Gender: Female Age: 20 Location: Anywhere you want me
|Introduction: A young woman is rescued by a mysterious man... but who's going to rescue her from him?|
This is part two of my story... enjoy!
Lily woke to find that she was alone in his bed.
The room was filled with a soft, mid-morning glow that came from the huge floor to ceiling window that made up the far wall. She lay in the soft bed, thinking about the prior night’s events.
Sitting up, she found that she was incredibly sore. She was sore in places she didn’t even know could BE sore.
But she also felt strangely satisfied. She’d basically been raped, so why did she feel so good?
Throwing off the fluffy goose down comforter, she realized that she was still naked.
Rolling out of bed, she tore the light cotton bed sheet off of the mattress and wrapped it around herself tightly, then began searching the room for clothes.
She found her camera bag in one corner, but nothing to wear.
Wandering into the bathroom, she found that even her ripped clothes she’d tossed in the trash earlier had been taken; Though she did find a small, white silk nightgown hanging on the door, and an un-opened toothbrush on the edge of the sink.
Now she was slightly worried. If she couldn’t find something to wear, she couldn’t leave.
After brushing her teeth and using the bathroom, she put on the nightgown (which was soft, but mostly see-through) and wandered out into the hallway.
Cautiously, she padded into the next room, unsure if he would be waiting for her.
Wandering silently around the apartment, she found that she was alone.
Making her way down the spiral staircase that led to the kitchen, she found a large plate of fruit and cheese, scrambled eggs, pancakes, bacon, as well as a pitcher of orange juice.
In front of the food was a small, hand-written, note that read “Enjoy” in elegant hand writing.
She knew the food had been left out for her, and she didn’t want to eat it, but she was too hungry not to.
Sitting down on one of the bar stools in front of the counter, she filled her plate with food and scarfed it down enthusiastically, finding that it was still warm.
Once she was finished eating, she wandered back up the stairs and over to the elevator.
She stared down at the keypad uncertainly and began punching in random codes, desperately trying to remember what code he had punched in when they’d arrived.
She didn’t have her clothes, but surely if she could just get out, someone would help her.
Suddenly the little yellow light on the keypad turned red and a high pitched alarm began to sound.
She jumped back in alarm, slightly panicked, and began punching in random numbers, trying to get the loud siren to stop.
After a few minutes, which seemed like hours to her, the alarm faded and the little red light began to flash.
“Ok, I guess I won’t be getting out that way.” She mumbled to herself, feeling frustrated.
In a sudden flash of inspiration, she remembered her cell phone in her camera bag. Running back to the bedroom, she grabbed her bag and unzipped the front pocket.
Her phone was missing.
She couldn’t believe it; not only had he locked her in his apartment with no clothes, but he’d also stolen her phone!
Now she was pissed. Wandering back out into the hall, she began searching the apartment for her phone, or any phone.
After about a half hour of searching, she’d had no luck. However, she had found three mysteriously locked doors, and a door that led out to a large patio with a small Pool and Jacuzzi.
Roaming around the patio, she searched for some sort of fire escape, thinking she might be able to climb down to safety. She found nothing.
Bending over the edge of the balcony railing, she began shouting for help. Much to her dismay, she realized that she was too high up for even passerby on the street to hear her.
After about two hours of wandering around looking for an escape route, and even trying the elevator again, she found that she was just as stuck as when she’d started.
Deciding to embrace her surroundings and just confront her captor when he arrived, she strode over to the fireplace, flopping down onto the long, comfortable black couch.
She sat staring out the huge window, watching the busy city below. It was a beautiful apartment, she thought, really taking in her surroundings for the first time. If it weren’t for the situation she was in, she might actually enjoy being stuck in a place this beautiful.
Suddenly, she heard the ping of the elevator behind her, and jumped up just as the doors parted.
Seconds later, Nikolae came strolling casually into the room, stopping when he noticed her.
“Good evening,” he said coolly, smiling cockily at her.
