Author's Note: This is my very first submission to Literotica. Please leave any suggestions in the comments below. Thanks for reading!
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She was panting. Not like in the soft porn that you find on late night cable television. No, she was panting like a dog in heat. Dried tears streaked the sides her eyes, and she blinked frequently to clear new ones from forming. Her chest heaved with each breath she took. She looked, red rimmed brown eyes tracking my every moment. I watched as she took her plump, cranberry colored lip into her mouth, biting it.
She was exquisite.
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"You want another round?" she had asked, twisting so that the heavy tray burdened with empty bottles and cups rested on her left forearm. With her other hand, she deftly slid a small square paper napkin out of her ratty apron with a pen clamped to it.
I looked up, slowly taking in her dainty ankles, shapely legs, and round hips that promised a lucky man a very healthy baby one day.
A growl caught in my throat, but I suppressed it and coughed instead. Now was not the time to scare her. That would come later.
I nodded, sharply and jerked my head towards my empty glass. She gave a tight smile and grabbed the mug, slinging it on the tray with a skill that only comes with years of practice. Turning around, she walked to the back of the bar, disappearing inside a swinging door that led to the kitchen.
The moment she had disappeared from my sight, I got up from the table, tossing some money down before moving out the front door, as silently as I had come in. The wind whipped around me, causing my coat to billow out against the night. I should have been cold, but I lost the ability to be easily affected by the climate many moons ago.
I quickly climbed into my old beat up truck and pulled around the back of the old, dilapidated building that served as the small town's only bar and grill. Idling the engine, I turned off the headlights and slid down in the seat, waiting. Time passed, and for a moment, I thought that I had been mistaken. She was not going to come out. The full moon taunted me up above. I licked my lips, nervous.
Just as I reached to turn on the headlights, the rickety back door swung open and my angel appeared. She paused and adjusted her heavy bag with one hand, and began to sift through her phone with the other. I growled freely now and quietly opened my door. Sliding out, I walked up to her faster than she would have seen and sighed. She yelped and jumped, startled. Taking the opportunity, I reached in and clasped one hand over her mouth while pulling her body against mine. Gods, she was soft. She kicked and bucked against me, driving her firm behind into my crouch. Groaning, I lifted her up and carried her back to the truck, not breaking a sweat.
We rounded the truck and I flung the passenger door open, reaching inside to grab an old bandana that was lying on the floor. After stuffing it in her mouth, I grabbed the small roll of duct tape I had in my back pocket and taped her mouth, hands and feet. Satisfied with my work, I dropped the roll and slung her into the car with little effort. Her eyes widened in surprise and then fear. Resisting the urge to reach out and stroke her cheek, I slammed the door shut and raced to the driver's side before she could blink.
The ride home was quiet. The only indicator of her distress was the heaving of her chest wracked with silent sobs. Guilt twisted my stomach. The need to make her feel better was almost overwhelming me. A woman that beautiful should never spill tears. My knuckles tightened on the steering wheel and I willed myself to focus on the road. My small cabin was twenty five miles from the bar, hiding in the woods from passerbys. My nearest neighbor was about five miles away. I loved the solitude and tonight it would be my ally.
I slowly pulled the truck up the driveway to the front door. Killing the engine, I looked over at my prisoner. She looked back, her eyes pleading with me. Tearing my gaze from hers, I got out of the truck and moved to her side, unfastening her seatbelt and picking her up in my arms. She let out a muffled yell and then began to buck, attempting to kick at me. I paid her no mind, moving us both to the front door.
Once inside, I laid her down on my plush rug against the couch, closing the door behind me with my foot. No one would be disturbing us tonight.
The thought of her there, in my home, caused my chest to tighten. I stood over her and waited. Tears were coming in buckets now as her eyes darted around her environment and finally to me. Taking my cue, I moved to the bedroom and came back with rope I had procured the night before. She went still, eyes widening even more as I advanced towards her. I turned her and gently lifted her bound hands, weaving the rope around them once, then twice. I then intertwined the rope with the leg of my heavy couch, tying a thick knot. After tugging on it to make sure she wasn't going to move, I sat back on my heels to see my prize.
She had gone completely still, her eyes closed, resigned to whatever fate awaited her. I chuckled under my breath. She didn't realize what she was about to endure.
I grabbed the knife hiding in the ankle of my boots and in one swift motion relieved her of her thin work shirt and lacy pink bra. My breath caught in my throat. She was so beautiful. Two brown nipples stared back at me, perfectly placed on top of two large, soft mounds. My hands shot out and I gently took ahold of her treasures, kneading them while pinching them softly. She kept quiet, her eyes squeezed shut. Leaning forward, I took her left nipple in my mouth, drawing it up with a slight suction. My princess whimpered and squirmed against the rope. Ignoring the pressure of my cock pressed against my pants, I moved to the other nipple and gave equal worship while squeezing the first between my forefinger and thumb. It hardened in response and her breath became a bit shallower.
Allowing her right nipple to pop from my mouth, I dragged my tongue against her warm, supple flesh. Around the rib cage, down the stomach, dipping it into her belly button. I heard her groan and smiled to myself. This little girl had met a big, bad wolf. And I was hungry for her. The knife appeared again and just as quickly with the shirt, her pants and underwear where gone too. I took off her sandals and tossed them across the room, making note of her pretty little toes.
My hands slid up her sides, clasping in the small of her back so that she was forced to offer herself to me. Placing delicate kisses underneath her belly button, I made my way down to a hip bone and gently bit it, allowing my lips to fall back down around my teeth. She groaned loudly now and lifted her body on her own accord.
"Easy, pet," I whispered. "In due time. Relax and enjoy this."
She whimpered, but settled down. Turning my attention back to the task at hand, I flicked the hip with my tongue and then mimicked my actions on the other one. She tasted so sweet. My mouth was beginning to water in anticipation and the zipper of my pants were digging into me now. I moved down her mons and opened her, taking in her scent. A low rumble came from my chest and she stilled, frightened. Closing my eyes, I allowed the tip of my nose to touch her most intimate place as her smell wafted around me. The walls of my cabin seemed to disappear as I breathed in. And out. And in. When I exhaled with more force, she flinched from the sudden assault of warm air. Her reaction distracted her long enough for me to lick her clit once, then twice.
"Nnnnnngh!" she cried and twisted. Not taking no for an answer, I began a slow assault on her. She tasted so damn good! Struggling to maintain control over my emotions, I licked the small nub, lapping up her juices. Small amounts of liquid were starting to pool under her and I tried to get at those, too, before plunging my tongue fully into her and licking with more pressure.
