Abduction (75 page)

A caress of her forehead, the crown of her head. No. Something being pulled over her head. Soft. Light. Small. A blindfold. She was blind already in the pitch dark, but the blindfold whipped up her fear and it was hard not to cry out a little. The hands left her and there were footfalls and then the click of the light switch. Her darkness was still total behind the blindfold, as if the switch had failed.

“That's better. Now I can see you,” came a man's deep, low whisper.

Suddenly, acutely she felt her nakedness. How Vaughn had left her breasts bared, her clothes in wanton disarray more lascivious than if she'd been completely nude.

Two big hands curved at the insides of her thighs and opened her legs while she rehearsed her word silently in her head over and over. Fingers pressed and slid smooth and firm down her belly and into her panties, curving against her sex as one finger slid into her cunt.

“So wet,” the whisper came again. “Just from waiting, knowing you'd be touched, fucked by a stranger.”

His words reminded her of Conrad and some hot, dark feeling flared up in her as the finger pulsed into her, the hand cupping and warming and rubbing her so intensely it was almost unpleasant. But then he stopped and her cunt ached incredibly, begging for that possessive touch with an insistent throb.

Involuntarily she tugged against the restraints at her wrists when she felt the man's fingers curling under the elastic of her panties. Lying there, helplessly stretched out on the bed, she felt her panties being slid down her thighs, the silky fabric brushing against her calves, her heels arches toes.

“Spread your legs,” the voice ordered with unsettling serenity.

She did it. Automatically. Conrad's training, probably. After, her cheeks flushed hot as she lay there, knowing the man was standing right there, looking at her.

“Wider.”

After she'd done as he'd said embarrassment escalated to anxiety as seconds, maybe a minute or more went by without a move or a word from him. Then her whole body went tense as the mattress shifted under her feet and between where he must have leaned on a hand, or set a knee, or sat down. Then the surface of the bed dropped a little away just inside one knee. Then one small, light touch on her delicate petals of damp flesh. A little tremor ran through her and she heard her own breath catch. Slow, slow, that faint touch moved up, and her nerves seemed to be straining for it. Even before the tip of his finger brushed over her clit she was panting, her body taut, straining 683

for all the pleasure bearing down on her. Then, soft and silky wet, his touch moved over her like a breeze and she sucked in her breath and flexed and shuddered.

“Your cunt,” the voice swept up to her over the plains and hills of her torso, “is blushing. A delicious, deep raspberry.”

Her face went hot as he strummed her clit again and her pelvis bucked in a little spasm.

“Hold still,” he commanded, his voice low and soft but somehow irrefutable.

She tried to be still as he faintly rubbed her, his touch small and light and slick with her own wetness. Moist and hot, his breath breeze over her inner thigh, cooling before it reached her hot wet folds. Whining, she fought the urge to writhe and buck as his touch strummed up her wet slit and over her clit, then danced right there, slow and light.

Then nothing but cool air and her pulsing want. It was hard to be still, not to squirm, she was so wound up with need. It embarrassed her, knowing he was watching, knowing she was flushed and open and wet and writhing however hard she tried to be still.

She whined and twitched, then. Soft, wet, warm, his tongue slid slowly along her folds. A long delay. It shocked, the way being restrained, held utterly immobile made the delicious caress of his mouth unbearably intense. He kept the contact light, forcing her to yearn for more than he was giving her. Imagining him down there, eating her, while her arms were stretched overhead by the restraints, thrilled her. For several agonizing minutes she seethed beneath his hot mouth, all that time only taunting her with the lightest possible caresses, punctuated by long gaps when he didn't touch her at all . She 684

waited, hoping, knowing if he was going to do that she was going to come soon, and hard. He licked her again, just a faint, taunting touch of tongue, and she whimpered, not wanting to, but not able to help it. When he flicked the tip of his tongue against her clit, back and forth so fast, from behind her blindfold she saw a blur, she arched and strained.

“I said be still,” he reminded her calmly, then settled his mouth over her, caressing her with his tongue, his hungry growl vibrating against her cunt, through her whole body and then she breathed, in, out, in, out, hoping to hold on but her climax swelled up and a second later she caught herself gasping and whining, her cunt spasming under the stranger's mouth.

