Chase woke up sometime later in bed, her body stiff as she rolled over. She gasped when she realized the man was still in her room, perched on the edge of the bed looking down at her.
"I told you what you wanted, why are you still here?" Chase pulled the blanked tighter around her naked body.
"My colleagues are going to keep an eye on your pa, and I'll stay here with you and make sure you're safe."
"Safe? What are you talking about! Y-you -- you violated me..."
"Me? Nah, I'm here to serve and protect. Detective Jake O'Ryan at your service." The asshole had the nerve to wink at her.
"Y-you're a cop?" Chase rubbed her temple, trying to make sense of what was happening.
"Yes ma'am." Jake pulled his badge from the back pocket of his jeans and tossed it towards her.
Chase stared blankly at the man sitting on her bed. Down at the badge. Up at him. Down at the badge.
"Y-you, you raped me... you, you put your hand..."
"Ahh, come on lass, you could have given me the address whenever you wanted, so I would say you had a bit of a safe word, no?"
"What the fuck -- no! You... you... you probably permanently damaged me --"
Jake let out a chuckle, "You're fine lass."
"How can you say I'm fine! There was blood -- I heard a pop!"
"No. I told you I was going to hurt you, and your adrenaline was extremely high, so you think there was blood and you think you heard a pop. Go to the bathroom and check. Take a warm shower. I promise, you're fine. No damage."
Chase stared at Jake. So, he was a cop and not a murderous gangster. But, that didn't mean he hadn't held her against her will and done awful things to her. If he was going to let her leave the room though, there was no way she was turning that down.
Giving him an untrusting glare, Chase wrapped herself in the blanket and dragged it with her down the hall and into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Suddenly, keeping a butcher knife in the bathroom for protection seemed like an obvious idea and she scolded herself for not thinking of it sooner.
Gingerly, Chase stepped into the warm water and exhaled as it washed over her. She experimentally touched her pussy. Aside from feeling a little swollen, she was relieved to realize she actually wasn't in any pain... Had he actually fisted her? Jesus. She couldn't wrap her mind around it.
As the water poured over her, Chase's mind replayed the last couple of hours. Her hand slipped down and felt wetness at her pussy when she thought of him forcefully fucking her with his massive cock and then forcing her to take his whole hand...
Fuck, Chase thought. Was it possible for Stockholm Syndrome to set in this fast? Was she totally cracking up? Her mind continued to wander, already missing the handcuffs and his big body on top of her... No, no no! This was so freaking wrong!
Reluctantly, Chase stepped out of the quickly cooling water. She would have to go back and face her captor at some point, why prolong the inevitable?
With a deep breath, Chase pulled a towel around her and made her way back to the bedroom. Detective O'Ryan was still perched on her bed, texting with one hand and seemingly not too worried she was going to spring herself on him with a weapon.
"Why shouldn't I go back out to the barn for the rifle and shoot your dick off?"
Jake looked up at Chase, all wet hair and too small towel.
"Well, I assume you've realized that physically, you're ok, maybe a little sore but no permanent damage. And, your father's associates may still come here looking for you. So, you can stay here with me and take your chances, or see how far you get down that dirt road in the dark."
Chase worried her lip, wondering what she should do.
"And besides," Jake continued, "Now that you gave up the info I needed, we could just fuck for fun."
"You're a monster! I would never willingly --"
Jake laughed, "Ahh, come on, don't hold a grudge. I felt your body lass," he stepped towards her.
Chase instinctively backed up until she hit the wall; Jake's large imposing figure directly in front of her.
"I felt you twitch beneath me, so wet despite yourself."
Chase's mouth was suddenly dry as the Sahara.
"I felt your clit swell," his mouth was against her ear now as he grazed his fingers along her jaw.
Chase gripped the towel as tight as she could, hoping the cheap material would somehow create a sufficient barrier.
"I felt your wetness when I touched you with my fingers and with my cock," his lips brushed against hers, ever so slightly. "And when you took my whole hand inside your tight little pussy, fuck that was hot."
Chase swallowed hard, "You hurt me."
His lips found her jaw and then her cheek, "I know lass. I had to hurt you a little, but you've been such a good girl and given me the information that I needed..." Jake gently covered her small hand with his, caressing her tight ineffectual fist, "Turnabout is fair play, and who knows how long we'll be stuck here. You should let me make it up to you sweetheart," he tugged gently at her hand, the towel slipping to the floor.
Chase forced herself to look up at him. She pressed her hand against his tee shirt, not sure if she was pushing him away, or giving him permission to continue...
"I -- I... I'm really confused," Chase shook her head, wondering if she could shake sense into it.
"I told you earlier lass, you think too much."
Jake pulled his tee shirt over his head, giving Chase another glimpse of his thick pecs, chiseled abs and wide shoulder.
Jesus, she thought. This man.
Jake backed away from her, leaving her naked against the wall. He undid his jeans and sat on the foot of the bed. His cock pressed tightly against his boxer briefs, begging for another taste of the beautiful woman in front of him.
Chase stared at him, her brain slowly turning off. Maybe it was wrong, and maybe she was worlds of fucked up... but, she couldn't deny that she wanted him.
Slowly, she stepped forward, leaving her arms by her sides, unashamed in her nakedness. One foot in front of the other until she was just inches away from him.
"Tell me what you want, lass," Jake's voice was thick with desire.
Tentatively, Chase reached forward, her hand finding his chest. She let her nails trail down over his nipple, watching it pucker slightly. Then, her hand felt the hard muscle of his stomach... and then settling on the waist band of his boxer briefs...
This time it was Jake's turn to bite his lip, "Tell me what you want."
Chase stood between his legs, looking down over his hard, powerful body, "Make me feel better."
The words came out low, but he heard them clearly.
