The room is dark as I walk in, cautious of anything out of the ordinary. I scan the darkness straining to see one shred of light in this endless maze of confusion. Nothing but pure darkness encases the room. I turn aware of a new feeling now present behind me and smack into a warm figure. My hands trace up and down the figure, the feeling of skin is enough to convince me it's human. I feel as if a heavy weight has been placed on my head when I realize it's a hand much larger and warmer than my own. The figure cackles above me sending a spine-tingling chill through my body. I stare at the dark figure in front of me as the hand that was once on my head is now resting on my right arm. The grip of the hand is gentle yet strong and makes me feel uneasy.
"I see you," the figure above me speaks, "I'm not going to bite... unless you want me to," he laughs an evil growl in his chest.
My lips part in an attempt to produce any sort of sound only to my luck, nothing but air escapes. The face of a man becomes somewhat visible, I feel him moving closer, his eyes a dark black are clearer. I pull my body a few inches away only to be pulled back flat against his body. His skin is soft against my face, and he smells of spice and the ocean. He reminds me of someone I used to know only now it's hard to think with him so close. I close my eyes and wrap my small frail arms around him in acceptance of this unexpected hug. I feel his tense body relax under my touch which makes me smile in a way I haven't in quite some time.
It feels like ages as we stand here holding one another but I can't bring myself to let go of him. He breaks the hug by pulling me up into his arms holding me tightly against him. My head fits perfectly between his shoulder and neck, "I assume you're comfortable," his breath is warm against my hairline. I don't budge, afraid he might drop me, as we move across the dark room.
The warmth of his body is replaced with the soft and cold feel of sheets. I feel around for a blanket and quickly pull them on me. The bed shifts on the left side as he sits on the edge, "Would you like some light or do you prefer the dark," I can hear a chuckle in his words, "Because honestly I like to see what it is I'm doing."
"Well yes I would like some light so I can see exactly who it is I'm talking to," a click from beside the bed makes me blink as the room floods with light. In front of me a plasma T.V. is sitting on top of a mahogany dresser. The walls are grey with pinstripes giving the room a classier kind of style. I scan the room taking careful note of where the bedroom doors are. A cough from beside me makes me jump and I remember I'm not alone.
Turning my head towards this mystery man I can feel the tension building inside me. His eyes catch my full attention, the dark black I saw before is even more captivating. His hair is in a ruffled mess and his chest is bare showing his fully toned body. He doesn't move which starts to bother me and I shift onto my knees letting the blankets fall off my body.
"Are you going to just stare at me or say something?" His lips move so softly that I barely realize it's him that says it. I slowly turn towards him, my dress ruffling to my side showing more of my thighs. He reaches towards me and grasps the back of my hair pulling me quickly onto his lap. He brushes the hair out of my face, I look at him in a daze and see a huge grin pasted across his face.
"Wow you look so good in my lap," his breath is warm on my ear. I sit too stunned to move or breathe for that matter. He wraps his arms around my waist pulling me closer till it almost feels like we become one. I find it hard to catch my breath and realize it's because his hand is now around my neck and he's squeezing hard. I frantically grab; one hand on his wrist and the other pushing against his chest. He chuckles and lifts me with his other hand tossing me onto the bed.
"I'm not going to hurt you. So long as you do as you're told." His hands were already reaching for the top drawer of the side table. He pulls out a pair of cuffs and a blindfold. I feel a chill go down my spine and slowly start to back up. He laughs a deep growl escaping from deep inside.
"I don't understand, I don't know you. I don't even know how I got here." I can hear the quiver in my voice. He slowly starts to crawl towards me and smirks when I reach the edge.
"No need to worry, we're just going to play a couple games. You just need to trust me. If you don't, it won't be as fun for you." He grabs my legs snatching them from underneath me causing a loud gasp to escape. I struggle but he manages to straddle me, pinning my hands above my head. His hands are rough and suddenly I feel a strange coldness against my skin.
"There we go," he pulls them in front of me and places them against his bulge. I find myself in shock not sure what to do or how to act. He leans down and places his lips on my neck. I sigh with relief before noticing I can feel his teeth pressing down. I moan without thinking and he lifts up looking me in the eyes, "I see this is going to go well for both of us."
"I…I didn't mean to," He shakes his head and pulls a box cutter from his back pocket. "What are you doing?!" I half scream.
He places it on the end of my shirt and slides it slowly up till it rips through the collar. Another sigh escapes my lips, and he slides down my legs, my waist and hips now perfectly in eyesight. He reaches behind himself replacing the boxcutter. His hands now find their way to my waist and trace down to my hips landing on the button of my shorts.
"I think we can lose these, don't you?" His eyes are now filled with hunger, and I can feel my fear rise. He slides off the bed, his hands still tightly wrapped around each of my ankles. My chest gets heavy and then I find myself flying forward. He spreads my legs and grabs the rim of my shorts practically ripping them off. The surprise is clear on my face, and he groans deeply, his eyes now glued to my pussy.
