This is a dark erotica novel containing themes of non-consent, humiliation, punishment, anal, and bdsm (bondage, discipline, sadism, masochism) It is not for the faint of heart nor libido...
"Wake up Kitten..." The deep voice seemed to float out of nowhere. It wormed its way into my unconscious mind and pulled me out of the unknowing abyss of sleep.
I frowned, confused by the things my awakening senses were informing me of. There was the unfamiliar voice for one. But far more troubling was the fact that I could barely move my arms or legs.
Why couldn't I move? My mind began to panic. My shoulders ached. I could feel my arms were bound behind me, almost elbow to elbow. My weight was resting on my stomach and my legs were bent at the knee so that my feet reached towards my hands.
I tried to kick my legs and felt an immediate tug on my wrists, as a chord binding them to my ankles tightened. I was hogtied.
My fear multiplied. I tried to scream, and a muffled sound filled the air. It was then that I realized that something ball-like was fit snugly in my mouth, blocking the sound. That something had straps that wound behind my head and held the object in.
"Shhhh Kitten shh." A deep voice crooned from above.
I felt a large hand on my back through the fabric of my pajamas. At least I still had them on.
"I know you're scared. But you're safe. You're with me now." He sounded calm and assured, but not familiar. His voice was low and rumbling. With a strong accent, a European Spanish one. But it sounded like there was also some other nationality which I couldn't place. Italian maybe?
He adjusted himself slightly. As I moved with him, I realized that my head was resting in his lap.
It was then that I struggled like I had never struggled before. I thrashed with every ounce of strength I had and I screamed like a banshee. Or at least I tried to. His large hand covered my back and held me down easily. He began stroking my spine like a pet. The only sound I managed to make with my screams was a high pitched, muffled moaning sort of noise.
"It's alright Kitten, it's alright." His voice stayed unnervingly calm as he subdued me.
I wanted to scream at him. My name is Kate, not Kitten! But I couldn't say anything, I couldn't do anything. I was trapped. Powerless. My thrashing began to slow and I noticed how weak and tired I felt. I tried to arch away from his denim covered lap but with a gentle push from his hand I lost my balance and fell helplessly back towards his legs.
I stilled under his hands, breathing hard through my nose and shaking. Trying to think and put the pieces together of how I ended up like this. I didn't remember anything strange happening before I had fallen asleep.
Yesterday was the same as any other. Despite the beautiful San Francisco sunshine I had spent the day in my dim apartment. Editing all sorts of books. From dry factual texts to fantastical erotica. At the end of my work day I had been ready for some me time. I picked out a recent dark romance that had caught my eye and read until I was ready for more. Then I brushed my teeth, put on a breezy purple tank top and a pair of matching pajama shorts. I went to bed with my phone in one hand and my favourite clit sucker and vibrator in the other. I couldn't remember how many times I had orgasmed to the sordid graphic tales on literotica. Had this person been in my apartment when I had been pleasuring myself. There hadn't been any sign of an intruder. But maybe he had just been waiting for me to fall asleep?
Questions began to ricochet around in my brain and yet I couldn't ask any of them. Who was this guy? What did he want with me? Why was he acting like he knew me?
Then it hit me. He had called me Kitten. Was it him? Mal? No. It couldn't be him. We'd never met. He didn't even know what I looked like or what city I lived in. And yet this stranger had called me Kitten. And there was only one other person in my life who called me that. Mal was just a stranger I met online. I had been chatting with him for a few months. And those chats had been full of the raunchiest ideas I had ever heard. How many times had I gone to bed and fantasized about the things Mal wrote to me? Rereading his messages over and over as my toys drove me towards my release.
I tried to turn my head to look up at the stranger. But I felt one of his hands twine through my loose dark red hair and hold me down. Pressing my cheek into the fabric of his pants.
"That's it." Mal said with satisfaction. "Good Kitten. Now, as I was saying. I know you're scared. It's natural to be afraid of the unknown. But I'm doing this for you and me."
For me?! I tried to say something, to disagree, to beg him to let me go. I knew I wouldn't be able to. But it felt good to make my unintelligible protest. I hoped my point was obvious.
A deep chuckle filled the air.
"Yes I am, little one. You gave yourself to me a long time ago and now I'm collecting. Didn't you figure it out yet?" One of his hands continued to stroke my back.
"I'm your master, remember? Or have you already forgotten?" He sighed deeply. "That's very disappointing Kitten. You know I'll have to punish you for that."
I started to shake again. But Mal's voice continued calmly as he stroked my hair.
"Did you really think that little email would end things between us? Did you think I'd let you go that easily? So you could run off with that idiot you never wanted?" I wanted to scream at him again. I wanted George. I wasn't physically attracted to him, but in every other way he was perfect. He was nice, cute, funny, and generous. What more could I ask for?
I tried to pull away again. But I was brought up short from my attacker's hand in my hair. He was holding me in place and preventing even the smallest feeling of freedom.
Then I realized. I had George's engagement ring on my finger. Hopefully this monster hadn't seen it. What would he do to me if he knew I had said yes to George's proposal? What would he do to George? I twisted the ostentatious stone towards the palm of my hand, hoping that would be enough to hide it.
"I've been waiting so long, Kitten. I waited for you for two years and I would have waited for ten more. I knew you were scared of your desires. I knew you were a virgin."
I jerked in his hands at that surprise. I had never told my Mal about my virginity. If it was him, then how did he know?
"So I let you have your space. I let you waste your time with him because I assumed you wanted to figure out what you wanted, and then you'd come to me." His voice that was so calm a moment ago suddenly became dark and seductive.
"But you didn't want it like that did you? I should have known you wanted it this way. You wanted to make me mad, didn't you? You wanted to provoke me. To force me to prove to you what you are. Well, I've said it before, but now I can explain it to you in person," With the hand entwined in my hair he pulled my head over and for the first time, my eyes met his.
"You. Are. Mine." He growled.
He didn't look anything like I'd thought he would. Mal had described himself to me in our online conversations. But I had always pictured someone ridiculously perfect. Like a GQ model. This man was... dark. Not just his skin tone but his expression. His large face was chiseled but in a rough sort of way not the angelic bone structure I had pictured. His jaw and brow were strong. his deep set eyes had a primal air about them. They were two penetrating pools of mahogany. The intensity in them could have frozen sea water. And yet there was excitement in there too.
His shoulder length black hair fell around his face as he looked down at me. I must have looked like a deer in a car's headlights. I couldn't help it. He made me want to be invisible. I swallowed nervously.
He smiled just a little, but it was a predatory sort of smile. Like a cat amused at the antics of a bird trapped in its claws.
I tried to say, please let me go. But muffled noises were the only sound I produced.
Mal smiled more and clicked his tongue.
"Tsk tsk tsk none of that now Kitten." he said with amusement and tapped the gag in my mouth. "I put this here because you're not allowed to talk yet."
I closed my eyes. Trying to shut him out and convince myself this wasn't real. In some ways this scenario was playing out like one of my darkest, most delicious fantasies. But those were called fantasies for a reason. Reality is different. I didn't really know him. I couldn't trust him. I didn't even have a safe word. My heart pounded with terror. There was a sharp tug on my scalp from his hand clenched in my hair. I opened my eyes again, blinking back tears.
