This is the first of the stories written by my boyfriend and I. This was written by my boyfriend, the characters in this story are his development. As the series go on, they develop based on the stories that come before it. Enjoy!
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As the cold night's air and slight rain start to sober Jennifer up a little, she realises just how silly an idea it was to walk home from Charlotte's party. Its 3am, she's all alone and still quite tipsy.
"Why the hell did I decide to walk home?" she mutters to herself, certain she can hear the cracking of twigs behind her. "Is anyone there?" she calls out, hoping no one replies.
She continues walking and decides the feeling of being followed is definitely just paranoia at walking home very late on her own while drunk.
She makes it to her door and puts the key in the lock. She knows her family are away, so does not worry about making noise. Just as she steps into her house she is grabbed from behind by a tall strong figure. She goes to struggle and shout, but the figure is too strong and the hand covering her mouth is too firmly in place. The last thing Jennifer recalls is a sharp pain in her neck as she falls unconscious.
As Jennifer groggily comes to, she tries to move and realises she is tied down. As she quickly clears her head she realises she is blindfolded, naked and tied to the four corners of the bed by strong leather bonds. She struggles and shouts out only to have her cries stifled by soft lips against hers. "Quiet pretty one."
Although this voice is hushed it is very commanding and Jennifer is immediately still.
"I have brought you to my home and as long as you comply with my requests you will not be harmed," the same hushed voice says. Jennifer feels a single finger run from the tip of her toe, up her foot, gently up to the side of her thigh and onward up the side of her body to her neck where once again she feels a sharp pain, similar to a bite but with much sharper teeth. She feels faint and slips out of consciousness once more.
The next time Jennifer is aware of her surroundings, she feels fingers slowly caressing her stomach while the quiet voice whispers her name into her ear. The figure seems to realise she is awake as he moves his hands up to her aroused nipples and starts gently teasing them while still calling into her ear.
"Who are you, why am I here?" she calls out, but softly, betraying the fact she is enjoying his touch.
"Do not ask questions!" He punctuates his point by pulling sharply on her nipple eliciting a moan from Jennifer's body.
"But you are holding me here against my will!" she calls out defiantly.