Post by LACEY LOPEZ on Jan 30, 2012 0:28:12 GMT
Lacey’s finger was really getting tired of scrolling through videos that didn’t seem interesting to her at all. She glanced at the dirty pictures on the side bar, her lips pursed. She’d only been on this site for 5 minutes. Why was nothing pleasing to her? She sighed out, letting her elbow hit her desk and her hand keeping her chin up. Lacey stared at the computer screen longer, her other hand’s nails tapping against her wood desk. She came upon a video thumbnail of a man with black hair and smirked, her freshly plucked eyebrows rising. Lacey clicked on the video almost immediately, waiting for the video to skip past the boring conversation and to where their clothes were off. The girl was okay. Blonde with a shit load of makeup. Fake tits, Lacey pointed out at once. Ew, an axe wound of a pussy. Gross. She focused on the guy in the video, noticing his slight abs and smirking again. Simon had those slight abs, and those raised pecs. And oh, God. He had those arms. Lacey felt herself getting more antsy. Watching more intently on the video, she found her teeth grinding against her bottom lip until it became raw. Lacey paused the video, grabbing her phone and dialing Simon’s number. It rang 3 times before she heard his familiar voice and Jersey accent on the other line.
“Oh hey, Lace.” Simon breathed out. Lacey heard running water on his side.
“Simon, what’s up? I wanna come over. Now.” Lacey said all too quickly. She wasn’t in the mood to get off alone today. Maybe Simon could help. She found herself chewing on her already sensitive lip again.
“Oh nothing. Just shaving.” He said after a few scratchy sounds of what Lacey assumed was the razor against his facial hair. No. Oh my God. Lacey had told him specifically not to shave it and he was. Oh, that bastard was going to get it.
“I’m sorry. What?” Lacey’s bitch tone was dripping from her voice.
“Uhm… shaving?” Simon said once more.
Lacey groaned loudly before speaking again.
“I’ll be over in fifteen minutes.” She growled out.
“What, La-.” Lacey didn’t hear the rest of what Simon said because the moment she finished her statement, she hung up the phone, slamming it on her desk
Lacey fumed as she stormed to the back of her bedroom closet, searching for that one box that removed from the moving truck first to avoid any awkward situations. She pulled the metal line, illuminating the medium sized closet with the ultra-bright bare light bulb. She dived down to her knees, behind her few winter coats.
“There you are.” Lacey beamed at the small cardboard box carefully labeled “Kinks.”
Lacey knew that this box would come in handy one day. She opened the box to refresh her memory of the contents. She listed off the things in her head as she shoved them aside within the box, the clattering bouncing off of the closet walls. Bungee cords, duct tape, handcuffs, whip, rope, suspenders, scissors, candle sticks, and matches. Lacey grabbed the box, pulling the line again and placed the box on her bed. She yanked the shorts that were on her floor from last night on and changed out of her shirt and pulled on a plain white tank top from her dresser over her bright purple bra. Lacey was still fuming as she quickly grabbed the box again and her phone from the desk and out to her car. She was so ready to punish Simon.
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When Lacey arrived at Simon’s dorm, she took no pause before barging into the room, dropping the box onto his bed. She could still hear the water running from the bathroom. Her face screamed bitch.
“SIMON.” She stormed into the bathroom, grabbing Simon’s arm roughly and snatching the razor from his fingers before throwing it in the sink under the running water.
“Lacey, what the fuck are you doing?!” He gave her incredulous look toward her and tried to reach for his razor again.
“Ohhh, no you don’t.” Lacey grabbed both of his shoulders roughly, shoving him against the tiled bathroom wall.
“Uhm, ouch!” Simon scoffed at her, trying to push her off.
“Stop it.” Lacy told him firmly before placing her manicured hand across his mouth.
“Now, you listen to me, Chapman. You are going to be punished and you’re going to like it. Or not. You’re getting punished either way.” Lacey looked out of the door and at the box on the bed.
“Stay here.” She told him, running her nails down his shaved cheek and neck. She hit the side of Simon’s face with the back of her hand, making sure it wasn’t too soft of a slap.
She walked out of the bathroom, emptying the contents of the box. Lacey found the duct tape and started to peel off a piece, but shoved it on her wrist when she heard Simon’s voice behind her and a soft pat at her butt.
