Authors note: This is the second part to my original story. Its a little more winded then the first half but I promise it is no where near finished and this part is basically setting the story up for more fun. I hope you have as much fun reading this story as I have had in writing it.
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When I came to I was nestled safely in my thick comforter. I sat up quickly when I remembered the details of the previous night's ordeal but all evidence that anything had happened were gone. My room looked the same as the day before and I couldn't help but wonder if it had all been a dream. I looked at the clock on my nightstand and too my horror I realized I was going to be late if I didn't get my ass moving. I ran to the bathroom and was astonished when I left my front door only ten minutes later.
My day at the hospital seemed to drag longer than usual. I got stuck in the clinic as a punishment for being late that morning which meant no surgeries. Lucky me! Note the sarcasm there. One of the nurses mentioned we were running low on some of our supplies but instead of sending her as I normally would I went for the stuff myself. I figured I could consider the ten minute reprieve from the clinic as a miniature vacation.
Once inside the rather spacious supply closet I heard someone open the door behind me. I didn't think to look up figuring it was a nurse or another doctor who came in for the same reason I did. Everything happened so fast I had no time to react. A hand clamped firmly over my mouth before I even thought to scream and another hand snaked across my stomach pulling me up against a hard body.
"Hello, my love. Did you miss me?" My attackers low and guttural voice whispered menacingly in my ear. I should have known last night wasn't a dream. His voice made fear seize my heart like one of Pavlov's dogs causing it to beat in an arrhythmic staccato. His face nuzzled my neck and I heard a long intake of breath through his nose as if he were trying to capture my scent. The knowledge sent a shiver of awareness down my spine and the heavy feeling of lust and fear made me dizzy. "Just so you know, you owe me for your little stunt last night." His grip tightened around my waist. "I own you now. You do as I say when I say and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it." Just to prove his point the arm that had been holding me up against him slid south of the border to take hold of the most feminine part of me. I jumped at the unexpected contact.
His sadistic laugh, now becoming familiar, put ice in my veins. My attacker seemed to have a twisted sense of humor when it came to tormenting me but the humor was lost somewhere in translation. I didn't think it was funny at all, I wanted to cry. His grip tightened on my pussy and his fingers started moving in a circular motion. To my horrified shock my body responded to him just as it had the night before. I moaned and reluctantly arched my back against my attacker. When his teeth grazed the nap of my neck my knees almost collapsed out from under me. My ass pressed in to his groin and I felt his erection straining to be released from it confines.
A liquid inferno swept through my body and need consumed me. I wanted him inside me more then I ever wanted anything in my life. I wanted to feel him stretching my tight passage as he savagely took me from behind. I wanted him to leave marks on my achy flesh from finger nails digging deep. I wanted to feel pain. I wanted to feel used. I wanted raw primal uninhibited by thought rip my cloths of and have your merry fucking way with me cave man style sex. My body shook with anticipation and any fear I felt before was gone in the wake of the hormonal fire blazing through my system. I honestly didn't think I could survive another minute without feeling him thrusting between my legs.
I snapped out of my temporary insanity when I heard the door open just as I let out another moan. Both of us tensed at the unexpected intrusion. "Oh... Um... sorry." The person said awkwardly and left. A different kind of heat took over, one of embarrassment. God I hope it was someone I didn't know. I thought to myself. A heart beat after the door clicked shut again my attackers hand left my aching pussy and wrapped itself around my neck. His fingers were pressed against my esophagus, I couldn't breathe but when I tried to struggle he pressed harder. I got the hint pretty quick and stopped moving.
His normally low and husky voice was just a whisper in my ear. "Remember whore, your mine. Break my rules and the consequences will be severe." With that said he let go of me and I dropped to the floor in a coughing fit gasping desperately for much needed air. When I finally got my breathing under control I sat down against the shelving and burst into tears. My whole body was shaking from the encounter. The tears were an unstoppable force caused by relief he didn't kill me, the humiliation of someone walking in like that, and the guilt and shame of knowing that I enjoyed the disturbing lust my attacker made me feel and by forcing a helplessness on me I had never felt before. Half of me was terrified I would run into him again the other half was excited at what he might do next. All of me thinks I have gone insane, especially the part of me that lost control when I let my hormones take over. My body was still wound tight from unsatisfied desires.
When the tears stopped falling I stood up on shaky legs determined to go back to work. Just because some ass hole wanted to "own" me as he put it didn't mean I was going to let him ruin my career. A career I might add that I've busted my ass for. I vehemently tried to wipe the evidence of my tears from my face and grabbed the forgotten supplies I had originally came in the stupid closet for in the first place. I made it back to the clinic before I stopped dead in my tracks realizing I had no idea what he meant by rules. What rules? How the hell was I suppose to follow them when I had no idea what they were in the first place.
