game," he said turning to her and turning away from the doorway. "What do you have in mind?"

"Well," she said, "I like playing games where I pretend I'm someone else."

She looked at him and smiled. She was so very beautiful and even so much more beautiful when she smiled. No man could resist her charms when she directed her smile at them and especially now where she was so exposed with her legs spread wide open while her limps were tied to the bed posts with her silk scarves.

"That sounds like fun, I guess. Only, I like myself. I don't need to pretend to be anyone else," he said making eye contact with her. "Is the reason why you pretend to be another because you don't like yourself?"

"Oh, I like myself plenty. Trust me, I'm my biggest fan. Only, over the past twenty-four years, I don't like who I have become because of the way my husband treats me or more precisely, ignores me."

"I see. Then, other than the character you play in these sexual games, which would you like to be," he said falling for her hook, line, and sinker.

"The question more appropriately is who would you like me to be? I can become anyone you desire."

She waited for him to respond and when he didn't she continued.

"I could be your school teacher who you have fantasized about since your freshman year in college some twenty-five years ago. You could call me by her name and I could dress in a navy blue skirt and a white cotton blouse that buttons to my neck. I could even wear my garter belt and accidentally on purpose flash you my bright white, cotton panty while squatting down in front of you to tell you what a bad boy you have been. Then, I'd tell you that because of your bad and unruly behavior in class that I must pull down your pants and underwear, take you over my knee, and spank your naked ass with my ruler."

"Where do you come up with these things," he said with a chuckle. 

"Wouldn't you like to feel your exposed erection on the soft material of my navy blue skirt? Every time, I spanked you, your cock rubs against my skirt and against my leg until you explode your semen all over my skirt. Wouldn't you like your first year college teacher to see you naked below the waist and to spank your ass? Wouldn't you like your freshman college teacher to touch you inappropriately while pulling down your pants and while wiping the cum from your cock with a tissue? Then, later, wouldn't you like to be really bad and feel her breasts while you unbutton her white, cotton blouse? Wouldn't you like to force your college professor to have sex with you?"

"Sorry, I was home schooled."

"I can be that airline stewardess who smiled at you and who made eye contact with, but you didn't have the nerve to ask her for her telephone number, when the pilot suddenly emerged from the cockpit. I could ask you if you wanted me to fluff your pillow and while I leaned over you with my big, firm breasts so close to your body that they rubbed against your shoulder...turbulen ce. I fall in your lap and your hands are all over me touching my breasts and feeling my ass while the aircraft is tossed back and forth in the sky. Somehow, one of your roaming hands even makes its way up my skirt and in between my legs. You feel my pussy through my panties, accidentally on purpose, of course."

"You paint an erotic image." 

"Then, while I try and compose myself and while you try to help me up, there's more terrible turbulence and again your hands are everywhere taking inappropriate liberties with my body by feeling my breasts, my ass, and my pussy through my clothes. When I try and get up, I'm tossed hither and yon and my skirt gets caught on the mechanism of the tray table. Then, when the plane dives down and up again, the tray table lifts my skirt all the way to my waist. I struggle to get my skirt down, but it's stuck and I am stuck, too."

"Oh my, you are in quite the pickle."

"My panties are totally exposed to you. You help to release me, but must touch me to do that. You lift me up by my panty clad ass while your fingers find the soft, wet spot between my legs. Finally, I'm free to fluff down my skirt. I could even act embarrassed if that's what you'd like. I could even accidentally on purpose touch you and feel your cock with my hand, because of the terrible turbulence."

"You forget though that I don't mix business with pleasure. I would never be inappropriate with a stewardess, turbulence or not."

"I can be that sexy waitress who gave you an extra big slice of apple pie and who kept flirting with you every time she filled your coffee cup to the brim. I could pretend that I spilled a bit of coffee in your lap."

"I don't know about having hot coffee spilled in my lap."

"I could flash you my panties when I squatted down to wipe the coffee from the floor. Then, I could fall to my knees with my napkin while wiping the stain from the growing bulge in your pants, while you leer down my loose top at my bra and cleavage."

"I wondered why so many waitresses do that to me whenever I'm dining alone. Now, I know. Maybe, next time I'll take advantage of the situation," he said with a chuckle.

"While wiping the coffee from the big bulge that suddenly appears in your pants, my mouth is so very close to your cock. My mouth is so close that you imagine you can feel my warm breath on your cock through the thin material of your pants. I have a low cut peasant blouse that I can wear without a bra even, if that's what you want and if that's what will excite you from when you can see most of my tits, even my areolas down my blouse. While wiping you, my breasts that nearly spill out from the top move from side to side and up and down in sort of a tit rumba while you watch. Would you like that to be your special fantasy?"

"Sorry, but I don't eat pie, too many calories. I've been watching my weight," he said patting his flat stomach. "And I don't drink coffee, it keeps me awake."

"I have wigs of all colors in my dresser drawer and I can be that pretty blonde who you saw at the perfume counter at Christmas time while buying perfume for your wife or girlfriend or significant other. I can spray a bit of fragrance on my neck and down my cleavage and then lean over you for you to smell me while you leer down my unbuttoned top and down my low cut bra." She gave him a sexy smile. "I saw you staring at my tits. Is that what you like? Are you a breast man? Do you like tits? Do you like my tits?"

"I like tits and certainly, I like your tits from what I've seen of them with your clothes covering them."

"So, tell me, do you like looking down women's blouses or are you an up skirt man. I've seen you taking plenty of sneak peeks up my skirt and in between my legs at my sheer panty. I bet you'd like to see me naked. I bet you can't wait to see my trim pussy, to touch it, to rub my clit, to finger fuck me, and to suck and lick my wet pussy while reaching up to feel my big tits and fingering my nipples. I bet you'd like me to be your fantasy woman."

"I don't have a wife or a girlfriend or a significant other. Sorry, again, but I'm allergic to perfume." He gave her a knowing look and she returned his look. "No, I'm not gay if that's what you are suggesting with your look," he said with a laugh.