“How was your day?” he asked, raising one eyebrow.
He was wearing a black suit with a white dress shirt beneath it, and a dark blue pinstripe tie. He looked like a very powerful man; A very sexy, powerful man.
Pulling the sheer nightgown tightly around her, she strode toward him angrily.
“Where the FUCK are my clothes!?” she demanded.
He looked amused.
“I prefer you without them.” He smiled as he looked her up and down appraisingly.
He stepped toward her and, in one swift movement, pulled the gown off and tossed it aside.
She did her best to cover herself with her arms and scowled up at him, blushing bright red.
“I think it’s a little late for that.” He chuckled.
In one quick move, he grabbed her wrists and pulled them to her sides, forcing her to uncover herself.
She squirmed free of his grip and stepped backward.
“You can’t just lock me up in here like I belong to you! Give me my clothes and let me go!”
His smile faded and he stepped toward her.
She shrunk back at his sharp glare, cowed.
“You’re not going anywhere. You are mine now.”
Her lips parted in shock. Unsure of what to say, she just stood staring at him, wondering where she could kick him to make it hurt the most.
He moved toward her until he was only a few inches away and, before she had a chance to react, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against him, kissing her firmly.
She was stunned for a moment but, regaining her composure, she pushed him away and slapped him, hard.
His smile was gone; he was no longer amused.
“You really should be more thankful. I could make you a lot less… comfortable here.” He moved toward her again and she could see his jaw clench.
This made her back up hurriedly and she almost tumbled backward over the couch.
Abruptly, he lunged toward her and she tried to scramble away from him; He was faster.
In one quick movement he spun her around and bent her over the side of the couch, placing one large, strong hand on her back to hold her down.
“I thought we’d already gotten past this.” he growled mockingly, bending over her further, pressing the large bulge in his pants against her bare ass.
She struggled under his firm hand, but couldn’t get away.
“I suppose I’ll just have to teach you another lesson,” he sighed.
Without warning, he twisted her arms behind her back painfully, making her gasp.
In a last effort, she lifted her foot to kick him. But he was too quick and he pinned her leg against the couch with his own.
He twisted her arms further, making her cry out.
After a few moments of frantic struggling, she realized he wasn’t going to let her go, and she changed tactics.
He narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but stopped.
“Please… don’t hurt me… I’ll do what you say,” she murmured.
He released her arms and spun her around abruptly.
She stared at the ground, refusing to look into his eyes and blushing profusely.
He tilted her chin up with one finger, looking into her eyes and giving her a skeptical look.
“Alright, but you only get one chance,” he warned her.
“If you disobey me or try to run again, I won’t be so forgiving.”
She nodded, relief flooding through her.
“Get on your knees.” He commanded.
She hesitated, but did as she was told.
“Now undress me.”
He had already removed his jacket and tie, so she began to unzip his pants tentatively.
Looking up at him warily from beneath her lashes, she gently tugged his pants down.
He watched her calmly, lust in his eyes.
Her face was just inches away from the bulge in his boxers.
Slowly, she grasped the waistline of his boxers and pulled them down, letting his hard cock spring free.
She looked up at him.
“You know what I want.” He stepped closer so that his erect cock was almost touching her lips.
Cautiously, she wrapped a hand around his shaft and stuck her tongue out to taste him, licking a bead of pre-cum off the tip of his cock.
He moaned and closed his eyes.
Taking this as a sign of encouragement, she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and swirled her tongue around it. She’d never given a blowjob before, but she’d seen enough porn that she had an idea of what she was supposed to do.
He moaned louder and grasped a handful of her silky hair in his hand. Her mouth was wet and warm, it felt amazing.
“Oh…god, yes… take it all.” He forced more of his cock into her mouth, watching her squirm.
She was beginning to gag as his short thrusts forced his thick cock further into her mouth.
“Mmmmm, fuck yeah, that feels good.” He was now fully fucking her mouth, holding her in place by her hair.
