Held Captive 2: The Morning After
Note: If you have not done so, I suggest you read Chapter One before reading this part. It will provide insight as to what events took place and what is about to happen.
“Morning,” nonchalantly Rod said. “After you get through using the bathroom, we’re gonna go into the kitchen and you and your granny are gonna make breakfast.”
“Such audacity,” Anita thought, “How dare he tell us what to do?”
A half hour later all three were in the kitchen. Rod sat at the kitchen table keeping a watchful eye on the women. Grams set the table while Anita did the cooking, donning only an apron as instructed by the captor. They ate breakfast in silence; all the while none of the women looked at him. Anita knew he was watching her; she could feel his eyes upon her, making her skin crawl.
Anita told Grams to rest while she cleared the table and cleaned up after the mess he made. All, except for one phone, was pulled out of the wall sometime during the night so Rod had no problem letting the old lady go into the living room after he made sure the curtains were kept drawn shut and the front door bolted and locked. Grams didn’t want to leave her grand daughter alone with him but he demanded she leave the room.
“What’s the matter old lady? Afraid I’m gonna fuck your precious little girl and you won’t get to watch, huh?” Sarcastically he asked.
“Humph!” Eloise said as she turned and made her way to watch television.
“Feisty old bitch ain’t she?” Rod asked as he strolled over to Anita standing at the sink where she was washing the dishes. “Mmm, you’re a sight to see in the morning light,” he said running his fingers up and down her right arm.
“Get your hands off of me! I’m trying to finish the dishes!”
Rod laughed then reached around with both arms and cupped her heavy tits. His fingers rolled her nipples, making them grow harder. Anita cursed at her body for reacting to his touch. She finished rinsing off the last of the dishes, placed the plate into the dish rack then reached for a towel to dry the dishes off. She was ready to do anything to keep her mind off of his hot breath upon the side of her neck and his hands and fingers upon her body.
“Forget that baby and come here,” he said as he grabbed her by her hips and turned her around.
His lips fell upon hers in an instant, pressing his tongue deeply into her mouth. Anita struggled to break free but she couldn’t. Rods arms held her tight, his hands roamed her bare ass cheeks then made their way up and down her back. He untied the bow of the apron she wore. The minute his lips eased off of hers he lifted the apron over her head and his mouth sought her tits, her nipples one by one. Once again she tried to push him away with the palms of her hands but the touch of his tongue upon her hardened nipple made weakened her fight. Before she knew it her head tilted back, thrusting her tits into his face, forcing him to take more of her into his heated mouth. A soft moan escaped from her lips, slightly parted. Meanwhile, one of his hands busied itself by cupping one of her tits, squeezing, groping and feeling the firm yet supple massive globe.
After a few minutes that very hand that held her tit traveled down her flat, taut stomach down to her pussy. He pressed his palm against the mound while his fingers explored between her legs. To steady herself, Anita placed her palms flat onto to edge of the counter of the sink. Rod’s fingers brushed against her clit making it grow harder. Anita fought within her mind to stop the tingling sensation he was causing her. It was soon a fight that was lost. Her pussy was on fire and very wet.
“Mmm, what have we here?” Rod teased, “Somebody’s pussy is ready and wet.”
He inserted his middle finger into her sopping wet hole and twirled it around. Anita gasped and drew a shivering breath. It was a wonderful feeling but she had to fight it.
“No! No! Stop it!” she screamed.
Rod pumped his finger in and out of her hole slowly at first then he picked up the pace. Anita’s hips began gyrating and grounding down against his finger on their own volition. He added another finger and another; all the while he was still feasting on her tits. Anita was ready to explode but he suddenly pulled his fingers out, withdrew his lips from her luscious nipple and looked directly into her. Slowly he brought his slick coated fingers up between their faces and the sweet, musky scent tantalized them. Unconsciously Anita licked her lips and watched him suck off her juices clean, off of his fingers.
