Originally posted to Adult BackWash.

"You've been a really bad grrl." Keanu stated, slipping me underneath his body, trapping me between the softness of the mattress and the hardness of him. "You should know better than to leave someone tied up for an hour while you gallivant around. Very poor conduct and really poor sportsmanship."

He pressed his cock deeper inside me as he told me off. I squirmed. I didn't really like more penetration right after a good orgasm. But, this wasn't a good time to assert myself. He was right, of course. I had slipped past the polite rules of adult consent and bondage in general, a few times at least. He'd been a good sport about the whole thing.

"I bet you didn't find out all that much about me. You don't know how much I like kinky sex and what exactly I do like. For all you know I could be into rape, torture, whatever." He reached between our bodies and pinched my nipple, hard, twisting it between his fingers. It did hurt, but not unbearably.

"You're not some sadist, no matter how much you might like to scare me a little. That much I know from meeting you and making love with you." I squirmed around, trying to ease some of his body weight from my more tender areas. His breath was in my face, he still smelled like the coffee we'd had with breakfast. Mostly, it was his eyes that I focused on. Who knew Keanu could be so intense, very intense, very in your face intense. There was nothing in his world but me, it was a turn on and yet, he wasn't in a great mood at the moment.

Keanu pushed me farther into the mattress, making any escape attempts impossible. I almost felt smothered. It was getting just a bit overwhelming. He said nothing for ages. Just pushed me, pressing his cock, hard and full, inside of me. Imprinting his body into mine. All I could see was his eyes. All I could hear was his breathing. It didn't take long for me to feel very intimidated and aroused by being dominated this way.

It was a relief when he began pumping his hips. I had begun to wonder if we were frozen in time that way, forever an indentation in a mattress. But now he was ruthlessly thrusting inside of me. I didn't really like it, at first. It took a minute for me to catch up to him. I played with his nipples, wrapping my legs tightly around him. I clenched my muscles around his cock, forcing him to slow his pace. He grunted. I lost track of who did what and how about that point.

After the explosion we settled back into the mattress, completely boneless.

He was the first to get up. "Are you going to drive me back now?"

The sudden question and the end to our interlude startled me back to reality. "I guess so. Do you really want to go?"

"It's been fun, more than fun." He went out the door at that point, naked still.

I assumed he was looking for the shower. Getting up I found my towel and went to join him. He was quick, too quick though. As I opened the stall door he was turning off the water. It wasn't even warmed up yet. Though, I could have used too much hot water for my own shower before. He turned the water back on for me, it was lukewarm and he left. No water play for me. I was kind of let down, a bit sad. Suddenly he was back to reality and I was just a side trip. Not that he owed me anything, considering how he'd ended up here. Still, it felt a bit callous.

When I came back to the cabin he was dressed and waiting for me. He didn't say a thing. Just waiting like a tourist knowing the bus would be leaving soon. I didn't have much to put together. I threw my things together and loaded them in the car. He was sitting back in the passenger seat as if I was nothing but a taxi driver. I was feeling pretty miffed.

Still, I drove him back to the city. It was a quiet drive, a tense drive for me really. I began to wonder what going back would mean. He certainly knew enough to give the police information to track me down and arrest me for abducting him or what ever kind of charge there was for taking a grown man away from his regularly scheduled life awhile. Not that I hadn't brought him back, still in one nice tidy piece.

So I dropped him off at his hotel. That was the only time he spoke, giving me directions. I felt like a child being punished with his silence. I began to feel peeved. But, I didn't do anything rash, not this time. At the front entrance to his hotel, a pretty fancy looking place, he leaned over and kissed me. Not just a nice kiss either. He sucked face, that's the best description I can come up with. Then, he squeezed my thigh and gave me a folded note with something hard inside it. Suddenly he was gone, with a wink and a sexy smile. Kind an erotic Santa Claus.

I watched him hop up the steps and spin inside the building. At least I had the satisfaction of knowing I'd left him happy. Did this note mean he was also coming back for more? Or was that leave them wanting more? Why, I wondered, was I still thinking when I could be reading his note.

I bet you're curious. But, it's a private note, with a private address and a key. We don't always happen to meet up there but when we do, it's magic. Keanu has a lot of depth, romance and devilish intentions.

So, that's it faithful readers. Go have your own romantic adventures. Don't be afraid to take the odd risk, you never know where it might lead.