AVA
Sleep hadn't come at all. It evaded me, and no matter how much I tossed and turned, there was no way I could be at peace when I had just been kidnapped, had sex with my captor two times, and my whole body ached.
I didn't want to fall asleep. My brain kept telling me it wasn't safe, but I had to. I just had to. Tomorrow I will be stronger and I will know what to do. I'd find a way to escape, or so I thought.
My eyes fluttered closed, and I was being lulled to sleep by the sweet promises of freedom, escape.
I felt him before I saw him.
Bam!
Like a snake bite, my eyes flew open, my heart pounding erratically in my chest as I sat up, my body trembling like I had just been pulled out of cold water. I had been pulled out of cold water.
Fuck. I turned my head to see him looking at me with so much lust, something so deep that it was primal, and I shuddered. His eyes pinned me to the place as he practically pounced on me.
"Ah!" I yelped as he was on me before I could say anything, asking him what he was doing here. The latter would be stupid because he owned the place.
The next thing I heard was the sound of my underwear ripping, and he had mercilessly thrust into me without warning.
My hands clawed at him, desperate to push him off.
"Get off me! Let me go!" I shouted, using all my strength and might. "You fucking bastard stop this!" But my shouts only seemed to turn the fucker on. "I fucking hate you! You are a monster! A disgrace to all men!"
The insults didn't deter him, though. He continued. It was rough, driven by pure desire, but my body responded way too much. My legs wrapped around his waist, my hand fisted into his hair as he pumped into me like a mad raving dog that had been starving for days.
The pure want radiating of him made me want to give in, but I had to fight. I had to be strong. He would not take me.
As I was about to scream and scratch his devilishly handsome face, he hit a spot, and I couldn't help the moan that escaped from my lips. I could make out a tiny smirk from him.
I glared at him as he continued, steadier, but the energy didn't deplete one bit. I wanted to fight but gods…. I knew why people were addicted to it.
"Oh my god!" My words were breathy but high-pitched. My captor threw his head back in ecstasy, riding on the wave of pleasure.
"Fuck you feel so good. So tight…" he said, a tad bit strained. It took him effort.
I never thought I'd ever be turned on. That my sex would be so welcomed to this. I had never been sexually driven before, so my wanting him to go faster, wanting him to touch me, to brand me, muddled my brain.
I shouldn't like this. I shouldn't even want this, but it felt so good. I groaned, fingers tightening on his hair as I was about to orgasm. Fuck.
"Arrrrgh!" It tumbled out of me when I came with him still inside me.
My breathing was haggard, my hair a mess, and it felt as if I had run a 10-mile marathon race.
"Oh my…. I…" I began, but soft fingers stroked my bare thighs.
For the first time tonight, I looked at him. I would have fallen if I weren't tightly wrapped around him.
His stormy eyes were still clouded. I could feel his dick growing bigger inside of me and I stiffened in shock.
"You bastard!" I accused. What the fuck!?
He stroked his hands inside my bra, and my nipples stood up instantly. Usually, I didn't have very sensitive nipples. I wasn't sensitive to anything sexual at all. But his fingers made me quiver.
I made the pull out, legs sore as I tried to distance myself with a wince. "Don't… you can't possibly… not after…" Reasoning with this bastard would never work, still, I tried to. "I can't… we can't…"
He didn't even seem to hear me as he used his hands to spread my legs open. "Look at your pretty cunt. Already so wet for me. Practically calling me to fuck you. You want that, don't you?" He tilted his head to the side, and I gritted my teeth.
"I don't want anything from you!" I refuted.
The smile he gave was nothing short of psychotic.
He moved over to be on top of me, holding my legs just so around his hips so he could have the perfect access.
Soon, I was naked, at his mercy.
He ran his finger down my thigh, teasing me.
"Please…" I almost cried out in pain.
He moved down to my neck, biting me a little right below the bone of it, marking me for whatever reason but still managed to make my pussy jump with pleasure.
He kissed and sucked a bit lower, on a part of my neck and I inhaled sharply. The sound I let out was a whimper, a prayer, something, because he did it again.
His hands were on my bare breasts, and soon he was licking one nipple after the other with his tongue. He closed his mouth over my areola, creating a light suction, and then he flicked his tongue quickly back and forth, and I nearly came at just that.
I clung to him and tried not to mark his shoulders too much with my nails. He ground his cock into my slit while his mouth was on me, so hot it was like all of the sensation centered there and just radiated out.
I shouldn't want it. I shouldn't let him do this. He was just horny. I wanted the fact that I was just a pleasure thing to kick me into action. I would love it to, but my body seemed to have an entirely different thing planned.
I could hear every fiber of my being begging for more. I wanted him to fuck me again and I wasn't sure I could take it.
He loomed over me in total command now while I whimpered and waited for him to fill me up.
My captor watched, eyes scanning me like I was a puzzle. Seconds passed as he just did nothing for a while. For a moment, I thought he was going to stop.
It should make me happy. I was happy, but why did my heart sink? Before I could think any further he stroked the head of his cock over and around my clit once and then shoved up into me fast. I cried out and threw a leg over his hip as my second orgasm instantly hit.
I could feel my muscles contracting around him, bringing him in deeper as he thrust fast and hard. I whispered "oh yes, oh yes, oh fuck, yes," over and over and tried not to be too loud, but it was too much.
Keeping them in would have broken me. Fuck.
"Gods, I like it when you scream for me." He said with a manic grin, enjoying every moment of watching me squirm, and wanting this. I hated him so much. I wanted him to die but my cunt preached another story to him.
It was too hard and fast for finesse, and I was loving it that way. I pulled my leg up behind him higher while I clenched around him and used my other leg for leverage to swivel my hips into his with each thrust, letting him hit me as deeply as he could inside. It felt so good I came again, moisture surging around his thick cock while he still went, saying quietly,
"Fuck, Ava! So needy for me." He gritted out in his rough, low voice.
The pleasure was too much, and I needed to be grounded, so I ran my nails up to his shoulders and held on to them while he thrust so strongly into me. My fourth orgasm came on me like a wave just when he finally came with two big final thrusts into me.
I collapsed on the bed, our breathings intertwined and the only thing that could be heard in the quietness of the room, my muscles still throbbing around his quickly softening cock.
Four times. I didn't think it was possible or even normal, not like I would know because o had no sexual experience, but it didn't feel normal.
He, too, was breathing hard, staring at me with something akin to wonder.
It was all too much. My body whined like it had been hit by a truck, but I paid no mind as my head hit the pillow, my psychotic captor pulling out of me, slowly, savoring the feeling. Sick bastard. I thought bitterly as my eyes started to droop.
I needed to sleep. This time, sleep claimed me without a fuss, and I let it even as I heard something shutter.
I was just too tired to think about anything, so I let the darkness wash over me once and for all.