After Hours

Chapter Two: Becoming Acquainted

~ Beau's Perspective ~

I awoke the next morning entirely content, a small goddess asleep in my arms. I couldn't help myself as I carefully lifted the covers off of her, knowing that the heat from my own body was more than enough to keep her warm and asleep. My gaze drifted over every inch of her faultless form, enjoying every delicate curve and delectable dip, drinking in the perfection that was my wife-to-be.

Stellas outer beauty is more than enough to arouse any man, however it was her kind heart, generous disposition and intelligence that had sparked my initial interest. Even now, with her fast asleep in my arms, I'm still in awe that I'm able to call this quintessential, impeccable little thing my own... In a sense. As my eyes wandered higher I felt my chest constrict and my heart ache as my view fell upon her tear-stricken face. A reminder that the immense love that I feel for her is not reciprocated, at least not yet. No matter how long it takes, no matter the struggles and barriers that I must overcome, I will win over the heart of my beloved Stella.

Gently unwrapping my arms from around her, I laid Stella flat on her back, her legs opening all on their own leaving her battered pussy on full display. I had intended to just go downstairs and bring her breakfast in bed, however my body acted all on its own and I found myself sliding between her slender legs.

At first, I just took in the sight of her, the first thing that drew my attention was the slight bruising on her hips where I had gripped her too hard. My gaze then drifted to her swollen clitoris and puffy lips, her entire body thoroughly displaying the full extent of our love making. A pang of guilt hit me as I remembered my less than gentle treatment of my beloved Stella, stealing her virginity in a fit of lust rather than making it the special occasion that I had originally intended it to be. I internally scolded myself for allowing my emotions to get the best of me before remembering the sweet sounds of her moans and the incredible feeling of her vaginal walls constricting around me as we climaxed together. Just the thought of last night was enough to make me hard, my cock now fully erect, I chastised myself for my juvenile behavior.

In an attempt to reign in my raging lust I took in a deep breath then exhaled harshly, as I let out the large gust of air, I was rewarded with a melodic moan as Stella reacted to the sensation in her sleep. I could practically feel the shit-eating grin that now encompassed my face, my mind and heart soaring as I made up my mind- rather than waking her with breakfast in bed, I'd wake her with an orgasm.

As I'd done before, I blew a gentle stream of air directly onto her beautiful and engorged clitoris, which earned another mewl from my sweet sleeping Stella. Carefully, as not to wake her prematurely, I used my fingers to spread her lips apart and gave her pussy a feather-soft swipe with my tongue. I continued to lavish her pussy with gentle strokes, reveling in the erotic scent wafting from her pussy and thoroughly enjoying the taste of her delectable love juices on my tongue. Ever so slowly I focused my ministrations directly onto her swollen clitoris, circling the little bud with my tongue over and over again, before taking the entire thing between my lips and suckling. Stella had grown more and more aroused; mewling, moaning and writhing under my touch.

As I continued sucking on her clit, I inserted my middle finger and began gently pumping it in and out of her. After her encouraging reaction, I inserted another finger and began pumping with a steady rhythm. I continued suckling and fingering her for a while before deciding to change things up. With extreme caution and care I took her enlarged clitoris between my teeth and within seconds she was crying out with her orgasm. My face was drenched in her juices, and I was as hard as a rock as I brought my eyes up to her face I noticed that she was now fully awake, her face beat red and her eyes filled with both shock and lust. It took every ounce of self-control that I possessed not to shove my cock into her sweet little pussy and take her as I had the night before. I had to keep reminding myself that it's not my night with her, and that the others are likely already awake and waiting for us to join them. I painstakingly tore myself away from the welcoming embrace that lies between her legs and brought my body up to lay next to her. Stella turned to face me, and I took the opportunity to gently grab the side of her face and lean in for a kiss.

"Good morning, Beautiful." I soothed as I gently brushed her mussed hair out of her face, noticing that I'd accidentally gotten some of her own juices on her lips in the process. "I trust that you slept well?" I said, a broad smile on my face, I couldn't help the slight groan that escaped me as I watched her tongue dart out and lick her own juices off of her lips. As if possessed, I couldn't tear my gaze away from her supple lips, even as I noticed them moving, I was entirely entranced until I felt a gentle poke on my shoulder bringing me out of my daze.

