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Struck by his words, Fawn giggled shyly and stared straight into his bold eyes. "I don't know, is it?" she said.

He smiled back at her and slowly nodded. His hand slid down from her face to her neck, her throat, down to the top button of her blouse. Quickly he unbuttoned the first two, still hotly riveting her eyes with his own.

He slipped his hand under the cloth, clasping one of her tits and scissoring the tender, swollen nipple with two rough-skinned fingers. Fawn gasped.

"I can't take you anywhere," he whispered, fondling her warm aching tit. "It's like kidnapping, if you changed your mind later."

"I won't," she breathed, closing her eyes briefly and pushing her body forward, mashing her tit into his rough hand.

"Why not here?" he said, indicating her apartment building.

"I have a roommate."

"Maybe she's not home." Now her nipples were erect and throbbing. He gently pinched each one, drawing fresh gasps of pleasure from her. "Why don't you go up and check?"

Fawn bit her lower lip and nodded. Oh God, she prayed, don't be home, Staci! She didn't even want him to take his hand off her body long enough for her to go upstairs and check.

"Come with me?" she said in a small voice. "Can you leave the cab?"

"For you," he said softly. "For you I can do anything."

She waited while he parked the cab. Then she rebuttoned her two top buttons and took him upstairs with her to the apartment. On the coffee table was a note from Staci, and Fawn began to think that there must be fate after all. Staci had gone to the mountains for the weekend with a new boyfriend.

Fawn turned to the cab driver, who stood with his thick meaty hands hanging at his sides, grinning at her as broadly as before.

"She won't be back tonight," she half-whispered, her voice nearly choked off with fear and excitement.

Now, as she looked at him in the light, she found him more attractive and more terrifying. He had a powerful, muscular, working man's body, with strong hairy forearms and thick humps of muscle in his shoulders. His jaw was large and sharp, his dark eyes glittery now with obvious lust for her.

She went back and fastened the bolt and chain on the door, so that nothing like her interruption of Staci and Danika could happen, even though she knew it was impossible. When she turned back to him his dark eyes bored into her. "What's your name?" he asked. "It's Ca… Carol," she stumbled. "Carol. Don't tell me yours."

"You don't want to know my name? Is that part of the going crazy you mentioned?"

"You could say that."

"What other kinds of crazy did you have in mind?" he chuckled.

"I really don't know." She looked away. "What would you like… to do to me?"

"Silly question," he chuckled again.

"No, I mean besides that," she said, blushing hotly. "I mean, how would you like to… go about it?"

He cocked his head to one side as if she were a genuine pervert, but a beautiful one of course. He pondered her question for a moment, then answered forthrightly.

"I'd like to tie you up."

Fawn gulped. God, what have I got myself into? she wondered. "And then what?" she asked, feeling her pulse hammer.

His voice was serious, even tender. "Oh, I wouldn't beat you or anything, don't worry." He stared at her for a moment as if to say that not everyone was a kinky as she was. "It's not my style. But you're the one who wants to go crazy. I just want to make sure you can't get away while I'm driving you crazy."

Jesus God in heaven! Fawn thought, feeling the blood beat crazily in her flowing pussy. It's all coming true. I couldn't have imagined it any better than this! But what if he's not telling the truth?

"How do I know you're telling the truth?" she asked meekly.

"Would I lie to you?" he grinned.

"I don't know. Maybe you would."

Her body was trembling and seething with need. She knew with a wince of terror that it really didn't matter. She would surrender to him no matter what, and that horrified her. But it would obliterate Eric and Danika, everything…

He shrugged his broad, powerful shoulders. "I guess you'll just have to trust me," he said. "You're the one who wants to go crazy. If you just want a regular little…"

"No, no," Fawn interrupted him eagerly. "You can…" She had a hard time getting it out. She had never done anything like this in her life. "You can… tie me up, if you want to. But only if you promise not to hurt."

He could see how frightened she was, and he crossed the room to her and again put his rough, callused fingers softly on her cheek. "Only as much as you want," he said. "I promise."

"Really?"

"Really."

He took her face in his strong, rough hands and kissed her with a raw authority that made Fawn giddy. And while he was kissing her he slid his hands down to her buttons again. Within seconds he had her blouse off and his hands on her naked tits. He kneaded them firmly, cupping the full springy mounds and rubbing his thumbs over her pulsing nipples.

His lips were chapped and cracked, and his fingers and mouth rasped on her tender skin. He kissed her bronzed shoulders and her smooth upper chest, and squeezed her tits so hard that it hurt her. But she was so weak and dizzy with lust that she didn't care.

His chapped, rasping lips found her aching nipples and tore at them. Waves of heat shimmered through her tits. He held them in his palms and dug his fingers into them, lip-pinching her tight nipples and sucking them between his teeth.

Fawn put her hands on his shoulder in order to keep her balance. She shut her eyes, turning her head to and fro and hissing with pleasure, pushing her aching tits into his face. She moaned in low animalistic sounds from the sweet pain his harsh mouth and rough, grasping fingers caused in her sensitive tits and teeth-tortured nipples.

Finally she was hardly able to bear it any longer. Gasping, mewling, biting her lip, she pushed him away. "I… I thought you wanted to tie me up."

He nodded, and grinned. "You're so beautiful, Carol," her said.

"Thank you."

It was almost comic, she thought, how formal and polite they were. Quickly she took him into her bedroom. She pulled down the bed-covers, then fished in the waste basket and found a couple of discarded pairs of pantyhose. She handed them to him.

He tested them for strength, then nodded. "Perfect," he said. "Take off your skirt and lie down."

Fawn's fingers quivered so much that she could hardly unzip her skirt. But she obeyed him. Her whole body was alive with tremors of anticipation. When she hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her bikini panties and began to peel them down her tawny thighs, he shook his head.

"Leave them on," he said decisively.

"But you…"

"Leave them on."

She nodded obediently and sat on the edge of the mattress. Again he rubbed his rough knuckles against her cheek, a gesture of curiously harsh tenderness that made Fawn's cunt gush and itch anew each time he did it.

"Give me your wrists," he said.

She stuck out her arms with her wrists pressed together, and he began to bind them with one pair of pantyhose. She watched the thick rippling muscles in his hairy forearms as he tied her hands.

"Why don't you take off your clothes too," she murmured shyly.

"Sure," he grinned, stepping back, letting the still untied makeshift rope go slack around her wrists.

He removed his shirt and Fawn devoured his powerful, athletic torso. She loved the thick curly mats of black hair on his chest and stomach, and the thinner fur on the backs of his shoulders. He unbuckled his belt and stripped his pants and shorts down his strong legs in one motion.

Fawn gasped softly as his gigantic red prick sprang up, bobbing and jumping. It was even bigger than Eric's! A huge monster of stiff jerking fuck-meat, its shiny purplish head an angry pulsing balloon of flesh. She stared at his massive thundering cock and suddenly knew she had got more than she had bargained for.