She storms back out… as she storms back in, she throws a bag of crisps at me and turns and storms out.
I just need her to come closer so I can grab her.
I give it another ten minutes or so.
“Vic… Vic… Vic… Vic… Vic… Vic… Vic… Vi—”
She storms into the room, but I’m right there, and I grab her in a bear hug and hold her against me while she thrashes a little. I hold her around her arms and chest so I don’t hurt her and whisper into her ear.
“Are you mad at me?”
“Fuck you!”
I carry her towards the bed, laying down gently with her. I slowly move my arms so I can grip hers when she punches me in the ribs, and I flop off her, dropping onto my back, coughing and gasping for breath. She grips my wrists and wraps the chains around them, wrapping around the headboard. She climbs back over me, and I buck up into her.
“Mad at you?” she snarls at me. “Why would I be mad at you?”
She’s straddling me, and I tug at the chain, but it yanks the collar and makes me cough. She slides herhand up around my throat and grins down at me. It’s a sadistic grin, and she looks terrifying. She grinds against me, and I grunt at the friction before bucking up to meet her again, only making her grind down more.
She slips her hand between us and grips my dick hard. I freeze. Her eyes sparkle at me, and the sinister look on her face tells me I’m not going to want to like this, but I don’t think I can help myself. I squeeze my eyes together, trying my hardest not to nut straight away. The feel of her hand wrapped around me makes me grunt as she slowly grips tighter, stroking me back and forth. She stands abruptly, yanking my bottoms down so my dick springs free, and she starts removing her clothes.
“Is this what you want?” she asks, sliding her hand down her body. “The mean kidnapper to take advantage of you?”
Is this what I want? To… I don’t know, to escape? Definitely not, to fuck her, maybe? I can’t decide.She’s naked in front of me, and I tug against the restraint.
She dips her fingers inside herself and groans, slipping them in her mouth, and I grunt and thrash.
She brings them up to my face and forces them into my mouth. “Do I taste as vile as you think I am?”
I groan. Fuck, she tastes so sweet, better than I ever imagined. I try to suck her fingers into me further and harder, desperate for more. She pops her fingers out and slides them down her breasts, rubs over my chest, and she leans up and licks across my lips. Nipping at my lip and grinding her pussy into my throbbing dick, I gasp out, and she licks the side of myface with one hand wrapped around my dick. She pushes it to her entrance, whispering into my ear.
“Do you want to know a secret?”
She licks up my face, and she slowly pushes my dick inside her. I groan at the sensation till she says.
“This isn’t the first time I’ve fucked you.”
And she sits upright, sliding her hand around my throat. She grins.
“Let’s see if you cum as hard this time?”
She grips my neck tight, and I gasp. My mind reels. What does she mean, she’s fucked me before? But she flicks a nipple as she rotates her hips, and I feel overwhelmed by the sensation, and the lack of oxygen is making me feel floaty while she rides me hard and fast. I gasp and stutter a breath as she slams onto me. My eyes roll, and she eases off, allowing me to gasp for air, which then makes me feel delirious. She’s fucked me before. I groan, as fuck, I’ve never felt like this before. Every nerve ending is tingling as I buck against her hold, gasping while she pins me down. She’s staring into my eyes, and just before I feel like I’m going to pass out, she releases her grip a little.
I gasp. She screams out. I feel her clench around me as she squeezes around my cock and my throat while she cums hard on my dick. She doesn’t slow as I fire inside her. I scream out till I’m hoarse as she rips an orgasm from me, and I cum harder than I ever have before. She doesn’t stop till she’s cumming on me again, and I gasp as she cuts off my air supply while she cums. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I almost lose consciousness, and then she’s gone. She climbs off me as I cough and gasp for breath. When I turn and look ather walking away from me, naked with my cum rolling down the inside of her thighs, she glances over and smirks at me.
“Get some rest. I’m gonna want to do that a whole lot more before I let you leave.”
I stutter out a breath, and as I gasp for air, my mind is all over the place. I am not okay… I am more than okay. I don’t know why, but that was the best experience I’ve ever had. I never knew sex could feel like that, and while I’m confused about the fact that she claims she’s already fucked me, I’m only disappointed that I don’t remember. I take a few deep breaths to calm my racing heart, unsure of where we go from here, but feeling like I am where I belong. I can’t ever see myself wanting to leave her now.
Vic
Chapter LII
Shit. I shouldn’t have lost control like that, and I certainly shouldn’t have told him I’ve fucked him before. I can’t say I’m not going to do it again, as fuck, that was even better than before, and I definitely don’t think he disliked it. If anything, he came harder, harder than he did in my mouth and harder than he did when I fucked him and definitely harder than he did when I wanked him off, so he can’t be mad, right? But then, why do I care if he’s mad? He’s my prisoner, and I need to keep it that way. That doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy him, because fuck, I enjoyed him. The fear in his eyes when he realised what I meant about fucking him, being chased away by the pleasure that filled his features as I came all over him. Then, that look of ecstasy as he came inside me. I would guess it was harder than he ever had before, given the look of confusion afterwards.
As I slip into the shower, I grin and pinch my nipple, sliding my hand down and groaning as I can feel his cum leaking out of me, and I gather it up and push it back in, fingering myself till I catch my clit and start to grind against my hand. I only flick a few times before I’m screaming his name again while I cum. My hand is covered, and I pull it to my mouth, lick and suck every bit of his cum from me, diving back in for more before I sag against the side of the shower gasping for breath. I wince at the realisation of my wound.
“Fuck, it’s oozing.”