"You look so delicious. I just want a little taste really quick." He repositions himself so he has one hand free and places a finger against the opening before gently pushing inside. He growls again, this one more excited sounding. He strokes my g spot perfectly causing a wave to wash over me. He lifts his finger and places it in his mouth.
"Mmm, you taste so sweet, almost like honey." I feel myself fighting off a sense of excitement. I can't let this happen, can I?
"Um, can I know your name please? It would help me feel a lot safer knowing you. Maybe you could let my hands free, and we can do it without all the restraints?" I smile weakly hoping my words sound sincere enough.
He runs his fingers over my lips and shakes his head. "You can call me whatever you want. I don't care what you call me; it makes no difference pound cake."
I take in a deep breath feeling his finger at my opening again this time it feels like two and my body tenses, "I've never." I stop suddenly as he slams his fingers inside me curling them against my spot again. I moan loudly a distorted fuck following after.
"You're so tight and wet. I knew you'd enjoy this." He starts stroking slowly at first but increasing steadily. His thumb finds my clit and he start gently rubbing it in circles. I can't fight the pleasure, and my body relaxes as my knees pull towards each other. He stops them with his other hand and slides in, up, and around to my bottom pulling me closer till my bottom was pressing against his covered dick. I can hardly focus as he continues playing with me. His cock throbs against me and I find myself pressing further into him moaning louder.
"That's a good girl. Cum for me!" He speeds up and I feel an orgasm wash over me making me gasp loudly. He continues getting faster, "Oh you can do better than that pound cake. Really cum for me or we're going to keep going till you get it right." His voice was deeper now, sending a chill through me.
I feel another orgasm start to come and my body tightens, "Ple…Please I can't."
"Oh, I know you can, I've seen you play with yourself. You're such a naughty naughty girl." He presses his dick harder against me and I scream both pleasure and pain. He stops and pulls his fingers up to his lips, licking them clean. "I swear you really are so good I need a better taste."
He climbs back on the bed grabbing my hands and pulls me to the head of the bed. He places my hands over a notched spot and locks them in place. His eyes trace down my body as he places himself at my feet, spreading my legs apart and pulling me up towards his face. He opens his mouth, his tongue placed against my clit. He circles it gently, sending shocks through my body. His tongue slides down finding my opening and presses his tongue inside my pussy. The sudden warmth and softness startles me. I've never done this before it felt so good but it hurts now. He licks slowly, taking care not to touch my clit again.
"Oh you taste even better straight from the pot. I don't want to hurt you so we can take a moment. I need to grab something really quick." He leaves the room and I frantically start trying to release my hands with no success. I can hear him shuffling in the other room and know I don't have much longer before he returns. I look around trying to figure out a way out so when I get the chance I can just go.
He returns a bag full of items.
I can barely keep my eyes open and start to doze my body feeling weak. I wake to him climbing onto the bed with a remote and what looks to be panties with a dildo attached. I stare, fear building inside. He chuckles and growls again pulling my legs up. He begins to slide the panties up my legs and gently pushes the dildo inside me making sure to place the vibrator against my clit.
"Now I think you'll enjoy this but we have a few other things first." He pulls a nightie out and unlocks my hand releasing from one cuff and places the gown over my head and arms. Before relocking me. He helps me to the edge of the bed and to stand. The gown falls over my body and dangles at my ankles. It's white, silky, and smells sweet. He leads me to the middle of the room and motions for me to kneel. He still holds my hands and I sit unsure of what else to do.
"You look so beautiful from up here pound cake. I'm going to let your hands go and I want you to just use your mouth, understand?" He lets my hands go and they drop to my lap. I look up at him, his hands now on his pants. He slides the belt off with a loud snap at the end making me jump. He laughs, continuing to unbutton and unzip himself. He reaches in and pulls out a cock bigger than I've ever seen. I start to panic, not sure how to handle the new circumstances.
I stay seated and shake my head. He reaches toward me and I fall backwards hitting my head on the carpeted floor. He looks at me and smiles, making me catch my breath. His hands pull me back on my knees and he places a hand on the back of my head.
"Now where do you think you're going?" he grabs a handful of hair pulling me towards him. "I told you to do something. Don't be a brat." He leans down almost whispering. I slightly whimper and sit more upright. He grins and pulls my face closer to his now exposed dick.
"Open up pound cake, and stick your tongue out." I close my eyes and open my mouth. The feeling is weird, this isn't something I've done before. He feels larger as he pushes the head inside, making my mouth stretch. I groan at the new pain in my lips and he moans pushing more inside. I start to feel myself gag and try to hold it back.
"That's it babydoll. Just relax your throat and you can take it all." I try to relax thinking of anywhere but here. He growls and starts thrusting. "Oh god yes, you're such a good girl. I can't wait to fuck that delicious pussy of yours." He pushes me backwards and drops his slacks. I look at him in a daze not sure what he's going to do next. He straddles me and crouches, he then quickly pulls the panties off of me. The feeling of the dildo being pulled out makes me moan loudly.
