by Mandie Mills
The rope around her wrists was tight and painfully bit into her skin. Her arms were twisted at a strange angle and there was pressure on her elbows and shoulders. She was immobilized, and she had no idea what he was going to do with her.
“No more talking.”
A piece of cloth was wedged between her lips and she could only squeal in shock and a little pain when he caught several strands of hair as he tied it behind her head.
Her mind was reeling. She couldn’t focus and think about any one thing. Everything he’d said was swirling around in her mind and she couldn’t process it.
She was barely aware of him popping the trunk of the car, but she was very aware when he picked her up and dumped her in it.
Elena wasn’t a small woman. She was tall and had curves, so she wasn’t exactly ‘trunk sized’. Her head was pressed against the side of the trunk, her knees were up close to her chest as her feet rested on the other side. With her hands bound and her mouth gagged, she was helpless.
The last thing she saw before the trunk closed was Tom, or whatever the hell his real name was, grinning down at her.
Chapter Five
Julian sat in the driver’s seat of Elena’s car and grinned as a feeling of peace and accomplishment settled over him. Everything was finally falling into place.
He’d told her the truth about everything except one small detail. He hadn’t spent the better part of fifteen years searching for the man who killed his parents. His search hadn’t been nearly as active as he’d let Elena believe. It hadn’t consumed his thoughts or actions, and it wasn’t until the last three years that he’d actually looked for him at all.
For the first ten years after the accident he’d been a little fucked up. With his parents dead he’d ended up in a group home for teenagers. He hadn’t had any family to take him in and he’d seen a lot of shit in the home. There was rampant drug use, everyone was fucking everyone, and there were fights every day. He’d never gotten into the drugs, but he’d fucked and fought like a champ.
At eighteen he’d been turned out onto the street with nothing to his name and no support system. School wasn’t an option for him, and he had no skills. He’d spent the next three years as a money runner for a loan shark.
His job was simple. He would pick up cash from clients who owed the boss, and if they didn’t have the money then he ‘persuaded’ them to make sure he had the payment the next time he visited.
The ring had been broken up when he was twenty-one and he’d been busted and sent to jail for a few minor racketeering charges. His sentence had been for five to ten years, but he’d been out in three thanks to overcrowding and good behavior.
That had shocked him into reality and forced him to change his ways.
Prison was nothing like the movies and everything from his nightmares. He’d been a constant target for fights because he refused to align with anyone. The guards had treated them all like shit, and he’d been attacked in his rack and jumped in the shower more than once by inmates trying to rape him.
He’d fought off every attack and no one had ever succeeded in assaulting him, but it had been three years of hell. When he’d gotten out he’d sworn he would never go back, and at twenty-five he’d started his life over.
With his record, getting a job was hard, but he always managed to find something. He paid his taxes, kept his nose clean and stayed away from anything illegal.
He didn’t date, but he fucked whomever caught his eye and wanted him, and he lived his life for himself.
Three years ago he’d needed answers. He’d needed to know who killed his parents. He needed to know if the man had suffered at all, or if he’d lived a perfect, karma-free life after destroying his. He needed a name to put to the face he still saw in his dreams.
It hadn’t been easy, but after two years he’d finally gotten a break. He had a name—Kevin Jacobs.
The only problem with that name was that it belonged to a dead man. He’d known it was him by the picture in his obituary, and that’s when he’d learned that Kevin was survived by his daughter Elena, and no one else.
When he’d gone to find her it had been to talk to her. To see if she knew anything about what her father had done, or if it had been a big family joke. She’d just been a kid and she hadn’t been there so it wasn’t her fault. He didn’t blame her for what her father had done. He’d just needed to know if Elena was privy to her father’s activities.
Then he’d seen her.
She’d been coming out of her house as he’d been parking his car across the street.
It was as though the world had stopped spinning for a moment, and every part of his being had zeroed in on her.
She was perfection. Everything from her long, thick hair to her deliciously curved body made him want her, but there was something in the way she moved that really caught his eye.
He didn’t know what it was exactly, but as he’d watched her bounce down her stairs and head down the street in the opposite direction, he’d needed to have her.
Sex for him had always been sex. It was about sticking his dick in a wet pussy and getting off. He wasn’t a giving lover, and he didn’t like to be tender and romantic. He liked hard, hot, and rough sex. He liked to fuck.
His fantasies had always run on the darker side. He loved a power struggle. He loved to feel a woman fighting and trying to stop him. He loved the back and forth, and he especially loved the moment they gave in to him.
It wasn’t a fantasy he indulged in very often. He only did it when he was with someone he knew wanted it too. They had to want to fight him, because if they didn’t then it was rape, and that didn’t do anything for him.
Then he’d seen Elena and he’d needed to have her. He needed to possess and master her, and the urge had been so strong he couldn’t think of anything else for days.