"Oh, uh, I'm sorry. What did you say?" I said abashedly, yet again embarrassed at my inability to control my lust.

"I-I asked if I could take a shower?" She said shyly, her eyes downcast and her voice timid.

"Of course, Love, anything for you." I said as I placed another kiss on her luscious lips before getting up and walking over to the bathroom. My cock was still raging and twitched wildly at every slight stimulation, I let out a heavy sigh, again reminding myself that I had to control my lust. I reminded myself that today's Adrians night with her, and that tradition forbids me from being with her... from being inside of her. Regaining some composure, I turned the shower on allowing it to heat up to the proper temperature while I grabbed a few towels, some soap and other necessities.

As I looked up from my task I saw Stella standing in the doorway of the bathroom, draped only in the white duvet from the bed. Seeing her standing there looking so innocent yet so sexy made both my heart and cock jump. "Fuck tradition." I thought to myself as I all but ran over to Stella and lifted her into my arms, placing her against the bathroom wall and kissing her with every ounce of passion that I'd been holding back.

~ Stella's Perspective ~

I was startled when Beau had grabbed me, afraid of what he might do, yet my fear quickly vanished as I felt his lips cover my own. I melted into his embrace, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of our tongues intertwining and rhythmically dancing together. I surprised even myself as I slowly wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening our already passionate kiss. A million emotions racked my brain as I felt my need for Beau growing: embarrassment, shame, lust, excitement and so many more. However I had no time to focus on any of them as Beau began walking towards the shower.

Now under the gentle and warm spray of the water, Beau and I continued our incredible kiss until he moved his mouth down to my neck- sucking, kissing and biting in all the right spots. As Beau put me back down onto my own two feet, I felt as though my legs would give out, and in the heat of the moment I reached out and grabbed onto the thing nearest to me in order to steady myself- which just so happened to be Beau's rigid cock.

I looked down to find myself gently gripping the end of Beau's cock, just a few centimeters above where it's attached to his pelvis. It was large in my hand, hot, pulsing and incredibly hard. Despite myself and all of my reservations, I carefully wrapped my hand tighter around him and moved it along his shaft and then back down again. Beau let out an appreciative moan as his head lolled back, his erotic gesture startled me back into reality and before I could pull away, Beau wrapped his hand around mine and exclaimed "Don't stop, Stella!" breathlessly, he whispered "Please, don't stop."

Guiding my movements, Beau moved my hand up and down the length of his cock again, forcing me to grip him harder than I had been before. We continued this motion together for a few more strokes before he removed his hand, allowing me to move on my own. It was as if I was possessed, as if my hand had a mind of its own as it lovingly embraced his cock. My mind was screaming at me to let go, to try and run away however I also couldn't help but wonder what his cock would taste like.

As I continued exploring Beau's member with my hand, I became more experimental; cupping his balls, running my finger along the dorsal vein under his cock and gently rubbing just the head. Beau was moaning and thrusting his hips into my hand and within just a few minutes he was cumming. "Fuck Stella, that was... fuck." Was all that Beau managed to say as he pulled me into his arms, wrapping them tightly around me and placing a kiss on top of my head. After catching his breath Beau said that we should really head downstairs before anyone came looking for us and I hurriedly agreed, anxious to get out of this previously passionate and now mortifying situation. In barely one night I'd gone from a virgin to a dick craving idiot!

Beau and I rinsed off simultaneously, however I was reluctant to get out of the shower when the time came. Despite using a plethora of soap, I still didn't feel clean, I suppose I was hoping to wash away my sinful thoughts, and yet they still remained. All that I could think about was how good it felt to orgasm, how wonderful Beau made me feel, and at the same time I was mortified. I felt as though I was betraying myself by feeling any pleasure from this situation. I was disgusted by how many times I had to remind myself that he's not my lover, he's my kidnapper. And I was absolutely ashamed at the fact that I was somewhat excited to see what tonight has in store for me.

