Here is the third part of the story, and although it's been quite a while in coming, I hope those of you who enjoyed the first and second chapters feel that this third installment does the story justice.
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Effectively robbed of my own will, my mind started to race. What could I do? I'd been on such an emotional roller coaster ride, I didn't even know which way was up, let alone which way to go to get back to the train station. And what was that crap about obsessing over me, and how did his asshole buddy know my name?
Eric carried me up the steps to his townhouse and closed the door behind him. Then, we took another flight of stairs and within a minute or two, he dropped me unceremoniously onto his King size bed. He turned around to close the bedroom door before turning back to me. He looked straight into my eyes as he walked back toward the bed, no doubt seeing the fear there.
"I'm not going to hurt you," he said, his tone gentle and pacifying.
I wanted to believe him, but after all that had happened, I just couldn't push aside my fear of him.
"I'm going to take the tape off your mouth, but only if you promise not to scream, okay?"
I managed to nod my head. I figured if I didn't scream right away, I could let him think I was comfortable and scream later. Very gently, much more so than I would have expected, he began to peel the tape from my mouth. He continued to look into my eyes with a tenderness that confused me. This was too much, just a little while ago, he gave me to his barbarian friend to use and abuse, then, when he did it, he punched him out cold.
Okay, so maybe running wasn't the best idea, but what would you have done?
Once the tape was off, Eric began running his hands over my body. Down one arm, then up he other. Over my stomach, gently, almost protectively. Then he moved down and ran a hand from my ankle up to my hips and back down, his eyes following the path of his hands over my body. In spite of myself, I began to relax. Just when I closed my eyes, and a soft moan escaped my lips, the hands abruptly left my body.
"I'm gonna run downstairs and get you a drink," he said getting up from the bed. "I'm sure you could use one. Is Vodka and OJ alright?"
I nodded my head as I closed my eyes, hoping to find a refuge in the darkness.
I heard the door of the bedroom close and looked around for the first time. It was very tastefully decorated, but still completely masculine. It was all in grays and deep blues, and it had a very sensual air to it. But that would make sense. Obviously Eric was a very sexual person it only fit that his personal space would reflect that. In spite of everything that had happened, I couldn't help but still be attracted to him. That super confident air he exuded made my pussy positively tingle, even just thinking about it. And when he was actually in the room? Forget about it. Those greener than green eyes, those lips and the way his hands felt controlling my body. And that smile. By God that smile!
As I was thinking this, I noticed a pair of scissors on the bed side table. They were easily accessible with a little maneuvering. Odd, this guy didn't seem like the type to make a mistake like that. The only reasonable explanation was that it wasn't a mistake. It must be some kind of test, but what to do? And how long had he been gone? It didn't take that long to mix a Screwdriver, so what was he up to?
I pondered my options for a few more minutes, abysmal as they were, but finally decided I had to take the chance to get away.
I moved around on the bed until I could reach the scissors. Getting them to cut through the bonds on my hands wasn't as easy as I thought it would be, but after about 10 minutes, I finally managed. I quickly cut through the ropes on my feet, and looked around the room once again, considering my options. I pocketed the scissors, knowing that they may come in handy as a weapon. I walked over to the window and looked out, hoping there would be a tree close enough to the window for me to climb out, but no such luck.
As I turned back around, I noticed a stack of pictures on his dresser. Racy pictures, X rated pictures of him. Part of my mind was screaming that I should leave, but I couldn't help myself. I picked up the stack and began to flip through. The first was a full body shot of him, showing me just what an amazing specimen of manhood he really was. He had a clearly defined 6 pack, enough to be sexy, but not too much so. I thought back to his body pressing up against mine and involuntarily let out a sigh.
The next picture showed him further down and holding on to his cock, staring right into the camera. I couldn't help but feel jealous of the woman who must have taken those pictures. The pictures just got hotter and hotter. One was a close up of his fist on his cock. One of a woman with his cock buried down her throat. I was getting so horny, and I could feel the juices start building up in my snatch.
That was my wake up call. I HAD to get out of here, and soon.
I turned around to leave, only to find a solid wall of chest blocking my way. I almost ran into him before I realized he was there. I looked up at him, and he did not look happy.
"What do you think you're doing," he asked, that controlled coldness back in his voice.
Part of me wanted to tell him I was just waiting for him, but I just couldn't take anymore.
"What the fuck do you think I'm doing you asshole?" I screamed at him. "I'm trying to get the fuck away from you."
He didn't say anything, just kept looking into my eyes. He took one step closer to me, restricting my personal space even further, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me step away from him.
"You're holding me against my will and when I get out of here, I'm gonna make sure you see the inside of a jail cell for a very long time."
Still no response, just another step forward.
"Where the fuck do you get off," I yelled.
One more step towards me.
By now, the edge in my voice was starting to wan. His presence this close to me was ripping down the wall I'd built up just a few minutes before.
Now, he came so close that I had no choice but to step back to avoid touching him. He took advantage and continued moving toward me. Once he had me pressed up against the wall beside the window, his body a mere inches from mine, he leaned in close and growled in my ear,
"What makes you think you're ever getting out of here?"
The tone of his voice, the sound of sexual need underlying every word, made me catch my breath, but I wasn't completely gone yet. I slowly moved my right hand to the pocket of my skirt to retrieve the scissors I'd hid there. As quickly as I could, I swung up to try and stab him in the arm, but he was too fast for me. He grabbed my hand as it reached its highest point before plunging down. He easily disarmed me and wretched my arm around my back. He held me there, bringing me as close as possible to his body.
"Shauna?"
A tremble went through my body as that sexy voice said my name for the first time.
"Shauna," he repeated. "What am I going to do with you?"
I refused to answer him, and he was beyond actually wanting a response. He was completely in control, and he was ready to take full advantage of that fact.
Roughly, he pushed me toward the bed, his grip hard, just short of painful.
"You fucking bitch," he said, his voice betraying some emotion for the first time. "I've wanted you since we were teenagers, and you never even gave me the time of day. And why, because I was a geek? Because I wasn't one of those retard jocks that you let treat you like dirt? Well that's fine Shauna. If that's what it takes to get to fuck you, I'm willing to be just like them."
