It's cold. Really cold. He's left me tied to the bed, exhausted and naked, with a window wide open. The night breeze dances across my bare stomach and breasts. I was so confused about everything. Not about the situation I was in, but at my reaction to what just happened to me.
Was I just raped? If I was raped then why did I enjoy it so much? Why did I beg him to pound into my flesh time and time again? Why did I beg so desperately for that final release? All of these thoughts swirled around in my head as I slowly drifted off to sleep.
A banging nearby jerks me awake. The breeze has stopped so someone must have closed the window. I'm wide awake now as I realise he must be in the room with me again. Still blindfolded, my ears strain to hear any evidence of his presence. All I can hear is my own heart rapidly beating away inside my chest. It sounds like the loudest noise in the room! Even with all my sense on high alert, I can't be certain he's in the room, other than the fact that all the little hairs over my body are standing to attention. I can feel his eyes on me. Drinking in my image.
Click! I hear a camera shutter close near my feet. He's taking pictures of me! No please! I try and wriggle around, desperate for freedom, and pull futilely on the handcuffs above my head. The beautiful gravelly voice commands me to be still. How is it that just one simple command can have such a marked effect on my body? I still immediately and feel a blush rush to my cheeks, ashamed of my inability to control my own body.
The camera continues to click from all directions. One time he was so close to my head I swear I could feel his breath across my face. Then it stopped. I heard a door open and close as he left the room.
I desperately wish for his return. Part of me knows I should be figuring out a way to escape but I all I want is to feel his hands on me again. Oh what I would do to feel the rough skin of his gentle hands caressing my flat stomach, cupping my breasts, gliding up between my legs...
The dampness of my sex jerks me cruelly back to reality. No! I have to find a way out of here. This man has no right to take advantage of me the way he is. With more wriggling I manage to dislodge the blindfold. My eyes burn at the sudden assault of light. I blink a few times and lift my head to try and gauge my surroundings.
It looks like I am locked in a garage of some sort. There is a door to my left that I'm guessing leads in to the building. To my left is a large galvonised roller door, shut locked with a massive padlock. It's all pretty sparse except for the massive bed I'm currently handcuffed to. It's a huge four-poster antique wooden bed, like something from a movie. The matress is covered in scarlet red velvety sheets. There is a chest of drawers right near the edge of my vision. I'm guessing that's where he stores all of his torture devices. I can't see the window so I'm guessing it's situated somewhere behind me.
As I take all this in I try and formulate an escape plan in my head. I'll probably have to go through the building thanks to the dirty great padlock on the roller door, unless the sicko has some bolt-cutters in his torture chest. I can't even get these damn handcuffs off though! I lie back exasperated and exhausted. My brain frantically trying to think of a solution.
I hear someone at the door. At last I'll be able to see who this creep is! The handle turns and the door slowly creeps open. My neck is straining as I try and get a look at my kidnapper. At the man who's bought me more pleasure than any man I've ever been with. NO! I can't think about the pleasure, I need to focus so I can get out of here.
He's at least 6ft5 and is built like a brick layer, obviously a lot of upper body strength, but still symmetrical with his lower body. He definitely doesn't look like those guys that keep skipping leg day at the gym. He's wearing dark blue jeans, torn at the knee and covered in grease. His chest is covered in a tight black singlet, highlighting his powerful muscles that are barely contained underneath.
But the main attraction is his face. Dark and brooding with heavy eyebrows and dark eyes and dark brown hair that is slightly scraggly. He has a wide jaw and the sexiest 5 o'clock shadow I've ever seen.
My eyes meet his as he realises I've wormed my way out of the blindfolded. He moves over to me, locking the door behind him, and I'm terrified of what he might do. He seems like the kind of guy to punish you for disobeying his orders. I relax as he chuckles lightly and tells me it's a relief to see my face again. I have no idea how to respond.
He goes on about his grand plans for me and how he can't wait for me to start trusting him and obeying him so that I can eventually move in to his house. He tells me that he's dreamed of having me at his side for months now. It's apparent that he truly does care for me, in his own weird way. Maybe I can take advantage of this? I tell him that I do trust him and I can't wait to move out of the garage. But he just chuckles and tightens the blindfold over my eyes again. Please, I'll do anything you ask! I beg him to trust me; to at least remove the blindfold. Then he stuffs a gag in my mouth once again and all I can do is mumble against it.
Suddenly, a powerful, muscled arm is underneath me, grabbing me, as he unlocks the handcuffs and swings me over my shoulder. I'm grateful for the relief in my wrists, but before I'm given the chance to rub the sore spots out he's carrying me over to something else and locking my hands in once again, tying them to some sort of wooden apparatus behind my back. Obviously it was out of my line of vision from before. My hands are strung up over my head again and my toes are only just scraping the floor.
The feeling of stretching is exquisite and then terrifying as I realise what's about to happen. I try and struggle but whenever I pull on the restraints a pain is sent down my arms. I have to stay still or the pain comes back. My heart rate picks up and my breathing becomes shallow as my imagination conjures up a myriad of situations that might occur.
I feel him grab my right nipple between his thumb and finger. He starts rubbing and pulling and pinching. It feels so good and is sending tingles all the way down my body. Then suddenly there's pain! He's put a nipple clamp over it like before! He does the same with my left nipple and it leaves me trembling in sweet agony.
Desperate for more but scared out of my wits! His coarse hands roam all over my body. Across my abdomen, under my breasts, around my neck, down my legs, then back up between my thighs. My body spasms, trying to pull his hand closer to my sex. Oh how embarrassing! I wish my body would stop betraying me! A blush creeps up my cheeks and I hear him chuckle as if he knows exactly what I'm thinking.
