by D W Marshall
My hands shake as I go at the task of removing my top and bottoms. I’m in my pajamas, so once they are off I’m as naked as Tyson. I’ve never been this naked with a man before. I’ve had boyfriends, and we’ve made out and touched this or that, but down to my bra is about as far as I’ve gone. My virginity has always been too special to give away to just anybody, and I’ve never liked a guy enough to explore further. Except for Liam. Apparently, we were both too idiotic to act on our feelings. I liked him too much, and I think I couldn’t get past the fact that he might not reciprocate. Or worse, that we would be lousy together and ruin our friendship. Now I wish I had just dove in. At least my first time would have been with someone that I’m madly in love with, instead of this stranger.
I stand completely naked in front of Tyson. He is very attractive and is going out of his way to make me think he is sweet and that I have a fucking choice in the way this all goes down, but the bottom line is, he is a stranger—a kidnapper—who is about to break me in half.
He pulls me close to him and wraps me in a tight, and unexpected embrace. His erection is thick and smooth and warm against my breasts—too near my face for my comfort. While he holds me in his strong arms, I see the other guard isn’t taking his time with Violet. He has her sprawled across the bed, her legs wide open, and his face buried between them. My heart breaks for her because her moans mean that despite her fear and desire to be anywhere but here, her body won’t allow her to ignore her physical feelings. Based on the moans and sighs escaping her, it must feel good. The sounds coming from her bed causes warmth and moisture between my legs. My stomach churns and roils and it’s like a horrific traffic accident that I can’t look away from even though I should.
Tyson’s touch brings my attention back to my own horror show. He places my hands on his cock. I say silent prayers for a way to survive this. He is bone-hard with warm, smooth skin. My hands shake as he guides my hands up and down the shaft. When I dare a glance at his face, I can see by his hooded eyes and the way his head falls back that he is enjoying what I am doing to him. For some crazy reason, I like that I have the ability to make him feel this way. My stomach flip-flops and flutters, and my body clenches and contracts.
“Mason says that we need to spend some time letting you two get used to these.” He gazes down at his erection. “Since I’m your personal guard I get to show you. I won’t have sex with you, though. It’ll be too much all at once, but I really want to,” He breathes as I continue to stroke his shaft.
Electricity shoots through my entire body at the thought of this massive cock inside of me. Just the idea of looking into his gorgeous face while he is inside of me has a cocktail of chemicals mixing inside of me, making me want something that I should never want in a place like this. I hate myself for being reduced to weak flesh when I should fight or run. I don’t respond to him. What can I say?
“I’m told we have a few days to turn you two into sex pros before the big coming out party.” He guides my hand to stroke faster. “That’s it.” His hips roll in subtle circles. “You’re a natural at this,” he compliments me, and for the briefest moment I forget where I am. I imagine I met Tyson while out with Maddie, and I’ve decided to hook up. People give into their basic animal instincts and do it all the time. I squeeze his shaft tighter and pump my hand faster, urged on by his moans. I can do this, I can fake that I am anywhere other than here. That is, until Violet yells out, her voice wet with ecstasy. I freeze. The room and my circumstances come back into view and a shiver runs through my body.
Tyson stares at me and the expression on his face, just for the briefest second, is the fear that I feel. He quickly covers it. We are locked in a stare before he snaps out of it. He reaches his hand out for me and guides me to the bed on my back. I stare up at him, looking for the glimpse he shared with me. His features rest in a position that tells me that he wants to be here about as much as I do. His mouth forms a grim line and his brows furrow. There is sadness in his eyes. He shakes his head quickly.
“Sorry,” he mouths. Then he rubs his cock on my stomach. He is warmer against the tender skin of my stomach than he was in my hands. My body betrays my every wish. My sex warms and clenches with want. Liquid moisture prepares me for what is coming.
Sorry? Did I misread his lips? I’ve never been a good lip reader. I’m so confused. He’s so gentle with me. So kind. He’s sorry? Who is this guy?
“How does that feel?” He stares down at me and asks.
