Shall I Keep You

Eliza could feel his eyes on her from across the bar. Each time she looked up from her cucumber mojito, she could see the dark haired stranger glancing her way. A few times she even met his ice blue eyes and gave him a smile. The guy that her friend had originally set her up with hadn't shown, and she was starting to get bored. The dark haired man could at the very least help pass the time until her drink was gone. That is, of course, if she could entice him over to her.

After another few sips of her drink, Eliza got her wish. The man approached and took a seat on the stool next to her. "I couldn't help but notice that you're almost finished with that drink. I'd like to buy the next round if you're interested."

"I might be," Eliza played it cool. She tilted her head back and drained the last of her drink. "I'm Eliza."

"Mark," the man gave her a grin before waving the bartender over. "Hey, Adam? Another for the beauty next to me."

Adam flashed a smile their way, "Coming right up. Another Jamison for you?" After getting a nod from Mark, he turned away to start pouring their drinks.

"So, Eliza," Mark's voice was smooth and rich in her ears. "I don't think I've seen you here before. I definitely would have remembered you."

Eliza felt her face grow warm with a blush. "No, I've never been here before. I was supposed to meet a guy here. Friend of a friend. Guess he crapped out on me." She immediately picked up the glass that the bartender set in front of her and took a sip.

"His loss." Mark nodded, watching her carefully as she drank. "Hopefully I can make your night a bit better." His eyes darkened for a moment, leaving an unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"Maybe," Eliza took another swig of her drink as a nervous habit. After this one she would switch to something non-alcoholic.

Mark's lips curled into a smile, as his hand found its way to her thigh, rubbing circles against the denim of her jeans. "I guarantee it."

That touch was far too familiar for someone she barely knew. Very few people had touched her like that, just her high school boyfriend and a guy that she had met at one of her friend's parties. Not that she hadn't been optimistic about her date enough to wear her good underwear, but she wasn't about to let just anyone handle her like that.

"I actually probably should be going," Eliza said, her muscles tensing under his touch. She kept a close eye on her drink. Something about this guy gave her the impression that he wouldn't be morally opposed to slipping her something.

"Oh, come on now. You haven't even finished your drink," Mark nodded to the glass.

Damn her people pleasing ways. Eliza took another drink. He had paid for it, so it'd be rude for her to just leave, even if he was being a bit too forward. If she drank fast, she could be on her way in another ten minutes. "Alright, I'll finish my drink."

"That's what I like to hear," Mark let out a light laugh, sliding his firm hand against her thigh again, this time pressing a bit harder, leaving her cheeks a hot pink.

That was too far. Eliza drained the last of her glass and slid off the barstool to make her way to the exit. The second her feet hit the floor, she wobbled and a lightness hit her head that she wasn't prepared for.

Mark was at her side as if he knew that she was going to stumble. "Let me help you outside." Before she could slur out a protest, his arm was around her and she was being guided outside and into a car. She felt her body slump across the back seat, darkness engulfing her vision...

Eliza had no idea how long she had been out. The first thing that she noticed was the darkness in front of her, but after a second she recognized the pressure of the blindfold across her eyes. It took her a few moments before she remembered what happened. The bar...that man, Mark, if that even was his name, putting her in the car. Fuck... She moved quickly to try and sit up, but quickly realized that she couldn't move. Her wrists were bound with what felt like rope, holding her arms tightly in place above her head. An attempted kick of her legs let her know that they were bound too.

Panic rushed through Eliza as she finally understood what this meant. She quickly thrashed, trying desperately to loosen the hold that the ropes had on her, but she could only move about an inch in any direction. Whoever had tied her binds clearly knew what they were doing.

She pulled and bucked as hard as she could for what felt like a long time, but eventually all she could do was accept that she was trapped. Just after her body went still with defeat, a man's laugh filled Eliza's ears. She recognized Mark's voice when he spoke. "I must say, I'm pretty impressed. Most of the girls have started screaming by now."

"Where am I?" Eliza demanded, doing everything she could to keep her tone even, but a crack in her voice betrayed her. "And how did you get me here? I made sure to watch you--"

"Watch me to make sure I didn't put anything in your drink?" Mark asked, laughing like she had told him a particularly funny joke. "I didn't put anything in your drink. The bartender on the other hand...He's on our payroll."

