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As Claire opened her eyes she wondered what weird alternate universe she had just awoken into. She started to get up, but found herself unable to move even a fraction of an inch.
“Wha-“ Claire started to say then
stopped when she realized that no sound was coming out. Her whole body was
sore. A hand touched my thigh causing her to recoil and put up her guard.
“You okay?” Said a dark sexy voice
near her. The hand crept up her inner thigh, sending chills up her spine. Jake positioned
himself directly over her, forcing Claire to look at him directly. Claire
looked at him with terrified eyes. “Shh.” Jake said soothingly. “I’m not going
to hurt you, I promise.” This did nothing to appease Claire’s fears. Jake bent
down and detached the ball gag gently.
“What are you doing to me?” Claire
asked, her voice shaking.
“What do you think I’m doing to
you?” Jake said looking at her intently.
“I don’t know, but I don’t like
it.” Claire said this empathetically, her face chalk-white.
“How do you know we haven’t even
started yet?” Jake said recklessly, grabbing Claire’s hips suggestively.
“Please, let’s not start then!”
Claire pleaded desperately trying to move away.
“Shh. I’m not going to hurt you.
Sex isn’t bad, you know.” Jake whispered into her ear.
“Yes it is!” Claire cried. “It’s
painful and demeaning and horrible!” Jake saw something on her face now that
had been less noticeable before terror. Not terror of trying something for
first time, but terror of trying something again.
“Shh. I will promise this to you
right now. We will play, but I won’t go in you until you ask.” Jake said
quietly.
“Pl-play?” Claire stammered her
terror and confusion evident.
“Yes.” Jake said. “Play.” He bent
down and nipped her clit, causing Claire to yank back as hard as she possibly
could.
“Stop! Please!” She begged.
“Shh. I’m not going to hurt you. I
Promise.” He said licking her clit skillfully.
“Stop! What do I have to do so that
you won’t touch me?” Claire cried.
“You don’t have to do anything,
just relax and let me take care of you.” Jake said darkly nipping lightly at
her clit.
“Please, please don’t hurt me.”
Claire begged quietly.
“I will never hurt you, unless you
want it.” Jake promised.
“Why would I want you to hurt me?”
Claire asked incredulously, momentarily distracted.
“It might happen, trust me.”
Smiling as she quieted down, he kissed her pussy as if he was kissing her
mouth. Thrusting his tongue in and exploring her thoroughly. “You’re so damn
sexy.” He mumbled into her, a liquid fire pooling inside her, begging for
release.
“Wait!” Claire screamed to herself
accusatorially. This wasn’t supposed to happen, she was supposed to maintain
complete control, yet SHE was the one chained to a bed.
“Please, stop!” Claire sputtered to
him, her face burning with embarrassment.
“You know you love it.” Jake said
sliding a finger into her and prodding bluntly.
“No don-HOLY CRAP!” She cried as
Jake fingered her. “Stop please!”
“Honey, I’m only getting started. I
have you booked for the whole weekend.” Jake said in a no-nonsense tone. “By
the time I’m done with you, you won’t be able to stand.” Claire looked at him
with terror.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
Claire asked her voice and body trembling with fright.
“Sweetheart by the time I’m done,
you’ll be screaming for mercy. I promise. No more talking, unless of course you
want me to use a gag.”
“Bu-yes, no gags.” She whispered,
mortified.
“Yes what?” Jake asked her sliding
another finger and scissoring her.
“Holy shit!” Claire cried out as he
scissored her. “What the hell?!”
“You aren’t to speak without my
permission, and if I let you talk, you will call me Master.” Jake told her
firmly.
Claire’s whole body shook as his
words sunk in. He scissored her wider this time, causing her to bite back a
scream. Slowly the sting faded, replaced by some form of pleasure. Relaxing
into the sheets she surrendered to whatever he had planned for her, after all
she really couldn’t do much else could she?
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