As I finally stepped out of the shower, Beau wrapped me in a large, fluffy, white towel, placing another kiss on top of my head as he did. We then walked back into his room together and I watched as he dressed himself. As much as I may try to deny it, I can't help but admit to being attracted to him. Under different circumstances, I would say that in terms of appearance, Beau and his brothers would be exactly my type. I averted my gaze as Beau turned back in my direction and I waited for him to speak first.

"I don't have any clothes for you in here yet, and I doubt that you'd want me picking out what you wear." He said with a soft chuckle and charming grin. "Feel free to help yourself to anything in here, whatever makes you feel the most comfortable. I'll give you some privacy to change, just come down to the kitchen when you're ready." he added as he placed a kiss on my cheek and then exited the room.

Now that I was alone, I let out a loud and audible sigh, enjoying my momentary reprieve. However within seconds, my conscience took over and dark thoughts invaded my mind. I was raped, I'd had my virginity stolen from me by a man that I hardly knew and yet... I wanted more. I couldn't help myself as I reached my hand down between my legs and found my pussy absolutely drenched and begging for attention. I thought back to just a few moments ago; to holding Beaus cock in my hand, feeling his excitement and seeing the look of unmistakable pleasure on his face as I brought him to orgasm. The memory made me crave the feelings I'd experienced last night, of Beau making love to me with his long, thick and hard cock. I took a quick look around the room before hurrying over to the bed, I dropped my towel to the ground and then carefully laid down on the messy sheets.

Slowly, and with much trepidation, I began rubbing my aching pussy focusing on my clit. I brought my other hand up to my breast and gently caressed my nipple as I inserted a finger into my swollen sex. I pumped my finger in and out slowly, trying to replicate Beaus movements from this morning, as my pleasure increased, I inserted another finger. I pumped my fingers in and out of my dripping cunt as I alternated tweaking and twisting my nipple and before long I felt my pussy clench around my fingers as I orgasm ed. I laid still for a moment, catching my breath and organizing my thoughts. As I laid still, I could feel a deep blush spread across my cheeks. What the hell is wrong with me?!

I chastised myself as I rushed out of the bed and grabbed the first clothes that I could find: baggy boxers, an enormous gray t-shirt and even bigger black sweatpants. I was practically swimming in his clothes but at the moment, I didn't mind, all that I could think about was getting some food into my system and then planning eventual my escape.

I combed my fingers through my hair a few times before making my way out the door and down the stairs, I turned into the kitchen only to be greeted by all six of my captors. I put my head down as I walked over to the table and took the available seat between Adrian and Beau.

"Nice of you to join us!" Adrian said with a charming grin. "I was worried I'd have to come up and get you." He added with a wink, once again I felt the all too familiar heat spread across my face as embarrassment flooded my mind. My eyes remained downcast as Mary set a plate of eggs, bacon and sliced strawberries in front of me. "Eat up, Ella, we've got a long day ahead of us!" Adrian said excitedly. Still, unsure and quite frankly, unwilling to speak, I remained silent as I ate my breakfast. The surrounding men chatted amongst themselves, their words blurring together in my mind as I tried to tune all of them out, when suddenly I felt something brush against my leg.

Startled out of my thoughts, I looked between both Adrian and Beau to see which one of them had touched me, yet I found them both preoccupied. As I felt the bump again, I stole a glance underneath the table, only to find one of the sweetest faces I'd ever seen. Staring back at me was the most adorable chocolate brown Labrador and I couldn't help but smile as I noticed his happy eyes and wagging tail. I reached my hand out to his nose and gave him a chance to sniff me before I began petting him.

"I see you've met Bear." Said a hushed voice from across the table, I looked up to see James' smiling face. "He's a real great dog, loves it when you scratch behind his right ear." He added with a lopsided smile. I took his advice and began scratching behind his ear which earned me a few loving licks and some incredibly vigorous tail wagging. I looked up at James again and couldn't help but return his smile.

"The hell are you two doing?" Came a gruff voice from above, surprised by the intrusive voice, both James and I jumped and simultaneously banged our heads on the table. Before I could reach the back of my head, Adrian had put his large hand there and began gently rubbing it.

"Why do you have to bother them, huh?" Said an annoyed looking Ian, to which a brooding Dacre rolled his eyes.

"I was just petting the dog." I said in a hushed tone, hoping to alleviate some of the awkward tension, while shying away from Adrians embrace. Dacre gave a curt nod in my direction as Ian chuckled at my flustered state.

