Part 1
(MF, bond, S&M, rape-fantasy)
by 'Rose of Eden'
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted 2009 with all rights expressly reserved by its author unless explicitly granted.
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Anne walked out of the bathroom of her hotel suite wearing nothing by a short silk robe. Her dark hair was wrapped up in a towel, her blue eyes pensive in the dimly lit bedroom. Sitting down at her dressing table, she took her hair down and began to brush it, long slow strokes parting the damp strands and spreading them around her pale, heart-shaped face.
Suddenly, a flash of movement in the mirror caught her eye. Her whole body froze as she saw the figure in the shadows. Dressed all in black even to a mask over his face, he had been invisible until he was ready for her to see him. Now he stepped forward, lean and graceful as a stalking panther, his dark eyes meeting Anne's in the mirror with a frightening intensity.
Fear and anger chased each other across her face as she rose and spun to face him, silk robe flaring around her slender body, giving him a tantalizing glimpse of the bare flesh beneath. Before she could think to run or cry out, he was in front of her, not touching but blocking her into the corner with his powerful hands resting on either side of her shoulders. Her breath quickened as she stared up at him, fighting not to be intimidated by the physical power of the man.
"Who are you? What do you want?" Anne asked, her voice husky with fear. "I'm warning you, I'll scream..."
"Yes, you will, my dear," he agreed, his voice low and caressing. "You will scream for me."
Anne tried desperately to slip out from under his arm and away, but he caught her and spun her face first into the wall, pinning her there with his hard body. "As for what I want," he said softly in her ear, "That should be obvious. I� want... you." To emphasize his words, he shifted his hips against her buttocks and let her feel the erection already straining against his trousers.
"I've been watching you, you know," he continued conversationally as one hand slid around her waist, gently stroking her soft flesh through the silk of her robe, "ever since you first checked in here. I watched you in the pool, your muscles moving as you swam, warm water dripping off your body as you climbed out, your breasts straining against tight lycra." Slowly, he drew the belt out of her robe, the thin silk falling open around her. "And at the reception tonight. I watched the way your skirt clung to your tight ass, the curve of your neck with your hair up, the way you swayed as you danced."
Anne was trembling now, both from fear and an unwilling desire. The feel of his breath on her neck, his hard body pressed into her was making her weak in the knees, a soft warmth spreading from her most intimate places even as a soft whimper of fear escaped her lips.
Quickly, he jerked the robe off of her shoulders, leaving her naked. Spinning her around to face him, he grabbed both her hands and, ignoring her struggles as if they were nothing, used the belt of her robe to tie her wrists together in front of her. Raising her bound hands above her head, he leaned his body into hers again, his lips brushing against her cheek as his dark eyes bored into hers. "Dear, sweet Anne. I have been waiting for you. You've seen me, spoken to me a dozen times, but you never really knew me. So now I've come for you. The waiting is over, and now you will be mine."
Anne continued to struggle against him, her blue eyes glaring into his as she fought. "Like hell I will," she snarled up at him, "You son of a bi..."
His free hand closed around her throat, not too tight but a definite warning none the less. Panicked, her body writhed against his, seeking escape even as he slipped one knee between her legs, lifting his thigh until she was balanced straddling his leg, her feet barely touching the floor.
"I see I'm going to have to teach you some manners, my dear," he growled.
Her lips were parted as she gasped in surprise, and he took advantage of the opening to thrust his tongue deeply into her mouth. His lips closed over hers, swallowing her fearful gasps as he ravaged her mouth with teeth and tongue, pressing his leg into her groin.
Finally he released her. Anne staggered, gasping for breath, and only his strong arms kept her from falling as he dragged her across the room to the big four-poster bed that she'd admired so much when she first checked in.
Instead of dropping her onto the mattress, he pushed her up against the bedpost, using the ends of the belt to tie her hands to the curtain beam high above. "No, don't..." she protested, trying to struggle.
"Sshhh," he whispered, laying a finger on her lips. "Not another word." To enforce her silence, he pulled a strange-looking contraption out of his pocket. It looked something like a baby pacifier mounted on a leather base, with strings. The ball gag was fashioned in such a way that, once he slipped it into her mouth, it pressed against her tongue no matter how she moved it. The sensation was strangely like being French kissed, and Anne moaned at the erotic feel of it in her mouth.
