For those who are just popping in, I just want to note that the first few chapters aren't going to be some great romance, it's going to be a little more hardcore. If you're turned off by heavier nonconsent and are looking for something on the lighter side I wouldn't suggest reading. Otherwise for those who read further, I hope you enjoy this silly sexy story!
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AJ slumped in her kitchen chair in her half-lit apartment. All she could think about was Oliver and his evil, horrible face. She had been in a constant state of panic and shame for two whole days, but she was determined to make it stop. She pulled herself off the wobbly kitchen chair and walked to her bedroom, getting on her hands and knees to grab an old shoebox from under her bed.
At least he left her marijuana. She packed a bowl, sitting on her soft carpet and letting Henry sleep against her leg. For some reason sitting on her carpet, or on the ground in general, had always been comforting. Perhaps it was a childhood full of blanket forts that made it feel so nostalgic.
As she smoked, time seemed to finally slow back down. Her heart calmed in her chest, a wave of temporary relief washed over her.
After a sufficient amount of cat and carpet time she managed to get the energy to take a shower. Unfortunately she had a walk-in shower. It was very nice, but she missed baths. The combination of her gentle high and the steaming hot water made her feel like a new person. For a little bit, everything was okay. It was as if she was washing all of her problems off.
But eventually it was time to leave. She threw on her jacket and groaned as she left her apartment, walking out into the city street. It was snowing lightly, so maybe having him live so close is an advantage.
She made it to his building, which somehow looked taller and more intimidating than last time she was there. "Fuck," she cursed under her breath, just barely having enough courage to hit the button next to his crudely written name. When she did Oliver's voice crackled through the speaker and he buzzed her in, the loud vibrating of the door making her jump.
She marched to his apartment, G7 with that broken seven hanging upside down. Oliver came to the door before she could even knock.
"Hey trouble," he said playfully, opening the door for her.
AJ gave him a dirty look, but it only seemed to please him more. "Well, come on in," he said, motioning her inside. She stepped through his disorganized kitchen into the living room, looking around for signs of torture devices or anything else that could be dangerous. All she could see though was his plain living room with the little bit of clutter on his desk, and that eerie empty fish tank.
"Sit," he said, pushing her gently to the couch. He scratched his head and looked her up and down. AJ looked at him with wide eyes, the feeling of impending doom looming over her.
Oliver chuckled at her fearful expression. "You're so cute when you're scared. Now lean over, wrists behind your back."
AJ didn't obey, she held her hands firmly on her lap. Oliver sighed and bent down, snatching her wrists and forcing them behind her. "Wait!" she cried, struggling as hard as she could. But Oliver was much stronger than she was, not matter how hard she tried to wrestle out of his grip he only held tighter.
With both of her small wrists in one hand, he used his other hand to slide the loose tie from his neck. "Damnit stay still," he said as he wrapped the tie around her wrists, binding them tightly.
When her wrists were completely secure, he released her, letting her scramble to the edge of the couch. "Honestly, where do you think you're going? You think you're going to get out of this?" Oliver smirked and grabbed her arm, pulling her off the leather couch. "Too bad, you're not. You're stuck with me. So I would suggest you be a good girl and do what I say."
AJ blushed. She did not appreciate being called a good girl like some pet. No matter what he was going to do, she would not submit to him.
Oliver drug her to his bedroom, pushing her onto his large neatly made bed. "On your stomach," he said in a casual voice, as if this situation was normal or no big deal.
AJ scurried to the front of the bed, the back of her head hitting the headboard clumsily. Her breathing was quickening as she watched him rustle around in his closet. "Ha!" he said triumphantly. "I got these just for you."
He held out two pairs of leather cuffs, making her stomach drop. So this is what he was talking about, what he thought she was really going to like. Well he was wrong in every way.
Oliver tossed the cuffs on the edge of the bed and took her left ankle, pulling it towards the opposite bedpost. "No!" she yelled, fighting with all of her might. But he completely ignored her, attaching the cuff to her ankle and the other end to the bedpost.
AJ had never panicked so hard in her life as he reached for her other ankle, flipping her over so she was face-down in the sheets, disabled by her hands bound behind her back. She cursed and whined as he cuffed her other ankle, buckling it tightly.
"There we go," Oliver said, hands on his hips as he took in the sight of her. He watched her squirm and struggle, attempting to release herself from her bonds, but it was no use. But she was too stubborn to not try.
Oliver unbuttoned his white work shirt, revealing a hard and muscular chest. His muscles were not bulging or huge, but defined and tight. She turned her head to the side, trying not to suffocate from the blankets. When she saw his body fear took over. He was perfectly sculpted, she now knew he was too strong for her to fight.
Oliver kneeled on the bed next to her, pulling her pleated skirt up so it was all the way to her hips, exposing her from the waist down. "Damnit, I told you, I don't want you wearing those anymore." He peeled her panties down, but they only went so far due to her legs being spread so far apart.
"Fuck it," he said and dug into his nightstand drawer, pulling out a red swiss army knife. He flipped the blade out and cut the fabric away, tossing the remains on the floor. AJ froze when she felt the flat part of the cool blade against her skin.
To her relief he tossed the knife back in the drawer and pointed at her sternly. "I swear if I see you wearing anything under your skirt again you will not like what happens. I want you to know what you are to me. What you're going to do for me. I'm not letting you get away for a very, very long time. So I advise you to do what I say, because believe me, you're not going to have a choice."
AJ buried her face in the blankets, letting out a muffled angry scream. Oliver wrapped his fingers in her hair and pulled, casing her back to arch. He raised his other hand and brought it down sharply on her rosy cheeks. The pain from her backside pushed the air out of her lungs.
She gasped, shocked from the sudden slap. She started to twist, her hair still pulled back tightly. She was completely useless, her legs forced apart by the cuffs on her ankles. She tried to fold her legs together, but there was no slack for her to budge.
Oliver spanked her again, harder. "I'll stop when you stop struggling," he said, giving one of her stinging cheeks a squeeze. AJ bit her lip, trying not to cry, her legs quaking and face a deep crimson.
"J-just stop!" she stuttered, wincing from his hold on her hair. Oliver answered only with another sharp slap. He didn't cease the spanking, leaving a series of welts and red marks covering her pale skin. Every time his hand made contact with her plump backside it shocked her to the core.
