“What is that?” I whimper, feeling a prick in my upper right shoulder. “What have you done?” My words slur, the drug injected into me already taking effect.
“Shhh… go to sleep. The fun will begin soon.”
I open my eyes, noticing two things immediately. First, I’m lying naked on a bed, and second, the gentle rocking beneath me means I’m no longer on land. There is no blanket covering me, leaving me exposed.
Peering to the left, I find Art sitting in a chair, watching me—only a towel hiding his nakedness.
“Where have you taken me?”
“We’re still in Florida, but you’re on my yacht.”
“It’s against the law to drug and kidnap people.”
“We’ll talk later. Now, we fuck.”
Art stands, letting the towel fall to his feet. My cunt clenches involuntarily, wetting, preparing itself for his entry. In the middle of the ocean, there’s no escaping him. I’m his prisoner. No one will hear my screams for mercy. I’m in mortal danger, yet my mouth waters, remembering his wild fucking and yearning for another taste of him. Only he can quench my thirst. The lustful glint in his eyes and feral expression unnerve me. They hold a promise of pain and pleasure. He’ll smash the brick wall I built to pieces and I’m powerless to stop him, but I refuse to lie down and take it. Bring on the rain and the fucking thunder. It’s about to be World War III in this motherfucker.
I roll to my stomach, planning to dart across the bed and run from the cabin. To where? No clue, I haven’t thought that far ahead. Art grabs my ankles, roughly flips me over, and drags me towards him. He descends to his knees beside the low bed.
“No!” I twist and squirm, aiming to sever his hold.
He propels forward, violently ramming into my tight channel. We shudder, electricity flowing from him into me, rendering us both breathless.
“If you didn’t want me between your legs, your pussy wouldn’t have yielded so easily or be so warm and welcoming,” he murmurs. “It gobbled my dick up, inviting Daddy home for an extended stay.”
“Fuck you.” My pride halts me from surrendering to the inevitable. I strike out, but Art restrains my right wrist while using his free hand to squeeze my throat.
I utilize my unsecured hand to decorate his skin in lacerations, but he’s not fazed. He has his prize and will not be deterred from claiming it. He begins moving, ruthlessly hammering between my thighs, bordering on barbaric. I wrap my legs around his waist, because fuck it, he’s won. Shamelessly, I offer his victory on a silver platter, admitting failure. Art jerks me upwards, putting us face-to-face. I place my feet on the floor, spreading my legs wider. This position allows for more movement and I use it to my advantage. I peer into his eyes while circling my hips, meeting his soul-shattering thrusts. The sounds of sex invade my senses, thumping to the beat of my heart. He seizes the back of my head and jaw in a bruising hold.
“If you ever think to deny me again, I’ll tie your ass to the fucking bed and that’s where you’ll stay,” he snarls against my mouth.
Our lips connect and we feast on each other’s tongues—sucking, nipping, and biting. I cling to him, afraid if I lose my grip I’ll be shaken, torn, battered, and severed in half. He bellows at the same time I disintegrate into a million pieces.
“I’m going to fuck you all night,” he says, hardening again.
When he’s done, I’ll need painkillers and stitches.
It’s almost five o’clock and Cin hasn’t stirred once. I checked on her twice to ensure she was breathing. She has yet to recover from our fuck fest. During the night I became a mindless animal, void of emotion except for the driving need to come inside the depths of her cunt over and over again. Yeah, I tore her ass up, and she’s getting the same treatment tonight. She begged me to stop repeatedly, but her pleas fell on deaf ears as I continued to ferociously pulverize her pussy. Her cries spurred me on, increasing my savagery. The sounds of sex make the best fucking harmony. Cin lay defenseless while I gorged myself on her body, but she made sure I wasn’t left unscathed. My face, arms, and chest are covered in scratches. One would think I had an unfortunate altercation with an angry alley cat. We found slumber just as the sun brightened the sky. I’m nowhere near close to being finished with her. I have almost three weeks’ worth of fucking to catch up on. For now, I’ll let her rest so she can replenish her energy.
I reacted swiftly after receiving intel from Logan that Cin did not leave for North Carolina. The perfect opportunity to steal her away presented itself, and I wasn’t going to miss it. My yacht was the best place to bring her. She can’t run away or attract attention for help. The drug worked fast, putting her to sleep in seconds. I packed her a small bag and was ready to go in under ten minutes. Getting Cin out of the house was the tricky part. A man carrying an unconscious woman would arouse anyone’s suspicions. To avoid having the police on my ass, I recruited Logan to be the lookout. He had reservations until zeros were added to his check. Then committing a felony became okay, but he wanted assurances I wouldn’t murder her. I tried to alleviate his fears by telling him the only thing I planned on murdering was her pussy, but my declaration had the opposite effect and increased his trepidation. He even called earlier to confirm she’s alive.
After waking, I went on deck for fresh air and exercise before showering. Land is visible in the distance but far enough away that attempting to swim it would be a death sentence. I’m at the booth-like table, playing solitaire to keep from boredom. Cin will be famished when she wakes. With that thought in mind, I undertake the task of starting dinner. How hard could it be to prepare a simple meal? More complicated than I assumed, I discover a half hour later. The fish is chewy and tough. Shit, I should’ve left the cooking to Cin. The salad will have to suffice unless she cooks something to pair with it. I can’t risk trying my luck again. Food is scarce since I didn’t have adequate time to grocery shop for our staycation. I hear movement in the cabin. The reason for—or maybe she’s the bane of—my existence, has risen. She’s going to come out guns blazing. Outwardly, I maintain a calm persona, but inwardly I rejoice for the next round of Fuck Cin. I walk back over to the table and resume playing solitaire.
I come to, discombobulated and sore. Art fucked me endlessly, a machine focused on annihilation. He brutalized my body, not affording me one moment’s respite. Any more of this and I’ll need physical therapy. Hours or days might have passed. I’m not sure which. I don’t recall falling asleep. Moving to a sitting position takes considerable effort. I rub my gritty eyes and glance around the spacious cabin before leaving the bed, cautiously standing on feeble legs. The engagement ring once again adorns my finger. I limp to the bathroom, desperately needing to empty my bladder. I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror and I’m horrified by what I see. Wild hair, black splotches dotting my cream-colored skin, and dark circles under my eyes—I resemble a zombie. Vivid images from last night permeate my mind, taking center stage. My pussy clenches as I remember screams, grunts, sweaty entangled limbs, and soaked sheets. I touch between my thighs, feeling the stickiness of his dried cum. After relieving myself, I walk back into the room and grab the sheet to hide my nakedness. I open the door, but Art’s head remains bent, pretending to be engrossed in his game.
“Look at me, you coldhearted snake!” I yell.
His gaze travels languidly up my body until our eyes meet. “Oh, you’re awake.” He smiles, showing perfect white teeth. “Did you sleep well?”
“You can’t keep me here against my will.”
“I cooked dinner for you.”
“My mom and Anneli are going to worry when they don’t hear from me.”
“I have your cell and took the liberty of sending them texts on your behalf.” His smug expression boils my blood. “They’re expecting a call soon. I’m sure you’ll behave and not ruin their trip by telling them about your current situation, but to play it safe the speaker will be on during the conversation.”
“You’re going to keep me here until they come back, then what?”