"Now, my sweet girl," he said, standing back to look her over. Anne's slender arms were stretched above her, lifting her pert breasts and showing off the lean lines of her stomach and legs, the gentle curve of her hips. Her carefully trimmed black mound stood out against her pale flesh, tempting him. Her frightened eyes followed his gaze, the naked lust she saw there making her shiver. She could feel herself growing moist, and her eyes reflected a horrified revulsion at her own reactions.
He stood there, arms folded across his chest, dark eyes returning to her face. "You disappoint me, my dear. I had hoped you would be more... appreciative of my attentions. Perhaps you need a bit more... persuasion," he said, pulling something out of his back pocket.
It was a cat-o-nine tails - a rounded leather handle with nine thin strips of leather falling from it, each strip tipped with a small ball of some kind.
Anne's eyes widened, her body tensing as he slowly walked forward, slapping the leather softly against his palm. She couldn't look away from the taunting motion. When he reached the trembling woman, he used the whip handle to raise her face to his, letting the lashes trail teasingly across her breasts, making her shudder in unwilling pleasure.
"I see you like my little toy," he said, smiling at her reaction. "Now, let us see if he likes you." With one hand he spun her around to face the bedpost, exposing her backside. Letting her sweat in anticipation for a moment, he carefully chose his target and swung. Anne whimpered against the gag as the lash landed on her bare ass, just hard enough to make her skin tingle. Another stroke, this time across her back. And another, wrapping around her tender breasts. Stroke after stroke he gave her, varying rhythm and aim so she never knew where or when to expect it.
Smothered moans and gasps came from behind the gag as Anne endured this treatment. He was careful, never drawing blood or leaving permanent marks. It was just enough to sting and sensitize each nerve the leather touched. The next stroke fell between her legs, whip tails snaking up to strike her mound, her clit, making her shudder as a wave of mingled pleasure and pain shot through her body. A few more strokes and he turned her back to face him.
Tears of pain and humiliation ran down her face, but even now she glared defiantly up at him. Ever so gently, he wiped the tears from her cheeks, a soft, sexy smile curving his lips. Behind the mask his dark eyes were intense, almost glowing in the dim light as he looked at her. "There's my good girl," he told her, admiration in his voice. "You did very well for your first time. You deserve a reward..."
Taking a step back, he raised the whip again, making her tense in anticipation of more pain. "Hush," he soothed her, tenderly caressing her cheek. Using the handle of the whip, he caressed her soft breasts, running it over her nipples and making her groan in pleasure. "You see. He does like you," he told her.
He continued rubbing the whip over her body, the lashes trailing like butterfly kisses across flesh already sensitive from the whipping. Slowly, gently he moved it down across her stomach, pressing for a moment into her soft mound before dropping it down to run along her inner thighs. Finally, he let the tip brush her clit, ever so lightly, bringing another moan from behind the gag. Anne was quickly losing control, her body responding without conscious thought to his erotic assault. Her head fell to one side, eyes closed as she gave herself over to the moment.
Seeing her surrender, he rewarded her with another stroke of the handle against her clit. Then another, masturbating her with the soft leather as her hips arched forward, begging for more. He felt his erection straining against his pants, and had to resist the urge to take her then and there. It was so tempting... but the game wasn't over yet. It was his game and his rules, and he would play it out until the endgame.
He could see her body shudder as she approached her orgasm. He pulled the whip away just before she could cum, earning a whimper of frustration from her. Slowly, teasingly, he ran the handle along her thighs again, bringing the tip up to press against her moist lips. Her hips pressed forward, wanting, needing to feel it inside her, and after a moment he obliged, driving the handle into her fast and hard.
Anne cried out behind the gag as he fucked her with the whip, bringing her to a shuddering climax like none she'd ever felt. He continued to thrust it into her even as she came, his fist on the handle driving into her swollen clit again and again. Another orgasm followed the first, then another, until she thought she'd die from pleasure.
Smiling in satisfaction, he finally let her come down from her pleasures, leaving the whip handle nestled firmly inside her. Anne collapsed, breathing raggedly, the only thing holding her upright the bonds around her wrists.
Slowly, she regained a measure of control, getting her legs under her to take the strain of her weight off of her arms. Even now, the feel of the gag in her mouth and the handle deep inside her made her shudder. She knew it wouldn't take much for him to bring her off yet again, but instead he stood back and watched her recover, a small smile playing across his lips.
