Held Hostage Bi

Held Hostage

She was the hottest woman I'd ever been with. Hotter than a model. A better body than a model too. Angelic face. (Which was fitting since her name was Angelica.) Flowing flaxen hair. Perfect full boobs with pert nips. Hot in bed. Fun. Smart. Witty. And Rich.

On our first date she told me she was afraid I would leave her. Men always left her.

"I don't believe that." She looked at me with a sympathetic plaintive expression. I asked, "Like, all men?"

She was emphatic, "Both of them!"

I couldn't help but chuckle a little. "You're too special. And two is hardly all men. They're just wrong."

She defended her position, "My dad left too. When I was six. So that's three."

I tried to be as tender as I could, "I'm sorry. When a dad leaves, that can mess up... your perspective. But two is not a lot. Everyone gets dumped at least twice."

A few weeks later we were in her bed about to start another fabulous romp. As far as I could tell she knew her way around a bedroom and she teased me, "I'm gonna give you so much great sex you'll never leave." And so far she'd been true to that statement.

I teased her back, "You think you could offer that much sex? What if I wanted it three times a day?"

She looked me square in the eyes with great sincerity, "I'd suck you're big dick three times a day. You can do every position. My back door. Anytime. Whatever." My dick is only average but the compliment felt nice. Still, no girl has kept up with my libido before.

"Really?! Whatever?"

She never flinched and with a broad honest smile affirmed, "Yep. But don't get ahead of yourself." She pulled a little piece of red yarn from a sewing basket she had and tied it gleefully around my dick. "Today I'm going to tie you up and ravish your cock. Are you game?"

"Sounds daring. Let's ravish."

"OK, but remember, you agreed. You never know what you're getting yourself into."

"I think I'm getting into your luscious lips. And some day your ass."

She tied me down with scarves and bras and my belt and whatever she had around. "Test it. Pull on the restraints."

I did. "Nope. I'm not going anywhere."

"Good." Then she started to get dressed. "I'm sorry, Brad. You'll thank me later. But I've got to make sure you won't leave me. I'll be back in a bit with your dog. You're staying for a while. Until we're totally bonded and you'll never abandon me."

I was furious. But even as out-of-my-mind mad as I was I couldn't help but be impressed at the sight of her amazing ass as she walked out the door. My dad always told me: "A woman's ass makes a horse's ass."

I tested the bonds again, and sure enough I wasn't going anywhere. She arrived home forty minutes later with my Golden who adored her. "I stopped by your work too. They were really understanding: you have as much time as you need to 'recuperate.' Oh, and your boss really seemed to take a liking to me, when you get back you have a promotion."

It was hard to stay mad at the woman who was physically perfect, just got me time off, and a promotion, all so she could offer me unlimited sex. On the other hand, she WAS kidnapping me which kinda proved that her special kind of nuts was dangerous. I made a vow to myself never to be swayed. I would stay mad and escape the first chance I had.

"Brad, darling, for your first blowjob of the day do you want me naked and kneeling, or wearing any sort of costume? Or if you fancy, something different?"

Images from almost forgotten porn sites flashed through my mind: Princess Leia, a naughty schoolgirl, anime characters, and one that seemed especially riveting - a kitten with drawn on black whiskers and a cute button nose. But, no, a devil would be most fitting despite how angelic she looked even now.

A costume might mean she would have to go out to get it. I might have a chance to get away. Alas, she opened a drawer, "You can pick from these that I got just for you."

There was a cheerleader, I Dream of Genie, Ariel, and a couple others. It would be a hard choice. Nevertheless, I should refuse! Not play into her game.

When I looked up the sunlight was streaming through the window, silhouetting her gorgeous figure through the semi-translucent dress. How did she manage to be both breathtakingly curvy while simultaneously not having a big butt? In that moment I wanted nothing more than to see her naked.

"Can we start by taking off that dress and do the costumes later?"

She kissed my forehead, "Anything for you, Brad." Naked and kneeling between my legs she delivered the most brilliant blowjob ever known to mankind. I couldn't stop gazing at the top of her heavenly head, or her beautiful bouncing boobs.

She stopped for a second, pointing to her breasts, her face, and her mouth, "Do you want it here, here, or here?"