"I can be that cute foreign hotel maid who appeared that she would have made more than your bed when you traveled away on business and were horny and lonely. You can strip and dash in the shower while I pretend I'm making your bed or you can pretend you are sleeping naked on the bed with the covers kicked off your body. Then, when you come out of the bathroom naked, we can either act surprised or when you awaken from sleeping naked on top of the covers with a huge erection and you see me there in the room staring at your naked body we both can act embarrassed, " she said with a sexy smile.

"I've experienced plenty of those embarrassing situations already."

"I stare down at your erection and you offer me money, fifty dollars to give you a hand job. You are desperate for a sexual release. You are so horny and so hot for me. You reach out and feel my breast through my hotel uniform while unbuttoning my uniform. I watch you unbutton me. I act fearful, afraid to stop you. With deft fingers you flay open my uniform exposing my white bra and panty to your leering eyes. Then, you pull me by my wrist and place my hand on your cock. I wrap my fingers around your stiff prick and slowly stroke you. Your fingers quickly find my nipples through the material of my bra while your other hand feels my pussy through my panty.. You have hands like an octopus. You are incorrigible. You can't be denied, as you hump my hand with your cock."

"If this is your game to make me hot with all this dirty talk, you're succeeding," he said with a sexy smile of his own. "You are actually very good at it."

"I can even resist you in Spanish, French, German or Italian. Then, you offer me one hundred dollars to get down on my knees and blow you and you offer me two hundred dollars more to fuck you. I allow you to French kiss me. You reach between my legs and push my panty aside and violate me with your long, fat, stiff fingers. Then, you move my hand, the one that you put around your cock, and make me stroke you faster, before pushing down on my shoulders and pushing me to my knees. You pull my hair forcing me to open my mouth and when I do, you impale me with your stiff prick."

"Sorry, but I don't do prostitution. There's too much free sex out there to have to pay for any of it from anyone. I'd have to be pretty desperate to offer someone money to take care of my sexual needs. Furthermore, again, I don't mix business with pleasure."

"I can be that sexy redhead you see on the street that catches your eye as you are running for a taxi. Taxi! Taxi! We can share a cab, just like that movie with Angie Dickerson, Dressed To Kill, where a stranger removes her panty in the back seat of a cab and she has sex with him. You can act like the animal that you've always wanted to be while touching me everywhere. Then when the cab driver positions his mirror to watch the action going on in the back of his cab, you quickly undress me and expose my naked body, my tits, my ass, and my pussy to him before you push me down between your legs. You put a hand behind my redhead and push me forward. Now, I'm on my knees on the floor of the cab sucking your cock as you fondle my tits. Don't you see? I can be whoever you want me to be, it's all up to you who you want me to be and what you want me to do."

She was so damn sexy to begin with and when she was aroused from being tied to the bed with her skirt hiked up to just below her panties, she was a vision to behold. She looked hot and she looked ready to be fucked and to fuck. Moreover, she wanted him to fuck her. She wanted him to stick his prick in her pussy and in her mouth. She wanted him to cum in her mouth and she wanted to swallow all that he had, so long as when he left, he'd abide by his gentleman's agreement and leave her precious pearls behind. 

It was obvious to anyone who had any sexual experience with women that this woman would be a real animal in bed. It was obvious that she wanted it and she wanted him. It was obvious by her non-stop suggestive monologue that she liked talking dirty and that her dirty talk was exciting her as much if not more, than it was exciting him.
 
In the next chapter the burglar confesses his sexual fantasy. 

Tie Me Up & Make Me Blow You - Chapter 7

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Tie Me Up & Make Me Blow You - Chapter 8

Chapter 8
 
"I like it when you call me princess. You make me feel like one and I like savoring the thought of being the princess of your fantasy island. I'll be your princess forever and ever," she said giving him a smile that would make anyone want her as his princess.

"Back to our sexual fantasy," he said smiling with her. "We are doomed to spend the rest of our lives on this little island alone," he said repeating his smile only more widely this time. "Yes, I like this game," he said appearing satisfied that she finally came up with a game that he could play. "I could live with you as my only woman for the rest of my life."

"Thank you," she said. "I'm glad you like this game," she said with a sexy smile, "because I do, too," she said giving him a sexy look. "You make it sound like you've played this game before. You make it sound like this is your real fantasy."

"This is a game and the perfect game that I can play with you," he said with a lustful stare. "You are the rich bitch, the spoiled princess, and I am your hired hand. You treat me with disrespect and distain. I am beneath you, but once on the island, I am more than your equal, I am your superior and as it turns out, I am your savior. Because of my survival skills of being able to start a fire, build a shelter, find food, and catch fish, you look up to me and depend on me to sustain your miserable and undeserving life."

"Do you slap me around a bit?"

"No."

"Do you rip off my clothes?"

"No."

"Do you tie me to a tree and have your way with me?"

"No, Princess. Not in this game. This is my game. Now, just listen and be quiet," he said chuckling at her continual interruptions.

"Okay, I'll be quiet," she said returning his laugh and sexy stare.

"Now, instead of looking down on me and instead of giving me your disdain, you give me your friendship and cooperation because you need me to take care of you.. Now, you want me and instead of me trying to seduce you, you willingly offer me sex for food, comfort, and shelter. Only, now, I am the one who resists you."

"Oh, I like this game even better than you hitting me and tying me to a tree. I really like this game, I do. This game could be my favorite all time game. I could play this game every day," she said smiling at him seductively. "This game reminds me of that movie, Swept Away. Madonna and her husband director, Guy Ritchie, made it, but it was terrible. All she did throughout the entire movie was to pose and show off her buff body. She is a terrible actress."

"The original movie, an Italian made movie, by the same name, was much better," he said. "It was so much more erotic. The actors did a realistic job in playing their roles. There was more tension and hate between the two. It was hot, very hot, especially in the end when they fall in love with one another."

