You know that feeling donβt you? The one in the pit of your stomach that lets you know when things are too much to handle. Well, thatβs how I felt that day. Pulse racing and passion driven rage. I was determined to get fucked. No matter what happened. I was ready.
It was a cool October night. The sun was setting below the bare trees. Looking as if to tell me good-bye. I walked silently, pulling at the sleeves at my jacket as I felt the wind push against my back. Tucking my hands inside the warm material as I looked around suspiciously. Feeling eyes all around me as the darkness set the shadows. I could feel my blood heat as I thought of what would happen. Not looking at my steps as I felt my foot hit something. I jumped as a small whimper parted my closed pouted lips. Looking down to see a twig and smiling to myself in a stupid way as I continued to press on.
Darkness covering my path as I walked further into the woods. Strange noises heightening my imagination as I looked carefully at the ground. Then suddenly stopping. My breath becoming sharp as I swing my body to look behind me. My pulse racing as my eyes trace the outline of the shadowed trees. A shiver over my spine as I step forward to a brush. My hands cupped into balls as I see a shadow of what seems to be a person. In fear, I step back, feeling my breath stop in the pit of my gut. It moves. Walking out of the dark deserted forest onto the path. Reaching an arm out to grab my shoulder and hold me as my feet glue to the ground. Unable to speak or move.
As the moonlight brightens from behind a dark cloud, I see his face. Familiar in my mind, but unknown to me. He steps closer. His palm tight around my collar bone, pressing in as to cause pain. I whimper softly looking into his cold uncaring stare. He presses harder, forcing me to my knees. My eyes searching in frantic suspicion for emotion. He speaks softly.
β I have been watching you. And you will become mine. If you fight me. You will loose.β
His eyes burning into mine as he lets go of my shoulder. He bends down and reaches a hand between my legs and his other over my shoulders as he picks me up. Still to frighten to move as I lay helplessly in his arms. Suddenly feeling a slope in the road as he brings me toward something. I see nothing against the terrible darkness covering my vision. I hear a set of keys, rattling as I feel his grip lighten on my shoulders. Then a door opens, as I hear his heavy footsteps on the floor. The door closes with a slam as my eyes still try to adjust to the deepening darkness. He lays me down upon a couch. I sit up immediately and look around at the room. He turns on a light.
I turn quickly as if to run, but not fast enough as his strong arms pull me back onto the couch. He moves his arms slowly up mine, then over to the zipper on my jacket. Pulling it down as I think to myself of an escape. He suddenly tares off my jacket and places his hands on my arms. The soft hair on my skin standing on edge as I feel his fingertips press hard into me. Gulping hard as I feel his breath along my neck. He speaks in a low tone.
β Now that I have you here, You will be pleased.β
After letting his words linger over the trestles of my hair he steps back. Closing my eyes as I feel his burn into the back of my head. Then his hand grasps my shaking palm and pulls me up. I keep my eyes low to the floor as a sudden heat from his palm lifts my face to his as he brushes his soft tender lips across mine. Not in a kiss but a smoothing teasing tension. My gray eyes look up into his. A brown warm gaze meets my trembling soul as I feel my blood calm. Then I part my eager lips as I feel his breath quicken. Our lips meeting as I calm my fear and softly run my fingertips up the length of his arms. He grabs me tightly and forces his lips along mine, and our body touch. Electric shivers follow up my spine as his tongue enters my mouth. His hands around me as he dips me softly. My tongue curling around his as I enter this entangled web of passion.
Our kiss deep and hardening as he grinds his pelvis into mine. Feeling his cock hard along my stomach. Then suddenly he lets me go, his hands moving to grasp my elbows as he grins softly. I look up at him wide eyed as I wonder. He pulls me into the next room. My feet dragging softly. Along the floor as I follow him. Eyes wide as I look upon the room that he walked me into. A cold chill flowed over my spine as he squeezed my hand hard, causing me to whimper in pain. He turned to look at me. I looked back, my eyes showing my fear as he lead me to a chair in the middle of the room. The chair was made of what seemed to be iron. He moved behind me, his deep breath forcing shivers down my spine. Then I suddenly felt a cold metal on my back, and the ripping of material.