by Mandie Mills
As he held his tongue against her swollen and hot clit, she whimpered and started shifting her body so it was moving against him, forcing him to stimulate and tease her.
“You want to come?” He pulled his mouth away and grinned up at her.
“No.” She glared at him.
“No? Your body is telling me you do.”
“Fuck off.”
“If you insist.”
He let go of her legs and stood up.
“What—” she cut herself off before she could protest further.
“You said to fuck off, so I’m going to fuck off.”
He turned on his heel and strode to the door. He opened it and then walked out into the hallway, closing the door with a loud thud as he did.
Elena wasn’t stupid and there was still a chance she wasn’t ready for him, so he just stood at the door and listened to hear if she tried to get up or shout for help. All he heard was her whimpering softly.
Excellent. She was ready.
He counted to ten and then strode into the room. She was exactly where he’d left her. The only change was that her legs were closed and she was squeezing her thighs together.
“You want to come?”
She didn’t say a word.
“If you want me to end it, then you have to tell me.”
After a moment she let out a deep breath and opened her legs for him.
She was ready.
He lay on the bed again, and this time he didn’t need to pin her legs down. She kept them spread for him all on her own.
He slipped two fingers deep inside her, and it was at that moment he felt something slightly sharp. They were the strings of her birth control.
“An IUD, good to know.” He grinned as he pressed his fingers against her G-spot and started rubbing it.
“Fuck.” She moaned and looked down at him.
“You want my tongue on you? You want me to lick that clit and make you come.”
“Yes.”
That word sent a pulse of pure electricity through him. Until that moment he’d been able to ignore his own arousal and focus on creating hers. Hearing her give in was almost too much. His cock grew so hard his jeans pinched him slightly and his balls tightened to a point that was almost uncomfortable. Adrenaline poured out from his glands and he had to fight the urge to rip out his cock and take her right then.
He needed to make her come first. He had to hear her beg him.
Taking a deep breath he leaned down and pressed his tongue against her clit, timing his strokes with his moving fingers.
“Fuck, oh fuck!” Her legs instantly started shaking beside his head. “Oh god!”
He started to slow his pace slightly.
“Don’t stop!” she begged the moment he pulled his tongue from her. “Please, I’m so close!”
With a grunt and a groan he pushed his tongue against her and went to town. He licked and sucked on her clit as he fucked her with his fingers, and she screamed in pleasure.
“Fuck! Yes. Oh god yes!”
Her walls contracted around his fingers as he felt the beginning of her orgasm. She was ready to come.
“Fuck!”
Her entire body bucked and writhed. Her voice screamed out in the silent room, and he just kept going.
“Fuck, stop. Please. It’s too much.”
Her legs tried to close as her thighs gripped his head. Her body shifted as she screamed and tried to get away from him, but he didn’t stop.
“Fuck!”
He felt her body hit that that peak again, and this time he did stop. He sat up on his knees and looked down at her as she fully experienced her orgasm.
“Fuck,” she panted as the pleasure finally seemed to dissipate and her body calmed and stilled. “Fuck.”
“What do you want?”
As she’d been enjoying her release, he’d pulled out his rock-hard cock and started stroking it. He was beyond ready for her, and he was imagining that every stroke was her mouth running up and down his hard length.
“You want me to fuck you?”
She bit her lip and stared at his cock. He could see her struggling again. Now that her mind was clear she didn’t know if she should give in and fuck him, or fight.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” he repeated, his voice slow and deliberate as he stopped his hand so it was resting around the head of his cock.
“Please.”
That word was even more powerful than ‘yes’. Now she wasn’t just agreeing and giving in to him. She was submitting to him.
He lay over her, pressing his pelvis against hers as his cock settled into the cleft of her pussy. She gasped and bit her lip as she stared up at him, and the look in her eyes was filled with desire and passion. There was no more fear, but there was still a hint of defiance.
Planting his hands on either side of her body he shifted until just the tip of him was pressing inside her opening. Then he grinned down at her, daring her to make the first move.
Elena stared up at him, her eyes flashing. After a moment she shifted just the slightest bit so he slid inside her.
That was what he’d been waiting for. She was ready.
He slammed inside her as hard and as fast as he could. She was so wet and ready for him there was hardly any resistance as her walls gripped him. Even loosened up from the foreplay she was still wonderfully tight.
He spread his knees and shifted up on her slightly so he could get the best leverage, then he began pounding inside her as hard and as fast as he could.
“Oh!” she cried out, her legs lifting as her hips tilted. Now he was as deep inside her as he could get. “Fuck!”
“Yeah, does that feel good?”
“Fuck that feels good.” She nodded as she stared up at him, her blue eyes flashing. “Fuck yes.”
He grunted as he felt his orgasm creeping up on him. He was so turned on he wouldn’t last long, but he wasn’t ready. He needed to see her come again.
With a grunt he changed so he wasn’t just pounding her. He made sure to shift with each thrust so his pubic bone was rubbing against her clit, and her reaction was instantaneous.