I don’t know how to answer his question. If this was the scenario I trumped up in my imagination for the sake of survival, I’d have an answer for sure. I nod. He is confusing me with his kindness, making me feel like I could tell him no and he would actually stop. He smiles down at me like a lover and not the stranger that he is. My body betrays my mind and my hormones crave his touch.
“See? Cocks are not as scary as you thought.” He leans over and kisses me on the lips.
What?
“I know this is scary,” he says as he rubs his cock around the opening of my sex.
A gasp escapes me. The feeling is delicious. No matter what my mind might want, my body wants this, especially down there. I’m slippery with wetness and anticipation. My body moves in a rhythm that I don’t understand. The moaning coming from Violet and the other guard makes the feelings even stronger. I am losing the battle between my mental clarity and the sensations that are wracking my body.
“I asked Mason if I could be your personal guard during your stay with us. I admire your fire. I want this journey to be smooth for you, not scary.” His voice is low, as if on purpose, but I am sure there can be no secrets between these walls. Mason gives the impression that he is the all-knowing ruler of this world he has created.
The head of his cock slips on the wetness and dips inside and the pressure is all consuming. My voice shakes and vibrates on an exhale.
He is killing me. My conscience is at war with what it knows is right and what it definitely knows is wrong. My body is telling me that it wants more—more pressure at my apex, more of his soft voice that blankets me in comfort, more of him. I need to get back to my hookup scenario quickly.
How can this stranger make me feel like he cares for me? He’s fooled me so far. I don’t know if he plans to flip the script on me and turn out to be crazy or abusive, but right now in this moment he has a modicum of my trust. As much as I can, I give it to him in this moment, in this space. He has been nothing but gentle with me. I remember his voice—him being protective of me with the other kidnappers. He caught me when I stumbled. He is taking his time with me now.
But this is wrong. It should be Liam. He’s the man that I want to be devoted to. He’s the one who I have shared a bed with many nights. I imagined him touching me and kissing me a million times. He’s the one that my virginity belongs to. Liam isn’t here.
When Tyson’s mouth claims mine, I return his kisses. Our mouths fit together like intricate puzzle pieces. How is that even possible?
His scent is heady—a hint of musk and him. I decide in this moment that I want him to want to help me. I need him to.
“Thank you,” I say around our kiss. “For making me feel safe in this house of horrors.”
He pulls his face away from mine and stares down at me with sadness in his eyes. A slow smile tugs at one corner of his mouth, then disappears from my sight. He begins spreading my legs apart. His head lowers and his mouth is on my sex. His tongue slides slowly up my flesh and my body. My legs tremble in his hands, as he slides his tongue back down.
“Fuck. Oh.” His tongue dips inside of me and the sound that comes out of me is foreign. I’ve never felt anything like this. Every nerve in my body has zeroed in on the new and unfamiliar feelings down there and what is happening to me. “Ooh. Ohh,” I cry out as Tyson’s tongue glides across my over-sensitized opening. His lips and tongue suck my clitoris and my hips can no longer stay on the bed. My heartbeat is erratic and begins to increase. This is different than any time
I have brought myself to orgasm. My skin feels like it can’t stay. I don’t know what to do with myself. My hands itch and tingle.
“If you come for the first time with me, I just might take you out of this place and keep you for myself,” he mumbles from between my legs.
I can’t keep my thoughts straight. Liam, I’m so sorry. I was saving my first time for you. The next thing I know, Tyson slips two fingers into my opening and I can no longer take it. I explode around his fingers. My body is all nerve endings and fiery sensations. I can’t catch my breath as he continues to punish me with the pleasure of his expert mouth devouring my sex, while his skilled fingers drive in and out of me. My orgasm splinters and fragments, going on and on. I scream out.
I let everything out—rage, pain, fear, and shameful pleasure. I scream and scream. A heavy weight envelopes me, and I feel terrible…and good. He pulls me onto his lap and wraps me in his arms.