Every time he’d thought about her his body had grown tight. Pure adrenaline and desire would nearly overtake him, and he’d be so consumed with her that everything else would fade away. She’d dominated his fantasies as he’d imagined all the ways he could possess her.
That’s when he’d started planning.
His first idea had been to reach out to her. To ask her out and go on a date to see if she was into the same things he was.
But that was too tame and boring. He didn’t want to just fuck her, he wanted to fuck with her.
He needed to see what her limit was, and the more he’d thought about it, the more he’d known he needed to go balls to the walls with her. He needed to give in to every fantasy and desire, and completely experience her.
The thought that everything he was doing was illegal and he could very well end up back in jail once he was done was right there in the back of his mind, but he didn’t care. He would go back to hell to have one weekend with Elena.
A sudden noise in the trunk knocked him out of his musings and he shook his head. Elena was feisty, and passionate. She was the perfect balance between firecracker and sub, and it was time to go and test her out in more familiar territory.
He started the car and headed back onto the road that had brought them to the clearing.
Now it was time for the real fun.
Chapter Six
When Julian reached their destination he was almost giddy with excitement. This was the ultimate mindfuck. This was the place where he would either break her or own her.
He pulled the cloth hood he’d been itching to use out of the liner of his coat and turned it around in his hands a few times. It was simple and plain, but it was a powerful tool. He’d taken away her mobility and her powers of speech to subdue her. He’d left her with her sight to give her a false sense of control. The moment he took that away from her she would truly be helpless.
Suppressing a grin, he climbed out of the car and went to the trunk. She’d stopped making any sort of noise long ago and he wondered if she was still conscious. He put the key into the truck release and pulled it open as quickly as he could.
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p; She was awake. The moment the trunk opened she was blinded by the lights he’d turned on and she closed her eyes as she looked away from him. Perfect. She wouldn’t even see it coming.
He slipped the hood over her head, grinning as she tried to protest under her gag. The moment he let go it was as if all the fight went out of her and she lay passively in the trunk. She didn’t struggle as he scooped her up into his arms. She didn’t even fight when he shifted her so her head was leaning on his shoulder and he had a good grip on her.
When he was sure he wouldn’t drop her he headed up the small staircase that led out of the garage and kicked open the door to the house.
He knew the house well. He’d spent time in it, going through the rooms to see what was there. There was no alarm system, no dog, and no weapons that he could find.
It was a cute little house; very open and modern, but small. There were two bedrooms, a den and one and a half bathrooms. It had a small yard and the one car garage. It was everything a single person could ever need.
Elena had chosen well when she’d bought the place.
He carried her through the main floor and up the stairs to the bedrooms. Without even pausing he brought her into the master bedroom and lay her on the bed.
She didn’t move and made no indication that she was even still awake. The only way he knew she hadn’t passed out was by her breathing. Unconscious people didn’t gasp when they were put down.
He needed a few minutes to get ready and he was glad she was playing her part so perfectly.
It didn’t take him long to get the bag he’d stashed in her spare room closet. He’d only put it there yesterday while she’d been at work, but there’d been a chance she’d find it and would panic when she saw what was inside. He was glad she hadn’t looked.
He also brought the chair that was in the spare room into the master bedroom and set it up at the foot of the bed. He put the bag on the seat of the chair, and then went to sit on the bed next to her.
Her breathing sped up and her body tensed slightly as the bed shifted under them.
She was still awake.
He gripped the hood in one hand and tugged it off her, watching as she blinked and looked around. He saw the moment she realized where they were, and the pure panic and terror in her eyes made his cock grow hard and balls tighten. Fuck she was hot when she was scared.
“Welcome home.” He grinned as she stared up at him. “Do you want me to take the gag off?”
After a slight pause she nodded.
“If you scream there will be punishment. Understand?”
She nodded demurely and he reached down to pull off the gag.
He could see that she was struggling with not screaming. Every instinct in her body and mind would be telling her to scream and fight and do everything to bring help to her, but then there would be that small slice of logic reminding her that she didn’t want to be punished.
“Why are we here?” she asked when he didn’t say anything. She was still lying on the bed bound and helpless, but there was a small spark of fire in her eyes.
He didn’t say anything. He just grinned at her and she glared back at him.
“It’s all part of the mindfuck, right?”
“You learn fast.”
“So what’s the plan? You going to rape me in my own bed?”
“No. No one is getting raped tonight.”
“So you brought me here for milk and cookies? Do you even have an endgame?”
“I have an endgame.” He nodded and raked his gaze up and down her body. “It involves you screaming as I pound my dick into the tight little pussy of yours.”
“But you just said you weren’t going to rape me...”
“I’m not. I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to want it.”
She just stared up at him in shock and he couldn’t help laughing at her.
“You sick and twisted son of a bitch. You think I’m going to want to fuck you after all of this?”