“What’s all this, Lacey? I hope you’re not going to hit me again. That shit hurt.”
Lacey’s eyes flared up as she spun around, her hand in the center of Simon’s chest. She ran him against the wall again.
“What the fuck did I tell you to do? I told you to stay there, you asshole.” She slapped him square on the cheek again, causing Simon to gasp, bringing both his hands to his face, cradling his cheek.
“Okay, so now I’m kind of turned on. You’re sexy when you’re mad.” Lacey glared at Simon as he tried to smirk, but because of the soreness of the blow, he winced instead.
Lacey quickly tore off a piece of duct tape and shoved it onto Simon’s mouth.
“I’m not taking this off until you learn to keep quiet. No commentary and no questions. Just deal with it.” Lacey spoke to Simon’s wide eyes in a low whisper.
When Simon nodded once, Lacey’s mouth turned into a full-blown grin. She yanked Simon’s shirt off with rough force, keeping him against the wall.
She threw the shirt next to them before bending over and yanking down his jeans, running her nails roughly across his bulge in his boxers. Lacey pulled at the waistband of his underwear, letting it snap back hard. She heard a muffled groan above her. Lacey looked up at Simon’s face, furious at his arched eyebrow, and that look into his eyes.
“Fuck you.” She spat at him before standing up again, scratching at his chest and ran circles around his nipples.
“Here are the rules: 1. You stay quiet. The more noise you make, the more I punish you. That means no talking. I don’t want to hear anything out of that pretty little mouth unless it’s those cute little moans you make.” Lacey smirked at Simon again, her finger running along the outline of Simon’s lips jutting out from the duct tape. “2. You listen to whatever I say. I command you now. Lacey’s in charge. Not you. I control you. Now, if you promise to stay quiet, I’ll take the tape off. Do you promise to say quiet? If not, I have much worse consequences.”
She smiled at Simon’s nods, ripping off the tape, grinning at the redness that it caused. That bitch deserved every bruise and scratch he was about to receive.
“Now, if there’s anything that upsets you, or makes you unhappy in anyway…” Lacey leaned up, kissing Simon’s lips softly, “You shut your fat ass mouth ‘cause I don’t give a shit.” She whispered against his lips. Lacey grabbed the back of his neck, pulling his face toward hers, kissing him roughly. She pulled at the side of his bottom lip with her teeth, biting down hard. She tasted the small bit of blood that oozed from the bite. She heard Simon’s small grunt dissolve into her mouth and felt a small thrust of his hips against her.
“Uhm, no.” She pulled off of him, placing both of her hands on his hips and pushing them against the wall hard. “None of this.”
Simon groaned, his head hitting the wall behind him.
“Turn around.” Lacey leaned back, twirling her finger. “Put your hands behind your back. Now.”
When Simon obliged slowly, she grabbed the handcuffs, making sure Simon heard the clink of the metal. She grabbed his hands, cuffing them in the metal parts tightly. “The keys are in the box. I hope you’re a magician ‘cause I’m probably not going to unlock these unless you’re a good boy.” She said in his ear, kissing and sucking the skin underneath his ear slowly. She was going to leave bruises all over this boy by the time she was finished.
“Get on the bed.” Lacey growled against Simon’s neck before pulling him by the arms and swinging him around and by his bed. She bent over and shoved all of her things onto the floor before pushing him face down on the bed, his clothed ass at her disposal. Lacey ran her hands from his ass all the way to his shoulder blades.
“Just relax.” She told him before running her strong, gelled nails firmly down his back, grinning at the red lines that were left. Lacey pulled her hand back and let it fall hard on his still covered ass. She yanked the boxers down to his knees, inhaling deeply at the sight of his ass. She let her nails run up one of his cheeks, letting the red marks show again. Another hit was placed on his ass cheek, causing a small moan to come from Simon’s mouth. She looked up to find Simon’s face turned to the side against his comforter, his eyes studying what Lacey was doing. Lacey bent over, yanking his hair to pull his head back. Simon groaned loudly at the strain on his neck, only letting Lacey to smile again.
“You can watch, as long as you keep quiet. Otherwise, you’ll need to keep your face shoved into this blanket.” She pushed his head facedown into his sheets.