I hesitated to answer based on my experience with past women. But I asked hopefully, "Maybe all the way down, like deep in your throat?"

She tilted her head in surprise, like she had never considered that before, then looking a little worried, faltered, and with my dick in her hand and pointing at her marvelous mouth she answered, "Of course. Will you forgive me if I'm not very good at it? It will be my first time."

That I could easily forgive! Holding me hostage was unforgivable though. Yet I still wanted the blowjob, "No one's good their first time trying to go deep. If you have to give up I'll understand."

She applied herself with enthusiastic gusto. Jamming my dickhead into the back of her throat repeatedly until she managed to take it down. The coughing, gagging, and almost retching was a distraction, but you gotta hand it to her for trying - and eventually succeeding. Once she was regularly deep throating my member it wasn't long before I unloaded a torrent of cream directly into her gullet.

When I was done she popped up smiling triumphantly, "Wow! I did it." She licked her luscious lips languidly like she was actually enjoying my taste.

The whole scene honestly shocked me. I've never seen a woman truly enjoy a throating, and not only was she into it but she had done it to herself. She had abused her own throat quite willingly and with more intensity than in the most aggressive facefucking porn.

Incredulous, I asked, "Did, did you honestly like it?"

Her answer was, "Can there be any surer form of devotion and commitment than a blowjob well given?" Her words bore into my soul, ringing true. She was right, the effort a woman gives to suck a man's smelly cock and swallow his gunky goo means something.

But in this case she was just trying to force a bond that can't be forced. Relationships take time rather than manipulation. But then I reflected on the astounding kneeshaking toe curling blowie I'd just received - can that kind of devotion be faked?

She served dinner with me tied and her free. She fed each forkful to me, never minding the inconvenience. And she was a good cook. In fact, it was a restaurant quality steak. We talked amiably, which was totally weird to be friendly with my kidnapper.

"I understand that you'll try to escape - until you love me. But I have a question."

I tried to add some clarity, "We've only been dating for a few weeks. Sure I feel some affection and love for you. But true love takes time. You can't just make it happen."

"I know. And I'm giving us time, with a limit, so you're not stuck here against your will too long, at most three weeks. If you don't love me by then I guess it'll never happen and you can go free. But, when you try to get away... would you do whatever it takes in the process?"

I thought about it. Freedom is pretty important. Yet three weeks of great sex with an amazing but messed up lady... three or more times a day. Anything I want. And then at the end of my pleasurable sentence I go free. "Well, I wouldn't burn down your house or anything."

"So if you could walk around, would you, like, hit me, to escape?"

I was truly taken aback. The thought of hurting the meek angelic Angelica was crazy talk. And that's saying something - considering. It would damage my chances of getting away but I had to be as honest with her as she had been with me, "No, I'll never hurt you. Not physically anyway." I thought about how sick she must be, "And I'll try not to hurt you emotionally."

Angelica untied my legs. Kicking her was not only unthinkable but even if I knocked her unconscious my hands would still be bound.

Next, she placed a padded shackle on my left wrist. It was attached to a long heavy chain connected to a water pipe in the closet. So much for an easy escape. I was more likely to get free when it was my belt and her bra tying me down. I resigned myself to the three weeks.

Standing up, I stretched. She was so small compared to me. I could overpower her in an instant. But with the key on the second level what good would it do me? Angelica approached, "Do you hate me? Are you upset? Can I have a hug?"

I must've been crazy as I chose the hug. It felt nice when my hands crossed over her tunic touching bare skin. "I don't hate you. And I was pretty mad, I guess I still am."

It wasn't all about sex. As we hugged she asked, "You said you wanted kids. Do you think I'd make a good mother? For you?"

I did want kids. And I had previously thought she could be a good mother. To my kids even. But now... Maybe with some help. It wasn't a lie since I was imagining what she might be like after a lot of therapy. With mental reservations haunting me I told her, "Some day you'll be a great mother."

She looked deep into my eyes, biting one corner of her lower lip. I almost forgot what was happening. I think she read my mind. She was maybe going to cry. I'm not good with crying women, so I kissed her. The distracting kiss grew serious. The serious kiss turned passionate. And the passionate kiss turned erotic.

