Fiction

I felt him then, his breath on the back of my neck. The rough texture of his gloves bit into the tender flesh of my wrist. Aggressively he tugged one of his gloves off, whispering "Don't say a word. Relax and enjoy it. You know you want to."

That was the truth, every pore of my body reverberated with fear. But a strange sense of arousal cause my thighs to clench in response. We've played this game before. The last time had me on my knees under the stars with your head tilted heavenward. The warmth of your seed spilling in my mouth and the gruff sound of satisfaction you made soaked my panties.

This time was different, you were my k**napper and your now unsheathed digits were buried in my hungry cunt. Ooo such a dirty word. The urge to call you Daddy filled my mind. I was your bad little slut and you were teaching me a lesson. Or was it that you were taking pleasure of me. My own nails dug into my palms as I fought the urge to scream.

The world turned black as gentle waves of warmth caused my quivering form to tremble. It was your tongue dancing against my clit stirring me. Foggy and lethargic with sleep I started to awaken from such a heated dream. Sometime during my sleep you managed to secure my wrists and ankles to the bed. I struggled, wanting badly to touch you in return. Stroke, lick nibble suck, lap, flick... Sometimes reality is better than fiction :D