"Yes, I saw the original movie, too," she said. "It was erotic the way they developed the characters on board the yacht. Then, when they turned and twisted them around after a storm destroyed their boat, it was erotic fun to watch when they reversed their roles, once they were lost at sea and stuck together on the deserted island. It was such a strange fate of events that brought them together when they were so far apart on everything in life."

"You could say that about us, don't you think, Princess? Here we are two people from the opposite sides of the tracks and at the far end of the spectrum of life only to come together in your bedroom while you are tied to the bed and nearly naked," he said staring at her body. "Normally, had we met out in public, you'd take the lead and put me in my place. Alas, with you tied to the bed, I am in control," he said with a laugh. "Another man would take advantage of this situation and of you, but I won't. I'm content just to stand here and admire you and to stay with you for a while longer."

"Yes, you could say that about us, too. We are very different," she said looking at him without talking for a while. Her mind flashed from the movie to her present situation. He was exciting her with his imagination. She liked how he thought. She liked it when he told her to be quiet and just to listen. "I agree with you that we have lived very different lives and just as in real life now, in the movie, you could feel the hatred they had for one another," she said. "I felt that for you when you stole my pearls. If I had a gun, I would have shot you, I think, to save my precious pearls."

"There's more to life than pearls, Princess."

"Yes, of course, I agree, they are just pearls. Just like the shell of a mollusk, they are just calcium carbonate in minute crystalline form, which has been deposited in concentric layers. Yet their story in Swept Away was a political story, the communist/socialist poor man against the imperialistic rich bitch. He was the hired help, subservient to her in every way, yet, once they were swept away; he was the one who could take care of everything she needed to survive. He was the one who was at the top of the chain instead of at the bottom. He was the one that she depended upon to save her."

"Is that how you see yourself as a rich, bitch and at the top of the chain?"

"I may be rich, but I'm not anyone's bitch, I can assure you that. And yes, able to afford to go anywhere, do anything, and buy everything at any time, I would determine that to be top of the chain. Wouldn't you? Wealth after all is time."

"How do you mean?"

"The more wealth you have, the more you can afford to hire people to take care of those things that you don't want to do and the more time you have for yourself and for the those things that you want to do."

"Ah, yes, money does allow you to look at everything differently, I guess," he said.

"Everything and everyone has a price in this world, even freedom, especially freedom, and freedom is time. Time is money. Time cost money," she said suddenly looking saddened with her words.

"Yes, I agree with you. Everyone has a price, Princess," he said with a smile. "Your price was those pearls. I imagine even though they are very expensive and are very special to you; the monetary value is not why they mean so much to you. I imagined you sacrificed much more than they are worth."

She looked away from him, but it was obvious that what he said was getting to her. It was as if he could read her thoughts. She bit her lip before she spoke again.

"I liked it in the movie when they kissed and made love. Only, it was after he forced himself upon her and after she rejected him. That scene was the height of the tension in the movie, I thought. Then, after spending time on the island, she wanted him and wanted to be with him. Only, now, he rejected her and that was a nice twist."

"How so?"

"Think about it. What man alone on a deserted island with a beautiful woman would reject her? It takes a special man to have that kind of will power."

"Am I such a man?"

"Yes, I think you are, otherwise, you would have had your way with me already and then you would have left with my pearls."

"I see. So, you don't think that I'll have my way with you?"

"Oh, I think you will."

"And you don't think that I'll leave with your pearls."

"I don't know," she said staring at him before answering more. "I hope you won't."

The tension in the movie, much like the tension in this room, was well done going back and forth between the characters' wants, needs, and desires. Then, when they finally came together, you could tell that they were in love. It was all so romantic and the tension is what maintained my interest then as now."

"I think it was a very sensually erotic movie and very well done. The location budget and costume budget for that movie must have been nil, though," he said with a laugh..

"Yeah, then in the end it was so romantic when you thought that they would return to the way that they had lived their lives only to reach out for one another and continue their love affair. She had fallen in love with him and he had fallen in love with her." She closed her eyes and swooned.. "It was so romantic."

"Truly it was as romantic as it was erotic," he said staring at her.

She looked at him with a look she had never given any man. In the past with her it had always been about sex. Now, it was more than that. Now, it was more about love, love that she never knew she could have. Was this it? Was this what she was feeling? How do you know if you've never felt love before?

Suddenly, instead of him just being a burglar, he had become her suitor, her confidant, and her friend. As a new game player of yet one more of her sexual games, so she thought, he'd soon become her lover, so she hoped. Only, this time, she was more excited to play a game with him than she had been excited to play a game with anyone else before. This seemed more than just a game and she was right to feel that way because, this time, unbeknownst to the both of them yet, this game wasn't a game, but it was real life and this was the real thing.

"Is this kismet that you are here with me now," she said with a light heartedness to her spirit created by her comfortableness with him, "that you are robbing my house with me helplessly tied to the bed?" She was unguarded now and vulnerable, which is why, perhaps, he was able to read her so easily. Feebly she feigned at pulling against her ties again. "Are you my hero? Will you save me from myself? Will I fall madly in love with you? Will we escape to our own deserted island and live out our life in bliss? Will our fantasy become reality?"

She had no idea how right she was. Perhaps, subconsciously she already knew. Perhaps, he would be her hero. Perhaps, this dark knight would become her handsome prince, only instead of riding in on a white horse; he rode in on a white, rented golf cart. She wondered if she could see living happily ever after with him?

In the next chapter Kathy and the burglar make a connection.

Tie Me Up & Make Me Blow You - Chapter 9

Chapter 9
 
She looked at him with a look she had never given any man. In the past with her it had always been about sex. Now, it was more than that. Now, it was more about love, love that she never knew she could have. Was this it? Was this what she was feeling? How do you know it's love if you've never felt love before?