"Like I said I can't wait," he grabs my legs and begins to throw them over his shoulders. I try to get away and start kicking at him. He grabs my legs again this time wrangling them under one arm and using the other to hold my hands above my head. He takes in a deep breath and his eyes roll as he releases a low growl.
"How intoxicating you are. I've been waiting so long for this." He straddles me, his knees on either side of my legs. "Now we're going to try this again, and you're going to be such a good girl for me okay. I don't want to tie you down, that wouldn't be very fun." He places my legs over his shoulders again, still holding my hands in place. I can feel the tip of his cock pressing against my opening and my body betrays me. I can tell how wet I get, and he smiles, so can he.
He presses pushing the head in and his grip tightens. I close my eyes and imagine this isn't happening but am pulled back when he hits my cervix.
"Ow, fuck that hurt," my eyes fly open tears filling them.
He looks at me with a blank face, "Oh you poor," he slams into me, "thing. Now watch your language little lolli." Causing me to clench my body. He growls deep in his chest, making my pussy throb. I moan quietly and he places his hand on my throat.
"See I knew you'd like it." he squeezes my throat tighter and proceeds to continue slamming in and out of me. I feel a warmth start in my belly and slowly spread through me.
"Please, why me?" I ask, tears flowing down my cheeks. He stops and looks over at the bed, a grin now forming on his lips. "Please just stop." I close my eyes and bite my lip.
He pulls out and quickly jumps up, "How about we try something else. I think you just haven't figured out what you want." My eyes open and I quickly look around to find him. He is standing by the end of the bed and then walks towards what I assume to be a closet. He returns a few minutes later with a large mirror in his hands. He walks to the dresser and places it in front of the tv adjusting as he looks back and forth from the bed. When he finishes, he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. He then tosses me onto the bed and climbs on right after. He unlocks my hand and attaches the empty cuff to the end of the bed. He then cuffs my other hand and attaches it as well. I stare at the bed not sure what to do. I feel his hands slide around my hips and he lifts me up into a more balanced position.
"Look up pound cake." I continue to look down. His hand grips my hair, and he lifts my head to look at him in the mirror. "Look how beautiful you look." His hand releases my hair, and I see him much clearer than before. He has this look on his face when he looks at me that makes me uneasy but also wet. I watch his hands hover over my ass as he stares. He looks almost hungry in a way, and I find myself needing his touch. He sits up onto his knees placing himself behind me, his dick placed against my asshole. My eyes widen and he laughs and sits down on his knees, his face now closer to my pussy.
"You know before I fuck you senseless, I want another taste." I feel a soft and warmness that I can only assume is his tongue. He laps up and down pressing his tongue in every now and then. I can feel myself getting close when he pulls away. "So, fucking good. I bet you can't wait to have me back inside you; can you pound cake?"
My face looks different. I'm not sure if I don't want this. My body is starting to ache from not finishing, but I can't let myself. He locks eyes with me, and I feel his finger start to trace around my clit. A low moan purrs out of my throat, and he presses himself back up against my opening. His eyes never leave mine as he presses inside me. It feels so good being stretched like this. I can't hold on for much longer.
He grips my hip with one hand and runs his other over my bottom. I stare watching as he reaches behind himself and turns back with what looks like another toy. This one is silver with a wide base that looks funny.
He reaches around towards my face, "Open your mouth." I shake my head, and he grunts in frustration. His other hand grabs my lower jaw and manages to get my mouth open. He slides what I can now tell is a metal buttplug into my mouth. It feels smooth and fills my mouth completely. He smiles and pulls it out quickly placing the tip against my asshole.
I shake my head, "No please please please. I'll be good, I'll listen, I've never done anything like this before, please!" He presses it slowly and I feel his dick press more in. The distraction of him stretching both of my holes makes the experience not as awful as expected. A pop and then the pain starts to subside. The feeling is different and intense, causing another moan to purr out of my throat and he grins.
"Atta girl, see you're starting to enjoy yourself," he presses himself completely inside me. The feeling is amazing, and the toy is making me even wetter. He closes his eyes and moans. I can feel him throbbing inside me and I pull my hips away and slide back. He grips my hips, his fingers digging into my skin, and slowly opens his eyes looking at me again. I bite my lip and wait to see his reaction. He slowly starts moving his hips thrusting faster and faster. My eyes start to roll, and I moan loudly.
"Don't stop, please don't." My breathing starts to speed up and I feel him and myself getting close. He reaches up and grabs a handful of my hair and tugs. He slams into me and I feel my orgasm wash over me.
"OH FUCK!" I scream as I feel his cum pouring out of me
He climbs off the bed and walks between me and the mirror looking at me, "You did so good I'm going to let you relax for a bit before we do anything else."