Long minutes passed as they simply watched each other - he proud and pleased, she aroused but apprehensive. Anne knew he wasn't finished with her yet, and she dreaded his next move.
"Now I think you're beginning to see what I offer you," he said slowly, softly, studying her reaction intently. "I think we're ready to move on." He walked forward again, reaching up to lower her hands from the beam. Anne wanted nothing more than to be away from him, and tried once more to escape his grasp. But he grabbed her before she could move away, pulling her tight against him. "Oh no, my girl," he purred in her ear, "the night is still young, and our lessons have just begun."
Lifting her in his arms, he laid her with surprising gentleness onto the bed, retying her hands to the wrought-iron headboard above her head. His hands trailed down her body, holding her down when she tried to pull away. He caught one leg, pulling it out toward the corner of the bed, where he had placed a silk strap while she was in the shower. He tied her ankle, leaving her a little room to move, and then repeated the process with her other leg, leaving her lower body spread open under his gaze, the whip handle still buried in her cunt.
"Are you comfortable, my sweet?" he asked. "You will be there for a while, and I don't want you... distracted." Anne just looked away, unable to bear the feel of his eyes upon her. The way he looked at her body, displayed for his pleasure, was enough to send delicious chills up her spine, and in that moment she hated herself for the reaction. Something of her feelings must have shown on her face, because he sat next to her and turned her head with a firm hand, forcing her to face him. "You are so beautiful," he said in his low, sexy voice. "I can give you everything your beauty deserves, but you have to give in. Stop fighting what we both know you want." His voice was soft, persuasive, his dark eyes burning with passion and determination. "I warn you, princess," his voice took on a threatening tone, his grip tightening on her jaw; "... my patience is not unlimited."
Anne could feel herself slipping, falling under the spell of his eyes and voice. His hand caressed her face, her hair, her throat, weaving his seduction more tightly around her with the sensual touch. Her eyes still showed fear, the apprehension of not knowing what to expect. But behind that was desire. She wanted whatever he would do to her, wanted it with a passion she hadn't even known she possessed.
Watching her, he nodded in satisfaction. "Now," he continued, his voice conversational again, "Keep your eyes on me. Don't look away, or I will have to punish you. Do you understand?" Unable to speak because of the gag, she simply nodded her head, afraid to do anything other than agree.
He rose and started to walk away, but a smothered whimper caught his ear and he turned back to see her, straining against her bonds to raise her body and watch him as he'd commanded. "Very good, my pet," he praised her. Taking pillows from the bed, he raised her until she was propped up at a 45-degree angle, able to see without straining to keep her body lifted. "Is that better?" he asked.
Anne swallowed hard and nodded, earning another caress on the cheek before he left her again. Standing at the foot of the bed, he began to undress.
First, he slowly pulled the belt from his trousers, cracking the leather and making her jump. Then he unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off, revealing a lean chest and strong arms. Shoes and socks quickly disappeared, and then he unzipped his trousers. All the while he watched her watching him.
Turning his back to her, he slid his trousers and underwear off, revealing a tight ass and well-muscled legs. All together, he had a body to make women swoon, lean and muscular, neither too bulky nor too thin. A glance over his shoulder found her staring at his backside, admiration and desire in her eyes. Then he turned, and Anne gasped as she saw his member, long and thick and hard. He was the most well endowed man she had ever seen, and she couldn't look away now if she wanted to.
Naked except for the mask that still hid his face, he stalked back over toward her with the grace of a panther, dark and sensual. Crawling across the bed, he straddled her body, letting his heavy erection rest on her stomach. "I think we can do away with this," he said, taking the gag from her mouth. "There are other, better things to do with that pretty mouth." Leaning down, he kissed her hard, biting her lips and thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth.
"Now then," he said when he finished, "I have a treat for you." Rising up on his knees, he brought his cock up toward her mouth, brushing the hard tip against her lips.
"I..." Anne had to lick her lips and swallow before her voice would come. "I can"t... I�ve never done this before..." she pleaded with him, trying to pull her head away. "I don't know how..."
