Little Old Me

He smirked at the sight of her flushed face and leaned his face closer to hers again, just barely touching his nose against her own. "You're not even denying it, doll." He said, his hand wrapping around her upper arm. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you kinda enjoy being forced to listen to me. Especially when I call you a good girl."

Olivia looked away, "I.. I don't like it and I don't like you." She said quietly, feeling the rope tug into her limbs again. She didn't want rules and being forced to behave, she wanted to go home.

He chuckled and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Now that's a little white lie," he said, his fingers squeezing her chin, "I think you do like me. I think you like being tied to the bed. I think when I call you a good girl, you get butterflies up in here," he said, his other hand moving up to tweak her nipple again as she protested, struggling but failing to move away from him.

"You're not giving me a choice!" She argued with a hint of anger and discomfort in her voice, "You're.. you're forcing me to stay here." Olivia said, trying to convince him.

He laughed and shook his head again, "I think your mouth is saying one thing and your body is saying another. I can see that naughty little mind of yours getting excited by my words." He let go of her chin and laid his hand on her thigh again, fingers finding the hem of her skirt once more. His hand continued to trace over her skin, fingers slowly moving up under her skirt.

She whimpered quietly when he got off the bed and returned with a pair of scissors in his hands, "Please don't.. please.." She begged quietly, tugging at the rope around her limbs.

"I'm not going to hurt you, doll," he said in a calm voice. "But I can't have you being uncomfortable for the entire time you're here, can I?" he said. He sat on the edge of the bed, grabbing a lock of her brown hair, "You do look cute when you beg, I've gotta say."

She flinched when he touched her long brown hair, "I don't know what you'd do, you're keeping me hostage here. Sorry, I don't trust you." Olivia said, swallowing the lump in her throat.

"You don't trust me? Now that's a little offensive." He chuckled and twisted the locks of her hair around his finger a couple times, "I could have easily done something bad to you during the car ride here, or when you were handcuffed in the van. I don't plan on hurting you, doll, I promise."

She didn't like being called a doll, it made her feel.. dirty inside even if she tried to suppress her own emotions. She whimpered quietly when he reached forward and cut a straight line up her skirt to slide it out from around the rope, doing the same with the shirt she'd been wearing.

Leaving her in just her undergarments. She hated feeling so exposed, knowing there was nothing she could do to stop him. She had a purple lace bra and matching underwear, something she never expected anybody else to see.

He tossed the skirt and shirt aside and looked down at her, his eyes scanning over her body again. "Such beautiful skin," he thought out loud, "You take good care of yourself, huh doll?" he chuckled, his eyes moving back up to her face.

Olivia swallowed under his gaze, "What do you want from me.." She asked quietly, she didn't understand why he'd taken her. What he wanted from her.

He smiled down at her and chuckled, "Is it not obvious, doll?" He said, his hand going back to tracing her skin. "Look around. You're tied to my bed, in my house. You think I took you because I needed a house maid? But for now, you're gonna be a good girl for me and obey my rules, right?"

She whimpered quietly, "Yes.. yes..." She trailed off, having no idea what his name was or how to address him, knowing she just needed to listen long enough to escape.

He smiled when she obeyed him. "That's a good girl," he said, his hand moving from her skin and moving up to her hair, running his fingers through the long brown strands. "Don't ever forget who's in charge," he said, gently grabbing a handful of her hair, "My name is Jason, by the way, Doll."

He gave her hair a firm tug, "But you can call me anything I want you to, doll," he said, "For now you can call me sir." He said, letting her head fall back down against the pillow.

Her mouth went dry at the idea of having to call somebody "sir." "Yes.. yes sir." She rasped again, feeling a wave settle in her stomach as she tried not to be sick.

The word 'sir' coming from her mouth, mixed with the look on her face had Jason smiling again. "That's a good girl, doll," he said, his hand still tangled up in her hair. "You sound so sweet when you call me sir." He said, his voice low and quiet.

Olivia watched as he eventually went to both sides of the bed and undid the rope around her wrists and ankles, "What.. are you doing? Where are we going." She asked with a hint of panic in her voice as she was pulled out of the bed in nothing but her bra and underwear.