Her walls gripped him, her voice rang out in the room as she cried out to him, and eyes rolled back in her head.
“Fuck! Oh fuck.”
“You going to come on me?”
“Oh god...oh my god!”
She was so far gone with pleasure she was beyond hearing him, so instead he concentrated on steeling his resolve so he could last just a little bit longer. His body was cramping, his stomach and groin were tight, and he could feel the pressure deep in his cock that told him he was going to come. He needed to last just a moment longer. He was close, but she was closer.
“God!”
Her entire body contracted as her orgasm hit her hard and fast, and it was at that moment he gave into his.
The pressure released and it was as though his energy drained away with his orgasm as all the pent-up pressure and pleasure was released in one moment of pure bliss. He had to fight to keep himself over her and not collapse onto her body. With her arms tied behind her back he could have really hurt her, and that would have ruined his plans.
Chapter Seven
After he’d left her alone in the room, still bound and half naked, Elena was confused.
That had been the best sex of her life, even better than when they’d been on the side of the road.
The way he’d teased her body, bringing her right up to the moment before orgasm, then backing off and forcing her to come back down, had been incredible. When he’d started she really hadn’t wanted it. When his hands had touched her breasts she’d felt sick and scared, and pissed off. When he’d opened her sweater and pushed her shirt up, she’d been angry, but then he’d pinned her legs down and stared at her so hungrily that some of her anger had melted away.
When he’d put his mouth on her her a flush had moved over her skin and electricity had shot up and down her spine, and her resolve to fight him
had lessened with every flick of his tongue.
By the time he’d brought her right up that moment of pure pleasure before the crest of orgasm, she’d wanted to finish so bad it had physically hurt when he’d stopped, and she’d been lost the moment he’d touched his mouth to her again.
She still didn’t understand any of what was going on.
They were in her house, she was on her bed and was essentially the prisoner of this man whose name she didn’t know. And he’d found her because of something her dad had done fifteen years ago.
None of it made sense, but now that the initial fear had worn off she was thinking about things a little differently.
In the field she’d been terrified and so confused. When she’d been in the trunk of her car she’d wanted to die, or at least pass out so she didn’t have to experience whatever he was going to do to her. When he’d taken off the hood and she’d found herself in her room the terror had come back, then he’d told her he was going to fuck her and she was going to enjoy it.
That’s when the defiance and anger had come to play.
Trying to resist him, mentally and verbally saying no while her body had enjoyed it had fucked with her head, a lot. She’d felt that her body was betraying her and she had no control over herself. It had made her question whether or not she actually wanted it, and it wasn’t until she’d realized she did that her body and mind had synched up and she’d enjoyed every second.
One thing she’d never confessed to anyone was how much the idea of being dominated turned her on. Over the years she’d let things get a little rough, had even let one ex tie her up and fuck her, but it had never been enough.
Her fantasies were dark. She dreamed of being passed around a group of men, fucked until she was passing out and they were spent and done with her. She wanted to be treated like a slave, forced to pleasure her Master as he denied her any sort of stimulation. She longed to be spanked so hard her ass bruised, and she’d poured hot candlewax on her body as she masturbated, just to feel the burning pain as she orgasmed.
In a way, this was the ultimate fantasy.
A strong, virile stranger had found her, obsessed over her and planned this incredibly elaborate scenario so he could have her. He’d messed with her mind, fucked her senseless and then brought her home to continue the sexual and psychological torture.
He’d said he wanted to possess and master her, not just have her. She had no idea what he was thinking or wanting, but she had a feeling it was in line with her desires.
* * * * *
Elena had no idea when she’d fallen asleep, but movement on the bed jarred her awake.
It was dark in the room, and cold. Those were the first two things she noticed as her mind woke up.
Then she noticed the body on the bed with her. She held still as he rolled her onto her stomach. Her body tightened at the thought he might just stick his dick in her and fuck her until he came deep inside her, but instead his hands loosened and pulled off the ropes around her wrists.
After spending so much time bound and laying on her hands, they instantly went numb the moment they fell apart. From her elbows to her shoulders hung useless and limp, and he rolled her back over.
“Do you want to fight me? Or are you going to lay here like a good little girl as I fuck you?”
“Fuck you.” She grinned as her body tightened and a pulse of pleasure hit her right in the clit. She wanted him to fuck her, but she wanted to fight him.
The thought of actively trying to stop him while he overpowered her was so hot it made her instantly wet. She wanted to be a part of it this time.
It was still light enough in the room that she could see his face, so she assumed he’d seen her smile because he nodded and gave her a wicked grin.
“Feisty.” He pulled her shirt down and then climbed off the bed so he could fetch her pants. “Here.” He held them out so she could slip her feet into the leg holes, then pulled them up for her.
She had to plant her feet on the mattress so she could lift her hips as he slid them up, and when they were on he let her go.
“Your hands okay yet?”
