Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty Five
Teresa
I'm lying on the bed of my kidnapper, naked, with a plug in my ass and my legs spread wide, while he slowly strokes his cock, coating it in oil.
This is not me. This is not the person I am. I am a professional. A doctor. I am in control.
Except I'm not. I'm not in control of anything. Not my body, not my mind, and certainly not the man who is currently looking at me like I'm his last meal.
But the strangest part is... I don't want to be.
I want this. I want him. I want to be at his mercy.
Maybe I need therapy too, but I don't let myself dwell on that too long.
Not when his cock is right there, so hard, so thick, so perfect. Not when the plug in my ass is starting to feel like it's just not enough.
Not when he's looking at me like he's about to ruin me.
And how much I want him to.
He finally releases himself, and I have to bite back a gasp. He's long, thick, with veins that ridge around his length.
I want him inside me. All of him. In every way possible.
"What are you thinking about?" he asks.
"I'm thinking about how big you are," I admit, my cheeks flushing. The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them.
He chuckles, a low sound that sends a shiver down my spine. "You can handle it."
"I don't know," I say, and it's the truth. I'm not sure I can. "I've never..." My voice dies out in sudden shyness.
"I know," he says gently. "I'll go slow." Then he pins me with his gaze. "But it is happening. And you're going to love it."
My mouth goes dry, and my heart hammers against my ribs.
He kneels between my legs and reaches for the plug again, turning it slightly. A jolt of pleasure shoots through me, and I gasp.
"Do you like that?" he asks.
"Yes," I pant, my hips rocking against his hand.
“I got these toys just for you,” he says, still teasing me. “After last time, I had a feeling you’d like being my dirty girl. But I didn't think you’d take to it so well.” He pushes the plug in a little deeper. "So responsive."
I can feel my clit throb. I'm going to have a full-body orgasm right here. Right now.
Something about the idea of him having these toys delivered just for me on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere is incredibly hot. The planning. The intention.
"What else did you get for me?" I whisper.
"A few things," he says, a slow, devious smile spreading across his face. "But this is enough for today. Don't you think? Baby steps."
Before I can answer, he gently pulls the plug out, and I feel a sudden, surprising emptiness. But before I can protest, he's pushing it back in, slow and deep.
I cry out, my back arching off the bed.
He does it again, fucking me with the plug, stretching me, preparing me for what's to come. My pussy clenches in a desperate, hungry spasm that makes me ache for more.
He pulls the plug out and sets it aside.
My head is spinning, my body a quivering mass of raw, exposed nerve endings.
Then he picks up my legs and pushes my knees back, spreading me even wider. "Hold them open for me," he commands.
My hands are shaking as I wrap them around the backs of my knees, pulling them toward my chest. The position is incredibly vulnerable, incredibly exposing.
He runs a finger down the crack of my ass, circling my puckered hole. I gasp, my body tensing with anticipation.
He pours a generous amount of oil onto my ass, the liquid cool and slick. He rubs more onto the head of his dick as he asks, "Are you ready?"
I nod, my mind a blank slate, unable to form a coherent thought.
Terrified.
Eager.
He positions himself, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. He's bigger than the plug, a lot bigger, and a wave of panic washes over me.
"Breathe," he murmurs.
I try to obey, but my body is tight with tension and fear.
He pushes forward, but my body resists.
"Don't fight it," he says, his voice soothing. "Let me in."
I take a deep breath and force myself to relax, to yield to him.
He pushes again, but the moment his cock touches the entrance, I clamp up again. It’s a reflex I can’t control.
He leans forward and covers my body with his, his mouth finding mine. He kisses me. It's a slow, deep, drugging kiss that tastes of champagne and desire.
Lightheaded, I murmur against his lips and pull him closer, wrapping an arm around him.
His clever fingers dip between my folds to my clit, making my hips jerk, then settle into his touch. He rubs it in slow, lazy circles, sending sparks of pleasure through my body.
"Always so wet for me," he murmurs against my lips.
The combination of his intoxicating kisses, his expert touch, and the heady scent of him is too much for my senses to handle. The tension drains out of my body, and I'm left floating in a sea of pure sensation. My legs relax as I melt bonelessly into the bed.
That's when he pushes.
My body surrenders, and the head of his cock breaches my tight ring of muscle.
