Damien laughed, he finally found the missing piece to his life. He found the piece that would make everything change, for her.
He followed the young woman until they rounded a corner. She was a beautiful little thing. Shoulder length, mousy brown hair, wistfully playing around her face. She looked merely five feet tall, if that and her green eyes shown like emeralds shimmering in the moonlight. This was the girl he wanted. And he was going to have her.
He curved into an alcove of the parking lot. She was headed for a small red Honda Civic. She bent to unlock the door, her jeans riding just lower than they should, showing off a mischievous little thong. Damien walked closer and wrapped his arms around her, placing the rag over her mouth until she went limp in his arms. His masculine body overpowered hers by a long shot. Hell, he wasn't a body builder, but working on cars.. and building some other interesting equipment, kept his twenty five year old body in shape.
Damien let the young woman's body fall into his embrace before lifting her and moving with a steady clip to his black Chevy Pick Up a few feet away. Stars, she was tiny. She must be barely 20; maybe eighteen years old at least. He opened the passenger door and placed her inside the warmed cab, closing and engaging the child protecting lock. He moved over to the driver's side and quickly sped out into the busy intersection, thanking his quit wit and cleverness that he would never be caught.
An hour later the girl woke, stretching like a newborn kitten and looking around, suddenly becoming frantic.
"What's going on?" She started struggling before realizing that she was the only occupant in the vehicle. "Where the HELL am I?!"
She tried to get before noticing her hands and legs were bound tightly with thick rope. She felt like she'd been drugged, and started to sob. The tinted windows did nothing to hide what was going on around her. She saw trees, lots of them. Also the roof of a cottage home. She craned her neck trying to see more.
The door opened with a sudden tug, making her body shudder. She felt hands wrap around her waist and pull her out. Screaming, she tried her very hardest to remove the grasp on her hips.
"Hush, kitten,. No one can hear you. It's ok; you're going to be fine. Calm down or Master's going to have to gag those pretty little lips of yours." Damien emphasized his warning while he held the hysterical woman against the tall length of his body, and slid a finger down her tear drenched cheek, tracing her lips.
In merely a whisper, she glared and spoke. "You psycho freak. Let me go. I'm not you're kitten and I don't know what the fuck you mean by master you dirty ba.." Her words were broken off by a sharp crack across the mouth. She tasted blood, and felt the warm tears filling her eyes again.
"You will not speak with such a naughty mouth young lady. If you persist to remain naughty, I will punish you worse. The best bet for you now is to remain silent." She looked at him with saddened eyes and her head fell against his chest. She thought about how comfortable she felt there, how perfectly she fit, before shooing the feelings away with the reality of the current events.
Damien picked her up and brought her into the kitchen of his well-hidden country home. He sat her ass right on the kitchen table and waited till her sobs quieted before speaking to her calmly.
"You will not leave here. You will die if your out there alone. My neighbors are far and few in between. But there are many hunters. I own you know, you are my property and I will mark your ass to prove it. If you run and anyone finds you, they will know you belong to me and return your sorry ass to a real harsh punishment. I do not wish your pain, Child, merely your obedience. You will remain my Kitten until your time of death. Kid, this means you're mine till we die together. Now," he walked over to her and smiled sweetly, "What's my kittens name?"
She shivered and felt his breathe on her skin. His voice was like silken lava, warm and soft. His skin was lightly tanned, like he worked outside a lot, and his black scruffy hair and goatee fit him perfectly. Hazel eyes looked down on her.
"Tell me now, baby, I know you don't want the consequences." She watched him walk over to the counter to pick up a heavy wooden spoon and walk back to her with it. She considered, and remained quiet. Damien sighed and put his leg on the chair next to them and whisked her over his knee. He held her down with ease and quickly yanked the jeans to her knees, avoiding the removal of her panties. It was a g-string after all.
With one hard spank with the wooden spoon and she twisted and screamed. The girl tried to hide her exposed cheeks from Damien, only to get fifteen more swats then 10 more from his large hand.
Whimpering and crying silently over his knee she broke down. "My name is Chloe. I'm nineteen." She said while staring at the white tile floor.
Damien stood her up, fixing her hooded sweatshirt and t-shirt. He ran his fingers through her soft, straight hair. She was surprised that her little good deed gave her the reward of her leg restraints removed. She only wished Damien would pull up her pants.
With her arms still bound before her, she tried to back up. Running was out of the question when the mountain sized Greek God in front of her was blocking her way. Se settled with pulling at loose threads on her black hoodie and avoiding eye contact.
Chloe shifted when Damien bent down to kiss her thread a finger in the elastic of her panties and pull them down just enough for him to see bare skin. Damien laid a gentle kiss on the skin exposed to his hungry gaze and pulled he elastic back into place. He continued by sliding the jeans up her pale legs and over her luscious tush. For fun he smacked her rear end to watch her squirm. Chloe's bottom was still sore.