Suddenly, instead of him just being a burglar, he had become her suitor, her confidant, and her friend. As a new game player of yet one more of her sexual games, so she thought, he'd soon become her lover, so she hoped. Only, this time, she was more excited to play a game with him than she had been excited to play a game with anyone else before. This seemed more than just a game and she was right to feel that way because, this time, unbeknownst to the both of them yet, this game wasn't a game, but it was real life and this was the real thing.

"Is this kismet that you are here with me now," she said with a light heartedness to her spirit created by her comfortableness with him, "that you are robbing my house with me helplessly tied to the bed?" She was unguarded now and vulnerable, which is why, perhaps, he was able to read her so easily. Feebly she feigned at pulling against her ties again. "Are you my hero? Will you save me from myself? Will I fall madly in love with you? Will we escape to our own deserted island and live out our life in bliss? Will our fantasy become reality?"

She had no idea how right she was. Perhaps, subconsciously she already knew. Perhaps, he would be her hero. Perhaps, this dark knight would become her handsome prince, only instead of riding in on a white horse; he rode in on a white, rented golf cart. She wondered if she could see living happily ever after with him?

He climbed on the bed and moved between her legs. Poised on his hands and knees above her, he lowered his lips to meet hers. He kissed her softly, but without prolonging the kiss and probing her mouth with his tongue. Expecting more passion, she returned his kiss but when she did, teasingly, he pulled away. Immediately, his teasing heightened her desire for him.

It excited her that he controlled her and had control over her. Unlike most men who would have taken advantage of her being tied to the bed and who already would have stuck their cocks in her mouth and left her there tied to the bed once they exploded their lust for her in her mouth, it excited her that he teased her passion in such a way that made her want him even more. With his gentle sensuality, he heightened her sexuality to new and higher levels than she had never experienced before. Just as she thought he was going to deliver his passionate kiss, again and again he repeated the process of pulling away from her lips, teasing her lips with his and resisting her, until she couldn't take it anymore. 

"You may be tied to the bed," he laughed, "but you are hardly helpless, Princess." He looked at her through soulful eyes. "You are an extraordinarily beautiful woman and the first woman that when kissing you, I am unable to close my eyes. I can't help but stare at you. I can't take my eyes away from you for even a second."

"Well," she laughed, "maybe, if you kissed me longer, maybe if you surrendered your tongue to me, then I could convince you to close your eyes with my passion for you," she said. "Still, I love it when you tease me. You arouse me like I have never been aroused before."

"You may be right, but I can't help but wonder," he said making eye contact with her.

"Yes...tell me...what is it that you wonder?"

"I wonder if your passion is for me or if it is for any man who has tied you to the bed and partially stripped you naked in the way that I have," he said responding in the way of a typical bachelor who has been alone all of his life.

"I see. So, you think that I'd surrender myself to any man who ties me to my bed, strips me partially naked, and takes control of me."

"I don't know. Would you? Would the act of physically being controlled excite you enough or would it depend upon who was tying you to the bed and stripping you naked?"

She looked at him with wondering eyes.

"Do you think that I'm a slut?"

He looked at her with a face full of understanding.

"I don't know. Are you?"

Trying to read him, trying to determine if he was sincere or just toying with her, she gave him a long look. He wasn't like any man she had been attracted to before. The ones who captured her interest were younger, taller, and more symmetrically athletic looking, much like the tennis pro and the golfing instructor at the club. He was neither of those. Yet, there was something so very intriguing about him and something that made her want to know more about him.

"I was before and haven't been that for a long time, but with you it's different."

"Different how?"

"Hmm, well you are not an unattractive man," she said with a laugh.

"Thank you, I think. I'll take that as a compliment," he said with a smile.. "By the way, flattery will get you everywhere with me," he said with a laugh.

"I do find the fact that you robbed my house and tied me to my bed sexually exciting. If you haven't noticed, I enjoy being submissive, especially when bound and helpless," she said feebly straining against her restraints again.

"Yes, I can see that you enjoy being tied, but as I said before, I fear, you are hardly helpless," he said with a laugh. "I dare say with you tied up, no longer do you enjoy an unfair advantage but, now, we are equal."

"Do you tie all your women up or just the ones who surprise you during your burglary?"

"Actually, you are the first woman I have ever tied to the bed and I must say that it was a truly enjoyably and erotic experience."

"How so?"

"Well, apart from the obvious, being able to enjoy voyeuristic views up your skirt and down your blouse, there is the fact that most women would be helpless in this scenario."

"Oh, but I am helpless. Help, someone help me. I'm tied to the bed and the big, bad robber is stripping me naked. Help, help," she said with a laugh and with a long look before speaking again. "Only, I perceive that there is more to you than that."

"How so?"

"You are much more than a burglar. That is obvious to me. You are a man that I'd like to know more about, especially if the circumstances were a bit different. Only, I'm afraid had I not met you like this, had you not forced me to give you my undivided attention," she said pulling at her restraints and chuckling, "I may not have given you a second glance."

"Why is that, Princess?"

"Well, on the outside, you are fairly ordinary. You look much like any of the other retired golfer who hit little white balls around the golf course grass. Yet, I can see that you are nothing like any of them."

"And you know them well enough to make a fair assessment?"

"Oh, yeah. I've been around them, the same stereotypical types, for two and a half decades. I know them better than they know themselves. Women are especially astute when it comes to knowing what a man is all about."

"And your husband? What is he about?"

"That's too easy of a question. My husband, by the job that he has, as an investment banker, by the house that he owns, a mansion on the golf course of a gated community, by the people he associates himself with, other rich, white men, by the woman he married, younger and beautiful, and by the car that he drives, a Bentley, is all about money, power, and influence."

"And you Princess, what are you about?"

"I was all about sex in my younger days. I couldn't get enough of it. It was my delicious diversion so that whenever I was with a man, I didn't have to spend time alone with my bad self. I was much like a guy in that regard. Then, once I was married, I was much like any other housewife. I was about my children, my family, and my friends."

