So, this story came about during...personal time (heh heh). It is a long standing fantasy of mine because I think it's super hot. It's also in a different perspective/point of view; hopefully this goes over well. So, enjoy...
~E
I woke up blindfolded and bound.
A thin piece of cloth was in my mouth, pressing against my tongue, parting my teeth as it stretched across the corners of my lips. It dug into my cheeks and I could feel my saliva making it soaking wet. I was breathing around it but couldn't see where I was or how I had gotten here.
I had been sitting in a café, enjoying a coffee with some girlfriends and on the way home... I remembered being hit from behind, like something large grabbed me and forced a bag over my head. I started to moan a little. Was this the end for me? Was I going to be sold into trafficking? Because that had been an up and coming thing lately.
I started to rock back and forth, noticing my shorts had been riding up my ass and the black tank I was wearing was sort of bedraggled and hanging up near my shoulders, exposing my back. I was on all fours, my wrists tied behind my ankles which were secured together. I could feel the material of my blue Chucks scraping against my thumbs. I was still dressed for some reason, bra and panties still on but if I was going to be raped, why keep me clothed?
My cheek was pressed to the floor, grime pressing into my flesh and I felt my hair pooling around me in waves. Dyed a dark teal, I knew it was going to look dirty and disgusting. And I had just washed it too! I sighed thinking about the hassle of cleaning my hair for it was so thick and tangled. I rolled my eyes behind my blindfold, wondering why I was worried about my fucking hair when I should be worried about why I was ass up, face down in a strange room.
The smell of musk infiltrated my senses and I heard clanging going on around me. Alright, I was in a warehouse of some sort or even an old factory.
I wiggled my fingers, nails scraping against my shoes as I did so. Something silky was wrapped around my wrists and ankles so at least it wasn't harsh. I tried to move my hands down over my feet but my shoulders wouldn't allow that for I was ridiculously short, rounding five feet and a centimeter, if that.
My arms were beginning to ache as were my knees. I must have been in this position for hours given my joints needed to be stretched and popped. My back was hurting already from its odd position as it supported my bottom.
Thinking quickly, I wondered what could have landed me here. I was a good girl, in my last year of grad school on full scholarship for political science. I was working on my Master's and was about to enter into a summer internship with the local congressman. I had a part time job at the same café where I was taken at to help support bills my grants didn't cover. I loved my life; I had great friends and family but no love life.
My last boyfriend dumped me after I had been accepted into grad school because he couldn't "handle the stress" that comes with advanced education. We had been together since our senior year of high school and he was my first serious lover. After him, I had one or two hook-ups but nothing I felt had any lasting effects. I was usually too busy with work and school.
There was my best friend, Josh, who I found myself slowly becoming attracted to but he had a bitch of a girlfriend who was all about money, money, money. Expensive things, cars, heels, the works. I despised Elise and why he was still with her after nearly two years was beyond me. He would constantly complain to me about her and I'd pick up the pieces she would often rip out of him. She was a terrible human being and deserved to be punted in the cunt.
I shivered with revulsion at the thought of her using her body to get what she wanted from Josh like purses and shit.
Josh and I had met when I interned at the governor's office four years ago for some extra credit so it would look good on my transcript and resume. The governor's daughter was my age and she was dating Josh at the time. I was working one night with her dad's analysts on some huge voter survey when I overheard them fighting.
I was there when he walked in the conference room, tears running down his handsome face, bright blue eyes standing out in his bloodshot sclera. My heart ached for him and I knew he needed a friend. So, being the kind of girl I am, I comforted him and told him what he had needed to hear. After calming him, I had convinced him to go back to Alena and reconcile. Which he did.
I prided myself in the continuing of their relationship, knowing I had a small part of it until they finally called it quits, a year later. But we had kept in touch, becoming the best of friends rather quickly. I saw him as a brother. And then, before I could swoop in to mend his broken heart, Elise Beresford pounced on him like a tiger and basically tore his throat out, with me in the way of his spraying blood.
For some reason, he popped in my mind and I felt myself growing heated. We had been good friends for almost five years and I had never thought of him in a sexual sense. But one night, when he had thrown a housewarming party for his new home last summer, I caught him stripping bare in his bedroom as I looked for a restroom. I had paused and was utterly entranced. I remember I had felt juices dripping down my thighs in my dress as I eyed him from the crack in his door.
A whimper escaped me then as I recalled his muscular form in the low light, the way his abs dipped into that "v" landing above dark curls. And I had to admit, he had a pretty impressive package that had me leaning in towards the door. His nipples were erect and the right one was even pierced. I never knew that and I had wanted nothing more than to run my tongue over it. His dark red hair had been pushed up and back, short in the back in a James Dean sort of way but he somehow made it look erotic.
Before I knew what I had been doing, I'd accidentally leaned too far forward that the door creaked open. Feigning innocence, I pretended to just "stumble" in and act like I hadn't known where I was going.
"T-the bathroom?" I'd asked, cheeks hot and body incredibly fired up.
A sly smile had appeared on his cute face, pulling up his thick lips. His strong jaw had twitched before he grabbed his black shorts that had been around his feet to hide his privates from me. "Oh Rose. It's down the hall, first door on the right."
My eyes had been fixed on his shorts, right where his zipper was still hanging down and I had licked my lips, which he caught. "Thanks," I muttered and scurried off to both pee and relieve myself.