He was still and quiet as she rode her climax, sinking under the slowing, diminishing ripples. Then, as she softened and settled into the calm after, with the pads of two fingers he pressed the flesh of her mound gently, steadily up against her pubis, and everything contracted again and the spasms resumed, pulsing, pulsing, pulsing.

“Enticing. Watching your cunt quiver and spasm like that. I look forward to feeling you around my cock.”

The hot resentment she expected to surge at his presumptuousness didn't come on. Was it weird that he hadn't really touched her, except her cunt? Was it weird she was glad?

But now the mattress shifted under her and her heart thumped hard and he pressed her legs together and she felt his legs straddling her. When her thighs pressed together her sex felt pleasantly hot and swollen after her climax. Fingers curved possessively around her tits and a warm, pulsing wetness engulfed one nipple. After her 685

climax her body was too wired. She grunted her discomfort, straddling the line between intense pleasure and an unbearable unpleasantness. He rewarded her by sucking harder and chafing her nipple with his tongue. He kept at it until she'd about lost her grip on the squeal of protest she'd been biting back, then her nipple popped free of his mouth, cold air hitting his warm spit as his lips and tongue captured her other nipple and she whimpered, helpless, her sounds beyond her control.

“Spread me. Fuck me,” some nasty part of her almost pleaded out loud. Her orgasm had been incredible, one of those long, slow, rolling climaxes that were like being swept along on an easy current. But her body felt greedy. Unsatisfied. It wanted to be filled. Fucked. By this unseen, unknown stranger.

Then he was off her. Off the bed. She heard him. First on the left. Then on the right. Then the warm grip of his hand behind one knee as a hand raised her leg. Then the warmth was gone and there was just the soft, indifferent pressure of some rope or fabric holding her knee up and out. He hoisted her other leg up the same way.

Her knees were bound, she figured, almost at shoulder height, and splayed wide when she stopped flexing to hold them as close to together as they could go.

The mattress shifted again and creaked a little. He was between her legs. About to fuck her. Fuck, she wanted. Fuck, she was scared. What was she, wanting something like this?

She flinched when something brushed against her lips.

“Open your mouth.”

She didn't want to. Whatever it was, it was cold. Not him. But she opened.

Something smooth and cool and cock-shaped slid between her lips, against her tongue.

Back. Back. Deeper and deeper until she flexed rigid, about to gag, shaken by a thrill of visceral terror of being choked. The fake cock withdrew and she panted, appreciating every breath.

The tip of the fake cock, moist with her own spit, nudged at her cunt and she kept panting, with want now. Wanting to be penetrated. Filled. Fucked.

Cruelly slow it opened her, little by little, and gradually slid up inside. Frustratingly still, she felt it there inside of her for long, long seconds before it moved again, to her relief, gliding down, leaving her empty and waiting for the next penetration. She gasped as he drove the cock into her cunt in one firm thrust, then fucked her with it, the thick length driving deep into her, pulling out against a thousand eager nerves, then filled her up again. Then it left her. Then something else nudged its way inside of her. Something smaller. Harder. In. Out. In. Then it was out of her. She was empty again. Needful and empty. She waited, wondering was he watching her exasperated expression? Her tits?

Her cunt between her splayed, elevated legs?

Warm and slick it touched her lips again. She could smell her sex.

“Lick.”

She parted her lips and ran her tongue over the faux cock tip, licking her wetness from it.

“Suck.”

She drew the tip in, between her lips, and sucked a few more inches into her mouth, tasting her tang, liking the feeling of having her mouth filled. Sucking in earnest, as if she had, nestled in the curl of her tongue, the cock of a man she wanted to give great pleasure, she quivered, startled, as she felt another hardness nudge her clit, then 687

press along her slick slit, sinking into her. Her mouth still wrapped around the silicone phallus, she started to breathe too fast, too heavy. Something weird. He felt weird. A strange shape. Another toy, maybe? She tried to calm herself. Reasoned she was just off kilter because she couldn't see, because she'd never seen this man, because she couldn't use her hands.

