He gave her another leering sneer. "Nah, Izzy. Can I call you Izzy? Good," he nodded quickly, not letting her answer. "You wrote a letter, left it on the counter. Your brother called and your mom was in an accident. You had to go home, she was in ICU. You had no idea how long it would take, but you would call when you could, though you might be busy. She won't be missing you for a while. By the time she does? Oh well."
"Sh-she knows my my handwriting!"
"So do I," he shrugged, that smirk still there. "I perfected it. Not even you would be able to tell it wasn't yours."
"What do you you you WANT?" she demanded with a scream.
"Easy, Izzy. I want what every guy wants. To not be treated like complete shit. To be given a fair chance. To not be talked down to and dismissed out of hand. To not be judged unfairly before you even know me."
"I I I didn't! I I I didn't judge you you unfairly! I I I looked at you and and and saw a creepy asshole and and and you ARE! You DRUGGED me and and and KIDNAPPED me! I I I w-was right!"
"I would have been a perfect gentleman if you had just said yes!" he yelled back, standing up to lean over her.
Ismene reached up and tried to claw at his face, but he jerked back out of reach.
"You try that again and you will pay," he hissed dangerously. "I have studied every form of torture known to man and I know what will break you the fastest."
Ismene went still, looking up at him with wide, terrified eyes.
"Now. Here's how it's going to be. You can either convince me that you aren't a completely worthless bitch who deserves my attention and respect, or you can become my own personal experiment. Finding out which tortures are the most effective and how long I can keep you alive through all of them."
Ismene whimpered and shook her head in disbelief.
"What'll it be, Izzy?" he asked, his lip curled.
"I-I-I d-don't know w-w-w-w-w-what you you you w-w-w-want from m-me!"
"Calm down a little, your stutter only gets that bad when you are really stressed. All you have to do is be nice. Try. Try fucking hard, Izzy. Show me how nice you can be and how worth my time you are."
Ismene broke down in a defeated sob, turning to curl up on the camp bed.
"None of that, turn off the waterworks. I don't like that manipulative bullshit! You're going to need to toughen up out here, Izzy. Learn how to live off the grid, pitch in and help. You understand?"
"P-p-please! Let me me me g-go home! I I I'll g-go out w-w-with you and and and be n-nice!"
"Slow your fucking breathing and calm down! You're going to hyperventilate!"
"P-please d-d-don't r-rape m-me! I I I w-want to w-wait t-till I I I'm m-m-married! Th-that's w-why I d-don't use m-more than m-m-my f-finger!"
Dante squatted next to her and grabbed her wrist, pulling it close as he put his hand in hers. "Don't worry about that, Izzy. I will square all of that away and take care of that right off."
She shook her head miserably, her face contorting again as more tears came. "P-p-p-lease d-d-don't! It's im-im-im-impor important!"
"Shhh," he whispered soothingly, stroking her hair back off of her face. "I didn't mean I would rape you, Izzy. I meant I would marry you. All you have to do is be nice and prove you are worth it. Once you do that, you'll see what a great guy I can be to the right girl. Now calm down, slow your breathing. Let me tell you a little about where we are, what our life is going to be like. First off, get ideas of escaping out of your head. It will never happen. You are far away from civilization and there's no getting out of where we're going. Only I know where we are. If I catch you trying to escape? I won't bother with you anymore and you'll be buried up here. Same if you try to hurt me. When I say you will do your best to try and prove you are worth my time, I mean it. You will pour your fucking heart into to it, Izzy. You will want to be here and show me every day how happy you are about it. How happy you are with me. You got that?"
Ismene nodded rapidly, her eyes wide as she tried to control her breathing.
"Do as I ask, know your responsibilities and do them without being told and learn to be affectionate, Izzy. Like your roommates are. I want the smiles, the kisses in passing, the cuddling, the passionate fucking and the longing looks. It's not too much to ask for someone to care for me as I care for them, is it?"
She shook her head, still unable to articulate.
"So will you try, Izzy?"
She nodded quickly.
"See? Was that so hard?" he asked mockingly. He patted her hand as he set it back on her chest, then looked her over, his eyes roaming. "So... no sex before marriage? I can respect that, Izzy... but how about playing around a bit?" he asked, moving to his knees next to her and putting his hands on her thighs.