Before you know it we were ready to have sex again. Her enchanting emerald eyes danced from my left to my right eye, questioning, then she spoke reluctantly, "Is it possible for us to make love? Not just sex?"

I was turned on by our passion. I wanted her badly yet again. Was my desire just because she was sexy and oh so available? Or did she still hold some personal allure?

I guided her over to her bed with my hand on the small of her back. I undressed the lovely lady piece by piece, revealing each body part one by one. I'd seen her nude several times before but it still felt fresh. I laid her on her back and for the first time saw her fantastic breasts flattened by gravity. Her perfect boobs had near perfect areola, being not quite exactly circles. However, the imperfect ellipses had the opposite effect, making her a more perfect physical beauty. Too much perfection would have been bad.

She stretched her arms leisurely above her head and her legs overlapped slightly at the knees. Relaxed and waiting to expose herself to me the captivating venus possessed a demure appeal new to my eyes.

I climbed upon the bed nudging her knees apart with mine. She opened for me, touching my face lightly with her slim fingertips. The caress was winsome and somehow imbued with importance.

This was only the third time we would be having intercourse. The first being an impromptu quicky on my couch and the second being a frantic unbridled moment of uncontrolled urges in the front seat of my truck.

So one could say this would be our first act of real lovemaking. I kissed her body all over, exploring and learning how she would respond. My hands roamed. Her arms embraced.

Then rising up and gazing down upon her radiant form I lined my solid hardened dick up with her slick slit. Angelica, spread her legs wider, inviting me in. My tip touched her steamy gash, I readjusted my position, and just then my movement caused the chain attached to my wrist to come flying as if from nowhere, striking the side of her formerly unblemished face with a vengeance.

Immediately it left a huge red mark from cheekbone to jaw. The moment was ruined. Not only by her pain but also by the reminder of my captivity.

She screamed and cried. I screamed for fear I'd hurt her. In a panic I ran fast for the kitchen to get ice as a salve for her wound.

When the length of my chain ran out my arm was pulled back and my naked body became airborne, flipping over as I fell.

I opened my eyes to discover Angelica, wet hair whipped across her battered face and tears running down her cheeks, leaning over me, "Brad! Brad! Are you alright?"

My shoulder was killing me. Was it broken or dislocated? I grabbed my shoulder in a feeble attempt to brace it. And yet I still worried about Angelica. "It wasn't on purpose! I'm so sorry."

"I know. I know. You said you'd never hurt me - physically. I trust you... not to hit me."

"Why? Why do you trust me? Why did you choose me? Why do you think it makes sense to go through all of this for a man you hardly know? How can you trust me not to hurt you but not trust me not to leave you?"

Kneeling naked on the hard floor next to me she laid her head on my chest and sobbed, "I've seen your soul, Brad. You're a tender caring amazing accomplished man and I KNOW you will never harm my body on purpose. You'll always be true to yourself and treat everyone the best you can in the best or worst of circumstances."

As well as I understood myself she was right.

"But you make mistakes. You're figuring your life out and you don't know your path. How can you possibly know if I'm a part of it?"

Now she was talking sense, "My angel, that's all true. No one can know what's to come. We're all figuring it out. You just have to take a chance on people."

She left her head on my chest for a long time, tears pooling on me and I was at a loss for words. When she finally got up she was composed. She put on a robe and covered me with a blanket. "It's all my fault - you being injured. There's nothing normal about it. Do you need to go to the hospital?" Her voice shuddered as she spoke those last words, knowing it would end her control over me and her ill-conceived chance at love.

I rubbed my sore shoulder. Then said something truly stupid, "If I wait to see how bad my shoulder is, can I answer in a couple days?"

She threw herself on me, hugging and raining kisses upon me, "That's why I trust you!" My shoulder forced me to flinch but she didn't notice and I didn't let on.

I awoke with dreary eyes a few mornings later: four days into my servitude. Angelica slept peacefully by my side and, oddly, I appreciated the feeling of waking up next to a beautiful woman. More for companionship than for anything else. Her face truly was a dream come true, innocent and begging for me to kiss her adorable nose.

I considered that innocent countenance, concluding that even as a kidnapper she was still innocent in spirit. Somehow I felt like she was both guilty and stainless at the same time.

So I did it. I kissed her unimpeachable nose.

