Leo
I listen to my brother tell me how fine he is, and I find myself actually tending to agree.
I was worried that Luke would be a fucking mess. Fortunately, he looks pretty good, all things considered. His eyes are bright, his skin is clear. If I didn’t know better, I’d say that he was the absolute picture of health. I guess that’s what a stint of even a few days away from the world can get you.
I hope the same is true for me. Coming out here felt like a chore at first, time away from pursuing my new favorite subject. Then I realized just because I’m forced to leave the city, doesn’t mean I have to leave my work behind as well. Some projects are easily transportable.
I say goodbye to Luke after a relatively short visit, and I go on my way.
I’ve bought a cabin not far from the rehab. It’s further up into the mountains. Would have been considered remote at one time, but there was the addition of easy satellite internet and the creep of civilization, and now the place gets marketed as ‘an easy two-hour drive to the nearest city.’
I pull up in front of my new country residence, get out, and open the trunk. I want to make sure my baggage didn’t shift too much while in transit.
I’m relieved to see that she’s still there, tucked up snugly next to my suitcase, still neatly bound with a dozen pretty knots that by now will have left light marks on her skin. She’s gagged, naturally. Can’t have the rear of the car shouting for help at every intersection.
“Good girl,” I say. “Good stay.”
I can see by the way her eyes flash she has a lot to say. I always enjoy this part. The begging is very enjoyable, but if a woman won’t beg right away, then the sass before the begging is also… enjoyable.
I take the gag out of her mouth.
“You’re crazy,” she says.
“Good,” I reply. “You noticed.”
“Where are we?” She lifts her head to try to look out of the trunk. She probably wants to see if there’s anyone she can call to for help. There isn’t.
“It doesn’t matter. For your purposes, we’re going into a little cabin I bought and you’re going to stay here with me, getting fucked and used over and over, until you tell me what happened to Teddy.”
“I don’t know!” She lies even as she exclaims.
At first, I sated my physical curiosity with her, but as further investigation progressed, Ella hasn’t managed to convince me she was nothing but an innocent bystander, a one-night stand or casual set of flings, or situationship, as the kids call their rudderless trysts these days.
I reach into the trunk and pull her out. The ropes make for easy hand holds. I carry her in one hand, my suitcase in the other. I put the case down to unlock the cabin door, then it’s back inside with both items.
The cabin is a pretty simple affair. One open plan living and bedroom area, and one bathroom. It’s cozy, but it’s not precisely palatial. I bought it furnished, so it has a western-style blanket in azure blue and sunrise pink on the king-sized bed. The frame comes right out of the industrial revolution. Solid wrought iron. Incredible work.
She lies on the bed, unable to move, helpless. My cock twitches at the sight of her. There’s something incredibly alluring about caught prey. Some say it’s the chase that’s the exciting part, but this… this is what all that work is for.
“How are you feeling?” I trail my fingers lightly over her cheek. She pretends to recoil, but I see the way her face flushes at my touch, and I know how she would have felt being carried around in her bindings like she was no more a person than my suitcase. It excited her. How could it not? I am stripping her ofeverything. I am going to take her down to her barest essence before I am done with her.
She doesn’t answer me. She’s trying to keep her self-possession. I intend to take that from her too.
My fingers slide from her face and move to her haunches. She was wearing a short little skirt when I tied her up, and it exposes her panties. White. Clean. Sweet. Lovely.
I rub my fingers over her sex. She’s known that she was bound like this, and therefore on display like this, but she hasn’t felt me touch her here, claim her in this particular way.
She lets out a strangled little sound that I know she doesn’t want me to hear. It warms my heart and brings a smile to my lips to hear her struggle internally against me.
“I think my little pet needs to feel a cock inside her,” I tell her. “I think that would help you understand your place here, settle you after your long car ride.”
“Fuck you,” she curses.
She doesn’t say no. I think if I left her there, where she is, and ignored her…
My cock gets even harder at that thought. Keeping her vulnerable and waiting for what she knows she deserves is a delicious idea. Fucking her right away would, in some way, put her out of her misery. I want to keep her in her misery. I’m almost certain she deserves it. And even if she doesn’t, I enjoy it.
Instead of cutting her panties off her and fucking that tight, wet pussy, I instead prop her up, go to the kitchen sink and get a glass of water. I come back to her and offer it. I can be accused of many things, but I do not want to be a poor host.