A few footsteps tapped against the hardwood floor as he approached her. "This is technically an estate that belongs to my employer." His tone was light and conversational, as if she had asked him about the weather. "I suppose for your purposes though, this is more like a terminal, though your destination is yet to be determined." The footsteps stopped right next to her.

Eliza felt the color drain from her face. "So, you're not planning to keep me here?" she asked. The only thing that could be worse than being kidnapped and brought to a place like this would be to be kidnapped, brought to a place like this, and then moved somewhere unknown, further away, and possibly even more secluded.

"As I said, that's yet to be determined," Mark answered. She felt a finger trail lightly against the bare skin of her arm, up and over the fabric of her short sleeve and across her exposed collarbone. "Let me clear up a few things for you. My employer sells pretty girls like you to interested parties. Part of my job is evaluating what kind of slave you're going to be. Some buyers want sweet, well behaved slaves, others like a challenge. Of course there's preferences in looks, hair color, size of hips and breasts, how sweet that pussy tastes..."

"If you think I'm going to just let you--" Her protests were cut short with a sharp slap to her left cheek. The stinging blow replaced any other words with a quick gasp.

"I'm not asking for your opinion," Mark's voice was no longer light, but thick with danger. "You're certainly in no position to give it. And if you have anything else to say about that..."

Eliza felt something cold and sharp trace a line down her cheek. It had to be a knife. A tingle made itself known between her legs. She leaned back, trying to pull as far away as she could, but that only earned her a chuckle from Mark. "Oh, you're going to be fun, I can tell. In fact," Mark pressed the side of the knife against her skin before sliding it up towards her temple before quickly slicing the blindfold and pulling it away from her. "I want you to see all of this."

She blinked a few times, her eyes adjusting to the light in the room. First, she looked down to see her body, relieved that she was still dressed and uninjured. Then, her eyes scanned around the room, purposefully avoiding looking at her captor. If he wanted her to look at him, that was the last thing she wanted to give him.

"You can try to avoid looking at me all you want, but that's not going to change anything," Mark shook his head, turning his back for a moment. He stepped away, towards a desk on the other side of the room, Eliza craned her neck to see what he was going to pull from the desk drawer. "Let's see what we're really working with here, shall we?"

Mark approached again, holding up a pair of scissors for her to see before tracing the blades against her neck. A tremble shook Eliza's body and goosebumps prickled her skin under the cold metal. He moved the shears down, taking the fabric of her top between the two blades.

The reality of what was happening finally hit her. "No! Stop!" She pulled at the ropes again, groaning as they did not budge.

"You better be careful sweetheart," Mark warned. "Wouldn't want to cut anything but your clothes yet." Three snips of the scissors down the front and one each for the sleeves, and Mark ripped the remainders of her blouse from her body and tossed them aside, exposing the black lace of her bra. He moved down to her jeans, slicing carefully from her left ankle all the way up her leg, and then did the same to her right side.

Mark paused for a moment, looking up at her. "This is one of my favorite parts of my job," he said, tracing the line of the zipper with the blades of the scissors. The contact made Eliza's hips buck. "Let's see. From what I have seen from you, I'm guessing you're not a thong kind of girl. A little too uptight. You did say at the bar you were waiting for a guy, so let's see if you were optimistic enough to match your bra and panties."

Two more snips and he pulled the ribbons of denim away from her. The cool air hit the slight dampness that had seeped onto her lacy panties, leaving her horrified. Not only was she now further exposed to him, but she realized how turned on her body was. Don't let him notice. Please don't notice...

"Not only did you come out planning to fuck that guy on a first date," Mark grinned up at her, "But you're enjoying this, aren't you? Didn't expect you to be such a slut. Let's see now. What is it that's getting you so excited?"

Eliza instinctively tried to bring her knees together, keep him from looking at her, but once again, the ropes held fast. "Stop..." she whimpered, unable to speak above a whisper.

"I don't think you want me to," Mark laughed, tracing the ice cold metal of the shears against her thigh in long lines. "In fact, I think you want me to fuck you." He met her eyes for a moment as he ran a finger along the damp fabric of her lace panties. "Is that what you want, Eliza?" He climbed onto the bed, kneeling between her legs, moving up until the bulge at the front of his jeans pressed against her pussy.