Appraising the glaring red disfigurement the chain had left, it was impressed upon me as a symbol of her crime - it would be gone in a couple more weeks, making her virtuous again.

Half asleep, she rolled over with the effect that the sheet shifted to reveal her smooth ass to my licentious stare. I rested my hand on her hip, caressing her bum as the mood led me. I ran my hand over the whole of her butt cheek enjoying the silky feel. Dipping down into the crevice I explored as much as I dared before remembering that I had permission. She had told me I could do whatever I wanted and I had never touched a woman's butthole before.

Would she still feel that way when her tranquil sleep was rudely interrupted? She had promised that I could have her anytime. This was her argument for why I would want to stay with her. So now was the time to test her.

I let one finger sneak into the dark cleft, searching for her nether hole. I was putting her through a trial, but the more I probed for her anus the more my need increased. I craved to touch it and fantasized about fucking it.

I pressed my finger against it then pushed insistently. This assessment had to be a challenge. My finger wouldn't go in but that didn't stop me from rubbing and circling with ever more pressure.

I could snuggle up behind her. Spooning before sodomizing her awesome asshole. I've heard you need lube, I just didn't have first hand experience. I looked for any sort of oil or lube, finding nothing within reach of my chain. There was a half drunk glass of juice on a table. Would that work?

Needing slickness I licked my finger. I returned it to my circular prize with the realization that any matter that had transferred from her butthole to my finger was now in my mouth. It wasn't bad. Not at all. I shouldn't have been surprised that this exquisite lady would have an impeccable anal aureole.

I worked my finger in up to the first knuckle with some effort since she was quite tight. At last, she stirred.

This was the moment of truth. Any other woman I had known would have theoretically flown off the hook, screamed at me to leave her alone, or even accused me of rape.

Her hand grabbed my wrist, holding me still for a quick moment before urging me to continue. I fingered her willing hole seeing how much I could get in and what it felt like to penetrate an ass.

Angelica murmured sweetly, "It's kind of dry. I didn't know it would be dry."

I laughed, explaining, "I didn't know either." Then we both laughed together.

"Do you think juice would work?" She laughed harder, not at me for asking, but at the thought of it.

I was still rubbing my finger all over her hole and tried putting two in which didn't work at all. "I might have something in the kitchen." She giggled again, "Or do you think saliva will work? It works on the frontside."

I pushed her over onto her stomach and looked keenly at the object of my desire, "How would we put it on there? Do I just spit it on there or do I have to, you know?"

"Do whatever you want, Brad. Whatever you want to try is ok with me. Or I'll go look around in the kitchen."

I pulled her cheeks apart roughly, distorting the wrinkly starfish. It would have been so easy to send her for something. But now that I was here a part of me wanted to do it with spit.

"Ok, I'm gonna do it now." She lifted her hips presenting her brown winker to me. I gathered spit in my mouth, then positioning my mouth directly above my target I slowly let a bit dribble onto my goal.

It was a direct hit. She squealed saying it was cold. But I added more. Sadly, it ran down leaving what was surely an inadequate amount. I was going to have to lick it. The idea didn't seem that bad and it looked pristine despite my understanding of what it was for. However, if it meant easing the way...

Keeping her cheeks spread I leaned down and gave it a bold swipe. Just like before there was no taste. After my fears receded, I really slathered on the mouth lube so it would be receptive.

Angelica giggled again, "Brad, it tickles. But don't stop. I like it."

"Guess what? I do too." So I spent plenty of time lubing the spot.

"Are you ready, Angelica?"

"Ready as I'll ever be." she didn't sound so confident.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means I'm nervous. I know you won't hurt me on purpose. But what about by accident?"

"We'll get through it together. Just let me know if it hurts."

I pushed the crown of my dick lightly against her hole. "Ready?"

"Do it." She took a deep breath, "Wait!" Another breath, "OK, go slow."

So I pushed more. Nothing happened and so I pushed even more. It was still dry and was hard going like when my finger had tried.

"Darling, it's not working."

"I know. I can tell. Keep trying or..." then she stopped suddenly. "You just called me 'darling.' "

"Hmmm. I guess I did. I DO feel more affectionate. And you're real fun to spend time with and talk and stuff. It's not really love though, is it?"