Alex. That motherfucker. I will find a way out of this.
A small fire of anger sparking in the pit of my despair.
I watch him from a sideways angle while the side of my face is still smushed against the rug. As he walks to the couch to sit down, I see none of the nervous energy in his actions like when I originally met him. Some of his dark hair is askew and his cock is sitting overtop his pants and boxers with his legs splayed in typical male fashion. At some point he must have taken off his coat and jacket because I can see them hanging near the door. The layers of clothing had hid how toned he was. Not a musclehead, but no pushover either. A five 'o'clock shadow was starting to become visible along his jawline.
"Well, let's give that about 20 minutes, shall we?" as he glances at his watch and casually palms himself. I don't know if he's trying to get himself ready again or doing it just because he can. While holding himself, he picks up my laptop he'd left on the couch. I take the moment of distraction to subtly move around to figure out how much arm movement I had. Without the floor and Alex pinning my jacket to my waist, the coat had become quite loose. In addition, a button must have snapped off during my...
No, stop. You can't think about the past. It won't help now.
I tell myself.
"Let's get business out of the way. A delayed email about your unfortunate sickness will do nicely, won't it?" he looks over to me and smiles like we're planning to play hookie, then looks down to start typing away. I try to think how fast I can get up and what's my nearest exit.
Maybe grabbing my cellphone and sending a message would be faster? Could I get to a knife instead? No, I don't know anything except SING from Miss Congeniality. My cellphone and the kitchen is behind me while Alex is in front of me, but the kitchen just leads to a basement...Maybe I could grab the cellphone and make a run to the basement? If I can close the door, I'll have time to call someone. Who do I call? 911, duh. Goddammit, keep it together. As I get up, I can get the coat off and throw it at him. There's a pot I washed last night still drying on the counter I can use to defend myself!
I remember and hope starts to bloom within me.
"What's that smile for?" he says, looking suspicious and makes a motion as if to get up.
Fuck.
I rock back on my heels as I wiggle my arms to free them from the coat, but I've forgotten about the belt circling the mass of cloth around me. I panic, but manage to get up and run. The butt plug feels weird and makes it difficult to run. Without my hands free, I miss my cellphone and the pot when I pass through the kitchen. I frantically try to loosen my arms. I hear pounding footsteps behind me.
"Stop!" he shouts.
I reach the door to the basement just as I manage to get a hand free. As I open the door and turn around to close it, I can see his face scrunched up in anger. I close the door, bracing my shoulder against it. The lock slips through my fingers.
Please, please, please...
I feel Alex shove himself against the door, but thankfully, these stairs have a landing and a wall opposite of the door. My legs are locked and wedged against wall. The force needed to push back against the door tenses all my muscles causing the plug pops out of my cunt. I feel cum running down my nylon covered thighs as I try again to lock the door.
Yes! Success!
The door is locked.
"You open this fucking door right now!" as he pounds on the door.
I slide down the ground, my lungs struggling for oxygen. I hiss in pain when my reddened ass touches the cold linoleum. Cum continues to slowly seep from my cunt which gaps and contracts around a phantom plug.
"Open the door, you bitch!"
"Fuck you!" I shout, finally yanking my other arm out of the coat. After a minute of untangling myself, I'm free of the belt and coat. I take off my ripped tights and feel disgusted that with every movement which is causing my pussy to smearthe ejected cum on itself as it rubs against the linoleum. I use the coat to wipe the cum off me, although the rough material brushes against my clit making me moan.
I can hear him pacing behind the door. I can tell he's trying to think of how to get to me. I need to act quickly. I remember two windows in the basement. Turning on a light, I make my way down the steps, throwing off my torn blouse and bra. I pull some rumpled laundry from the drier. After discarding the last of my clothing, my skirt, I put on a shirt and jeans. No bra or underwear, I don't have time waste.
Eyeing the window, I hope I can wedge through. It's one of those small half-windows that some basements have. I never cared since the basement was unfinished, but I was definitely finding a way to get bigger windows when this is all over. I drag an old wooden chair underneath one of the windows and look through. It's still dark, but I don't see any movement. Opening the window, I scramble through. The pea gravel lines the edge of the house. Displaced by my weight, the pea gravel roars in my ears compared to the silence of the night.
I'm kneeling outside the window with only my feet inside when a leg swings over my waist and hands start strangling me. My air was cut off mid-inhale. I try to cough. It's making it all worse. I grab his legs to do something, anything, but my hands can only feebly claw at his caves through his pants. My vision starts to fade. I grab some of the gravel and throw it, but none of it even hits him.
"Don't fight me." He growls. My limbs no longer hold me. Whatever vision I had in the night fades away completely.
Damn.
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I wake up moaning. Pleasure consumes me, my hips push into hands which are rubbing my clit and fingering my cunt. I attempt to move my limbs, but my hands are restrained above my head and I feel something wrapped around my ankles, almost completely spreading them wide and tight. I feel pillows propping my hips up. I'm completely naked except for my restraints. A kind of plastic crinkles underneath my ass as I move.