“That was so fucking beautiful.” His mouth is close to my ear and he continues. “I hope you fall asleep in your Chamber so that I can spend a proper evening with you.” He kisses my tears. “I know this is scary for you. I promise to help you. I won’t let anyone hurt you. Okay?”
I nod my head. I want to trust him, but I can’t. For his promise of service to protect me, though, I will say anything. I’d be lying to myself if I said I wasn’t clinging on to the hope that there was a sliver of truth in his promises.
There is a commotion at the door.
“More guards are coming. Mason wants them all to get to know you, help you with your innocence.” I can’t stop that, but I will make sure that they are kind, and I will make sure that they are gentle with you. Okay?”
I nod my head at my new, very valuable ally in understanding. My stomach tightens with anticipation at the nightmare that awaits me on the other side of the door.
Within moments, the room is full. There are now four more guards with us, and all are naked. None are as well-endowed as Tyson or the other guard, Gabe. I’m alone on the bed. Tyson is no longer by my side, and I’m gripped with fear.
Two of the guards stand before me, eager to get their turns with the virgin. I glance at their faces, and my heartbeat is palpable. A lump grows in my throat. I scan the room and find Tyson, who has not taken his eyes off of me. Instantly, my fear dwindles down to something I can handle instead of this large bundle that feels too large to contain. I can do this. It’s just sex. It’s not my mind or my soul. I can keep my loved ones safe. I smile at Tyson and he returns it with a dashing grin. He can feel my strength. I nod at him and he nods back. I turn my attention to the new guards. I’m less afraid. Nervous, but less afraid.
“Kiss me,” says the guard right in front of me. His eyes look down, instructing me to exactly where his hand grips his erection.
I kneel down like Sapphire did earlier in the round room and he puts his erection in my face. I glance over at Tyson and he watches intently. The guard shakes his erection in his hand, urging me to take it. I wrap my hand around him, and, closing my eyes, I run my tongue on the tip of it. It tastes saltier than I expected. I put the whole tip in my mouth and begin to suck. I suck harder and his hips thrust forward and I like the sense of control I feel when he moans.
“Fuck, yeah, bitch! Suck it!” he says.
I guess those were the wrong words because two seconds later he is getting up from the floor, with a very naked and angry Tyson standing over him.
“Respect! These women are employees and no different than us. Respect them, or I guarantee you that you’ll be out on your ass! Now get the fuck out of here. I will relay the details of your visit to Mason.”
The guard runs out of the room with his erection flopping up and down against him and his hand holding the side of his face where Tyson decked him.
“Are you okay?” Tyson is beside me at once.
“Yes.”
He stays close to me while the other guard allows me to use his dick to practice giving blow jobs. I work my tongue around him in circles. Tyson guides me back onto the bed. I comply because right now I would follow him just about anywhere. I pull the guard with me with my hand and he follows. I begin to suck his erection. I’m on my hands and knees on the bed with the red pillows.
Yesterday I was a virgin, going to sleep excited about my birthday trip. Today I’m on all fours with a naked man’s dick in my mouth. And as I feel the bed depress, I know I have a naked, well-endowed Tyson behind me. I smile inside, because he’s the one who is there. I realize that today is my birthday.
Happy fucking birthday to me.
I feel Tyson’s lips on my bottom. His soft breath against my skin makes my body tingle. Next, I feel the heaviness of his large cock, rubbing against the length of my sex—from opening to clitoris. It feels good. I push back against him, but he avoids my advances. What the hell is wrong with me?
I continue to suck the dick that is in my mouth, but my true attention is on one man. He is the safety net I have latched on to. I roll my hips and moan at the pressure of his erection running along my heated flesh. I arch my back and press my bottom back into him.
“Behave. I’m not going to go inside of you. It’ll rip you apart.” He leans forward and whispers in my ear. “We will have our time together, when you are ready for me.” He kisses me on the cheek. I smile with excitement at the thought. I continue to mouth the guard’s penis. My jaw is getting tired. The door swings open and a very naked Mason walks through.