She went completely still, her eyes wide with terror.
He eased his hands up her thighs slowly, letting out a shuddering breath as he watched their progress all the way up. He stopped when his thumbs were barely touching her pussy lips through her cotton underwear and looked up at her face as he began to stroke up and down very softly with his thumbs. "I could get you off," he offered, his voice husky. "It's not penetration, it's no more than what you do to yourself. Only difference is I would use my mouth. Don't cry, Izzy. I am asking you. Let me taste you? Get you off? Show you how hard I will try for you too, if you try for me?"
Ismene managed to shake her head, shaking from head to toe, but her fingers and toes were starting to go numb and she was getting light headed.
"Breathe more deeply, Izzy. Big, slow breaths. Come on, count to five as you breathe in and seven as you breathe out. Keep going, don't stop until you are more calm. Five in, seven out," he spoke soothingly, but his thumbs were still lightly stroking her pussy lips through her panties.
She hated that it felt good and she could feel it getting her excited, causing her to panic even more. What if he saw it? Felt it? He had to, the way she was soaking into her panties!
"Come on, keep it up, Izzy. Five in, seven out. Calm down. Close your eyes. Deep in, slow out."
His thumbs moved up slightly, converging just over her clit as he rubbed both sides back and forth.
"Slow, easy, big breaths," he whispered soothingly. "Relax. Let it feel good, let go of everything else. Focus on how it feels. Does it feel good Izzy? Do you like it? I can tell you do, you are soaking through fast. No, slow your breathing, stop stressing about it, I like it. I want to taste you, Izzy," he purred, leaning closer to her, his lips brushing her jaw. "Let me taste you. Let me make you come for me."
Her breathing had become rapid again, but it was different now. He knew what she liked, he knew exactly how to get her off, he had watched her so many times. Her underwear were soaked and she began writhing under his efforts, her limbs going taut as her lips parted slightly.
"Let me taste you," he demanded again, dragging his lower lip over her jaw and up to her lips. He kissed her softly and her eyes opened in surprise, but she didn't turn away. She went stiff and her hands gripped his arm as if she wanted to push him away, but she didn't. "Let me make you come for me," he whispered, his lips against hers.
She made a mewling noise as her eyebrows knit and she closed her eyes again. Her hands went back to the sheets as she clutched them as if holding herself down.
He knew she was close and he wanted to feel it the moment it happened. He moved a thumb over slightly to cover her nub and keep working her as he turned his other hand and slid it under her panties, sliding his finger into her slick hole with ease.
Ismene let out a sighing moan as her back arched and she tossed her head slowly.
Dante curled his finger up, stroking her from the inside as his thumb worked her clit furiously. He knew she usually came quickly when she did it herself, but she was trying to hold back or she was nervous. Leaning close again as he worked her, he gently nibbled on her very hard nipple through her thin t-shirt.
"Nnnnnn," she wailed, one of her hands letting go of the sheets and her fingers sliding into his long hair. Seconds later, she came for him, her legs going rigid and trapping his hand between them as she mewled and jerked, cum squirting out of her and soaking the bed and his fingers.
"Oh fuck," he breathed, his eyes wide as he watched in wonder. He had just made her come!
She went limp, panting and swallowing hard.
"That was fucking hot," he told her throatily, leaning in to kiss her neck as he slid his hands up her waist.
She did not respond, laying languidly with her eyes still closed. Kissing along her neck and up to her jaw, he kissed her lips and she didn't respond right away until he kissed her again and tried to ease her mouth open. She turned away from him slightly, making a small noise of objection, but she was still laying there limp and exhausted.
"Izzy," he whispered, his entire body trembling with need. "I loved that. YOU loved that, I felt you come. I watched you come. That was... so fucking perfect! Look at me, Izz. I... I know you want to wait, but I need you now," he breathed, taking her hand and bringing it to the hard bulge in his pants. She whimpered and her eyes finally opened as she turned to look at him and tried to jerk her hand away. He held it fast and continued to use her hand to stroke his cock through his pants. "It's ok," he assured her. "I won't fuck you, not yet. Not till we are married! I will wait for you, because I know that was always your plan. But... Izzy, there are things we can do that aren't sex," he coaxed, licking his lips.
