They Slept. Morning came and went.
Exhausted, confused, disoriented, she stared around the room, recognizing it as her own. Her head pounded, as did her heart from fear, from excitement, from orgasm, from alcohol and drugs. He sucked at the air of the new day, trying to refill his lungs for the admission he knew he was facing; slowly he regained control of himself, the situation. He gradually rolled up on one side and smiled at her. She failed to recognize him. He knew her too well for being a "stranger". Emotions overcame her and she cried, hard, fearful, helpless, terrified. Softly he spoke, trying to soothe her with words, promising it would all be ok.
He reached down and untied her legs. Her fight was gone, she couldn't kick, barely could even move. In a good faith move, he also untied her cuffed wrists. Slowly she drew up into a fetal position and wept.
Cautiously he explained... "I've seen you; I've watched you, come to know you. I wanted you, but you wouldn't even acknowledge I existed." She searched her mind, scouring the millions of faces she's seen, trying to find where she had seen him, but what materialized in her mind's eye, didn't match a soul. The second time I saw you, I knew you'd be mine - unwilling, probably, but you'd still be mine.
She sat bolt upright! It dawned on her - "you, you're the guy who brings samples to our clinic and talks to the doctors about new drugs your company represents?"
"Yes, yes, I am a pharmaceutical rep for Squire & Masters." She processed it, not understanding the attraction, not understanding the compromise she was in.
"Why?" was all she could muster? He sat too. Looking her right in the eyes, explaining her beauty, her bold, beautiful nature and how sexy he thought she was. "Normal people ask for dates," she stammered.
"I did, multiple times, you ignored me." He stated. Searching her soul, she couldn't recall having been asked by this person for a date. "Remember when you worked at Central Regions Hospital?" he asked. Like a fist to the gut, it hit her hard, she doubled over in anxiety. He rubbed her back, she withdrew. She had been taken by the one person that had freaked her out more than any other. Yet, he was different now, muscles where fat once was, a moustache and beard where his pimples were and a military style hair cut where long strands of greasy hair once hung. He'd grown up into an admittedly attractive man.
She needed to shower. He helped her up, removed the cuffs, grabbed fresh towels and took her to the shower. He let the warm water run over her, refreshing her mind, washing away the body fluids from the night before. She was weak, light headed and ached. He steadied her. He washed her hair, soaped her and rinsed her. Her head turned dizzy. She stumbled and he was there to break the fall. She was out cold again. He carried out of the shower, to the bed where he dried her and once again bound her to the bed. The freshness of her body got him, his prick jumped as she lay there, tied and helpless. Quickly he went to shower as she was out. He was toweling off as he heard her moan and mumble.
Standing at her side as she came too, her beauty took him in. She tried to move, but found she was spread eagled, tied back to her bed. Demanding to be let up, he told her she was tied only so she wouldn't try to get up while he showered. "Well, you are out, untie me" - she spat.
He sat quietly on the bed and traced her nipples and slowly tugged them to full erectness. He bent and kissed them, sucked, nibbled. She moaned again. He softly asked her to try to relax and just to enjoy. She tried, but just couldn't reconcile her mind with the feelings her body was betraying her with. She fought! Tugged and pulled and thrust and bucked. He watched, his prick standing ever hard, jutting towards her and when she saw it, she shrank into the mattress as much as it would allow. Her desire to be fucked by this guy, wasn't there. She recognized her fight was his turning him on.