"And now? What are you about now?"

"Now, I'm lost. My children are grown and gone. My husband is having a long-term affair with his secretary that he told me he fired and but didn't. She's a woman younger and more beautiful than me. I'm alone and lonely and...I'm... just tired of living a lie that has become my life."

"And how are you lying to yourself?"

"I'm lying that all this lavish lifestyle makes me happy when in fact, it makes me bored, so bored, in fact, that I'd rather be here with you tied to my bed than to be shopping with my friends in New York City."

"Well, since I've forced you to give me your undivided attention by tying you up, I'm afraid, allow me to give you my assessment of how I perceive you."

"That's only fair, as I've given you my assessment of what I think of you."

"You fascinate me. I don't believe I've ever met anyone quite like you and in my business I meet a lot of people."

"That's odd."

"What's odd, Princess?"

"I would think that in your line of work you'd meet very few people, as in the homes you burglarize either the people would be sleeping or not at home."

"Very true, however, for me to burglarize a home, I study the person who owns it. I know the person quite well before I even enter their home. Quite like how a woman knows a man, I know my victim better than they know themselves, which is why I've never been caught, never been arrested, and never been charged with a crime even. I've never received so much as a speeding ticket."

"For someone who has such an exciting profession, you live a boring life."

"Careful is more the word, Princess. I live a very careful life."

"So, you still haven't told me how I'm different from the other woman. You still haven't told me what makes me so special."

"As I said, in my life and in my occupation, I've encountered many women like you, and as you would me, I've summed them up and passed them by without giving them a second glance. Yet, it is obvious that you are different than the norm. You are so much more now than they could ever be." 

"Well, thank you. You are very kind. And, as it does with you, flattery will get you everywhere with me, too.

He looked at her without speaking.

"Shall I continue?"

In the next chapter the burglar knows Kathy all too well.

Tie Me Up & Make Me Blow You - Chapter 10

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Tie Me Up & Make Me Blow You - Chapter 11

Chapter 11
 
"Do you have a thing about and an aversion against housewives?"

"No, not at all. Housewives are as American as apple pie. I loved Donna Reed, Harriet Nelson, and June Cleaver. My mother was a housewife. Only, to me, a housewife doesn't have servants. Yet, you kid yourself if you think you are just a mere housewife. You are more the madam of the household than you are a lowly housewife."

"I see. Do you hold my lack of cleaning and cooking skills against me, then?"

"Why bother with drudgery, Princess," he said waving a hand of extravagance in the air, "when you can afford to pay someone else to do it? Life is too short to be tied down to the kitchen. I'd rather be out and about than mowing my lawn."

"Yes, especially when I can be tied down to the bed," she said with a laugh.

"Seriously though, I'm serious when I say that you are so much more than all of that and all of this."

"We finally agree on something. There are more important things to do than dusting and vacuuming."

"Well said from someone who actually has a brain in her head and, I dare say, from someone who has never dusted or vacuumed in her life." He gave her another long look. "You want more than this, don't you? You are as complex as you are exciting and I like that about you. You challenge me, which is why I'm drawn to you and which is why I'm still here chatting with you while risking arrest." He looked at her with a look that he had never given another woman. "I'm mesmerized by you."

"You are the first who sees more than my pretty face and my hot body. You are the first man who has taken the time to look past my tits and my ass."

"Sorry, did you say something," he said staring at her tits."

"Very funny, ha, ha."

"Should I continue or should I stop?"

"Well, you've gone this far, you may as well stick your other foot in your mouth, too."

"Only, you're trapped. Trapped in what some may fantasize as a lavish life and their perfect paradise, only all of this has been your prison. I dare say this lifestyle is slowly killing you. You are living the shell of the life of the fun loving woman you once were. You want to fly, you need to fly away, but your wings have been clipped and you are trapped here to languish alone without the love and without the support of a faithful husband. You are alone and lonely in this façade of a marriage."

"I think that's quite enough. I'm unsure if I want to hear anymore of—"

"As a professional burglar," he said pocketing his hands. "I see snippets into people's lives and I can see by your husband's collection of materialism that he regards money more than he even regards his most valuable possession.. .you."

"How dare you? You don't even know my husband."

Undeterred in her protest, he continued.

"Moreover, I see that you so are miserable and are in so desperate need of a kindred spirit, a lover, a friend, and a soul mate that you allow me, a total stranger and a lifetime criminal at that, to tie you up on the hope and in the chance that I will offer you more of what you truly want and need. You are desperate, so desperate for love and for attention that you're pathetic in your behavior by allowing those less than you to disrespect you, as you have done with the husbands of your friends."

"How can you know so much about me when I've never met you?"

"Oh, I know you. I've been watching you. I know all my victims before I rob them of their possessions. Besides, people talk. All that I have to do is to listen."

"They talk about me?"

"Yes."

"You mean, just the men, of course?"

"No, it's both men and women who have much to say about you."

"What do they say?"

"The men lust over your beauty. They talk endlessly what they'd do to your body."

"Well, I don't think I want to hear any more of that. What about the women? What do they say about me?"

"The women, of course, are envious of you. Whereas, the men talk about wanting you, the women talk about despising you because their men want you. "

"I see," she said giving him an analytical look. "What are you a psychiatrist? You've psychoanalyzed me more than my therapist."

Suddenly, their playfulness turned sour. She was angry that she was so transparent to this stranger and to this man who had come into her house and into her life.

"I can see you're angry with me," he said making eye contact with her.

