Ed closed the curtains shutting out the sight of the blizzard; but the action did nothing to muffle the noise of the wind, which was getting to the point of making him feel cold all by itself.  He went back to his chair by the fire, wishing not for the first time this evening that there was something better than a movie (or even better, someone) to take his mind off of the lingering winter.

   ****

Vicky stopped the car in despair.  The snow was bad enough that she could no longer even make out the edges of the road; she couldn't move at anything more than a crawl, and even if she could, she'd probably get herself killed doing it.  Not that she really fancied her chances of making it through the night if she stayed where she was.  She peered out of the windows, looking for any sign of habitation... and glimpsed a light in the distance; a light that promptly vanished.

Still, she could remember the direction; at least she hoped so.  And there wasn't anything else she could do.  She got out of the car quickly, slamming the door behind her to keep snow from blowing inside.  Then, already feeling frozen to the bone, she trudged off toward where she'd seen the light.

   ****

Ed awoke with a start.  He'd drifted off, looking at the fire, but what had? ... someone was ringing the doorbell, but it would take someone truly crazy or profoundly unlucky to be out in this.  He opened the front door to find a diminutive form on the porch; wrapped up in hooded coat, wrapped up in snowdrifts, so much so it took him a moment to be sure it was female.  "Jeesh, you, get in here," he said.
The girl took his invitation eagerly, almost running into his warm hall.  She let out a few ragged breaths, teeth chattering.
"Where the hell did you come from?" Ed asked as he shut the door.  "Let me help you with that," he added, divesting her of her sodden coat.
"The road," she said; "my car got trapped in the blizzard."  Freed from the hood, her hair was long, red, and beautiful.
"What were you doing out in this?"
"Job interview.  The weather wasn't so bad further back.  This blew up fast."
Seeing she was still hugging herself, Ed took her arm and led her into the parlour, pointing her at the fire.  "There, get warm, I'll get you some soup."

Vicky perched on the edge of the leather chair, afraid of getting it wet.  After walking through the snowstorm, the fire was heavenly.  The huge guy returned from the kitchen a pair of mugs, which he set down between them.  Vicky took the nearest one of soup and took a sip; even better than the fire.  He took a mug of his own, coffee by the smell of it, but didn't drink anything, just staring at her over the rim. Finding the silence suddenly unnerving, she felt the need to fill it with something.  "Erm, I'm Vicky," she said.
"Ed."
"Thankyou for letting me in."
"I could hardly leave you out there."
"Still.  I don't know what I would have done."
"Died from the cold, probably," he answered baldly.
Vicky took another sip of soup.  "So thankyou."

Ed looked toward the curtained window.  "They'll probably clear the road in a day or so," he said.  "They're pretty efficient here."
"Ok."
"In the meantime, you'll stay here."
"Thankyou," she said, though Ed saw her frown slightly; clearly she'd noticed him phrase it as a statement, not an invitation.
"I have a spare room, if you want," he added.  "Finish your soup, then I'll show you."
"That would be good, thanks," she said, looking unsettled.  Again, he'd phrased it as a command, not an offer.

Vicky's host didn't say anything else while she finished her soup.  Just stared at her in that same way he had before.  Once or twice she opened her mouth to ask him to stop, but each time she stopped, unable to find the words... and each time, she couldn't help noticing his eyes follow the movement of her lips.  And the rest of time... he didn't look her up and down like he was checking her out in a club, but she could feel him taking the sight of her.  For a brief moment she regretted the loose sweater and pants she'd chosen to drive in; then shook herself, this wasn't some kind of date.

When his guest's soup was finished, Ed put his coffee aside and stood up; "Come on then, follow me," he told her, again as a command.  "I'll show you your room."  He left the parlour without looking back, but could hear her footsteps following dutifully behind him.
The room he took her to was on the second floor, with the best bed of any of his guest rooms.  "The bathroom's through that door," he said. "There are some clothes in the wardrobe and dresser, towels in that drawer, and the restraints are in that one there."
As he'd expected, Vicky's eyes widened at the last part.  "Did you say-"
"Yes," he said.  "Restraints.  You know, in case I need to stop you from leaving or keep you still."
She backed away; the bathroom door was behind her, but he was between her and escape.  "Please," she began, but her voice tailed off.
"Please what?  Ok ok, I imagine you mean please don't what?"
"Please don't hurt me..."
"I won't hurt you.  I won't do anything you don't want me to.  But I might make you want things you don't want to want."

Vicky's heart was pounding.  He was close to twice as big as her; if he wanted to force her, she'd be powerless to stop him.  And even if she could get past him, where could she go?  She didn't know the house, and outside wasn't an option, not in the blizzard.
But he made no move to approach her; and she could see no tension in his body that suggested he might be about to attack her.  A momentary hope ran through her mind that this was just a macabre joke, but she knew it wasn't... and yet somehow she was sure it wasn't a threat either.  Her mind whirled between different emotions:  anger, confusion, fear.  She felt vulnerable, and trapped; but underneath it all, she felt... seen.