His hands tangled in her hair, dragging her head up toward him again. "Kiss it," he ordered harshly, his tone leaving no room for argument. Anne planted a soft kiss on his tip, eyes meeting his fearfully. "That's it... again," he instructed her. "Now your tongue... Run it along the shaft... That's it."
Anne did as he commanded, too frightened to disobey. The taste was strange, but not unpleasant, and it sent a strange tingle through her body, making her acutely aware of the whip handle still resting deep inside her cunt. Growing bolder, she ran her tongue along the underside of his cock, stopping at the base to taste his scrotum before tracing wet circles back along the length of him. His deep groan encouraged her, and she took his tip in her mouth, suckling on it, moving her mouth up and down as far as she could reach. "That's it, sweetness," his voice came raggedly above her.
His hands tightened in her hair, and he began to thrust into her mouth, driving himself deeper and deeper into her throat. Anne began to panic as she gagged on the length of him, but he just kept fucking her mouth harder and harder. She felt the first trickles of pre-cum in her throat, her lips and tongue unconsciously stroking him to even greater hardness as she struggled to breathe around his thick shaft. Her body rocked with his thrusting, the whip handle massaging her pussy and sending waves of pleasure through her body.
She felt the surge and heard his groan of pleasure, and had a moment to brace herself as he began to cum, shooting his load down her throat. She gagged and swallowed convulsively, trying not to choke on the salty thickness. His whole body shuddered as he thrust into her once, twice, three more times. And then he withdrew, trailing the last little bit of cum out of her mouth.
"Very good, my girl," he said raggedly as he lay down beside her. "Such a sweet mouth..."
He raised himself up to study her, taking in her ragged breathing, the rise and fall of her full breasts, the wetness coating her inner thighs around his toy. Reaching down, he pulled the whip out of her body, slowly, letting her feel the length of it sliding out of her. "Just one more thing for you to lick," he said, bringing the shaft to her mouth. "Go on, taste yourself," he gently encouraged her, running the damp leather across her lips.
Anne flicked her tongue over the shaft, tentatively at first. The taste was... odd. Strange, but not unpleasant. Slowly, she cleaned her wetness off the soft leather, the shape and hardness of the shaft reminded her of his cock, and a soft moan escaped her lips.
His dark eyes followed every move, every flick of her tongue, every shift of muscle under velvet skin, every expression that drifted across her face. He could feel himself growing hard again as he watched her, remembering the feel of her mouth around him. Finally, he could take no more and took the whip away, putting it aside on the nightstand.
"And now," he said, one finger under her chin forcing her to look up at him, "My sweet..." He hesitated for a moment, teasing them both before he continued. "Tell me... tell me how you want me to love you."
Anne's eyes widened in surprise and confusion, searching his face for some clue, something to tell her how he wanted her to answer.
"I am going to make love to you," he informed her with an amused smirk. "I want you to tell me what you want. Where you like to be touched, how you want me to kiss you." He leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Tell me your fantasies, your desires..." His voice was a low, seductive purr, his hot breath on her skin making her shiver. "Tell me..."
Trembling, frightened and excited by her own desires, she tried to answer him. "I... I want..." Her voice came out as a hoarse croak. She choked and coughed, her throat bruised outside and in and coated with the sticky residue of his cum.
Instantly contrite, he hushed her with a gentle hand on her lips. "Wait a moment, my sweet," he said, rising and walking out of the room. Anne heard the sound of running water, and then he was back, holding a glass to her lips, his other hand supporting the back of her neck as she drank greedily.
"Easy now, not too much," he cautioned her, pulling the glass away. He watched her throat contract as she swallowed, tongue flicking over her temptingly swollen lips. "Is that better? Do you want more?" he asked.
"Yes... please," Anne answered softly, her voice still low and hoarse. She was surprised by his concern, and found herself touched as well by his gentleness. From his actions so far, she hadn't thought him capable of anything other than intimidation and violence. "Thank you," she said politely after she'd drunk her fill, eyes meeting his shyly from under her dark lashes.
He smiled and set the glass on the nightstand. "Very good, Princess," he said softly. "You are learning. And so I think you've earned a small reprieve..."
Anne's eyes closed, a sigh of relief escaped her lips at the thought that it was over, that he would leave her alone now. Her relief was short-lived, however, dashed by his next words.