He knew he was making her uncomfortable. He didn’t want to hurt her, but she needed to be punished for slapping him. He needed to show her that he was the one in control.
She was gagging and her jaw was beginning to ache, but she felt the need to please him for some odd reason. Plus, she didn’t want to know what he’d do if he was angry.
He continued fucking her mouth, forcing his cock down her throat and holding her in place.
“Mmmm, yesss… swallow my cock.” He groaned.
She was doing her best to breathe through her nose, but he was too big. She began pushing his legs, trying to get him to stop.
Opening his eyes and looking down at her, he realized what he was doing. It took an immense amount of willpower, but he pulled out of her mouth.
Gasping for air, she looked up at him, grateful that he’d listened.
Raising his eyebrows, he gestured toward his still-hard cock.
Looking up at him again from beneath her lashes, she grasped the base of his shaft and began to lick him.
She felt strangely empowered doing this. She was in control now, and she wanted to make him cum.
He was surprised by her enthusiasm. For a virgin, she was good at this.
“AHHH, yes… fuck! … Lick my balls.”
She moved his cock to the side and tentatively sucked one of his balls into her mouth, and then did the same to the other.
Wrapping his hand around hers, he moved it up and down his cock as she continued to lick and suck his balls.
She quickly caught on and started to do both without his help.
He tilted his head back and grunted, completely consumed by ecstasy.
“Ugh..uh….FUCK….YES!” he grunted as she milked his cock faster.
She was starting to really enjoy this now and she could feel herself becoming wet.
Gazing up at him, she took as much of his length into her mouth as she could and began to bob her head up and down the way he had made her before.
She looked incredibly sexy as she looked up at him, her perky tits bouncing as she bobbed her head.
“AHHHhhh… I’m going to cum in your pretty little mouth!” He grunted.
She knew she was supposed to be angry at him, but her mind was clouded in ecstasy as she became more and more aroused. Now she was dripping wet. She moved a hand down to her pussy and began playing with her clit as she sucked him.
He could feel himself getting closer to climaxing as his balls began to tighten.
Knowing exactly what she was doing to him, she began to moan as she continued to suck and lick him.
That was all it took.
“OHHHH, FUCK! I’M CUMMING!”
She didn’t pull away, instead, she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and began to suck harder.
With a final thrust he exploded in her mouth, shooting his huge, creamy load down her throat.
She did her best to swallow it all as she continued to suck him.
“Ahhh, oh fuck!” He panted.
She still had her lips wrapped around him as the last few spurts of his warm cum shot out of his softening cock. She liked the taste of him; he was salty and a little bit musky.
Licking the last bit of cum off his cock, she leaned back on her heels and licked her lips.
He collapsed onto the couch in front of her, looking her over.
“That was one of the best blowjobs I’ve ever had. Are you sure you’ve never done that before?” He eyed her suspiciously.
She shook her head, her lips glistening with his cum.
He looked down and noticed she was still playing with her clit; she was obviously still horny.
“Come here.” He commanded.
She did what she was told.
“Now sit.” He patted the spot next to him.
As she sat on the edge of the couch, he got up and knelt before her legs, pushing them apart. She didn’t protest and leaned back.
Leaning forward, he slid a finger into her. She was incredibly wet.
She squirmed and tried to move away, but he held her down with one hand on her stomach.
“You’re always wet for me, aren’t you?”
She didn’t reply, she just bit her lip, embarrassed.
Slipping another finger into her he began to finger-fuck her.
She moaned and arched her back.
He inserted a third finger and thrust them in and out of her faster, coating them in her juices.
“Aren’t you?” he asked again, pounding her relentlessly as he rubbed her clit with his thumb.
She couldn’t hold back any longer as an orgasm rocked through her.
“Ahhhhh! YES! …FUCK! YES!”
He was now stroking her G-spot as he rubbed her clit with his thumb.
“YES! You make me wet!” she whimpered.
His fingers slowed and he leaned in to taste her.
She still tasted like strawberries, he thought.
