Later that week, Calvin invited me to dinner at his place. When I got there, he was standing at his front door in a pair of baggy grey track pants and a t-shirt. “So this is what you look like when you’re not going to work,” I said, handing him a bottle of chardonnay.
 
       “You’ve already seen me in my sweats, remember?”
 
       “Ah, yes. You were handsome then and you’re still handsome now.” I slipped off my shoes.
 
       “You look lovely as well, my darling Lucy.” He leaned over and brushed his lips lightly against mine.
 
       “Come on in,” he purred, leading me into a sun-filled room with high ceilings and an exquisite view.
 
       “Nice place.” The décor was impressive. “Did you hire a designer?”
 
       “No, it’s all me,” he said, randomly rubbing his chest. “Well, it’s mostly me… OK, maybe some of me with lots of help from my sister.”
 
       “Your sister has good taste. I like it. It’s very chic.”
 
       “I’ll tell her you said so. Or maybe you can tell her yourself. I’m sure the two of you will meet soon.”
 
       Drawn to an abstract painting hanging over the fireplace, I padded across a thick Flokati rug. “Soon, yes…” I said, checking for a signature. “Wow, is this an original?”
 
       “It is, though I hadn’t even heard of the artist until Sasha – that’s my sister – told me about him. Good, isn’t he?”
 
       “Better than good. You must be doing all right to have some of his work on your walls.”
 
       “I do OK, but that’s not what I care about.”
 
       “Oh, and what do you care about?” I turned to face him, anxious to know.
 
       “You, I think,” Calvin announced plainly, the statement hanging heavily between us until he spoke again. “But guess what? I have another surprise for you.”
 
       “You’re full of them these days, it seems.”
 
       “If you’d be so kind as to indulge me…”
 
       “What is it?”
 
       “Sit.” He pointed to an over-sized chair.
 
       “Ooooh, mysterious…” I crossed the room, plunked into the luxurious suede cushions and clasped my hands neatly in my lap. “I’m intrigued.”
 
       “Lucy, I hope I’m not being too forward…” he began, kneeling in front of me. “But I feel like I know you. It’s weird. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. And I can’t quite put my finger on it, but I think maybe it’s because I’ve been dreaming about you for so long...”
 
       “So long? How could that be? We just met.”
 
       “I hope you don’t think that I’m stalking you, but to tell the truth, I’ve been watching you for months.” He couldn’t stop staring at my lips.
 
       “Really?” I pictured him that day in autumn crossing the street.
 
       “Yeah, I saw you for the first time outside of Gabriel’s Flowers putting something into the back of your car which, by-the-way, is a great color of red.” He listed forward and began nibbling erroneously on my neck. “It really stood out – and so did you.”
 
       “I only got that color… ummm… so I wouldn’t loose it when I go… shopping.” I was desperate to taste him, to have his tongue in my mouth. “I’m… ummmm… trying to remember that day…”
 
       “It was just before Halloween, and your skirt flipped up when you bent over. I saw your bright blue underpants.”
 
       “Right…” His kisses were distracting. “I was dressed as… ummm… Raggedy Anne for our office party and… I was picking up something for my mother.” Fortunately, his attention then turned to the pendant on my necklace and I was able to finish my train of thought. “But I don’t remember you.”
 
       “No, you didn’t notice me, and when you drove away, I wondered if I’d ever see you again. As luck would have it, almost every day after that, I spotted your little red car, and then I saw you walking. Remember, when you spilled your purse? And here we are. Like I said, I feel like I’ve known you for a long time. Like forever.” Gazing at me ardently, he added, “I know we’ll be good together. Now, I want you to relax for a moment and close your eyes.”
 
       “Is this the part where you bite my neck and suck out all my blood?” I was beyond thrilled, but nervous as hell.
 
       “Because if it is, I’ve seen the movies and I have a wooden stake in my back pocket.”
 
       “Wow. You’re a regular comedienne. Now just stay put. I have to get something.”
 
       “OK.” I said, letting my lids droop. And for the next few minutes, it was so silent that I thought he’d left altogether. “Calvin, can I open my eyes yet?” I needed more kisses.
 
       “Keep them closed,” he said sternly, his hushed return causing me to jump. “There. Now Lucy, I’m going to give you an object and I want you to tell me what it is.” He placed something long and soft in my hands.
“Feels like a silk scarf.”
 
       “Correct.” With my eyes still shut, I sensed his fingertips passing over the mounds of my breasts.
 
       “What should I do with it?”
 
       “It’s not what you’re going to do with it. It’s what I’m going to do.”
 
       “And what is that?”
 