“Not quite.” She shook her head and struggled to sit up. He helped her and then sat back, waiting patiently.
Her hands were now in the pins and needs phase, and it hurt. She resisted the urge to shake them out because she knew that would only make things worse. Instead she waited for it to pass.
It took a few minutes, but when the tingles had faded and she was able to make a fist, she nodded to him.
“Game on.” He grinned and stood up, hauling her off the bed with him.
“Game on.” She tried to hide her smile as she nodded. She was ready for this, and she wasn’t going to hold back.
It was incredible.
He didn’t hold back either, and he easily bested her as they wrestled and fought. Every time she thought she’d gotten free, he would shift and she’d be pinned. He ripped off her shirt, then tugged down her pants. He got her on her knees and shoved his dick in her mouth, his hand tangled in her hair as he guided her over his thick shaft as she choked and gagged on him.
She could barely breathe around him, and when he came, spilling down her throat with absolutely no warning, she did choke.
He tossed her on the ground, grinning as he watched her struggle to breathe and not throw up. She should have hated it. She should have been in tears and begging him to stop for real, but she loved every second of it.
He pinned her down and shoved two fingers deep inside her, throttling her pussy as she tried to get away from him. If felt incredible, but fighting was heightening every sensation and making it so much better.
She came in an explosion, then came again, and again as he kept finger fucking her. The third time somethings strange happened deep in her body. There was a pressure she’d never felt before, then there was the overwhelming urge to pee. A moment later the pressure had broken and she’d been overcome with the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced in her life as a warm wetness rushed out of her body and soaked the mattress.
It had been a little hard to fight after that. Her body had been spent and tingling, but the moment he’d tossed her onto her stomach and shoved her legs apart, she’d found her will again.
The sex had been hard, hot and violent. She’d fought him for every thrust and stroke, and it wasn’t until he finally came that she let her body relax and enjoy it.
It had been incredible, fucked up by anyone’s standards, but incredible.
* * * * *
When it was over Julian left her alone again, but went down to the kitchen to get her something to eat. He made her a sandwich and grabbed a bottle of water and an apple, then brought the food up to her.
She’d been sitting on her bed, fully clothed and smiling. She’d made no indication of wanting to come out of her room and had just taken the food, thanked him and dug right in.
He’d left her to eat and had gone downstairs to try and focus his thoughts.
Never in his wildest dreams had he thought things would work out the way they had. He’d hoped she’d submit to him, fantasized about her playing her part and giving in, but he still hadn’t fully believed it would happen.
She was incredible. Elena was the perfect balance between submissive and fighter. When she fought him she’d gone balls to the walls, the same as him. Their chemistry had been as explosive as their orgasms, and their compatibility was insane.
He’d never met a woman he felt as inherently comfortable with as he did with her. She was the first and only woman he could completely let go with, and it was the first time he could give in to his deepest and darkest desires.
He’d only scratched the surface with her. There were so many other ways he could fuck with her, and fuck her. One thing about Elena he was pleasantly pleased with was how she was mentally strong. She’d verbally sparred with him, even when he’d had a gun in his pocket, and she hadn’t broken when he’d revealed the truth.
She’d been shocked and disoriented, but once he’d gotten her back to her house and had started with the second part of his plan, she’d come to life and been everything he’d dreamed she’d be.
He enjoyed the mental control almost as much as the physical domination. He’d loved getting into her head and messing with her head. He hadn’t just wanted to control and use her body, he’d wanted to abuse her mind.
Having her question his every move, and second guess her own, was part of the fantasy for him. Lying about everything, creating this elaborate scenario, had been part of the fun. Creating mental chaos so he could have physical submission was the core of his fantasy, and Elena had bounced back beautifully.
The only thing he’d actually been untruthful to her about was their interactions in the car before she’d tried to run. He’d lied about the hijacking, about going to Midland, and pretty much everything else, but he’d confessed those lies when he’d hit her with the truth behind his plan and motivations.
When they’d been in the car and he’d lightened up he’d actually been testing to see if they were compatible outside of the physical attraction he had for her. He loved a woman with spunk and spark, and Elena was a fucking firecracker when she wasn’t fearing for her life.
She was perfect in every way, and he’d found her because her dad had destroyed his life. He’d possessed her because of his carnal desires, and he’d fucked with her head because it got him off.
This entire thing could have been the worst idea of his life. It could have been the thing that sent him back to jail, and he wouldn’t have been getting out after three years this time.
He’d had a burning desire, an itch he couldn’t scratch, and he’d gone for it without knowing the outcome. He’d taken a chance, and that chance had paid off.
He had no idea what was going to happen when reality hit and they were forced to leave the bubble of her townhouse. All he knew was that he had two more days with her, and he was going to experience everything he could.
Chapter Eight
For the next two days Elena stayed in her room, waiting for him to come to her. He brought her food and water when she needed it, but she knew better than to ask for more. He told her when to shower, but let her go to the bathroom whenever she needed to.