"How dare you say those things about me? You don't even now me. How could you possibly know who I am? You don't know what I've had to bear in this marriage. How could you? You don't know what it's like to live—"

"I've upset you, Princess, and I'm sorry. What I meant to say was—"

"Stop, just please stop. Don't say any more, not another word. I won't listen to whatever it is you say. You are morbidly depressing me. Just fuck me and go....like all the rest," she said spreading her legs wider while resigning herself to being raped by him. "Or, if you prefer, as most men do, just stick your cock in my mouth, put a hand behind my head, and force me to blow you until you explode away your lust for me in my mouth and down my throat," she said opening her mouth and licking her lips with her tongue. "Only, please, I beg you...leave my pearls," she said with tears running down her cheeks.. "They mean more to me than you know and more than you ever could understand. Please don't take my pearls."

He looked at her and searched her eyes with his before standing up from the bed. He walked over to where he had placed his valise on the floor by the doorway in readiness to flee. He reached inside and pulled out her pearls. He rolled a pearl between his fingers while looking at them and felt the considerable weight of them in his hand. He looked at her pearls, as if wondering why they were so valuable to her and why she would willingly give her body to him for their safe return. In all the years he had burglarized homes and with all the jewels he had stolen, not once did he feel any such regard for the possessions that he stole. Never had he felt an attraction for any jewel in the way she loved these pearls. He turned to her and looked at her. She looked so sad. How could something so beautiful look so broken?

"I can only imagine what you've sacrificed to earn these pearls, Princess. They are but a mere token of what you gave up to get them, no doubt. Yes, you've sacrificed much, I bet. No doubt, you've sacrificed your life and your freedom. You view these pearls as your reward and as would a kid spend all his coins hoping to win the golden gumball and to cash that in for a prize, I can see that mere money cannot replace these pearls that you regard so much. Here," he said laying them on her stomach. "I can't take them from you. I don't want them. You may have them. Certainly, they mean more to you than to me."

She started crying until her crying turned to sobbing.

"Please untie me. Please," she said pulling hard against her ties.

He reached over and untied her. She lifted herself up to a position with her knees bent and her arms draped around her legs. She rested her forehead on her knees while sobbing.

When he sat on the bed to comfort her, she threw her arms around him. When she did that, when she was free to touch him, she saw that she melted him with her touch and he returned her embrace. It was then that they kissed. Finally, they kissed and it was a French kiss with probing tongues and hands that explored one another's bodies.

This time it was a real kiss, a long kiss, and a passionate kiss. Her hands were all over him as much as his hands were all over her. Quickly they stripped one another and came together in a tight embrace. She was ready for him. She wanted him more than she had ever wanted any other man in her life. He touched her deeper and where no man has ever touched her before. He read who she was. He knew her. Finally, he was someone who got her. He moved her.

Kissing and kissing her, he explored her breasts and fingered her nipples before reaching down to feel her passion for him. She was so very wet and so very ready. He was so very hard and so very ready. He mounted her and when he did, she reached down and inserted him and guided him inside her. In a gasp and a hump he was deep inside of her. They moved like that, as one and in a passionate rhythm that mimicked their newfound and sudden bond for one another. It was sexual, it was magical, and it was love.

Only, they didn't fuck. They made love. They made love as if it was a modern dance between a man and a woman. They made love as if it was not only their first time and but also as if it was their last time. Their expressiveness for one another fueled their passion.

She rolled him over and instead of acting like the sexual animal she has always been with men in the past, she acted more graceful and her actions were more impulsive rather than rehearsed or planned. Each hump had new found meaning. Each thrust suggested something more than just sex and they came together as one and as a couple who have been having sex for years. Their orgasm tightened their embrace and they stayed like that clutching one another until their passion lessened enough for them to let go. 

There was no dialogue, just holding, touching, and kissing. They spoke without words. Their touches confessed their desire for one another and their looks revealed their bond and their love. There was no hiding it. Even though this had started out as a game, it had quickly flourished to love. It was as if they had practiced this dance for years only to perform it now for the first time and every move was choreographed perfectly, only this wasn't a dance, it was real. This was the real thing and the beginning of something beautiful.

When they parted finally, she looked at him with love in her eyes and he returned her stare with a look he had never experienced before. He had never found that special someone, until now. Alone, but never lonely, he had never been married or committed to anyone, until now. Now, it was obvious that he didn't want to leave her. Now, it was obvious that he wanted to take her with him. Now, it was obvious that he loved her.

Wild with sexual exploration and erotic passion in her youth, she had been married all of her adult life, but had never felt the way she felt now. Her life had lost its excitement and she had lost her spark to live it. With nothing new, everything had become so mundane and expected. This was something different. This feeling was something new. Never did she realize that it could be like this. With the hundreds of men she had known, she had never known love, until now. Now, she was in love

"Fuck," she said pushing him away.

"What? What did I do? Did I do something wrong?"

"You know what you did."

"Well, if it's any consolation, " he said giving her a long look. Instantly, his look read her. "I feel the same way about you, too."

Instinctively, he knew her thoughts and she loved that about him. Actions without words, they were so in tuned with one another.

"Now what? What do we do now?"

"I'd say," he said allowing a smug smile to take hold of his face, "we flee to our deserted island and our tropical paradise and live our lives in bliss." He looked at her. "I'm ready to go and I'm ready to go now. Yet, I'm afraid you may not be ready for that." He looked at her again waiting for her to answer before speaking and when she remained silent, he repeated his question. "Are you ready to leave your husband and this life behind for a new adventure with me?"

"I'm ready," she said softly while giving him a look. "I'm so ready," she said louder while looking at him with a face full of determination. "You have no idea how ready I am."

In the next chapter Kathy discovers why her diamond is fake.

Tie Me Up & Make Me Blow You - Chapter 12 and Chapter 13

Chapter 12
 
"Fuck," she said pushing him away.

"What? What did I do? Did I do something wrong?"

"You know what you did," she said looking at him with those eyes. She had eyes that would melt any man and make any man do whatever she wanted.

"Well, if it's any consolation, " he said after giving her a long look and obviously reading her. "I feel the same way about you, too."

Instinctively, he apparently knew her thoughts and she loved that about him. Actions without words, they were so in tuned with one another and that was half the battle and one of the necessary ingredients needed to start their love relationship. Only, it was funny watching them dance around love without ever saying the word.

