Chapter 1 #2
"I never said you could come. You have to earn it."
I tossed my head back, breathing heavily. Tears streamed down my face out of frustration, and the deranged bastard licked them off. As he adjusted my restraints, it felt as though blood circulation around my wrists had halted.
He flipped me over, positioning me face down in the sheets.
"We are not done here."
My face was buried in the sheets. It muffled my breathing. My ass was in the air, all in his face, and I was so sure he could see my glistening pussy from this position.
I shuddered, electricity sprouting on my skin when he reached beneath me to cup my sensitive breasts.
"Do they hurt?" He twisted a nipple.
I moaned, soiling the sheets with my saliva.
"You are such a needy slut." My body was still sore and trembling from the pent-up release. I felt full without even having anything inside me.
"Do you know what I’m going to do to you now?" The cuffs around my wrists and legs clicked open.
I furrowed my brows. My hands were snatched behind me, and he tied them up. My heart pounded against my rib cage because I had a feeling that whatever he was about to do to me, I was going to be munching on the sheets like a bag of chips.
Something cold, dangerous enough to make my nipples harden, and caused beads of sweat to trickle down my spine.
I tried to discern what it was, but he grabbed my hair, fisting it, and pressed my face into the mattress.
"I'm going to fuck you with this, and you will scream for me." My heart leaped into my chest.
The object scaled down my back, teasing my butt hole, and I groaned at the intrusion.
"Is…is that a pistol?" I took a wild guess.
"Good girl." He sounded impressed. "You'd love to be fucked with this, won't you?"
My words were crushed in my throat when he glided the barrel of the gun up and down my pussy. My whimper was deep-throated, and I buried my face into the pillow like I was trying to run from it—from him.
"Ohhh…"
"You love that?"
"Yes, ugh, yes!"
The tip parted my moist folds, teasing my clit enough to make me wiggle and thrash against his predatory hold. The cool metal slid over my clit, horror and excitement slashing through me at the thought of having a dangerous weapon that took life intruding my body.
It was as terrific as it was exciting.
"Breathe for me, baby. I'm going to need you to relax. You can take it," he cooed, patting my hair.
I drew in a long breath and slowly puffed it out. The tip was thrust slowly into me, and I felt my throat close up. It was both foreign and thrilling. My toes curled, and I scratched at the covers as he yanked it out of me before plunging it back in.
"Fuck!" The mattress stuffed in my face swallowed up my moans.
I could feel my arousal coating the tip as it went in and out of me, making sultry, sloppy sounds. The pain stretched me beyond my limits, and the pleasure was there to dull it, consuming me as a whole. It was a paradox of feelings, the most intense thing I had ever felt in my life.
"Just when I thought you couldn't get wetter." He stroked my hair before pressing my face harder into the mattress, heightening his pace this time around, tainting me until I was sobbing into the mattress and begging for release.
It was fucked up.
It was screwed up.
It was too much.
"I can't—" I hiccupped. "I can't take it."
"Yes, you can." He grunted.
He slowed down, gathered my arousal, and pushed it back into my cunt to fuck me.
God, no.
I thrashed, trying to free my hands from his grip, but he was stronger than me. Every time he thrusted into me, he'd slow down, glide the tip over my clit, and push the gun back in.
I was a dripping mess.
My legs trembled. My breath thinned out. The world around me, dark and twisted, was fading off until I was drowning in my loud, ugly moans. I had never been pleasured in such a sick, twisted way before.
I was losing my shit, and he loomed behind me, fucking me senseless with that gun.
"Please…please…please…" I didn't know if I was begging him to stop or go harder.
"Helpless and dripping wet just how I like it." He reached for a breast, pinching my nipple.
I moaned. Hard.
My curled toes dug into the surface beneath me. I wanted to shift and run away from his cruel fucking, but he held me down and made me take it.
Once my stomach did that thing, and my pussy started clenching around the gun, but he didn't let me have the release. He tossed the gun aside and replaced it with his mouth.
A growl ripped from his throat as he tasted me. He grabbed my waist and feasted on me from behind until I screamed at the top of my lungs, soaking the sheets with my arousal and my tears.
My throat burned. My limbs were sore. My body was tired, but it still wanted more.
He licked, sucked, and devoured me like he had been gravely starved. He reached for my breasts, twisting and rolling my nipples as he fucked me with his wicked tongue.
My release swept through me like a tidal wave. I didn't hold back my scream as I came all over his face. My body weakened from the release, and my face dropped into the wet pillow.
I could smell my sweat and saliva.
I whimpered as he lapped up my juices, groaning out of sheer satisfaction.
"You are the most delicious thing I have ever tasted."
My joints were still crying from the release, and I was still catching my breath when I heard the rattling of his belt and the unzipping of his fly behind me. My pussy watered, eager to be pounded and ravaged. The tip of my nipples hardened into stiff peaks.