He had to stifle a laugh at her panicked tone. "You think I'm gonna let you just lay on the bed all day?" He said, taking her by the chin and forcing her to look at him. "We're going to take a tour of the house," he said, his eyes studying her face and the hint of panic in it.

Olivia struggled against his grip as he led her around the house, there was the kitchen and living room, with little hooks on the space by the couch and on the side of the table, like he'd carefully crafted it for whatever devil idea he had in that moment.

He led her around the living room and into the kitchen quietly. He noticed her looking at the hooks and chuckled to himself, "Oh those?" He said, letting go of her chin. "Don't worry about those for now, doll." He said as he reached around her and placed a hand on her waist, beginning to lead her further into the house.

She swallowed as she saw the bedrooms and the bathroom, his office and the locked room at the edge of the hall, his playroom. It was his own little sex dungeon house, perfectly crafted for whatever he wanted to do to her in any room.

As they walked down the hall, Jason watched her eyes scan the closed doors quietly. "You're so observant, doll," he said with a smile. "You see the locked door, huh?" He asked, stopping in front of the door and wrapping his arms around her waist from behind her

She winced as he held her from behind, feeling his fingers tweak her nipple through her bra as it grew firm underneath his touch. He opened the door to reveal a large room. There was a bed in the corner, large chains and restraints all over the room and a shelf of "toys" to be used.

He reached over her and flicked on the light switch. The room was now filled with light, showing off the contents of the room. "This is my favorite room in the house," he chuckled, gently pulling her into the room a few steps, still standing behind her. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "You'll get to spend a lot of time in this room."

She watched as he stepped away and grabbed a leather brown collar that had a metal hook in-front of it, wondering if she could bolt while he was distracted.

He walked up behind her and held the leather collar up to her neck. "You know dolls should wear collars," he laughed as he put the collar around her neck, making sure it was a secure but comfortable fit. He then walked around her again and looked her up and down. The sight of her wearing a collar made him smile again.

The collar was tight around her neck, "It's.. it's tight sir." She complained quietly, the words foreign on her tongue to avoid being punished.

He smiled when she called him sir, his eyes traveling from the collar around her neck to her face. "It's not supposed to be comfortable, doll," he said, reaching up and grabbing the hook on the collar, gently pulling it a few times. "You're mine, I need to be able to have a way to control you." He said, his eyes locking on hers.

Olivia groaned quietly when he tugged the collar, her head moving closer before he released the silver hook, looking up at him. The fear was still evident in her eyes. "I'll save the collar for a different day doll, but god.. You on your knees, serving me. I can't wait to see it." He taunted, before letting go of the little metal hook.

"You know, your pretty little face looks so much prettier when you've got a hint of fear in your eyes." He said, his eyes tracing over her face again. "You look so beautiful when you're scared," he said as he took a step towards her, his hand coming up to her chin.

"You've got me locked up.. like some sex slave, why wouldn't I be scared?" Olivia said quietly when he held her chin in the palm of his hand.

He smiled and shook his head, his fingers tracing over her skin gently, "You being scared is part of the fun, doll," he said, leaning in so his face was close to hers again. "It's adorable how scared you are, how you're struggling to be obedient, how you're trying to act nonchalant and calm to not show me all those emotions."

She whimpered quietly when he tugged her out of the playroom, revealing the large backyard. It was more like a ranch than anything, a barn in the distance, forest all around, making it clear they were in the middle of nowhere.

He walked her outside, his hand on the crook of her neck and led her to the edge of the backyard. He pointed to the ranch and forest around them, "See? We're in the middle of nowhere, like you're starting to notice. Nobody's gonna find you out here, doll." He said, leaning down to whisper in her ear.

"What.. what are you going to do to me." She said quietly as he held her arm with his hand. She didn't know where she could run so that wouldn't be the woods or the acres of grass.

Jason laughed and put his other hand on her shoulder to turn her to face him. "You'll see in due time, doll." He said, his hand letting go of her arm and wrapping around her waist to pull her body up against him. "But for now, just know that no one's gonna come save you."

Olivia was eventually tugged back into the house when he locked the door, looking up at him. She had just her undergarments on still, and the collar around her neck.

