Her hands were cuffed above her head to what felt like a chain linked fence. Her legs were spread wide, each ankle cuffed to the fence as well. When she moved or pulled back cold metal sent chills down her spine.
She was completely exposed. Only her bra and panties in place.
As she tried her best to look around, she peered into total darkness, the silence surrounding her was so loud that she could hear her heart pumping against her chest.
Her blindfold was soft against her eyes and she thought perhaps it was lined with velvet.
Where was she? Who had taken her? And why? The last thing she remembered was simply going to sleep in her bed.
Suddenly she heard footsteps and her heart began to pound. The steps were strong, ready, and sounded closer and closer. Then stopped. She could feel someone. The heat from their body warmed hers as she caught gentle wisps of their breath. Clearly the person had been drinking black coffee and attempted to refresh their mouth with a mint.
Aware of the close proximity of their body to hers she shifted quickly trying to escape her cuffs. Her wrists and ankles began to swell from the force and friction.
Suddenly two hands cupped her face, one on each cheek. She moved to again trying to break free. The hands tightened to keep her face still. One hand moved to force her mouth open and a tongue plunged inside.
The hand kept mouth open as their tongues wrestled for control. Then the hand around her mouth slightly slipped and she bravely bit down on their tongue.
“Shit,” he yelled. It was a he but she didn’t recognize his voice.
Then he ripped off her bra and fully exposed her breast. As her breast spilled out of her bra she could feel her nipples begin to harden.
Slap.
The sting of his slap on her breast was sharp and painful.
Slap.
Her breasts began to warm up as blood started to pull into bruises under her skin
Her head yanked back as he pulled her hair and growled into her ear, “Do not bite me. If you bite me again your breast will bleed because I’ll use a stick to beat them, not my hand. Do you understand?”
Tears flew into her eyes. She was shocked into silence.
Slap.
“Do you understand bitch?” he repeated as he pulled her hair. She could feel his hot breath on her ears.
“Yes,” she said as tears began to stream down her cheeks. Her blindfold was now a soaked cloth.
“Yes,Sir,” he corrected.
She shivered and her body tensed. “Yes, Sir.” She said.
“Good girl,” he replied.
His grip on her relaxed. Her blindfold was adjusted. Then she felt him.
His hands covered her body methodically and slowly. He explored and nibbled at her nipples, rub and spanked her clit, and simply squeezed her ass.
He explored and devoured her body for what seemed like a lifetime. Using his mouth, teeth, and hands to touch and kiss every inch of her. Tears stained her cheeks. Her body was no longer hers. It was his and he was doing whatever he wanted with it.
He removed her panties and to her surprise she was dripping wet. He plunged his fingers into her wetness and mocked her intently.
“You wanted this, didn’t you baby?” He asked.
She remained silent. Her arms ached, from being above her head, her wrists were sore and rubbed raw, her ankles numb with pain.
He continued to plunge his fingers into her pussy. Whispering into her ears how badly he needed this and desired her for years. He kissed her face and neck as he used his hands to bring her to an uncomfortable and uncontrollable orgasm.
Her body tense from the pleasure and then slowly relaxed. Her head bowed forward and suddenly everything stopped.
She felt him kiss her forehead and slowly trace kisses along her neck. Suddenly her wrists and ankles were released and she collapsed into his arms.
A smile spread softly along her lips and she said, “Let’s do it again Sir.”
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