For a moment, she remained frozen, unable to wrap her mind around the fact that this was actually happening to her. Her hips bucked against him. "No, no..." Eliza shut her eyes tight. "Please..."

Another dark chuckle echoed in her ears, causing her eyes to snap open again. "You might say no, but your body seems to have another idea. I'll bet under this," he ran the tip of the scissors along the edge of the bra, "your nipples are hard as little pebbles. Let's find out, shall we?" Before she could make any sort of protest, Mark snipped the black fabric between her breasts, peeling it away to expose her creamy skin and bright pink erect nipples. "Just as I thought." He took her left nipple, rolling it between his fingers before finishing with a sharp pinch, forcing Eliza to suck in a painful breath between her teeth.

She tried once again to pull herself out of his grasp, but Mark kept her nipple tightly between his fingers, giving it a quick twist when she moved. For the first time since she had woken up, she met his ice cold eyes. "Why are you doing this?!" She hissed.

"This," Mark waved a hand around the room, "I do this because you, sweetheart, are going to earn me quite a bit of money. If I don't decide to keep you that is." Eliza trembled underneath him, hyper aware of the pressure of his erection pressing against her sensitive womanhood and the feel of rough denim against the thin fabric of her underwear. She wasn't sure if being sold to another sicko would be preferable to being here. "And this," he twisted her other nipple further than Eliza imagined that the skin could take, causing her to cry out as the electric pain jolted her. "This is just because it's fun."

He let go of her throbbing nipple, smirking at the whimper that escaped her lips. Mark tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Eliza had been able to tell from the first time that she had seen him that he was well built, but wasn't expecting how toned his body would be. "Now, the next question we need answered," he lowered his hands and undid his belt, "is how well can you please a man."

Mark leaned forward, reaching above her and pulling the knife from earlier into view. "I'm going to cut you free, and you're going to suck my cock like your life depends on it. If you even think about biting me, you will regret it." He ran the knife along her skin, a trail of goosebumps left in its wake before pressing the cold metal against her neck. "You'll be begging me to slit that pretty little throat of yours. Do you understand?"

Eliza swallowed thickly. "Yes," she whispered. "I understand."

Mark sliced through the rope binding her hands with ease and then turned to cut her feet loose as well. Eliza's muscles protested as she brought her arms down, stiff from being held above her for who knew how long. A thought came to her mind. This was her chance. The moment that Mark's knife cut through the last rope keeping her tied to the bed she kicked his back as hard as she could, eliciting a grunt out of him. She scrambled to the edge of the bed, but fell to the floor quickly, her calf muscles stiff from being tied up. She shoved herself forward, trying to get to her feet, but in the seconds that it took her to get her bearings, Mark had turned and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her back painfully.

"That wasn't very nice of you, Eliza." Mark gripped her hair tightly with one hand, and grabbed her wrist with his other, pulling her arm behind her. "Stop fighting me before I break your arm."

She froze, knowing full well that he could snap her arm like a twig from that position. "That's a good girl," he cooed. "Now, up up." He dragged her to her feet by her hair and arm, causing her to cry out. "Since you can't be trusted loose yet..." she felt the icy touch of cold metal against the skin of her wrist and heard the distinct click of handcuffs. "Give me your other hand," his voice was firm. The playful tone from earlier completely gone. This was no longer a game to him. Eliza raised her arm behind her, letting Mark lock the handcuffs in place.

"Now, where were we?" The teasing in his voice was back. "Oh yes. That's right." He planted his hands firmly on her shoulders and shoved down, forcing her to drop to her knees with a bruising thud. "You were about to give me the blowjob of a lifetime, weren't you?" Mark slowly circled his prey like a panther, stopping in front of her. Eliza kept her eyes down, staring at the floor between his feet. "If you do a good enough job, maybe I'll even let you cum. Isn't that something you want?" He paused a moment before gripping her chin tightly, and pulling her face up, forcing her to look at him. "Answer me. Do you like to cum, little slut?"

