There is this guy in my international relations lecture who sits two rows in front of me. I do not know his real schedule. I just know he is there on Mondays Wednesdays and Fridays with the same notebook and the same pen and he takes notes like a person who actually cares about foreign policy which is honestly kind of hot in a way I cannot explain.

His name is Anders. I found that out because the professor called on him once and he answered the question correctly and I thought okay. Okay fine.

I am a bit cautious about being too openly slutty at school. I keep that side of me pretty low key on campus because the last thing I need is somebody in my tuesday seminar knowing what I am into. But Anders was different. He did not give off that energy at all. He was quiet and polite and wore sweaters and I think that is exactly why I wanted him to ruin me.

After class on Friday I walked up to him and said "Do you want to study together sometime."

He looked at me like I had asked him to solve world hunger. "Yeah. Sure. When?"

"Tonight?"

He blinked. "Okay."

I went to his apartment that night. It was small and clean and he had actual bookshelves which I noticed immediately. We sat at his kitchen table with our laptops open and our textbooks out and we studied for about forty five minutes and the whole time I was thinking about what I had seen when I walked past his bedroom.

Rope. On his nightstand. Not hidden. Not tucked away. Just sitting there like it belonged.

I do not know how else to explain what happened next except to say that I closed my laptop and looked at him and said "I saw the rope in your room."

His face went red. Not pink. Red. Full color change.

"It's. I." He was staring at the table. "It is for climbing."

"It is not for climbing."

He looked at me. I could see him doing the math. I could see him trying to figure out if this was a trap or a test or if I was genuinely saying what he thought I was saying.

"Do you want to use it on me," I said.

He did not say anything for about five seconds. Then he said "Yes."

We went to his bedroom. He picked up the rope and I watched his hands. They were steady. Whatever nervousness he had at the kitchen table was gone. He knew what he was doing with this. The sweaters and the foreign policy notes and the polite answers in class were all real but this was also real and I think I liked him more for both of them existing in the same person.

"Lie down" he said.

I lay on his bed and put my arms above my head and he tied my wrists to the headboard. Not too tight. He checked twice. He asked if I could feel my fingers and I said yes and he asked if I was okay and I said yes and then he stopped asking.

He pulled my jeans off and then my underwear and he looked at me spread out on his bed with my hands tied above my head and I watched his expression change. That quiet polite guy from the lecture hall was looking at me like he wanted to take me apart.

"Condoms are gross" I said. "Just so you know."

He paused. "You sure?"

"I am very sure."

He undid his belt and pushed his pants down and his cock was hard and I pulled at the rope just to feel it hold me and that feeling alone made me wet. The resistance. The knowing I was not going anywhere and whatever happened next was his call.

He got on top of me and pushed my legs apart with his knee and I felt the head of his cock press against my pussy and he pushed in slow.

I gasped. He was bigger than I expected and the angle with my hands tied above me meant everything felt deeper. He held my hip with one hand and braced himself with the other and started fucking me and I could not grab him or pull him closer or do anything except lie there and take it and that was the whole point.

"Harder" I said.

He went harder. The headboard hit the wall and I did not care. He put his hand on my throat and squeezed just enough that I could feel the pressure without losing air and I moaned and he squeezed tighter.

"You like this" he said. Not a question.

"I love this."

He fucked me like that for I do not know how long. My wrists were burning against the rope and my legs were shaking and every time I thought he was going to stop he went deeper. He spat in my mouth and I swallowed it and he called me a good girl and I came so hard I thought I was going to pass out.

He was close. I could feel it. The way his rhythm got uneven and his grip on my throat tightened.

"Cum inside me" I said. "I want to feel it."

He came inside my pussy and I felt every second of it. He pushed all the way in and held there and I could feel him pulsing inside me and my whole body was still shaking from my own orgasm and I pulled at the rope one more time just to feel the burn.

He pulled out and untied me and rubbed my wrists where the rope had pressed and he was gentle about it which made the whole thing somehow hotter. The same hands that had just choked me and pinned me down were now carefully checking if I was okay.

People are weird. People are wonderful and weird and the quiet ones are always the most surprising.

I got dressed and he walked me to the door and I kissed him on the cheek and said "Same lecture Monday."

He laughed. He actually laughed. And I thought I have a feeling him and I are going to get to know each other this semester.