“oh… oh… OH…OH! YES!” She was moaning uncontrollably now.
Removing his fingers, he began to suck her clit as she squirmed, swirling around it with his tongue.
She arched her back to meet his mouth and he plunged his tongue into her tight, sweet cunt, lapping at her juices.
He felt her pussy clamp around his tongue as an orgasm shook through her, making her scream.
He smiled, pausing for a moment as her waves of pleasure subsided, and then began alternating between fucking her with his tongue and sucking her clit, making her even wetter.
Reaching a hand up, he rolled and pinched her nipple as he licked her, feeling her shudder.
Just as she was about to cum again, he stopped.
She almost protested, but caught herself. He sat up suddenly and leaned back on his heels.
She looked up at him, confused.
Leaning over her, he kissed her hard, forcing her to taste her own juices on his tongue. Then, moving behind her, he grasped her hips and flipped her effortlessly, so that she was bent over the side of the couch.
He was hard again already and he wanted to feel her cum while he was inside of her.
Grasping her hips tightly, he slid into her. This time he slammed his full length into her without warning, his balls slapping against her clit as she cried out.
Pulling back, he did it again, fucking her slowly with long, hard strokes. She tried to meet his thrusts, wanting him to fuck her faster, but he just smiled and held her down.
“Tell me what you want.” He whispered into her ear, continuing his slow torturing strokes.
She closed her eyes as he kissed his way down between her shoulder blades.
She didn’t care what he thought anymore, she just wanted to be fucked.
“I want you.” She moaned.
He laughed and slammed into her, getting faster and faster until he was pounding her mercilessly.
“You seem to be giving in… and here I thought this was going to be more of a challenge.” He mocked her as she whimpered.
“I’m almost disappointed,” he teased.
Just as she began to consider fighting back, he reached his arm around her waist and began to rub her clit as he continued to pound her.
That put her over the edge once again, and she came violently, digging her nails into the soft leather of the couch.
“You. Are. MINE.” He grunted between thrusts.
She clung to the couch, pushing herself backward to meet his thrusts.
Without slowing down, he lifted her suddenly and pulled her against him, grasping her bouncing tits in his hands and squeezing them. He kissed her neck as he played with her nipples, still pounding her relentlessly.
He couldn’t control himself anymore, he just wanted to fuck her senseless.
Picking her up, he grasped her hips and began pounding her against the cold window, eliciting a yelp from her.
“Ah! Oh yes… YES!”
She moaned as he pounded her harder. He felt so good inside her.
She came again, her tight pussy milking his hard cock as she convulsed in pleasure.
“OH, FUCK… Lily… YES!”
He shouted her name as he came, shooting his hot load deep inside her, making her squirm.
He panted as she slumped back against him in exhaustion.
Placing her on the ground, his cock slid out of her, causing his load to flood out of her and down her leg.
He chuckled softly and scooped her up into his arms, carrying her back over to the couch by the fireplace.
Sitting down with her on his lap, he wrapped his arms around her and burrowed his nose in her hair.
She was too exhausted to move or say anything, so she just leaned against his chest, her head rising and falling with his breathing. He smelled like expensive cologne and sex.
“Are you still angry with me?” he murmured into her hair.
She didn’t respond. To be honest, she wasn’t sure.
“I’m going to enjoy having you here.”
At that she sat up in alarm.
“What? What do you mean?”
“I told you. You are mine now.” He replied expressionlessly, as if what he was saying was completely normal.
She gaped at him, wide eyed.
“Did you think I was just going to let you leave?” He stared at her quizzically.
At this, she stood abruptly and backed away from him.
“You will live here with me, tending to my sexual needs, and in return you will have everything you could ever want.”
He stood and began to get dressed.
“What I want is for you to let me leave!” she exclaimed suddenly, outraged.
“You can’t just keep me here like some sort of… like your personal slave!” She stuttered, wide eyed.
At this he looked up from buttoning his shirt and gazed at her.
“Of course I can.”
To be continued...
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