Eliza shook her head, her eyes going wide as Mark unbuttoned his jeans. "I don't want you to-"

"I don't believe that was the question." Mark cut her off, unzipping the zipper. "I asked you if you like to cum. I have a feeling I already know the answer, considering you're so wet your panties are practically soaked." With a light tug, he pulled his dick free from his pants. Eliza's mouth fell open ever so slightly at the sight of it. He was bigger than any man she'd ever seen before. Mark chuckled at her surprise. "Now, since that tongue of yours is no good at telling the truth, it better be good for something else."

With that he guided his thick member into her mouth. She immediately gagged, eyes watering at the size of him. He gripped her hair firmly, not about to let her get away and let out an appreciative groan. "Like I said earlier, suck like your life depends on it,"

Eliza slowly began bobbing her head, doing her best to run her tongue along his shaft. The salty, slightly sweet taste of his precum spread over her tastebuds as she moved. Every so often, his hips would buck, thrusting his cock deeper into her throat, causing her to choke, but she did her best to recover.

Finally, he pulled her head back, giving her a chance to take a gasping breath. "What a good slut you are." Mark dragged her to her feet and shoved her toward the bed. "Do you think you earned a reward, pet?"

Eliza stumbled, falling face first onto the bed, unable to catch herself with her arms still cuffed behind her. "I don't want...please don't." Her breaths were shallow and quick. "Please..." she repeated.

"Oh, sweetheart." Mark hummed softly, running a hand down her bare back, over her cuffed wrists and along her ass before tucking a thumb under the edge of her panties. "You can pretend that you don't want this all you want, but this..." he slid a finger under the lace fabric and along her wet slit, "tells me a different story."

Eliza gasped when he tore her underwear from her body, leaving her completely exposed. The cool air hit her damp pussy, causing a shock to run through her body. "I'm begging you..." she moaned.

Mark ran a hand over the firm roundness of her ass, humming lightly in his throat. "I'll tell you what. Since you did such a good job sucking me off, I'll let you have a choice." Eliza shut her eyes, sure that she wasn't going to enjoy any options he offered.

"Option number one:" Mark continued. "I fuck that wet pussy of yours, and since I'm feeling generous, I'll even let you cum." He gripped her cuffed wrists in one hand before slipping his fingers between her swollen folds again, teasing her entrance for a moment. "Or, option number two," He traced his finger back along her cunt again, but this time he kept going further up until he reached her asshole, circling his finger around her tight puckered hole. "I fuck that tight little ass of yours." Eliza clenched every muscle below her waist, earning a laugh from Mark. "Something tells me you aren't used to taking a cock up your ass. So what's it going to be?"

Eliza shook her head frantically, her heart pounding in her chest. "Please, don't."

"I need an answer, before I decide for you." Mark slowly began working his finger, still slick from exploring her wet slit into her back entrance.

"Please, fuck my pussy!" Eliza begged, voice frantic. "I want you to fuck my pussy," she let out a groan against the tight pressure of his finger in her ass. "Please..."

Mark slowly pulled his finger back, patting her bum gently. "Now was that so hard?" He teased, putting his hands on her hips and tugging her into a better position. "Since you asked so nicely, I'm more than happy to oblige."

Before Eliza could even take another breath, he sheathed his cock deep into her. She cried out, once again surprised and overwhelmed at his size, He buried himself inside her, taking ahold of her cuffed wrists once again. "Maybe I was wrong about you, sweetheart," Mark's voice was heavy and breathy. He slowly began moving, bringing his member in and out of her swollen cunt. "You're a tight one, Maybe you're not such a slut after all."

A soft moan escaped Eliza's lips. She stared ahead of her, studying the thread pattern on the bedding, doing everything she could to not enjoy this. His cock filled her completely, uncomfortably. She shook her head, unable to find any words to respond to his cajoling. A light flick of a finger over her clit forced her focus back to the unwanted pleasure she was experiencing.

"I promised that if you were good, I'd let you cum. And I'm not one to go back on my promises." Mark began rubbing light circles around the little bud, causing tiny shocks of pleasure to radiate through her.

"No no no no," Eliza shook her head, trying to pull away to no avail. She couldn't be enjoying this. She refused. If she climaxed, he would win whatever sick game this was to him.