She knew she shouldn't be here. She'd made this mistake before, time and time again with this man, but there was no stopping it. He had an unexplainable control over her, even now when she could call herself happy, one that wasn't likely to break any time soon.
"What are you thinking?" He broke her train of thought.
She smiled, shaking her head and moved closer to him. She placed a hand on his chest and he grabbed her wrist.
"What do you think you're doing? Go upstairs, I'll be up in a minute."
She wandered off, trailing her fingers over the wall as she climbed the stairs to the second floor. Reaching the top, she came across her first problem - his room or guest room.
Well why not his room? It was after all his room, she never let him do anything in there worth doing anyway!
She stopped this thought dead, biting her lip in the process.
God what's wrong with me, why do I always end up hurting people I don't even know? No, I can't do this again. This needs to stop.
She turned on her heels and started to make her way back down the stairs, only to have her way blocked about half way down.
"Where you going?" He asked her, eyes questioning her along with his words.
"I just don't think I should do this, it's not like this will ever lead to anything, we don't feel that way about each other", she told him, staring at her feet.
He took a step towards her and ran his fingers through her hair, slowly turning her around to face away from himself. He leaned in closer to her and his mouth found her neck, kissing his way up to her ear, where he stopped.
"Who said you had a choice?"
She started, tried to turn abruptly but found she couldn't. He'd pinned her to his body and before she could make any further protest everything went black.
When she awoke it was dark out. All her clothes, besides her underwear, had been removed and she was laying on the floor in the bedroom, that had caused her to doubt her decision to come here only a while ago. The carpet was soft under her body, but there was something digging into her neck that was making it hard to relax completely. She reached up to investigate and found a leather strap fastened around her neck and locked with a small padlock, the cause of her discomfort. That's when she remembered why she was here...
Fuck! What the hell is he up to? I know we've talked about rough and non-consenting sex before but I never thought he'd go this far! I just meant a bit of role playing, something innocent and fun!
She scrambled up and ran to the door. Locked.
Fuck!
"Hello my little fuck toy. Nice nap?" She turned to find her imprisoner laying on the bed.
"Adrian, what are you doing? I changed my mind okay? I'm just going to go home and we'll forget about this."
"Nah, I have other plans. And you're not going to ruin them."
"Don't forget that you have more to lose than me. I'll tell her I swear if you don't let me go."
"Something tells me that's not going to happen either. See while you were unconscious I took the liberty of taking some rather nice pictures of you, in what can only be described as compromising positions. So you say anything and I send these to everyone I know and you know. Got it? I don't like people who second guess themselves. You made your decision when you agreed to come here."
He watched her mull over her choices, before she lowered her head and nodded once.
"Perfect! So I think we'll start with a little reward for me. On all fours whore and crawl on over here."
She sank to the floor and slowly dragged herself across the distance that separated them. Once there, he took his time feeling her arse and tits and pulling her chin from side to side to see how'd she react. He stood up and she could see he was hard underneath the layers of clothing.
"Take 'em off", he told her, nodding towards his jeans. While she got to work he stroked her hair and made sure to get a good fistful wrapped around his hand.
"Now suck." She did as she was told, starting off at the tip and working her way down until she had about three quarters of his cock in her mouth.
"You can do better than that", he said, pushing her head towards his crotch and holding her there, while she spluttered and tried to adjust. And then just to make things worse he begun to thrust, small at first, but getting harder and more determined with every thrust. His dick hit the back of her throat every few seconds and she began to gag on it and lose oxygen. At the last second he pulled out.