Jason led her back into the house and stopped in the middle of the hallway again, his eyes wandering up and down her body. "Look at you, doll, all dolled up for me," he said quietly, taking in the sight of her almost naked form. "You look so cute.

"Come here baby." He said, patting his lap after he'd taken a seat on the couch. She hesitated for a moment before relenting, crawling onto his lap.

"Good girl." Jason praised, adjusting her so her legs were spread over his thighs, keeping her back to his chest. Olivia whimpered, feeling his fingers run over her thighs, "Please don't." She said quietly.

He chuckled softly, moving his hands to rest on her stomach. "You'll let me do it or I'll tie you up." Jason said into her ear before moving his hands to the edge of her panties.

She bit her lip, "Raise your hips for me baby." Jason instructed again as Olivia did what she was told. Raising her hips a bit in the air as he chuckled quietly at her obedience.

"Good girl, you're such a good girl." He praised, slowly undoing the clasps of her purple bra and tossing it across the room, before sliding the panties down her legs as well, now leaving her fully exposed to him. "Keep your hips up for me." Jason said, running his finger over her folds as a quiet groan escaped her mouth, her cheeks pink.

He let his mouth wander to her neck, sucking gently on the skin, leaving a small red mark. "Mhm.. you taste sweet babygirl." Jason said, nipping on her skin, flicking his tongue against the mark he'd previously left.

Olivia's eyes glazed over, despite her protests, it was too much for her to deny. She gasped quietly when his finger slipped inside of her and he turned his face to meet her mouth to stifle the gasp. A quiet whine escaped her lips when he kissed her, feeling a twist to her nipple with his other hand causing her to open her mouth further. He slipped his tongue inside, exploring her mouth.

"So warm baby girl.." He said as he slowly moved his finger inside of her, noticing she was already wet and warm around him. Olivia whimpered quietly as he worked herself open, gripping onto the edge of the couch from his lap.

She could feel his arousal growing underneath her as he kept his finger pumping in and out of her, little gasps and noises escaping her lips. Every once in awhile, she'd feel a twist to her nipple from his other hand, her peaks growing firm under his touch.

"Look at you baby girl, taking me so well." He praised, as her pulse quickened. She bit her bottom lip when she felt him add a second finger inside her, "God, you're so warm baby." Jason said as he rocked his fingers inside of her, letting his thumb come up to play with her clit.

She gasped out loud as he drew her mouth back again, kissing her lips before moving his mouth down her neck as she slowly fluttered around his fingers, gripping the edge of the couch tighter.

"You have to ask permission." Jason said as he bit down on her shoulder, feeling her pussy tighten around his fingers.

She swallowed, a small shiver running down her spine. "Please.. please sir.. may I come?" Olivia begged quietly, too far gone to swallow her pride. She was right on the edge and one more thrust would send her over.

He chuckled softly, running his tongue up the side of her neck. "Yeah baby girl, come for me." He said, nipping again at her skip.

She let out a quiet moan, her back arching a bit as she fell over the edge, clenching around his fingers as a roll of ecstasy fell over her body. Her breathing was heavy, almost panting as she came down from her high, whining a bit when he slowly withdrew his fingers. Feeling the loss of contact from her now empty body.

"Such a needy girl." He said with a small smile at her whining, bringing his fingers to his mouth, sucking the wetness off around her tongue.

Olivia groaned quietly as she watched, feeling his fingers eventually tangle in her long brown hair, bringing her head to rest on his shoulder.

"Did.. did I do okay for you sir?" Olivia asked quietly, still spread open on his thighs after her orgasm, feeling his hands running over her skin. Faint goosebumps covering her body.

She felt vulnerable and exposed, as he nodded. "Of course, you did baby girl. Watching you come.. it's something else." Jason said.

He gave her a while to come back from her strong orgasm, running his fingers over her back and skin as she obeyed and stayed on his lap.

He eventually lifted her off his lap with her shaky legs, "Where are we going?" Olivia asked as she followed him out of the living room.

He led her back out of the living room and into the hallway again, holding her arm to keep her from tripping. "We're going to get you cleaned up," he said, stopping in front of the bathroom door. "And then we're going to have a little chat."

"Chat about what?" She asked as she followed him into the bathroom, as he closed the door.

