I keep struggling and pulling at the binds that keep me tied to the wall. I hate it when they are soft and not biting into my wrist. It only shows his point that he's been trying to make all night. The wall I sit against is covered with soft carpeting. Not rough and brittle like his 5 o'clock shadow. His stubble makes his strong jawline more masculine and to make him all that more manly he sports a cleft in his chin. He has solemn eyes but they sparkle brightly, the color as green as the inside of a fresh sliced kiwi. Along with his short cropped blond hair that should make him handsome and attractive but instead he has me locked up in this poorly lit room.
The exposed light bulb cast a weird light in the room and the deep red carpeting against the walls and floors create dark shadows in the corners where the light can't reach. Shadows that makes me feel unease. The bulb hangs crookedly high in the middle of the room. I can hardly see most of myself and my surroundings but I can tell there is no windows in this room. It is just me tied to a whore red carpet with pink satin ropes and my capture. He sits in the distance watching me with eyes that pierce through my clothing. From here I can see he has on a green t-shirt and a blue overall. I can't see much more with this poor lighting. I hope he has buttons on it and not a zipper. The longer it would take him to whip it out the better.
I instead am wearing a white top with a long white cotton skirt, when I left this morning I was told I look like an Angel. It was a lie. I may be covered but not wearing a bra under this top exposes my pink nipples and my thin cotton skirt really does little to hide the black thong I am wearing underneath. My shoes went missing when I was pulled into the van. They were black stilettos and expensive too. What the hell am I thinking? I need to get out...
"Stay back!" I screamed. I can't believe he is doing this to me. I want to cry but his approach stilled that thought. He comes closer and haunches before me. With a look that says stop struggling and give in. I don't want to give into him. He doesn't deserve me. After all he is just a poor commoner and I am daddy's princess. I am beautiful with black long curly hair and blue eyes. I love singing and playing the piano. I am a good girl and with a good reputation. For Christ sake, I am still a virgin and believe strongly in sex after marriage. But why does it have to be this way. He stretches his hand out towards my face and I pulled back. I want him to stay away but his cologne is intoxicating. I can smell it along with his sweat. He smells of masculinity and sex. My heart skipped a beat from the smell of him. His hands are warm against my cheek. He is moving his thumb back and forth brushing something away. I hadn't realize that I was crying but warm hands dried my tears quickly away.
"I love you..." he says with such meaning in his eyes but I don't believe him. He wouldn't have done this to me, if he did. His thumb slid along my cheek and towards my mouth and pushed past my lips touching my tongue. The act was so seductive but yet somber as I can taste the salt of my tears on his thumb. I want to be released so I began sucking on his thumb.
"No don't do that. I can't hold myself back from you." he whispered in a strained voice. It was so deep and low that it could have barley been heard.
"Do it...just do what you want with me and let it be over with!" I said with more tears sliding into my mouth.
I closed my eyes as he leaned in to kiss me. It wasn't an aggressive kiss. It was soft and purposeful. It was deep and seductive. Almost yielding and I nearly kissed him back. He felt my advances and pulled back. I must admit he is an attractive and handsome man. But he is a man. I can feel strength in his body as he slowly lean into my body. His chest heaves against my quivering breasts. Slowly he slid his hand down past my neck, along the side of my breast and towards my backside till he reached my feet. He grabs my skirt and hiked it up as far as he can. I struggle against him but I am to tired to give it my all. Instead I muttered to him, pleading for him to let me go and to not do this to me. He grabs my knees and pulls them vigorously apart . The force of the movement made me froze. I pushed harder into the soft carpeting. I turned my head away as he places his hands underneath and behind me against the wall. He leaned even more against me. That was when I felt the bulge against my belly. His overalls are buttoned but that was not what I was feeling. It was long and hard. It was being gyrated against my opening. I uttered a helpless moan. Which was answered by his own stifled in our kiss and more grinding against my crotch. I couldn't help it as the bulge open my vagina lips further and my spread legs made my thong stretched thin. I can feel bits of his overalls but more the bulge pressed firmly against my satin crotch. The sleek movements of his hips massage his length against my clit and opening. As I become wetter under his influences. I begin to feel his phallus pulse against my crotch. His tongue in my mouth took up the same rhythm and I was drowning in passion.
His actions was so raw and open. That it burned and making my body become sensitive. My senses became aware and alert. I was tuned into to his body and the feel of everything. The soft carpeting against my back and his warm body against my breast and belly. All of a sudden I wanted to feel more. "Your becoming wetter. I can feel it through my pants." he said into my mouth. Not wanting to break our kiss and the spell he was putting on me.
He grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me deeply and sensuously. Our tongues doing a dance of swans. As we tried to wrap the other around our own. I began to buck and move against his hard on. I wanted to feel more of him on me. "Do you want me..." he asked softly. His voice is so deep and scruffy. Just like his appearance, but his eyes are so green. I really do like their color.
"No." I said feebly. He pushed himself hard against me and my breath was caught deep in my throat. I felt my legs quiver and tense as my crotch pulse with passion. He pushed again and I moaned more in my chest. My body relaxed when he started to move his hands on my body. Touching me but not on my sensitive areas. The back of my knees, my belly, my back, my soul, my heart. I was drifting into his caresses. They weren't touching me but they where courting something.
