It only takes a split second for your head to shut down after a dull sound and hot, sudden pain from above. You open your eyes to a small, well-lit room, gasping for breath. The second thing you feel is a surprisingly light scent of iron, and the third leads to a rather quick realization your skull had taken a full-force swing of a blunt, heavy object.

A tall man with a baggy jacket and bright ginger hair sits by the table in a grey swivel chair. He smiles at you. What's up, friend?

"You tell me," Arlie replies, arching an eyebrow as he slowly takes a bite of his apple. His smile widens at your confused expression. "Well... one thing I've noticed is that you seem to be tied up pretty tightly there." He points toward the chair, its legs spread wide and several thick ropes wrapped around them, cinched snug against the wood underneath you. You struggle in vain against the bindings.

"Well..." Arlie leans forward, his tone suddenly changing as he looks deeply into your eyes. "To be honest, I just found it... arousing." He takes another bite of his apple, savoring the juices that drip down his chin before licking them off clean.

"There's something about taking control like this, reducing someone to nothing but a helpless object for my amusement..." He trails off, staring intently at your lips. "Do you... do you want me to let you go?" Arlie asks, a playful grin playing across his features as he moves closer still. His voice drops low and seductive, warm breath washing over your skin.

You're quite perceptive, little bird. But don't worry," Arlie murmurs in a husky voice as he runs a finger along your jawline and down to trace patterns on your collarbone, "I have plans for you... plans that don't include letting you go anytime soon." His other hand finds its way up underneath your shirt, fingers dancing across your skin as he pulls the fabric out from beneath you.

"But that doesn't mean we can't enjoy ourselves in the meantime," he says, pressing his lips against yours before you even realize what's happening. He moans softly into the kiss, sliding his tongue between your lips and exploring every inch of your mouth. The taste of apple mingles with the metallic tang of blood as Arlie continues to toy with you, teasing and pleasuring until all thought but sensation is driven

He trails his lips down your neck and across your collarbone, sucking gently before moving lower still. Your heart races as he nears the sensitive skin of your chest, tongue darting out to flick across a pale nipple. You arch your back instinctively, a quiet moan escaping past clenched teeth when his teeth graze the sensitive bud.

"Mmm... you taste so good," Arlie whispers against your skin. He continues to feast on you, teasing and pleasuring until you're writhing beneath him in ecstasy. "But I think..." he says, pausing only long enough to look into your eyes with a mischievous glint, "...I think it's time we moved this to the bedroom." With a smooth motion, Arlie scoops you up in his strong arms and carries you toward what must be his bedroom

The room is large and sparsely decorated with soft blue accents. The bed is unmade, its pillows askew and the blankets bunched at the foot. Arlie lays you down on the cool sheets, crawling over your body once more. His fingers dance across every inch of skin, trailing wet lines through the sticky remnants of blood and mucus from earlier.

His lips find your earlobe, teeth nipping gently as he whispers, "I can make you feel so good..." Before you have a chance to respond, his tongue flicks out to taste the skin there, sending shivers down your spine. He continues to tease you relentlessly, driving you wild with need and desire. Your body tenses and convulses beneath him as he brings you closer and closer to the edge, only to pull back at the last moment.

"Arlie..." you mo

Your pleas are music to his ears, driving Arlie even further down this dark path of pleasure and dominance. He can feel your body tensing up once more, the tension in your muscles almost unbearable as you strain toward release. With a satisfied grin, he presses against you, finally giving into the desire that's been building inside him for so long.

His hips rock back and forth, and you can feel his cock press against you through your clothes. He thrusts harder, deeper with each motion, growling low in his throat as pleasure washes over him. His free hand reaches between your legs, fingers finding their way to the aching bud once more.

"Let go..." he pants into your ear, voice rough and hoarse from desire. "Let it all out for me..." With that final prompt, you finally explode in a wave of ecstasy unlike anything you'