When Crystal finally fell asleep it was not relaxing or comfortable, but filled with fitful and dark dreams. Waking up startled every few hours, she looked at the clock and then at the man lying next to her. He seemed content in his sleep. Staring at him in the darkness, she wanted to wake him, tell him she was uncomfortable and wanted to go home. But something inside her said that if she did, he would not be very happy. She surmised he would get mad and discipline her. And so, she remained silent, trying hard to fall back asleep.
The dreams were dark and menacing, each one involving domination. She was the object of some man's fascination with bondage. Each time she tried to get away from something evil, she found herself unable to escape. In one particular dream, that seemed so real, she found herself enjoying the discipline. The leather striking her body made her whimper, eagerly waiting the next painful but enjoyable assault. He was asking her if she liked it and she called out in her sleep for the man to give her more. The image looked exactly like Nick and upon waking, shaking, perspiring and breathing hard, she knew it was just a dream. Glancing at Nick to see if he was awakened by her outburst, she heard only his soft even breathing.
Unable to sleep and chained to the headboard, Crystal's mind mulled over the events of the previous night. She and her husband, Charles, had a delightful evening celebrating their tenth anniversary. The last thing she remembered was using the women's restroom and returning to the table. After that, everything was a blur and nothing but darkness filled her mind. She tried over and over to remember what happened in the restaurant, but only confused thoughts rambled around in her head. She remembered talking to her husband and then the next thing she remembered was waking and finding herself bound to a chair with this man sitting in front of her. How she got there was still a mystery.
Crystal tried hard to figure out how this man knew about her watching porn. It was as if he had access to her computer. When he started disciplining her, she had initially resisted Nick's tactics, afraid for her life. But as the disciplining continued, she had to admit, some of it turned her on. The pain was real, not like the videos she watched and where it was safe to imagine being hit with a flogger or a riding crop. There was no real physical pain associated with watching other women be disciplined by a dominant man or women.
Thinking of her orgasms with this man could only be described as intense. She couldn't remember the last time Charles made her feel this way and they certainly were not like the orgasms she had while watching porn videos in the privacy of her bedroom. The private ones at home were induced by her fingers or one of her toys while her mind conjured up fantasies of what it would be like to be one of those women. Sighing as she looked out into the darkness of the bedroom, she had to admit she enjoyed the intense releases of last evening's orgasms. They were not fantasy but reality.
Crystal shifted and felt a streak of pain in her ass, bringing back a memory of him fucking her backdoor. This was a taboo subject with her and Charles. They tried it once and it was a clumsy effort. Nick knew what he was doing and though the pain was still present, it didn't hurt now as bad as it did when he fucked her. Would he fuck her ass again? Crystal shivered at the thought of Nick banging her from behind.
Her mind shifted to Charles and what he must be going through. Then, as if hit with a lightning bolt, she thought of her purse and cell phone. Where were those items? Did she leave them in the restaurant? Or did this madman have them hidden away so she couldn't call for help? Jumbled thoughts screamed in her brain. If she could only call Charles or the police, she might gain her freedom. Maybe she could fool him into letting her call her husband. Hearing a sound, she looked at Nick, seeing him start to stir as the morning light filtered into the bedroom.
Nick's eyelids flickered open and he stirred, waking from his sleep. Turning to face her, his eyelids blinked a few times, adjusting to the dim light and the figure lying beside him. Her face was a mask of concern as he smiled, yawned and then stretched his arms over his head. His voice was tinged with a bit of humor. "Well Crystal, did you have a good night's sleep?"
She glared at him. He seemed so cocky and arrogant. "No, I didn't. Are you done having your fun and going to let me go home? My dear Charles is probably worried sick about me." Her voice took on an indignant tone. "And where is my purse and cell phone?"
Nick remained silent for a moment before responding. "Your purse and cell phone are in a safe secure place. When I decide to let you go, I'll give them to you."
Maybe reasoning with him would help her situation. "Please let me call my husband. He's probably worried sick about me." She hesitated for a moment and then added, "And if it's money you want. I'm sure my husband will pay whatever you want."
If she only knew the real story. She would eventually find out in good time but it was not his place to tell her. That would be her husband's choice to tell her how he planned the whole thing. Would he tell her he paid him $20,000 to have him take her for the weekend? Nick doubted he would tell her that part of the story.
He sidled up against her and felt her try to shy away. "No, you're not going to call your husband and you're certainly not going to call the police." His fingers ran over her cheek. "And you are not going home today because I'm not done making your fantasies come true."
She tried to squirm away when his fingers slid down her chin and throat until they were touching a breast. "I don't care about my fantasies. I just want to go home." The pressure of his fingertips on her breasts made her shiver. "Please don't touch me," she implored.
Ignoring her comment, Nick cupped and massaged the well-formed mound, seeing the nipple he was teasing grow taut. "It would be a shame to send you back to your beloved husband without letting you enjoy more of your fantasies."
Crystal was scared. "I don't care about my fantasies. Please let me go home," she whimpered, her eyes narrowing as if trying to hold back tears.
Nick sensed Crystal was going to be resistant all weekend to anything he had planned. And why not. She thought she had been abducted, which in a way was true even though her husband orchestrated the whole thing. Last night he played the tough guy, dishing out discipline along with pleasure that he was sure she secretly desired. And while she acquiesced to some of the discipline, her underlying fear of him stopped her from giving in completely to the sexual experiences.
It was decision time for Nick. Did he tell her about Charles and how he commissioned him to show Crystal the reality of her deep desires? Or did he continue to play the bad ass and hope she found the inner spark that would ignite her desire to be a real submissive? From her mannerism, he doubted she would magically decide to let go of her inhibitions. Maybe it was time to let her in on what her husband planned from the very beginning.
She might balk at the truth and be angry, but maybe once she accepted her situation, she might be more comfortable and willing to open up to her own fantasies. This was Charles' surprise anniversary gift and if she believed it was, then she might trust him and give in to her dark obsessions. He hesitated, staring deep into her bright emerald eyes, seeing fear which confirmed to him that, until she knew, accepted and relaxed, she was going to remain combative. If she fought him constantly, it would make for a long weekend.
In a very serious voice, he knew what needed to be said. His facial expression was soft and alluring, giving her his best friendly look. "Crystal, there is something you need to know about why you're here with me."
Her eyes opened wide and her mouth hung partially open. She yanked on the restraints holding her safely to the headboard. "What ....... what are you talking about?"