“I know you are.” He licked his lips as he stared at her. “I will have you screaming and begging me, Elena.”
He saw a mask of resolve fall over her face. She was going to fight him every step of the way. Perfect. That’s exactly what he wanted from her.
He reached down and pressed his hand against the side of her breast, just holding it as she bit her lip and glared at him. After a pause he put his free hand on the side of her other breast, cupping them in his hands as he looked her up and down.
Her body was glorious. Every curve and dip made him hot and hard. He wanted nothing more than to strip her naked and feast on every inch of her, but that would have to wait until later. Right now he needed to show her just how much she wanted him.
She stiffened under his hands as he gently squeezed her breasts, then trailed his hands down the sides of her body until he reached the hem of her sweater. He traced his index finger up the zipper, then pulled it down so the sweater fell open. He groaned when he saw her bra through the thin material of her T-shirt. Yellow with pink flowers on it. Not what he would have guessed.
He ran his hands down her torso, making sure to rub his palms over her nipples as he passed over her breasts. When his hands reached the hem of her shirt again, he gripped it and tugged it up until the material was bunched up under her armpits.
He took a moment to admire her breasts as the bra she was wearing cupped and supported them so they were perfectly round even though she was lying down. He wanted to rip her bra off and teases her tits senseless, but that could wait. He needed to finish undressing her.
“It doesn’t matter what you do. I’ll never give in.” She was still glaring at him, and when his eyes locked on her defiant gaze, he grinned.
“You will,” he assured her.
“I won’t.”
He just gripped the waistband of her yoga pants and tugged them down. She fought to keep her knees together and not lift her hips, but the soft and stretchy material slid over her skin and he was able to tug them off with little difficulty.
“No underwear.” He stared at her perfect pussy, even as she tried to lift her knees and keep her legs closed. He loved that she shaved herself bald. He’d never been a fan of pubic hair on a woman. He loved the smooth, soft feel of bare skin on his face and against his lips.
“Fuck you.”
“Fuck me?” He laughed and shook his head. “I believe I’m about to fuck you.”
“Don’t.” She struggled as he grabbed her knees and wrenched them apart. “Stop it!”
“Mmmmm. Perfection.” He stared at her exposed body and bit his lip in anticipation. He was going to taste and tease every inch of her, just not quite yet.
“Stop. Let me go.” She struggled and fought to close her legs as he pinned her knees down on the bed. She was pretty flexible, that could make things even more interesting. “Please, stop it.”
“I’ll stop it. When I’m done with you.”
Some of the defiance was gone from her eyes and was slowly being replaced by fear. That wouldn’t do. He didn’t want her passive and afraid, he wanted her angry and active.
He pressed her knees down into the mattress a little harder, until she gasped and he felt her muscles resist, then he leaned down and lowered his mouth to her.
Gently, slowly, he ran just the tip of his tongue up her slit, taking care to flick her clit as he passed it. She was so wet it made him smile. Her clit was already swollen and blood rushed to her lips as she became engorged. Her body wanted him, now he just had to make her mind agree.
He kissed her clit then shoved his tongue as deep inside her channel as he could. Her body stiffened and she gasped as he held his tongue inside her for a moment, then he pulled it out and licked up her slit again.
He might have wanted her screaming and begging him, but he didn’t want her to give in too quickly. He wanted to tease and torture her. To feel her body tense and shake as she neared her orgasm, and then feel it shudder and protest as he backed off and forced her to calm
down before he started all over again.
“Uh.” She tried to stifle her cry as he lapped at her clit, lashing his tongue back and forth against it hard and fast.
“Oh.” She gasped, almost involuntarily, as he pressed the flat part of his tongue against her and held it still for a moment.
“Ah!” This time she did cry out, and her body jerked as he sealed his mouth over her clit and started sucking on it, slow and hard. “Ah, gah!”
She was trying very hard to not let him hear how much she was enjoying it, and when he felt her legs shaking under his hands he knew she was getting close.
“Fuck!” Her body convulsed under his hands as he pulled his mouth off her clit and held her down. “Argh.”
He grinned as he looked up at her. She wasn’t glaring at him anymore. Her eyes were glazed and a little bright, and her face was flushed. It was working.
He licked his tongue up her slit then blew on her, gripping her tighter as her body jumped from the sensation. He had no idea if she’d ever experienced that before, but she definitely seemed to like it as she grew even wetter and he watched her pussy contract slightly.
And so he continued with the torture. He took his time as he toyed with her. He fucked her channel with his tongue, sucked on her clit and then switched to just flicking it with his tongue. He would pause, pull back and stare up at her, then give her a little lick and pause again.
Over and over again he brought her right up to the moment before orgasm, then watched as her body calmed enough for him to start again. When she was good and primed, almost screaming in both ecstasy and frustration, he pressed his tongue against her clit but didn’t move it at all. That was the moment she gave into him.