A cry escapes my lips, a pained gasp of surprise and discomfort.
My body tries to stiffen and fight the intrusion, but he doesn't let me. He holds still, letting me adjust to the feeling, to the strange, unfamiliar fullness.
"Shhh," he soothes, nibbling on my lips. "Just breathe. The worst part is over."
The stretch is intense, a burning pain that's on the verge of being too much. I writhe and struggle, helpless against the feeling of being so full, so stretched.
"God," I pant. "God, you're so big." The words come out as a strangled sob, but I can't help it. He feels enormous. An unyielding pressure forcing me open.
"But you can take it," he says, his voice low and sure. "I know you can."
My eyes bulge open, and I tense more, causing my ass to clench down on him, making the pain even more acute.
"All?" I cry out incredulously.
The smug bastard chuckles in my ear. "No, not all." I feel the amusement rumbling in his chest. “Just a taste this first time.”
I have a feeling that my calling him big so often is feeding his already inflated ego.
But the relief of his words is so profound, I can't even be annoyed at his smug attitude. I sag into the mattress, my body relaxing.
He takes the opportunity to push a little deeper.
A long, drawn-out moan escapes me. The pain is still there, a dull, throbbing ache. But there's something else now. A strange, dark pleasure that's starting to bloom beneath the surface of the pain.
He's watching me, his dark eyes intense, studying my every reaction. I see the lust in his eyes, the desire to push into me, take me.
It's hard to think about the fact that he's not feeling the same thing I am. For him, his agony comes from the fact that he has to be so restrained, so in control, that he has to restrict himself to thrusts so small, he might not be moving at all.
But I can see the raw need in his eyes. The hunger.
And one more thing: concern. He's not just taking what he wants. As much as he's enjoyed making me uncomfortable, and even the pain that came with brutally fucking me earlier, this is different.
This is the kind of thing that could cause real pain, real damage.
He wants this, but not at my expense.
I realize that I want it to. That I want this dark, depraved intimacy.
The thought is so shocking, so foreign to everything I thought I knew about myself, that it takes my breath away.
I am not the person I thought I was.
"Doing okay?" His voice is low and gentle.
I nod, my throat too tight to speak.
I look up at him, at the hard, determined set of his jaw, at the dark, burning desire in his eyes. And I know, with a certainty that scares the hell out of me, that I trust him.
I trust him not to hurt me. Not really.
I trust him to push my boundaries, to test my limits, to show me a side of myself I never knew existed.
And I trust him to bring me back to the other side when we're done.
"More," I whisper. "I want more."
He doesn't bother to ask if I'm sure. He can see it in my eyes.
He pushes again, a couple of inches more that bring both agony and ecstasy. My body stretches to accommodate him, a strange, unfamiliar fullness that's both overwhelming and intoxicating.
"Relax," he repeats soothingly.
But this is the part I wasn't ready for. I didn't know that I would have to actively relax and make a conscious choice to welcome this foreign invasion into my body.
I have to actively force my body to accept him. To let go.
I take a deep breath, then another, forcing my body to yield.
And when I do, he pushes in again, just a little more.
A choked sob escapes my lips, a mixture of pain and pleasure so intense it's almost unbearable.
"Oh my God," I cry out. "Oh, my God." The words are torn from my throat.
My hands are clutching at his arms, my nails digging into his skin, but I'm not trying to push him away. I'm holding on, anchoring myself to him as he rocks my world.
"You're so fucking tight," he groans, moving now in slow, shallow thrusts that are designed to loosen me up, to get me used to the feel of him inside me. Each thrust sends a jolt of pleasure-pain through my body, a dark, delicious ache that makes my toes curl.
My body is starting to adjust, to accept him. The pain is fading, replaced by a deep, throbbing pleasure that builds with every thrust.
He reaches between us, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing it slowly. The dual sensations are overwhelming, a pleasure so intense it's almost painful.
I'm so full. I feel like I'm being split in two, but there's a part of me that's reveling in it. I've never felt more alive in my entire life.
"That's it," he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. "You're taking me so well."
His praise sends a fresh wave of heat through me, and my hips rock against his, meeting his shallow thrusts.
Without warning, he pushes in a little deeper on the next thrust, and I cry out, my back arching off the bed.
"God," I pant. "God, I'm so full."