Tied to Bed to Compel

Hey! Where am I?

I blink my eyes to see my surroundings (No Use!). Everything is dangerously dark!. My head is aching. I felt smooth mattresses behind my back.

I try to move but I can't (What the fucking fuck!). I am immobilized. I tried to pull my hands (Again, no use! ). I felt like my hands were bound to some metallic strings. My hands are stretched far away from me. Then, I realized my legs are also bound by some metallic strings.

What the fuck! I am spread-eagled and shackled. My surroundings are not only dangerously dark but also dangerously silent, dangerously cool.

I jerk when I hear the footsteps. Someone is approaching me!

I can feel someone's presence. My heart skipped a beat when my mattress sank because of the weight of someone.

"I hope you are awake, now," a cold voice hissed near my ear.

Realization hits me. I know who is the owner of the voice.

"You Bastard! Where am I? Where did you bring me?" my filled-with-rage voice did nothing to scare him. Because he chuckles like he is enjoying some private joke.

"Calm down babe!" Now his voice looks more commanding-ish than a hiss, "I already had politely asked you to -"

"Have sex with you? No." I complete his sentence before he can with a completely disgust-filled voice.

Even though I can't see his face, I can feel his rage.

I tried to wriggle when his hand started trailing from my navel to the north.

"Are you aware, you are under my mercy?" Trust me! He is not asking me. It was more like a threat, much like a dangerous warning.

I can't help myself but feel his hand. His hand is slowly unbuttoning my blouse.

Damn! I am wet. My head is warning me to resist him but my pleasure-seeking-goddess is doing the opposite.

"Stop!" I yell but he is not listening to me.

"Why are you being so stubborn?" He successfully opened my blouse. Slowly, his hands slid to my back to unhook my bra.

"Stop the fuck," Ha! My voice betrays my sudden unwelcoming desire. It was more like a moan when he cut the bra with a scissor. My nipples hardened when he made an I-am-not-going-to-stop hiss.

"Are you sure?" he tugs one of my rock-hard nipples.

I made a please-do-it-again moan.

'He just wants to fuck you not to love you. Don't let him!' My head tries to remind me. But I can't resist him. I want to let him. I want to let him do whatever he wants to.

"Tell me," he whispers in the corner of my mouth while squeezing and fondling my nipples.

"What?" I gasp. My mind can't register anything. It's weird but so good!

He replaced his hand with his tongue.

"Ugh!" He sucks so hard. I bet, even if the room will bathe in the light then also I can't see anything but a pool of sensations. His cold tongue fondles my nipple then scrapes with his teeth. I am almost close to climax just because of his expert tongue.

"Are you still going to pretend that you don't love me," his expert tongue stopped fondling me.

"Don't tell me it's 'love', it's 'lust'," I bark at him.

"Now, what's the name of the feeling that is being built inside you," his hand glides south while his tongue resumes its previous action. He unbuttoned my jeans.

"Son of bitch!" I pants when his hand slithers like a snake until it reaches my sex.

"There is no synch between what you say and what your pussy lips say."

He starts circling my clitoris.

Jeez! I can't pretend anymore. I want him.

He tugs my jeans and panties down and scoots between my widely-spread legs.

"You're so wet," he slowly slithers for my vagina like a snake that slithers for its prey.

Slowly he starts eating my pussy while his hands squeeze my tits.

I tried to wriggle to absorb the pain (No! pleasure). But I can't move. Which only frustrated me more.

"Fuck!" a moan escapes from my mouth.

I can hear a satisfactory chuckle. He dips his tongue into my vagina. I greedily grind my hips to meet his tongue. Slowly, he circles his tongue and gradually increases his pace, and deliberately stops. Jeez! He is doing it on purpose. I am anticipating his tongue to move again there. But this time he thrust his long finger. I cry out loud.

"Do you want me to stop!" he asks while I am panting.

He swiftly withdraws his finger and thrust again (This time harsher!).

"Answer me!"

I am not going to answer him. Damn! He is fucking asking me for my permission to rape me.

"God! You are so adamant," He withdrew his finger, "But, don't worry. I will compel you to open your foul mouth."

His promise sends shivers up my spine.

He sits upright between my thighs. I can't see but I guess he is searching for something.

"Ha! Here we go, the magic wand which will destroy your ego."

I can't see anything. Honestly, why can't he switch on the lights?

I hear a buzzing sound.

..........to be continued..............