"Wha..."
"You're awake. Let's try this again, you naughty girl." His words register at the same time I feel his fingers dig into my hips and his cock thrust into my cunt. My eyelids fly open and I gasp. His earlier stretching hadn't fully taken, so he only makes it about halfway before he backs off. Pistoning his hips to mine again, he achieves success. His hips are now cradled in mine, the pillows beneath me almost completely flat.
He picks up something on the bed to the left of my waist.
"Found this in your drawer, you little slut." My pocket vibrator starts buzzing, my gaze fixated as he slowly lowers it to my clit. Oddly enough, he's gentle with it, not smashing up against my clit like he shoved his cock in my cunt. His erratic emotional and physical interactions with me are completely confusing, adding to my sense of lost control and forced arousal. Reluctantly, I admit to myself that the dule ache of my abused body has now become an unwanted spice of pleasure added the vibrations on my clit and the fullness of my cunt.
"Why make me feel like this?" I plead with him.
"Haven't you read the studies?" he asks as he starts lazily plunging his cock into me. He flicks the vibrator across my clit, back and forth.
Seeing my pleasure fogged and confused face, he continues, "The contractions of the female orgasm are like a conveyor belt of muscles, helping sperm move towards a female's eggs." He pauses to pull back and do a particularly long, but unrelenting impalement of my cunt. We both groan, his cock brushing against my cervix. "Discipline is necessary, stress unavoidable, but I'll be damned if I don't do what I can to get you pregnant." He grins. Fully naked himself, I see his body lithe but muscular. Dark hair decorating his chest.
His thrusts become more aggressive with his cock almost completely leaving me before plunging back into me. My body rocks along the bed causing my breasts jiggle and bounce. He watches it all, his gaze burning with desire. His free hand slides along my soft stomach to squeeze my right breast. Using my breast as a brace and a handhold, he lowers himself down to pull my left breast into his mouth, tonguing it. The maneuver causes him to pause his thrusting, only to start up again with more wrenching, jerking thrusts. Ramming himself into me, hitting a spot along my channel which makes me suck in my breath in surprise and delight. The vibrator is abandoned between our hips, sliding around in my slick until it finally makes a home between our stomachs, vibrating useless there. His right hand moves to my hip to give him more leverage.
"Ow!" My hands fist and pull the restrains taut. I feel him bite down hard on my left nipple. It takes a second to realize he hasn't broken skin, but he's clamped down hard. The hand on my right breast forms a claw to grab it in its entirety. His clawed hand slowly closes into a fist, forcing my breast out of his hand, but not without his nails scraping across my skin. He's not stopping. The fisted hand now has my areola and nipple smashed between his fingers and palm. The fist curls forward, pulling and wrench my nipple to the side, digging his nails into my areola.
I scream in shock, pain, and...pleasure. It hurts so good.
It takes all the I am not to move, because he's clamped his teeth so hard around my other nipple, I fear he'll bite it off if I try to pull away from him. There's so little of my breast left in his hand that he's forced to hold on only to my nipple between his thumb and two fingers. Then he starts pulling.
"Ah, ah, ah!" is groaningly wrenched from me as a this new pain ensues.
He pulls until my nipple grates itself along his calloused fingers to return to me. His hand rejoins my abused breast to push his thumb into my breast, almost creating an obscene bellybutton. His thumb rubs my nipple in a circular motion, sometimes scrapping a nail across my nipple.
Finally, he releases my other nipple from his teeth. His tongue lathes at it while blood rushes back. A new wave of pleasure radiates from my breast as it tingles back to life. His cock still plunging into my cunt, our fluids creating sucking and squelching sounds. As he did in our first encounter, he moves his head to bite down on the meaty juncture between my neck and shoulder. The act feels like he's claiming me. I feel him move his hand between us to fetch the vibrator pushing it onto my clit. A symphony of pleasure reaches its finale. I cum, arching my back and burying my face in his neck.
My cunt uncontrollably shudders and clamps around his cock. His cock swells. He takes a couple more lunging thrusts into my cunt before shoving his hips into mine one last time, smashing my pussy and pinning the vibrator against my clit. Growling grunting sounds emanate from his chest. This deep dive has brought his cock up against my cervix and I feel ropes of cum splatter against my cervix, again and again. The pinned vibrator is overstimulating me during my orgasm. I'm sensitive all over. I can't think. I hear noises. I think they're mine. They're his. I can't tell.
Oh my god. Too much!
I try to say, but the words don't come out. My head and back are arched back, all my muscles straining. My moans become downright guttural.
"Look at me." His voice determined despite the roughness in it from his own pleasure. He grabs my jaw to face him. "Yes, let me see those eyes dilate for me. I am the one who got you here. You can only get this kind of pleasure from me. I will give you pleasure and babies; you will love me for it." He rocks his hips into mine for emphasis. My eyes roll into my head as a post-orgasmic wave of pleasure washes over me. That damn vibrator still pinned between us, his other hand holding it in place.
