The hot breath that tickled my ear is no longer comforting and loving but raw with a fiery passion.
My eyes snap open and I quiver in fear and lust, not knowing which is stronger. I am unable to stop myself responding. My hips move in time with his hand. My blood riots through my veins. A cry rings through the air as he bites down on the tender flesh at the base of my neck. He has possession of my body.
A cold shiver takes control of my limbs. I look down and gasp. I’m naked! Then masculine hands snake their way towards my breasts. His expert fingers pinch, roll and stroke each pink nipple to attention. My breaths increase. His body pressure intensifies as he leans towards my ear and whispers, ‘ You will be mine. ’
I start.
It was just a dream.
The cold dampness from the ground numbs my body and draws my attention back to the situation I am in.
I am lying on my side. Hands and feet tied. Blinded, gagged and with no means of escape. My captor nowhere to be heard, but I know he is out there, somewhere. It is only a matter of time before he returns to…to do goodness knows what.
Weak.
Very weak.
Drowsy.
I need sleep. Want sleep. Never wake up until this hell is over with. Sleep.
‘ Wake up. Wake up Alex. Come on. ’
Little pats of something against my cheek stirs me.
‘ That’s it Alex. ’
I pull away wanting it to stop.
‘ I need you to wake up. ’
Leave me alone . I frown as I feel the beginnings of a penetrating headache.
‘ This is going to sting but I need you to keep your head still for me. ’
I just want sleep. Let me sl…
‘ Ahhhh! Jesus Christ, what was that? ’ Hold on, I can talk. Nothing is restricting my mouth movement.
I lick my chapped lips. My tongue runs repeatedly over them, moistening. They taste dry and salty.
‘ Stop that, ’ the man growls, the sound causing my insides to quiver.
The tip of my tongue peeks out to lick again.
‘ I said stop. ’
I immediately hide it at his demand. However, I now start to suck my lips, alternating between top and bottom. I can’t seem to stop. Is it out of agitation? Fear? Or something else?
I hear a grown too close for comfort then heated lips crash down on mine, hands grabbing either side of my face holding me in place. It’s demanding and possessive. The contact is rough but smooth. It’s indescribable.
I want to react. I need to react, but I can’t. I shouldn’t.
I yank my lips away refusing to co-operate. The desire left bubbling in the pit of my stomach says otherwise.
He pulls away. ‘ I told you to stop. I warned you. ’
My tongue goes to taste him on my lips, I can’t resist, but I do not get far before his descend once again. His tongue slips inside my mouth, capturing, exploring. This time my desire is so great I do not refuse and respond to his call.
He tastes sweet but smells of spice. Whisky residue clings to his tongue. I drink him in, every last drop. I consume him. He consumes me. We are lost in a battle of wills.
This is wrong, so very wrong .
Then the image of William’s kind face floats to the forefront of my mind and I rip my lips away from my captor’s in disgust.
I am acting like a cheap whore! Why am I behaving like this? It’s not me!
‘ Why? ’ I ask myself, not expecting a reply.
‘ Why what? ’ His ragged breathing bounces off my cheek.
‘ Why…Why am I here? ’
I sense him pulling away, distancing himself from me, like he is fighting his own inner battle.
‘ Your life isn’t safe, ’ his voice breaks the
My eyes snap open and I quiver in fear and lust, not knowing which is stronger. I am unable to stop myself responding. My hips move in time with his hand. My blood riots through my veins. A cry rings through the air as he bites down on the tender flesh at the base of my neck. He has possession of my body.
A cold shiver takes control of my limbs. I look down and gasp. I’m naked! Then masculine hands snake their way towards my breasts. His expert fingers pinch, roll and stroke each pink nipple to attention. My breaths increase. His body pressure intensifies as he leans towards my ear and whispers, ‘ You will be mine. ’
I start.
It was just a dream.
The cold dampness from the ground numbs my body and draws my attention back to the situation I am in.
I am lying on my side. Hands and feet tied. Blinded, gagged and with no means of escape. My captor nowhere to be heard, but I know he is out there, somewhere. It is only a matter of time before he returns to…to do goodness knows what.
Weak.
Very weak.
Drowsy.
I need sleep. Want sleep. Never wake up until this hell is over with. Sleep.
‘ Wake up. Wake up Alex. Come on. ’
Little pats of something against my cheek stirs me.
‘ That’s it Alex. ’
I pull away wanting it to stop.
‘ I need you to wake up. ’
Leave me alone . I frown as I feel the beginnings of a penetrating headache.
‘ This is going to sting but I need you to keep your head still for me. ’
I just want sleep. Let me sl…
‘ Ahhhh! Jesus Christ, what was that? ’ Hold on, I can talk. Nothing is restricting my mouth movement.
I lick my chapped lips. My tongue runs repeatedly over them, moistening. They taste dry and salty.
‘ Stop that, ’ the man growls, the sound causing my insides to quiver.
The tip of my tongue peeks out to lick again.
‘ I said stop. ’
I immediately hide it at his demand. However, I now start to suck my lips, alternating between top and bottom. I can’t seem to stop. Is it out of agitation? Fear? Or something else?
I hear a grown too close for comfort then heated lips crash down on mine, hands grabbing either side of my face holding me in place. It’s demanding and possessive. The contact is rough but smooth. It’s indescribable.
I want to react. I need to react, but I can’t. I shouldn’t.
I yank my lips away refusing to co-operate. The desire left bubbling in the pit of my stomach says otherwise.
He pulls away. ‘ I told you to stop. I warned you. ’
My tongue goes to taste him on my lips, I can’t resist, but I do not get far before his descend once again. His tongue slips inside my mouth, capturing, exploring. This time my desire is so great I do not refuse and respond to his call.
He tastes sweet but smells of spice. Whisky residue clings to his tongue. I drink him in, every last drop. I consume him. He consumes me. We are lost in a battle of wills.
This is wrong, so very wrong .
Then the image of William’s kind face floats to the forefront of my mind and I rip my lips away from my captor’s in disgust.
I am acting like a cheap whore! Why am I behaving like this? It’s not me!
‘ Why? ’ I ask myself, not expecting a reply.
‘ Why what? ’ His ragged breathing bounces off my cheek.
‘ Why…Why am I here? ’
I sense him pulling away, distancing himself from me, like he is fighting his own inner battle.
‘ Your life isn’t safe, ’ his voice breaks the
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