"Why are you struggling?"
Finn tries to move, but his wrists and ankles are held tight to the soft, silk bed by the thick leather straps. His captor is exotic, flawlessly and beautifully nude in the soft candle light, and brings with her spirit the intoxicating and seducing essence of lavender and cinnamon on a primal level.
"Don't struggle, Finn," she says, "you wished for this."
He does not resist her touch as he struggles to remember where he came from. As his body reacts to her presence, he remembers wishing for erotic times with beautiful women, but that was the general wish of all young men, noting this specific.
"You'll love it," the woman says. "Don't you want me to make you feel good? To give yourself over to me?"
Finn squirms as she massages his naked cock; his body betrays him as blood flows to her touch. He loves it. He does want her to make him feel good. He is enthralled with her yet some little part of his mind fights against his male urges to give himself over. This is all too fast and he is too confused. None of this makes any sense to him. He doesn't remember how he arrived in this place; he just IS in this place with no escape. Yet deep down, at the primal level in all men; that level that makes them want to mate and be inside of a woman, he knows that he will never leave and that he will inevitably give this woman what she wants. It is what he wants too.