Ed watched the rise and fall of Vicky's chest slow as she got her breathing back under control.  A shame on one level; the sight of her breasts pressing against the material of her sweater had certainly been a delight.  But still, he sensed he'd be getting to see more soon enough.
"What... now?" she asked hesitantly.
"Now I take advantage of the girl stranded at my house, of course."  Without waiting for a reply or a reaction, he swept forward, grabbing Vicky and pulling her to him.  He put her arms behind her, holding them by her crossed wrists with one hand; with his other he took hold of her hair and pulled her head back, not hard enough to hurt her, but enough to leave her with no doubt that he was in control of her for as long as he wanted.  He bent his head down, his lips meeting hers.

Vicky almost panicked as Ed's hands took sudden hold of her; but true to his word, his grip didn't hurt.  And then his mouth was on hers, his tongue inside her.  The kiss seemed to go on forever, and Vicky's knees went weak from the intensity of it; by the time it was over, he was almost holding her up.
Ed let go and stepped away from her, but it was like his presence did not; as if the touch, the scent, and the taste of him were still on her. Her breath was thick, and her heart pounding again, but very differently from before.  He turned aside and opened the drawer he said contained restraints; without looking over his shoulder at her, he told her to take off her clothes.
Vicky sensed this was it, her last chance to say no; no, not that but maybe her last chance to mean it.  But she couldn't go back outside, couldn't drive her car if she did; she was trapped and helpless whatever she chose, so what did she have to lose letting this happen?  She reached under her sweater and pulled it over her head.

Ed removed two black silk scarves from the drawer and went back to the now-naked Vicky; he placed his hands on her shoulders, turning her away from him.  He tied the first over her eyes as a blindfold, trapping her hair under it as he did, then bound her hands behind her with the second.  "Don't worry, this is just to tide you over till I get the good stuff ready," he told her.  "Stand still there and wait."
Vicky stood there obediently as Ed tossed cuffs and chains onto the bed.  Next, he pulled out a red satin corset; lifting each of Vicky's legs in turn, he stood her within its circle, then slid it slowly up her body, letting her have a taste of how it would feel to have her legs bound. When it had reached her torso, he positioned it beneath her breasts, so it just lifted them a little.  Working round his captive guest's pinioned arms, he tightned the laces, cinching, repositioning, tying, pressing Vicky's body in, and making her breasts all the more prominent.  Finally satisfied, he removed a red ball-gag from the drawer and buckled it in place, again trapping her hair.
Ed turned Vicky back round to face him, relishing the sight of her still-nervous helplessness.  Reaching down and across, he picked her up in his harms, eliciting a squeal from behind her gag.  He carried her the short distance to the bed and set her down gently.

As Ed's arms slid out from under Vicky's body, it settled onto her bound arms, arching upward; between that and the corset, she knew her breasts must be standing out, accessible.  But it was her legs her host, or her captor now, she supposed, was concentrating on.  She heard the clink of chains as he buckled leather around each of her ankles, drawing her legs out and apart binding them in place... not just her breasts accessible now.
He knelt on the bed, astride her, the weight on him pressing down on her hips and mound; she moaned slightly in response, unsure if her gag stifled the sound.  Ed reached round her, untying her arms and pulling them up above her head.  He quickly used the scarf to tie one wrist to the headboard, then took his time to buckle a third cuff around her other; she tugged on it, to find another length of chain restraining it. Finally, he untied her last arm, replacing the scarf with its own cuff and chain.
No turning back now, she thought, though of course that point was already long past.  She felt Ed's fingers teasing at one of her nipples; then a touch, was it a finger or his tongue, on the other.  She'd already been trapped, she told herself again, this wasn't any different.
She felt another touch, this time at the other end of her, brushing over her mound, slipping briefly into her opening, lightly pinching her clit. She moaned again; this time she was sure he heard it despite the gag.  Another touch, something penetrating her... but it wasn't a finger, too rigid.

Ed slipped the vibrator into his captive's already-wet opening, and set it going on a slow hum.  He heard her whimper softly, as it began to build her.  Then he got off the bed.  He heard another sound from her, clearly interrogative this time.
"What were you expecting, silly girl?  I had plans for the evening, before you showed up and disturbed me.  Still, this should keep you primed until I'm ready for you."  That set off another burst of grunts and moans, getting all the more angry as he uncuffed one of her legs and brought it across to the other; easily countering her attempts to get it free, or kick him, he bound her legs together at the ankles and knees, sealing the vibrator inside her.
"Good night for now," he said.  "I'll be back when I'm back."  He turned out the light and left the room... though he paused for a while just outside the door, listening to Vicky's angry noises and struggles.  Once she wore herself out, and subsided into grumbling moans, he went downstairs to finish his movie.