Last time Vicky had been this way, the snow had been heavy enough to trap her car, leaving her stranded; now, the autumnal air only carried a foretaste of rain and the scent of fallen leaves.  It was still cold as she got out of the car though, and the dress she'd chosen for the occasion didn't do much to help.  At least she could drive right up to his door this time; with any luck he'd have heard her car and be ready to answer it quickly... or to put it another way, with any luck he wouldn't be out.  She rang the bell and waited.

   ****

The evening was drawing in, and Ed was pottering in the kitchen, trying to decide what to make for dinner.  Every so often the sound of a car echoed from in front of the house, but he took no notice even when one sounded oddly loudly; it was a surprise when the doorbell chimed.  The figure the greeted him when he opened the door was even more of one, even if very welcome.  "Vicky!" he exclaimed; she was wearing a long green gown that put him in mind of a torch singer in a 40's nightclub.
"You'd better let me in, chump, if you know what's good for you," Vicky replied in a tone somehow combining cold and sultry.  Ed mentally adjusted his impression of her dress to femme fatale.

"Why should I let some dame tell me what to do?" he asked, putting on his best film noir accent.
"With what I've got on you, you wouldn't want to leave me in the cold," Vicky answered; "I might just drag you out to join me."
"And what do you think you have on me?"
"Last year you kept a girl here for two days.  Did all kinds of dirty things to her.  Even filmed yourself doing it.  I want to know what you're going to do to stop me going to the cops, or the papers."  She flashed him a quick smile, then hardened her expression again.

So that was her game.  "You'd better come in," he said, keeping the accent.  He led her into the lounge where she sat herself down in his chair without waiting for an invitation.
"So now it's time to pay up," she said.
"What is it you want?" he asked.
"You know what I want," she purred in reply, slowly pulling up her dress.  "Get on your knees for me."

Ed eased himself down, keeping his eyes on Vicky as her hem passed her knees, slipped up her thighs past the tops of her silky stockings, and then revealed that those stockings weren't paired with any other kind of underwear.  He shuffled forward, putting his hands on her knees. "Damn you, devil minx," he said; "you really are a man's undoing."
"Then don't disappoint me," she answered.
He shuffled forward some more, transferring his hands to her hips, then leaned in until his mouth found her mound.

At first he kissed her labia, slipping his tongue in like he would her mouth; she was already moist, obviously she liked this game.  He turned his attention to her bud, starting with light, fast licks to build up some quick stimulation; he could sense her wriggling above his head, and her thighs closed on him a little.  He tightned his own grip on her thighs in response; but not enough to break the scenario... plenty of time to be the one in control of her later.  He slowed his pace a little, trailing kisses then nips along her inner thighs.  He remembered her body well from their last encounter; it remembered him too, building and flushing under his attention.

Ed returned to Vicky's bud, this time licking more slowly and forcefully, giving her arousal time to deepen.  Not just hers; her could feel his cock swelling inside his trousers as his own body responded to her heat and proximity.  It wasn't many more minutes before she was moaning; he sensed another movement above him, her arms he thought... he wasn't sure what she was doing, but he pictured her playing with her nipples as she took her pleasure from the victim of her blackmail.  The thought impelled him to pick up the pace again, though kept the pressure from his tongue as firm as possible.

Vicky was definitely moaning now.  Had she missed this too?  He slid his hands around her so he was grasping her bottom rather than her hips; he gave her another squeeze as he did.  At the same time he redoubled his efforts on her clit, mixing up tongue, lips, even teeth a couple of times.  It wasn't many more minutes until he felt her body flush as she passed her threshold; above him she let out a squeal followed by a long sigh.
"Not bad, boyo," she said.  "That'll do for now."

That was Ed's cue of course.  He sprang upwards, his body trapping her in the chair suddenly and completely.  Her hands were on her breasts as he'd thought; it was only moments before he'd caught and pinned them.  He held her like that for a second, before sliding her hands together to it would take only one of his to keep them in place.  He trailed the fingers of his newly freed hand down her cheek, her jaw, her throat, her collarbone, before settling them over her breast and squeezing.  "Did you really think you could get away with blackmailing me?" he asked, switching his tone from sap to gangster.