They were two confidently self-assured and intelligent people afraid of one little four letter monosyllabic word. One could understand if they were religious and the word in question was fuck instead of love. Yet, neither one was religious. You could say they were superstitious.

Love, after all, is a dirty word, especially in a relationship that just started. Before you find your special someone, you believe in love at first sight. You convince yourself you would know she or he was the one immediately when you first saw them and you can't wait to tell whoever it is that you love them. Then, when you do find your special someone, you wait for one to mention the L word before you do. No one wants to say it first. No one wants to be so vulnerable and open. What if he or she doesn't feel the same way? No one wants to be rejected. Yet, it was obvious in the way that they looked at one another that they were both in love. Certainly the L word of love would come soon after the other L word of lust was satisfied and it was.

"Now what? What do we do now?"

"I'd say," he said allowing a smug smile to take hold of his face. "We flee to my deserted island and my tropical paradise and live out the rest of our lives in harmonic bliss."

"You make it sound too easy," she said with a half smile.

In all twenty-four years of her marriage, he looked at her with a look her husband had never given her. 

"I've been dreaming about living in a tropical paradise for years. I'm ready to go and I'm ready to go with you now," he said with a serious face.

With toned, thin arms, and long, shapely thighs, she sat all scrunched up with her arms hugging her knees. Naked and in the silhouette reflection that the dimly lit bedroom created, she was a vision to behold. Few women looked as good naked, but she did. Few women possessed the confidence to reveal her naked body to a man she just met, but she did. She showed him that she was more than a beautiful body, and she was. There are always flaws that women tried to hide, but she had none. She was as close to perfection as any woman could be.

"A tropical paradise sounds wonderful right about now," she said with her lips still attached to her knees and her knees muffling her words. "I could use a change. I'd like to run away...with you," she said mindlessly, as if alone and uttering what she was fantasizing before agreeing to go with him.

"Yet, I'm afraid you may not be ready for that," he said matter of fact but resolutely while eying her, as if watching for any change in her for clues to reading her thoughts. When she turned to face him with her head still resting on her knees, he looked at her again while waiting for her to answer before speaking again. She was just so damn beautiful. When she remained silent, he repeated his question. "Are you ready to leave your husband and this life behind for a new adventure with me, Princess?"

In the way he called her Princess, he made her feel like one. After being so ignored for so long by her husband, he made her feel special. She hungered for attention, affection, and love and here was a man who truly wanted her. Moreover, here was a man who truly understood her. No longer did she have to explain her every thought, want, and need to someone who didn't have the time or the inclination to understand her. No longer did she have to dream about her fantasy man...he was already here. As she had done so many times in the past, no longer did she have to play sexual games to get herself excited. She was already excited by the thoughts of being with him...forever.

"I'm ready," she said softly while giving him a look and without moving any part of her but her lips and her eyes. "I'm so ready," she said louder and lifting her head while looking at him to show him a face full of inner strength, resolve, and determination. "You have no idea how ready I am."

"We can book a flight and just go," he said. "I have plenty of money for the both of us to live out the rest of our lives in luxury."

"I have money, too.. Only, where would we go?"

"I bought a small island in the South Pacific."

"You did? Seriously?" She gave him a look that suggested that he was too good to be true. Suddenly the thoughts of cool tropical drinks with little umbrellas, white sandy beaches, and calypso music captured her imagination and her heart. She'd wear her new bikini...and bring her pearls.

"I bought the bit of land at a time when I was hitting a lot of homes and making a lot of money. Back then, it didn't cost me much to buy the island. Everyone fantasized about owning and living on a deserted island, but few realized their fantasy by acting on it. I did. Now, with so many people having so much money and so many people wanting to flee their old stressful lifestyle for their relaxed utopian dream, I'm glad I bought it when I did. It's worth so much more now, especially with you by my side," he said pausing to look at her. "With you beside me, my tropical paradise is priceless."

"May my children visit me and my grandchildren when that time comes for them?"

"Yes, of course, you can invite whomever you'd like to have visit, so long as they leave after a while," he said with a chuckle. "I've been waiting for someone like you all my life and there's only room for two in our little fantasy, I'm afraid."

She gave a curious look to his valise on the floor by the doorway. Her brow was wrinkled and she suddenly had a pensive look on her face. Then, after a while without removing her eyes from his valise, he turned to see what it was she staring.

"What is it, Princess? Is there something wrong?"

"I was just wondering—"

"Oh, that," he said looking to where she was staring before turning back to her to answer her unspoken question. "Don't worry, I won't take any of your things," he said with a chuckle. "Now, what's mine is yours."

"That's not what I was wondering."

"Sorry, then what were you wondering?"

"Did you open his safe?"

"His safe? Yes, of course, that's what I do. Normally, I only open the safe and leave, but in your case with your jewelry box there in plain view out on your—"

"And what did you find?"

"The usual stuff, money, watches, rings, assorted papers," he said while running his hand through and lifting some stuff to show her. "I found his passport, passbooks, a list of passwords and—"

"Did you find any photos?"

"Photos?" He looked at her with a face full of curiosity. 

"Yes, I wonder what else my husband was hiding other than money, jewelry, and personal papers in his safe."

"I take it that he doesn't trust you, his wife of twenty-four years with the combination to his safe."

"You are correct that he doesn't trust anyone."

"I don't know, I was too busy stuffing everything in my valise to look," he said while rummaging through his valise and looking up at her before answering her. "Normally, I'm in and out within a few minutes and I always take everything that's in the safe. I just hold my valise up to the edge of the safe and push it all inside. I don't even look at what I got until I return home." He gave her a sly smile.

"Yes, that's very smart of you to work quickly and not dally. No wonder why you've never been caught." She looked at him again with those mesmerizing eyes. "Still, I wonder if you found any pictures of her," she said as if she wanted to say more, but just allowed the words, pictures of her, to drift off without further comment.