He led her over to the sink and sat her down on the edge of it, his hands on her thighs, "I'm going to ask you a few questions and you're going to answer them honestly, doll. Understood?" The porcelain countertop was cold on her bare skin as he grabbed a rag, slowly running it over her skin.

Faint goosebumps appeared on her skin, a small noise escaping her lips when he ran the rag over her sensitive nipples, her chest aching slightly purely out of habit. He chuckled quietly, "Just a few simple ones, doll. Questions like, why were you out in that alley alone late at night?" He asked

Olivia sighed.. "It was a shortcut back to my apartment." She said, "And I just wanted to get home." She bit her bottom lip when he ran the rag over her thighs, cleaning up the mess from her orgasm, trying not to moan when he ran it between her folds, a small ache appearing in her cunt. She wanted to shift her legs closed but knew he wouldn't let her.

He chuckled and put the cloth down, "Seems like taking a shortcut through a dark alley wasn't the smartest idea for you." He said, running his thumb over her inner thigh, "You're lucky it was me walking down that alley and not some other guy, doll."

"I'm lucky it was you?" She repeated, "You.. you kidnapped me. I.. I'm not going to thank you for kidnapping me." She said, this time a gasp escaping her lips when he ran it over her clit, squirming a bit on the bathroom counter.

He laughed and grabbed her chin with his hand, "No, of course not." He said, turning her head back and forth to study her face. "I'm just saying that if you had met some other stranger in that alley, they probably would have done something far worse to you, doll."

Olivia scoffed, "I don't know what exactly could be a lot worse than being kidnapped but sure." She retorted when he held her chin.

He chuckled and leaned closer to her face again, "You'd be surprised, doll." He said, his hand moving from her chin to her chin and gently tracing over her lower lip again, "But I'm not gonna tell you a lot of the bad things that could've happened to you instead of me kidnapping you."

She sighed when he traced her lower lips, clean from what he'd done to her earlier. "Can't you just.. I don't know.. let me go? Or.. treat me less like some prisoner.. some hostage." Olivia asked quietly.

He pulled away and shook his head, "You aren't a prisoner doll, you're much more than that. And of course I can treat you better than a hostage." He said, "All you have to do is listen to me and do as I say. Then you can have whatever you want, doll." He said, "within my limits, of course."

"But I still don't get to make any of my own decisions." She said, a small frown appearing on her face. "I have to listen and obey, like some dog purchased off a farm."

He laughed and shook his head, "You'll get to make your own decisions, doll." He said, moving a strand of her hair back behind her ear, "But you'll make them with my permission. And I don't want to hear you comparing yourself to a dog, doll. I don't like it."

Olivia scoffed quietly, 'Yeah, like what? What decisions do I get to make exactly." She said, all she wanted was to go free. But with the location in the middle of nowhere, she was terrified of dying in the woods.

"Well, you can decide what you wanna eat doll, what you wanna wear, whether or not you want to watch a movie. Stuff like that. But you aren't gonna make big decisions doll, like where you're gonna go during the day or who you get to talk to. Not unless I say so, anyway." He said, his hands gently tracing over her skin. He set the rag down once he was done, a small sheen on her skin from the water but her body clean from the orgasm.

She sighed, looking down at her hands, still on the counter of the bathroom. It was deflating, going from a lawyer to being stuck in a random house and having to ask permission to do almost anything.

He grabbed her chin again forcefully, gently pulling her head back up. "Don't look so down, doll." He said as his eyes scanned her face. "You should be excited, I'm giving you the choice of being with me. Doll, I could've hurt you badly, but I chose to be gentle. Be happy about that."

"And what if you change your mind, decide you suddenly don't want to be gentle." She countered at his words, terrified of what he could do to her if he wanted to.

He smiled at her again, "I won't. I've never been that type of person, doll." He said quietly, moving in between her legs with his body again, "If I suddenly 'change my mind' like you said, you'll find out. But that won't happen anytime soon."

"My work will be looking for me. I think they'll suddenly notice if a top employee just stopped showing up to work." She said, looking up at him when he stood between her thighs.

He laughed and gently placed his hands on her thighs again, "You really think they're gonna be looking for you anytime soon?" He said, "And even if they do, I doubt they'll find you here, doll. You're so far out from the city that no one will ever find you here."