   ****

"Did you really think you could get away with blackmailing me?" Ed asked, his voice low and menacing.  Vicky felt a delicious chill run up her spine at it.
"Of course I did," she said.  "I expected to get away it, and then I expected to not get away with it."
"Well, then you're right on the money," Ed said in his normal voice.  He planted a quick kiss on her mouth.  "But part one's done and we're definitely into part two now."
"No!  You can't!" Vicky gasped, trying to sound scared.

"Oh I can," Ed said.  "You picked the wrong guy to make a sap out of, lady!"  He stood up, pulling Vicky after him by his grip on her wrists, and used the momentum to hoist her over his shoulder.  He carried her out of the room like that, holding her in place by a hand on her ass.
"What are you going to do with me?" she asked.
"Give you what you deserve," he growled.

He headed up the stairs, adopting a lurching gait that bounced Vicky around on his shoulder, letting her feel her new helplessness.  She tried to trace their course based on her memories of the house, but she'd spent so much of her time going round it being carried, or blindfolded, or crawling on her hands and knees, that it was easy to get turned around.  In the end he took her to the room she'd stayed in before, dumping her unceremoniously on the bed; it seemed to be made up, and Vicky wondered briefly if he'd been expecting company.  If so, he gave no sign of it, just saying, "Stay put," and turning to the dresser where she remembered he kept the restraints.

Should she try to run so he could recapture her, or act cowed?  Cowed, she decided; having been so confident in the power of her sexuality and blackmail that his sudden physical dominance had shocked her into submission.  In any case, Ed didn't give her much time to make up her mind; he was back in thirty seconds; before she could react, he grabbed her wrist again, stretching it out to the headboard and buckling a leather cuff over it.  He repeated the process with her other wrist; this time she struggled, letting herself thrill as forced her arm into place before restraining it.  Then it was the turn of her legs; pulled apart and helplessly cuffed, hiking her dress back up her legs.

From blackmailer to captive in a few minutes... "Please, let me go," she said, putting the right waver into her voice.
"I told you," Ed said as he clambered onto the bed above her; "you chose the wrong guy to blackmail."  As he knelt astride her, he opened his trousers, letting his cock free.  "Now how to you have you," he mused; "gag that mouth of yours or go for the good stuff?"
The good stuff, Vicky thought.
"The good stuff," he decided, as if he'd heard her.  He adjusted his position, then took hold of her ass again, lifting her slightly, and guided himself into her.

In keeping with their scenario he pumped into her hard, ruthlessly... but the way he'd eaten her out, and the way he'd manhandled her, the way he'd bound her, and really, just the him of him, it had all left her body fired up and her passage slick for him; her arousal rebuilt quickly as he filled her, then filled her, then filled her again.  Vicky mewled and moaned as she plateaued, but held off from letting herself come again; she wanted to match hers with his... but that didn't stop her writhing underneath him, bucking her hips upward to meet his thrusts.  Finally she felt his moment of tension and relaxed; her orgasm flooded through her as Ed's cum flooded into her.

Ed rolled off of her and stretched.  "Did you get your job?" he asked, menacing voice gone.
"Yeah," she said.  "And as I thought, I'll be passing this way a couple of times a year."
"Good for you," he smiled.  "And good for me too.  It's great to see you again, Vicky."
Vicky gave her restraints a little tug, coupled with sinuous wriggle of her body.  "So are you going to untie me?"
"Oh, hell no.  My ruthless blackmailer is staying right here while I cook dinner.  I'll come and get you when it's done."

   ****

Ed fished a ball gag out of the drawer and gestured with it to Vicky.  She opened her mouth obligingly, and he inserted it behind her teeth, buckling it in place.  He gave a hair a quick stroke, then left.  As he headed downstairs he tried to turn his thoughts away from the imprisoned Vicky and back to what to cook; he'd wanted to go all out on something fancy, and now he had the perfect reason to.