       “I’m going to tie you up.”
 
       “Oh, really?”
 
       “Yes, really.”
 
       “And then what?”
 
       “And then I’m going to have my way with you.”
 
       “Oh…” My panties were soaked already.
 
       “First though, I’m going to take off all your clothes.”
 
       “Ummm hmmm…”
 
       “And you’re going to do exactly as I say.”
 
       “Yes,” I gasped, knowing right then that Calvin was the man for me.
 
       “Now open your eyes. I want you to see exactly what’s happening.”
 
       Immediately I stood, shifting anxiously from one foot to the next as he undid my shirt – one painstaking button at a time. Once he’d unhooked my bra, a flush of desire washed over my face. “You are so beautiful, Lucy,” he said, tracing around my pert nipples and over the blotches on my chest. “I’m glad you’re excited.”
 
       When he got to my pants – shimmying them down over my hips and wrenching them off – I’ll admit, I almost melted into the floor. “Panties too.” He played briefly at the seam closest to my crotch before tugging on the lace. Once I was fully exposed, he commanded, “Now spread your legs and bend over. I’m going to tie your wrists to your ankles.”
 
       “Oh my…” I shivered, dutifully arching forward.
 
       “It’s a good thing you’re flexible, Lucy.” He bound the knots tight. “It will make things easier.”
 
       “What do you mean?” I could barely breathe.
 
       “I’m going to put a cock inside your pussy.” He reached into his bag and withdrew a large, black dildo. “I want to see how you take one before I give you my own.” Then dragging it over my crack, he set it against my swollen folds. “I could drink you, you’re so wet.” And in one systematic shove, he filled me to the very core.
 
       “Oooh,” I moaned loudly. “That’s huge.”
 
       “Yes, but you seem to be managing,” he said, withdrawing and advancing the shaft ever so slightly. “Now tell me, Lucy. Would you like to cum? Because if you would, I can make it happen. You just have to say it.”
 
       “Y..y..yes,” I stuttered.
 
       “Yes what? Be more precise.”
 
       “I want you to make me cum, Calvin. Please.”
 
       “That’s better. Now try to keep very still. You can’t move around or you might get hurt.” With a line of fluid trickling down my leg, he leaned in and began pulling at my labia with his teeth, leaving the fake penis to dangle half out of my hole.
 
       “I… uh… uh…” I was losing control.
 
       When he latched onto my clitoris, the convulsions began, but Calvin held me steady, sucking hard as I shuddered, forcing my discharging passion to come out – for the most part – in my cries alone.
Once I’d finished shaking, he extracted the dildo. “Is this what you are going to do to my penis?” he growled, placing the slick object on the floor and handily turning me loose. “OK, now take off my shirt.”
 
       Working it over his head, I tossed it on the couch and slid my hand down his hairless chest. “So soft…”
 
       “Enough. Now on your knees,” he barked. “And undo my pants.” The bulge from his erection was almost comical and with only a little help, his cock sprung out on its own. “Tell me how much you like it, how much you want it.”
 
       Undeniably, his manhood was impressive – the color of melted fudge and thick as a post. It was impossible not to stare. “I do want it, Calvin. I’ve never wanted a man as much as I want you.”
 
       “Take me in your mouth then,” he moaned deeply, tipping his head back as if I’d anointed him with my words.
 
When I clutched his swollen appendage and flicked at him with my tongue, he instantly thrust his hips forward. “More. Take it in deep.” But I only got a few sucks and he was then demanding the opposite, “Stop Lucy. You’ve gotta stop!”
 
       Before I knew it, I was lying flat out on a bench with my hands tied to a stair rail. Calvin, conversely, was balanced over top of me, his penis jimmied and ready to go. “I’m going to fuck you now… I’ve got to fuck you,” he gnarled, hoisting my legs up to plunge inside.
 
       At first, the blitz was relatively controlled, but as the seconds passed, he began bucking more vigorously than I’d ever thought possible. When I presumed he was about to cum, he pulled out, slapped me hard on the ass – leaving a hand print that lasted for days – then finished the job, loading the condom with enough spunk to fill a cup.
 
       Over the next few hours, Calvin tied me in a myriad of positions, toying with my anatomy until I had yielded a good five or six more times. In retrospect, I think it was his way of making sure that I stayed with him – that I never left.
 
       Lucky for him, he got his wish, and when people ask how we hooked up, I simply state that it was all Calvin’s doing – that he saw me, he liked me, and he pursued me. And now I am bound by his undying love – quite literally. Of course, I leave out the part about me ever noticing him. A girl’s got to have the upper hand in some respects, doesn’t she?