"I take everything because I never know what will come in handy later, especially should I be captured and have to negotiate my release from the police with some personal property. I never know what my victims may find invaluable. It could be trinket from a dead relative or it could be something that links them to a crime. You'd be surprised what they think is safe in their safes and what they desperately want back, once they are robbed and are willing to drop all charges to get it." He looked inside his valise. "Yes, there are photos in here," he said pulling them out and quickly viewing them.

"May I see," she said holding out her hand and suddenly stiffening her posture.

He looked at the photos of a woman semi dressed and naked. It was the same woman in all the photos. She was so very young and she was so very beautiful. Just as he could understand her oh so full of himself husband not valuing the real gem he already possessed with the love of his wife, he could understand her middle-aged husband's head being turned by such a young and beautiful vixen. Certainly, had he not been rich, this gold digger wouldn't have given him a second glance. 

"Maybe, you shouldn't bother with the photos, Princess. I don't want to upset you. Besides, you have more than enough reason to leave him than to—"

"May I have my husband's photos...please? "

She had a confident way about her.. Not to be denied seeing the photos, she said please in such a way that made him give them to her.

She looked through the photos, at first flashing through them very quickly. Her eyes were tearing up. The second time she looked at the photos, she took her time looking at them. Now, she looked more hurt than angry. Once the color drained from her face, she appeared sad. Only, was her sadness because she couldn't compete with someone so young and so beautiful? Or was in not sadness but disappointment in the man she thought she loved and she thought loved her?

Twenty-four years of memories is a long amount of time to throw away for a fling with a secretary who only wants him for your money. For such a smart man, he was stupid in allowing his cock to do his thinking for him. 

How could such a powerful, influential, and special man fall for such a fluff of a woman and give up her for that? Certainly, she could never care for him in the way she had nurtured his financial success over two and a half decades. What could she possibly do for him, other than give him a blowjob? The third time she stared at them, it was obvious that she was angry.

"He's so typical. He's such a fool."

"Princess, we can be at the airport and gone before your husband even comes home."

"Look," she said holding up the photo to him. "She has my ring," she said pointing to the exact ring prominently displayed on the woman's finger. "She's wearing my ring."

He leaned in for a better look at the photo.

"From the photo, that looks like the real gemstone, but I'd have to see the ring before I could make—"

"Does he buy all his tootsies copies of the same ring or did he give her my ring and leave me with the fake?"

Now, she was really mad.

"Let's not ruin what we suddenly have. We're lucky to have found—"

"I need to play this out. I need to get what is mine. My husband has a lot of my money and after serving him faithfully for twenty-four years I can't just up and leave him and allow some young bimbo to walk in and take all that I've worked so hard to earn. I want my half. I'm not leaving until he realizes what he lost, especially where it will hurt him the most. In his pocket."

"I can't argue with you. I understand.. I'd be angry too, if I were you."

She gave him a look of surprised shock before she started giggling.

"Here I am about to give up this life to run away with you to our tropical paradise and our nirvana that has snakes and bugs and monkeys and God only knows what else and..." she started laughing again. Now, it was a wild laugh, a belly laugh, a stress relieving laugh, and a laugh that she couldn't stop until she started crying.

"It's okay, Princess. It's okay. Really it is," he said gently massaging her shoulder. "Everything will be wonderful. I can wait until you settle your personal affairs with your husband. I can wait until your lawyer confronts his lawyer with the photos. He'll settle this out of court, no doubt, and will give you whatever you want."

"I don't want anything from him, other than my share of the money that he earned during the course of our marriage."

"And I agree. Someone like him doesn't want a scandal and doesn't want his reputation sullied with his stuffy and unforgiving Beacon Hill and Back Bay clients. I've seen this before with some of the things that I've found in safes and confronted the owners with through intermediaries to extort them for more money on the threat of anonymously mailing what I found to their spouses or to the police," he said with a laugh. "They are always happy to pay."

"No, that's not it," she said wiping her eyes while laughing. "It just occurred to me that I'm ready to run away with you to a tropical paradise in the South Pacific and I don't even know your name."

They both started laughing at the ridiculousness of that. They laughed until they both had tears in their eyes. After the stress of seeing the proof that her husband was still having an affair with the secretary that he told her he had fired and after seeing his secretary wearing her beautiful one-of-a-kind ring, laughter was what she needed. At least he didn't give her pearls, she thought. The thought of which made her laugh even harder.

"Martin."

"Paron?" She stopped laughing long enough to wipe her tears away.

"My name is Martin."

"Martin?" She started laughing again. Her laughter was contagious and he started laughing again, too. Barely could she ask her next question without bursting out laughing. "Is that your first name or your last name?"

"Both," he said with a laugh that made them laugh even more. "My name is Martin Martin."

"Martin Martin? I can't run away with someone who has two first names," she said bursting out with uncontrollable laughter. "Or worse, two last names?"

Now, she was belly laughing and rolling on the bed laughing and he was laughing with her.

"My Dad had a weird sense of humor," said Martin laughing with her. "He thought it funny to name his only son, Martin Martin Martin. I go by Marty," he said before making her laugh even more. "Marty Martin Martin is my name."

"Stop, I can't take it anymore. Martin Martin Martin," she said laughing. "Marty Martin Martin, this is too funny."

"I took quite a bit of ribbing in school. You should see my monogram," he said making her laugh even more with him joining her.

"That is so funny," she said while wiping tears from her eyes. "Marty Martin Martin. Seriously, I can't run away with someone who has such a redundant name. I've always like the name Chuck. I know, I shall call you Chuck," she said with a laugh. "Chuck Chuckie Charles, shall be your new name," she laughed even more.

"Well, fortunately, I like the name that I've given you, Princess, and I'm pleased that you like it, too. So, in our new life we shall go by Princess and Chuck."

Ultimately Kathy got her real ring back and more.
But that is a seperate story.