“I have to leave now,” Tyson says. “I trust Mason with you. He’ll be gentle. Happy Chambermaids equal happy customers,” he promises.
I nod my agreement. Everyone leaves us alone. It’s just the three of us.
“Ladies. Ladies. Little Mason can’t wait to get to know you.” He grabs his full erection and shakes it in our direction. “I hope that my guards eased your tension about dicks and pussies? It’s not as gross and scary as it seems. If done right, it can be the best feeling you’ll ever experience in this lifetime. You will learn this year that sex, and some pain,” he holds up his thumb and index finger to indicate a small amount, “can be a mind-blowing combination. Just think how exciting your sex lives will be when you return home.”
Liam. Will he even want me after this?
“Flame, please climb onto your bed.”
Me first? I don’t want to be first. My heart slams against my chest. I need Tyson. He calms me. But I can’t ask for him.
“Face up and close your eyes,” he instructs.
This is it. My innocence is gone. I will be a woman in every way. Liam won’t want me because I will have nothing to give him.
“Violet, please climb onto your bed. Same position.”
I lay still and wait for what seems like forever. I try to fight the tears that escape my eyes, but I can’t. My chest heaves. Tears spring free from my eyes. I don’t want to be afraid. I want to show him strength, because I have a feeling that he respects it, but I am shaking.
“Hi, there.”
I hear the familiar voice and a calm washes over me. It makes no sense, this connection that I feel to this stranger. A smile grows across my face, and my eyes fly open to see Tyson standing over me. It’s like he heard my silent plea.
Mason pops into my view.
“I watched earlier and noticed how at ease you are with my head of security. It’s rare that we have two virgins in a Chamber. Not many Chamber candidates remain chaste into their twenties.” He offers me a smile that comes off as more creepy than comforting. “Seeing how I can’t help two virgins at once, this is my rare gift to you. Consider it a birthday present to you both. That is, if you can handle that much man your first time,” he says and winks.
I do my best to contain my excitement. I don’t care if I can’t walk for a month. I need this. I look at Tyson in surprise. We share the same birthday? Maybe that’s the connection I have with him. Maybe this won’t be my worst year ever.
I nod my agreement. Both of these men have shown me kindness.
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nbsp; My fear ebbs. I stare with intent at Tyson. If my first time can’t be with Liam, then I want my first time to be with him. Sure, I may be left disabled, but the feeling that he gives me—that this is somewhat in my control, whether that’s imagined or not—makes this entire moment less scary. At least with Tyson I will feel cared for. He has shown me that much in such a short time.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks and he looks down at his massive erection. “I’ll try to be gentle with you.”
I nod again. In a daring, bold move, I come up onto my knees and take him into my hands. I ease my mouth onto his erection. I have to stretch my lips as far as they will open to get the tip into my mouth, and there’s not much room left. So instead of ripping my mouth, I suck the tip and swirl my tongue around and around it. I draw the tip back into my mouth and suck in earnest, showing my appreciation. I gag a couple of times, and hear his soft giggle.
He moans, which makes me try harder. I quickly realize if I drop my jaw I don’t feel the urge to gag as much. I take more of him into my mouth, much farther than before. His hips move. He likes it. He moans again when I pull and suck harder. I look up at him and he is gawking at me in shock. I have at least half of his length in my mouth and I taste his saltiness. He has given me the best gift. He has eased my fear and I will be forever grateful to him.
In a swift move, he’s no longer in my mouth. I lick my lips. I want to remember how he tastes. I may need to recall this memory when times get rough in The Chamber. He directs me to lie on my back. I do as I’m told. He leans down and puts his mouth on my nipple, and I squirm as heat and tingling sensations rock my body. He sucks on each nipple and gives them a tug. They answer back with how hard and sensitive they become. I really didn’t know my body could feel this way. He lets go of my nipples and trails kisses up my body until his lips find mine. My moans are an invitation for more and he gives it to me, as he trails kisses down my throat, my neck, my ear. Fire ignites within me and blazes across my body.
