I met Daniel right after my 18th birthday at a local night club. I was celebrating with some friends and he asked me for a dance. We clicked right away. He was charming and sweet and very gentle. My parents though did not agree. He was too old for me they told me. He was 32. I didn't agree. Age is just a number I argued. They demanded I break it off with Danny. I refused and they kicked me out of the only home I ever knew.
When I told Danny what happened he almost demanded I stay with him. I should have told him no, but I was thrilled and happily agreed. I moved into his guest bedroom that day.
For the first week everything went well. I worked at a small restaurant in town and was home by four every day. Danny would be home by five and I would have dinner laid out and ready for him. His smile at the sight of me standing there waiting for him made me thrilled.
That Sunday was special. Our six month anniversary was supposed to be special; he told me he had special plans that day and that I was to worry about nothing.
I made him breakfast in bed that morning and then he surprised me with a trip to the art gallery in town. When we got home he shuffled me out of the kitchen with the promise of making me a special dinner. My protest went unheard as I was barred from a kitchen I considered my own. I sat on the coach in the room two over and turned on the TV.
I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew he was waking me up.
"Come on sleepyhead. Dinner is ready." He pulled me to my feet pulling me in close for a kiss before leading me into the kitchen.
It was sweet the thought he had obviously put into the candle lit affair that I walked into. It was simple and romantic. He pulled out my chair for me and went and grabbed a bottle of wine.
"I know your still underage but I thought just one glass would be okay to celebrate. Ok?" He looked at me with such caring waiting for my approval, I couldn't say no. He poured both our glasses and then prepared a toast.
"To us" He said lifting his glass. I tapped mine to his and hesitantly took a sip. He turned back to the stove and pulled a covered dish out of the oven.
"I hope you like stuffed shells. It's an old family recipe." He placed the dish in the center of the table and proceeded to dish out the food on both our plates, before taking his seat across from me. He waited until I took my first bite of food before starting his own. He asked me about work and soon we feel into easy rhythm of conversations.
As we finished dinner he got up to clear the table and he topped off my drink with another bottle of wine off the counter.
"I'll get the dishes Dan." I said moving to get up.
"No you sit and let me do this, sweetie." He told me as he leaned down and kissed me again. "Just sit there and enjoy your drink." He turned back and started cleaning up.
I felt myself getting drowsy as I watched him move easily around the room. I didn't realize something was wrong until I felt myself start to pass out and slip to the floor.
"Honey...Can you hear me?" His voice sounded concerned. "Sweetie it's time to wake up we need to talk."
I groan as I come to my head pounding as I try to focus on his voice. "What happened?" I whispered trying to get up and finding myself unable to move. I struggle to rise to see what's going on and find myself secured to the bed in his room completely naked. "Danny, what's going on?" I whisper pulling against the ropes binding my hands to the headboard. My ankles are secured to the headboard as well slightly above my wrists leaving my pussy and ass completely exposed.
"Stop that Meghan. You are only going to hurt yourself." HE said from where he stood by the dresser removing his clothes. "And trust me your going to like what I am about to do to you, believe me."