"Don't pay those two any mind, Darling. You're free to do whatever you please without any explanation." Mary said with finality.

"Well, as fun as this breakfast has been, Stella and I have both finished up, so we'll be excusing ourselves." Adrian said cooly as he grabbed my hand and stood from the table.

"Don't you think it's a bit early for that?" Beau said through clenched teeth.

"I'm not taking her to bed yet, you dunce, I'm taking her out to the garden. Not that it's any of your concern, considering it's my day with her." Adrian said defensively, if not a bit angrily. Without a moments more hesitation, Adrian brought me through the house and out the back door. "I'm sorry about all that, Ella, my brothers can be a bit... overbearing at times." He said as he shook his head. "You don't mind if I call you Ella, do you?" He quarried honestly.

"I suppose not." I said as I looked around the vast expanse of land, it was littered with wild flowers and vegetation, it was chaotic yet controlled and truly stunning.

"What would you prefer to be called?" Adrian persisted.

"I don't really care." I shrugged as I continued gazing at the glorious landscape, both in an attempt to take in the stunning scenery and evade looking at Adrian. With an exasperated sigh, Adrian once again grabbed my hand and lead me through the yard. He was walking at a brisk pace and I struggled to match his speed. One stride of his was equivalent to three of my own, and I was practically running to keep up with him. As we walked further and further away from the house, my mind began to wander and my stomach began to twist. Why would he be taking me so far out into the woods? What could he possibly be planning?

"A-Adrian? Where are we going?" I asked as I tried to reign in my breathing.

"A quiet place that I built a few years ago, it's much more... private." He said seductively. I felt a chill run down my spine, a mixture of excitement and fear. Noticing my flushed state, Adrian slowed his speed to a more manageable pace for me, however he still held my hand tightly. A few minutes of walking later and I could feel the soft grass beneath my feet change into pebbles and a small cottage appeared. With a smile, Adrian ushered me inside and had me sit on the sofa while he used the restroom.

The cottage was rather quaint, certainly more to the standards of what I was initially expecting the house to be like. From what I could tell the cottage consisted of only: two rooms, a bathroom, a small kitchen and the living area where I was currently seated. The furniture was rustic, though not warm down and the overall atmosphere was quite inviting. Adrian reemerged from the bathroom and sat in the large armchair directly across from me. We sat looking at each other for a while before my gaze dropped to the ground.

"How about we play a game?" Adrian asked wistfully, I chanced a glance in his direction, not entirely sure that I liked where this was going. "We'll play a version of 20 questions. In this game you'll have the option to choose not to answer what the other person asked, but if you don't answer, then you have to strip." He said as he stood and walked over to the small kitchen, grabbing two glasses. "Whoever is entirely naked first, loses." He added as he filled the two cups with water.

"What happens if I win?" I asked, unable to hide the joyfulness of my tone.

"Don't get too excited, Ella, I'm not going to let you go." Adrian said with finality, already knowing that I was hoping to win my freedom. "If you win, then I'll break tradition and leave you untouched for the night. But when I win, I'll be allowed to do whatever I want with you." Adrian said cockily as he walked back over to where I was seated and gave me one of the glasses.

"Won't you do that anyways?" I mumbled under my breath, truly not meaning for him to hear me.

"I suppose you're right." He said dejectedly and I could feel my breath catch in my throat. "Then if I win... you'll have to give me a proper blow job and I get to tie you up with no complaints or funny business." Adrian added with a wink, I took a large sip of water as I contemplated my options.

On the one hand, if I were to win, I wouldn't be forced to do anything sexual with him- at least, not tonight. Maybe I could even request that we sleep in different rooms, I thought to myself with a slight smile. However on the other hand, if I were to lose then he'd tie me up, but whose to say that he wouldn't have done that anyways? I'd also have to give him a blowjob, which I suppose wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.

Slowly, my thoughts began to drift back to this morning. To Beau's rock solid cock in my hand, and again, I couldn't help but wonder what a cock would taste like. I swiftly shook my head, attempting to rid myself of my abhorrent thoughts. I reminded myself that his conditions didn't matter, because I was going to win.