"If you want to live to orgasm again, I suggest you do as I say. " a deep voice said gruffly in my ear. I felt something hard and cold pressed to my neck. Turning my head slightly, I could see that it was a gun. I tried to turn to see him, but he wouldn't let me. After the day I'd had, this didn't surprise me. Icing on the cake, so to speak.
A few days ago, my asshole boss had made a pass at me and I turned him down. Well, today I learned that I was fired for some bullshit reason which I had every intention of disputing. Anyway, leaving my office I find that my car wouldn't start, and after talking to my towing company, I learn that the truck can't get to my car until later. By this time it was almost dark, so out of frustration(and stupidity)I decided to walk home. I don't live far, but I know I shouldn't have done it. I was in sight of my house when I heard rapid footsteps behind me and then the voice in my ear.
Seeing the gun, I knew it would be stupid to try and resist. And having already acted so stupid, I decided to do what he wanted. And I had a pretty good idea of what that was. As I stood there waiting for him to give me his next command, I feel a sharp sting in my neck and then I feel myself falling.
When I wake up, I am lying naked in a huge tub rapidly filling with water. My hands are tied to these metal rings mounted on each side of the tub. Since bathtubs don't normally come with rings like that, I'm guessing he has done this before. Looking around, I see a spacious well kept bathroom. And then I hear footsteps. He walks into the bathroom and just stands there staring at me. Seeing him for the first time is shocking. I had been expecting some hideous creature that could never have gotten a willing woman. He was wearing only a pair of low riding jeans. This gave me a good look of his well sculpted chest. And his face, my God! With that and his long black hair, his vivid green eyes, he could be a model. So why did he resort to this? He walked over and knelt down beside the tub.
He picked up a body sponge that was laying on the tub edge and lathered it with some sweet smelling soap. He then proceeded to bathe me, starting at my neck, he moved lower to my breasts, where he teased my nipples with the sponge, making me want to moan. Yet, for some reason I am incapable of speech. It's like I'm dreaming, yet I know it's real.
"It's very simple. I was driving by and I saw you. I wanted you. And what I want I take. That is why you are here. How long you are here depends. " he said as he leaned over and turned off the water. I was about to ask him what it depended on, when he placed a finger to my lips and said "It depends on you, my whore for the evening. " and with that cryptic answer he resumed his bathing of me. Moving lower to my stomach, stroking back and forth. He had no way of knowing how sensitive my stomach was, but I'm sure the way I was moving tipped him off. And still lower he moved with that sponge, stopping just above my pussy. He dropped the sponge, and then rinsed his hand off.
