After a few hours or so, Olivia heard the sound of footsteps outside the door, the bedroom door being unlocked reopened. She noticed the man standing in the doorway before he moved to lean against the dresser with his hands in his pocket.
Olivia tried whimpering and pulling on her cuffs, a few tears falling down her face. "Please.. please let me go." She gasped, looking up at the strange man, the fear clear in her eyes.
He pushed himself off the dresser and walked over to her, looking her up and down, noticing her tear-ridden face and her pleading expression. He sat next to her form on the bed "No. I can't have you trying to run away too soon, now can I?" He asked as he reached out and placed his hand on her leg.
The fear was clear on her face, "I.. I don't want to be here." She said between sniffles, wanting nothing more than to go home. Not to be stuck in the middle of the woods with some random man.
His hand eventually moved from her leg and onto her cheek, wiping away her tears. He had a somewhat sympathetic look on his face but quickly blinked it away, "And what? Go back to your boring and mundane life?" He teased me. He picked up a strand of her long brown hair and twirled it between his fingers
Olivia whimpered, "Please.. you can't can't hurt me." She begged almost desperately, a few more tears falling down her face.
He laughed. "I have no intentions to do so if you behave," The man said. His hand now moved from her hair to her face, caressing her cheek with his thumb. His hand was warm against her skin despite her protests.
Olivia's cheeks went pink at his words, "You.. You kidnapped me! You can't just expect me to lay down and take it." She cried, struggling a bit more at the rope even if it was a useless attempt.
The man sighed and got off the bed, walking to the end and stood between Olivia's bound legs. "Do you think resistance is getting you anywhere?" He asked.
She swallowed the lump in her throat when he held her chin, feeling the callouses on her skin. She guessed he was a few years older, maybe 30's or so based on the lines of his face and the feelings of his hands on her skin.
He chuckled at how she studied his face, "You're a cute one, I'll give you that," he said, his eyes looking her up and down. "What's someone as pretty as you doing working a 9 - til late shift?"
Olivia didn't want to talk to him but she was terrified what he might do if she didn't, "I'm a lawyer.. I work all day, everyday." She said, her voice barely a whisper.
He watched her intently, still holding her chin as he listened carefully to her words. His thumb began to gently caress her bottom lip as he spoke, "And what does a pretty little lawyer like you do? Represent the criminals?"
Her cheeks went even more red when he touched her, he'd *kidnapped* her and here she was flushing like a girl. "I'd never represent a criminal." She snarked as much as she could muster, "Like you, kidnapping is against the law."
He chuckled, amused by her feisty attitude. "You got a smart mouth on you doll," he said. He sat down beside her again before grabbing a lock of her hair and gave it a gentle tug. "So you only represent.. what? The innocent angels?"
"Ow, hey.." She yelped when he tugged her brown hair. Her blazer from work was digging into her shoulders from the position and she was growing uncomfortable with the restraints.
He released her hair and looked at her for a moment. "Not very comfortable, are you?" he asked, noticing her blazer. "You've got a bit too much clothing on, sweetheart," he said, a slight smirk on his face.
"I'm not your sweetheart." Olivia remarked quickly when he let go of her hair. She tried to shift away from him, "You're just a kidnapper."
He chuckled at her remark, "That's funny. A minute ago you were begging me not to hurt you, and now you're being demanding again." He said, scooting a bit closer to her, his hand once again finding its way into her hair. "I guess I'm going to have to teach you some manners."
Olivia swallowed, "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry." She said quietly, her voice turning desperate a bit. "Please don't hurt me." Olivia begged again, when his fingers went back to her hair.
The blazer and skirt were uncomfortable but she'd take her clothes over the alternate any day of the week.
He looked down at her with a satisfied expression, "That's better. Good girl for apologizing." he hummed. He wrapped a second strand of her long hair round his finger and gently tugged her hair, forcing her to look directly up at him. "Say it again, doll."
Her cheeks were red, "Please.. please don't hurt me." Olivia repeated, looking up at him. Her cheeks were red and stained with tear tracks from all of the crying.
"There ya go," he chuckled, "A sweet voice from that demanding mouth of yours," he said as his other hand cupped her cheek. He leaned down closer to her face and moved his thumb across her tear stained cheek. "There's no point in crying, doll. It's not getting you anywhere."
She felt her stomach turn a bit at his words, the praise, the *good girl.* It was all too much for her. "I want to go home." Olivia said quietly, not wanting to be stuck with him.
He slowly slid her hair out of his fingers, his hand falling from her chin as his expression became more stern. "I'm afraid you're going to be staying with me for a little while," he said. He put his hand on her knee and slowly slid it up her leg, his eyes watching her face. "You'll get used to it. Or you won't, I don't really care."
She felt her breathing pick up as his hand toyed with the hem of her skirt from work, "You.. you can't." Olivia gasped, trying to get away from him, the metal clanking against the headboard.
He grabbed the back of her thigh, his hand slipping under the fabric of her skirt to unzip it from behind, "Oh, and who's gonna stop me? You? All chained up down there." He asked with a raised eyebrow. He left the skirt on mostly but gave himself access.
She cried harder, tears falling from her eyes, "Please.. I don't want this." Olivia tried to beg, tugging against the rope. A small part of her doubted her words, wondering if maybe somewhere inside was a twisted desire. She'd spent so long in law school, putting her love life on hold, it had been years since a man had touched.
He grabbed her chin and pulled her to look at his own face, "And what you want really doesn't matter now, doll." He said, an annoyed tone in his voice. "Cry all you want and beg for things to be different, but it won't change the outcome."
He let his fingers slide further into her skirt, playing with the outline of her panties, rubbing his fingers over the soft fabric. Olivia let out something, a mix of a groan, gasp and a whimper as his fingers danced over the soft fabric.
"Look at you, all needy for me." He chuckled as he let his finger slide under the band of her underwear. He could tell she was wet already but pulled his finger out and placed it in his mouth for a second, getting it wet before toying with her. He slipped a second finger in, stretching her out a bit with both of his fingers.
