Stephen noticed her the minute she walked into the coffee shop. Her Reubenesque, shapely, curvy frame outlined by the soft pink sweater she wore that hugged her delicious 40D breasts close to her body. Her matching above the knee skirt conformed her round and shapely butt, which jiggled as she made her ways towards the counter to order her coffee. He knew then, he had to have this black, beautiful, caramel skinned woman as his own.
He noticed the way she had her hair: jet black, curly, and shoulder length. He wanted to run his fingers through her hair and pull at it, bringing her mouth to his. "I better play my cool, " he said to himself as he got up from his table, and stood close behind the voluptuous black woman.
Nicola Cassidy knew that everywhere she went, she drew attention. She was always commented on her exotic looks. Her father's mother was of English and American Indian heritage, and her father's father was pure African American heritage. Nicola took straight after her father's mother in features but in a brown version. The straight nose, small but pouty, high cheekbones, very white features for a black person. Her body. That was a different story. True African American heritage all the way! At 5'7," 170 pounds, 40D breasts, round black butt, 36 inch waist, very shapely, curvy. She was always labeled either being voluptuous or Reubenesque. Nicola always drew attention from the males who checked her out everywhere she went. She knew that there were a lot of men who were into "big beautiful women" but, she just didn't know how much so!
Nicola was proud of the fact that she was single, independent, direct and straight to the point. She had no time for games with men. The ones that she knew "rapped" to her order for them to get into bed with her, which never worked to their advantage.
Sensing that there was someone behind her in line, Nicola's almond-shaped, brown eyes glanced behind to lock with a pair of blue eyes. "Hi" the tall, 6'3," 215-pound Caucasian male said to the striking black female. She noticed immediately, his eyes, and his friendly smile. Smiling back at him, Nicola answered back with a hesitant smile of her own. She turned her head back around when it came for turn to order at the counter.
"Okay, he's cute for a white man. But, Nicola you should know better!" she scolded herself. She had never dated outside her race and nor, was she looking to start. She always felt that there were strong black men out there for women of color. She couldn't help but notice his cute smile, full lips; small but straight white teeth that gleamed when he smiled at her. Shaking her head in frustration, Nicola cleared away her thoughts as she waited for her coffee coolata to be made.
Stephen could feel his heart beat faster as soon as she had spoken to him. "Yes, she is going to be mine!" he told himself as he watched her take her order and head towards the exit door of the coffee shop. He noticed her sexy, black, curvy ass swing back and forth and just imagined his long, thick, white penis entering her tight hole.
Immediately, left his place in line and quickly ran after her to follow her out the door. He watched as she carried her coffee to her Honda accord, which was parked next to his. He watches as she placed the cup on the top of her roof and started to search through her black bag.
"Do you need help?" Nicola was startled and she dropped her black handbag to the ground beside her feet. She quickly looked up to the guy who said hi to her inside the coffee shop. Taking a step back, she could feel her back up against the car door. "No.no.I am fine but thanks"; she muffled as she dismissed the stranger before her. She bent down to pick up the bag and when she got back up to look behind her, he was still there staring at her.
"Are you sure?" Stephen could feel her nearness and smell of her perfume. His heart started beating faster and he was surprised that she couldn't hear it. He could feel his palms getting sweaty, and on top of that, his dick getting hard in his pants. "Damn it! She probably knows that my dick is raging hard over here," he told himself as he watched her leaf through her purse for her car keys.
"Okay, I have to get her into bed but how!" he asked himself as she continued to ignore him. He was getting frustrated with himself that he didn't have game plan. Finally after coming to a conclusion, he quickly covered her mouth his hand and held her near him.
"What in the hell is this guy doing?" Nicola all of a sudden felt a large, strong hand cover her mouth. She could feel his bulge in pants pressed up against her butt. Struggling, she tried to step on his feet, but he kept on dodging his feet out of the way. "Be still, I am not going to hurt you, my pretty black friend," was whispered softly in her ear. " What I want you to do is to continue to search for you car keys and get them out, and give them to me. Pronto," she also heard.
Nicola stopped struggling with her attacker. She figured that she get the keys out and drop them, and make an attempt to run away from him in the already deserted parking lot where the coffee place stood. Pulling her purse closer to her, she opened her bag and took out the key.
Stephen, noticing this, took his free hand and grabbed the purse from her. Throwing the black bag to the ground at his feet, he then snatched the keys away from the woman's hand. "Very good, darling. You and I have a date of destiny together," was all that Nicola heard for she felt a hard blow on her head before blacking out.
* Chapter 2: Stephen teaches Nicola who is boss *
She opened her brown eyes to unfamiliar surroundings. The first thing that she noticed was the room was light by candles for there wasn't a bright light in the room. Nicola was lying on a queen-sized bed with her arms strapped above her head and her legs strapped below her to the footboard. She was in a big room, which boasted of pretty floral colors on the walls. She noticed a long dresser table with a pile of white-lit candles that made the room have a soft glow. In the background, she can hear soft classical music playing but she knew it wasn't coming from the same room.
"Hello! Is someone here? Please, I am trapped here!" She started screaming at the top of her lungs. "Someone please find me!" she cried openly, as she searched the room with her eyes noticing that not a soul was with her in the room. Glancing at her body, Nicola noticed that her clothes were off and she lay there completely nude. She suddenly noticed that she had red marks on her arms, waist, and breasts and though someone didn't take the time to casually undo her clothes. She immediately knew that her clothes were ripped right from her.
"Hi, Nikki," came a deep voice from the doorway. Turning her head to the right of her, Nicola noticed the guy at the coffee shop. The one who held his hand over her mouth. "Look, you faggot! When I get out of here, I am going to report you to the cops. There are people out there who know that I am missing!" she stammered at the guy in the doorway. "I will make sure that you suffer for this!" Nicola struggled violently but, to no avail for the man had the ropes that binded her, tight.
Stephen made his way towards the beautiful; black female who lay tied up on his bed. He noticed how caramel her beautiful skin was. He was already enamored on how her beautiful tits with the dark nipples laid before him. He knew that at some moment that night, he would have those tits in his mouth causing her much pleasure than pain. For now, all he wanted to do was to stare at the beauty before him. He could feel his pulse race as he neared the bed.
"Hush my darling, by the time this night is over, you will be mine. You will know that you were meant for me and me only. No other man will ever have you, again. But, you will need to calm down first." He calmly told her as he towered over the lifeform in his bed. "You and I have belonged together from the start. I will make love to you all night long and by the morning, you will want me to be yours as well".