The strange-feeling hardness slipped out of her, nudging its way over sensitive flesh until she felt a dull, insistent pressure just below, and she started hyperventilating around the dildo again. The cock slipped free of her lips.

“I didn't think this was virgin territory,” the stranger purred in his smoky whisper.

“Hmmm?”

She shook her head no. The pressure was still there, but everything had gone still. Was he waiting? To see if she'd say her word?

The tip of the toy teased her lips again, and after hesitating a second, she took it into her mouth and began to suck it. It was oddly comforting as the pressure against her asshole deepened. More. More, her ass slowly yielding, dilating to accept whatever object the stranger's hand was pushing into her. Stretching. Taut. It had only been those two times. It still scared her. She tried to breathe, tried to relax as the thing entering her strained and stretched her until finally it slipped into her. She let out a long, heavy breath.

“That's one,” he sighed.

The pressure came on again and her body went taut again, her asshole stretching around the girth of whatever he was driving into her. She grunted a little, more from anxiety than physical strain.

“That's two.”

Again it started and she panted through it.

“Three.”

The cock slipped from of her mouth, and a second later it was sinking into her needful, swollen cunt and she whimpered in relief. Deep inside the firm tip nudged her, bumping, waking, provoking sensitive nerves. She felt herself, heard herself convulsing and gasping, thought of the stranger watching, listening, and hot, embarrassed arousal suffused her quivering body. A straining pressure tormented her ass—one swollen joint of the toy worked free? Then pushed back in, filling her back up to full? Moaning against her bitten lips, writhing around the toys in the stranger's hands, a pressure came against her clit—his thumb?—and she stifled a whimper.

The phantom voice, “Let me hear you. Let him hear you,” as he fretted her clit, the false cock prodding her to some alarming pleasure, and the thing in her ass startling her with another strange, provoking sensation just now and then. So much, so strange, she felt her body being taken from her—her gasping breath, her straining arms, her convulsing belly—all out of her control, all her muscles contracting for him, against her will.

After a long, fretful moan she gulped for air.

“Yes,” he sighed, his thumb tripping the hot wire in her clit each time he pulsed the dildo in her cunt.

Too much, too much. Biting her lips, trying futilely to wiggle a little way out of reach, silently Devan pleaded for him to relent, but only let go a loud, desperate whine.

Then sucked in hard and tried to sit up but couldn't and said “please” on her next breath 689

because maybe she was going to wet the bed but the cock nudged and nudged and she strained for that touch at her clit and deep up in her, all around the cock he was pumping inside her, her body clenched then let go, let the agony of pleasure go twisting through her, cried it out loud as his “let him hear you” came to her again..

Wrung out and shuddering a weak, a worn out little sob bubbled from her as the cock abandoned her cunt, startling a thousand over-wrought nerves on the way out, a stretching, relenting, stretching, relenting as he worked the other toy free of her ass.

Then a faint groan of the mattress as it shifted, gently rocking her body, then his body—

warm, firm flesh—pressing behind and inside her thighs.

“My turn,” he growled, hoarse, almost voiceless, and her heart stopped, then sped.

The air still vibrating with his voice, he slid into her, thicker than the toy and warm and hard, his bass vibrato washing against the faint cry his thrust forced from her. His heat sank against her, then, enveloped, lifted, wrapped around her. So close. She felt his muscles straining against her, his breath hot and damp against her lips. Warm, firm flesh pressed and rubbed all along her body. She felt caught up, sheathed in his body.

He pulsed into her and his mouth had possessed her and suddenly a line blurred. Her whole body, everything in her straining for him, wanting, needing.

Suddenly she couldn't bear being under this stranger, needing and wanting the way she did with Vaughn. From under her pleasure a dark torment welled up and she felt fevered and fragile.

Maybe he sensed her fear, her urge to retreat. He came on so hot and hard, growling and shuddering, that she forgot her confusion. Was he hurting her?

Instinctively she strained against the restraints, wanting to shield herself, but her openness, her vulnerability was total. Arms stretched overhead leaving her face, her mouth, her breasts exposed. Defenseless. Between her thighs—splayed wide around his thrusting hips—his pelvis jerked against her, his cock pounding into her so hard and deep it was hard to get her breath.