I was spent, but my insides swirled with excitement at the thought of being fucked.
"Still so wet and excited for me," he murmured, running his fingers over my lips from behind before his hand came around my neck.
He teased my opening with the tip of his cock, dragging it up and down my cunt as I shuddered and begged for him to fuck me. My lips parted against the sheets, and I buried my face into the mattress further when he eventually pushed himself into me.
"Ahhhh…" I moaned.
"Your cunt was made for me, baby girl." He grunted.
My pussy wrapped around him, hot and needy. He didn't move for a while. He just stood there, letting me get accustomed to his length. He made me feel so full that I could barely breathe. I was drenched, dripping all down my thighs.
He pulled out, then slammed back in.
The force threw me forward. I moaned, hard.
He pounded into me again, harder this time. "There's a good girl. Take my cock like the greedy little slut that you are."
My knees were shaking. My breath was slow yet hard, seizing as he thrusted in and out of me in wild, brutal strokes. I had never been fucked that hard. I was convinced that the gun and knife play was the last of him that I'd feel for this night, but this? It was pure, hard, brutal fucking.
And my traitorous body loved every bit of it.
My mystery fucker grabbed my hip, his fingers stroking the curves of my hip as he pounded in and out of me, seizing my neck in a dominant hold.
He fucked me with such viciousness that it knocked my breath out of me with every thrust. I was a squealing, helpless mess, scratching at the sheets and ruining them with my drool.
Each time I braced myself for the impact of his cock, his harsh strokes would rattle me and tear a loud sob from my lips.
"Oh, it's so good." I whimpered, my boobs bouncing beneath me.
The room echoed with sloppy sounds. The blindfold made everything twice as intense. Knowing I couldn't see the man wrecking me with his cock made me wetter than I could possibly imagine.
He rearranged my insides with his cock, and I wanted to slip away because it was too much. Every thrust made me feel like I'd collapse or fade into oblivion.
"So tight, all mine!" he grunted.
"Oh, please—please, I can't—"
"You can't what?" He fisted my hair, reaching to pinch my clit as he fucked me harder.
I screamed.
I was covered in sweat, and I could feel my hair sticking to my neck.
He slowed down, eliciting a whimper from me. His cock slipped out of me, leaving the tip, then he slammed back into me in one brutal thrust. I was reduced to a wreck by his cock, crying for him to stop yet wanting him to fuck me even harder.
"I can't—please, I can't—" My words were punctuated with deep moans.
"Of course, you can. This cock was meant for you, and this sweet little pussy is all mine." He pinched my clit and spanked my ass.
Oh fuck.
I was being consumed, being marked, being tainted, and every bit of it felt so fucking good.
"Look at you, a fucking wreck for my cock. That good, huh?" he taunted me, dragging his fingers lazily over my lips from behind. I sucked on them like an obedient little kitten and moaned.
My legs were about to give way. My body was spiked with an intense level of pleasure. My vision grew even darker, making me feel like I was about to pass out.
"Oh yes—I’m going to come. Please, let me come." I sobbed into the soaked pillow.
"That's right. You'll come for me, my good little whore."
My stomach tightened, and my pleasure peaked. My orgasm destroyed me and left me in shambles. He was still fucking me through my orgasm, but the last thing I remembered was him cupping one of my breasts and kissing my hair before I passed out.
That was the wildest night of my life.
I woke up to find myself in my bedroom, naked and sore, with a body cover barely hanging on my skin.
At first, I couldn't bring myself to tell Rose about it, but when I started experiencing what seemed like withdrawal symptoms, I told her about it, and she told me that the man made the blind date literal since I didn't even know who fucked me.
For weeks, all I could think about was the sex. I tried to touch myself, but all I truly wanted was to be fucked and taken that way again. It was a wild adventure—one I didn't regret.
I exhaled, smiling at my reflection in the mirror. My smile widened even more when I remembered how I managed to get another job. My hair was snatched back in a bun, and my bold red lipstick gave me a professional edge.
I stepped out of the bathroom to check in on the passengers. The plane was a little quiet, save for the slight murmurings. I smiled warmly at each passenger who met my gaze until my eyes met his.
Brooding charcoal-gray eyes that held me hostage.
He had been reading a magazine, but he looked up as though he sensed my presence.
His dark hair was a little messy, but his facial features were strong and perfectly defined.
My throat bobbed slightly, a flush tainting my cheeks as his eyes dragged over my frame with heat.
"Do you need something, sir?" I asked him, slightly rosy.
He shook his head and went back to reading. "No."
His voice, deep and husky, struck me like a chord, almost as though I had heard it somewhere before.
I smiled politely, nodded, and spun around, convinced that his eyes were still following me.
I was certain I knew that man. He was my literal blind date.