"I will decide what comes next," he informed her, moving to lie down beside her again. He laid a gentle hand across her lips. "Save your voice, for now. But remember, I will ask you the question again, and I will expect an honest answer." His dark eyes bored into hers, intense once again, searching her face for understanding.
Whatever he saw seemed to satisfy him, and he smiled again, a wicked grin such as a cat must wear just before it pounced. He pulled the pillows out from behind her, laying her flat on the bed again. "Now then..." he mused, running a finger across her lips, making her tremble, "What to do..."
"Please, no more," Anne begged, her blue eyes gazing pleadingly up into his. She couldn't imagine what he might do next, only that she didn't feel remotely ready to face any more of his 'pleasures.'
"Are you sure, my sweet?" he asked with a dangerous edge to his voice. His eyes narrowed as he studied her, noting her flushed skin, the tight peaks of her nipples, the wetness between her thighs. His hand followed the path of his eyes, running gently over her body. Anne shuddered under his touch, her body tightening in response. He rubbed a finger between her legs, making her twitch and whimper in unwilling desire.
"That's what I thought..." he gloated, stroking her again.�You want this as much as I do, don't you? Admit it, my precious. You like what I do for you."
His lips closed over hers, kissing her hard and deep as his hand continued to massage her clit. Her body bucked under his assault, still aroused from his other attentions. He shifted his weight to hold her down, mouth still locked on hers, smothering her moans. His hand moved lower, caressing her moist lips and encouraging her to spread herself wider for him. When she did, he drove two fingers deep into her pussy, giving her a few quick strokes in and out and then hesitating a moment before driving into her again, constantly varying his rhythm.
Anne's hips bucked against his hand, straining the ropes that held her legs, as waves of pleasure washed through her body. She began to kiss him back, tongue stroking against his, teeth grazing his lips as he devoured her mouth. She was lost, conscious thought completely overwhelmed by the incredibly erotic power of his touch.
He slid his thumb up to stroke her clit as he continued to fuck her with his fingers. He could feel her climax building, and he pushed her closer... closer... And then withdrew seconds before she could cum!
Anne whimpered in frustration, hips arching to try and regain his touch, to find the relief she so desperately needed. He moved to kneel over her, straddling her hips but not touching, deliberately leaving her wanting as he cupped her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him.
"What do you want, Anne?" he asked harshly. She tried to look away but he held her firm, demanding an honest answer. It was all he could to not to take her right then, but he knew this was the moment of truth for her, the moment when she would have to decide once and for all if she could truly surrender to him. "The choice is yours. You have to decide. What do you want? Tell me!"
Half mad with desire, Anne could barely make sense of his words. She trembled with frustrated need, straining against her bonds in a desperate attempt to find the relief she had to have. Wide blue eyes stared up into his, seeing the harsh desire in his eyes, a need there that mirrored her own. She knew then that he had only given her what she'd wanted, what she hadn't even known she'd needed until he appeared out of the shadows. And there was only one answer she could give.....
"I want you..." she whispered. "I need you... please... take me... take me now."
A smile of triumph curved his lips, wild and masculine and yet somehow gentle at the same time. "As you wish," he whispered against her lips before he kissed her, slow, deep and demanding. Drawing out the moment, he trailed his mouth down her throat, across her collarbones and down. His tongue flicked over one tight nipple, teasing her mercilessly before drawing the hard bud deep into his mouth. He sucked hard at her breast, teeth grazing her sensitive flesh. He spent long moments there before moving on to give her other breast the same treatment, enjoying the taste of her firm, delicate flesh.
Anne was moaning and gasping wildly, her whole body writhing under him. She had never felt such pleasure, running through her body with an intensity that was on the edge of pain. His hands moved down her body, he slid one arm under her waist. The ropes left just enough room for him to raise her hips, and he pulled the pillows under her ass, raising her up. He moved between her legs until she could feel the tip of his cock brushing lightly against her soft mound.
"Oh, God... " she cried as he wet himself in her juices, brushing his tip against her clit, between her lips and up again. "Please... please take me... fuck me now..." she begged, desperate to find release.
He couldn't hold back any longer, her surrender destroying the last of his fragile control. He thrust into her, burying himself deep inside her, making her cry out. He held himself still inside her, feeling her muscles quivering around his firm cock flesh. Her eyes flew open to meet his, seeing the hunger there. This beautiful woman, panting with desire, bound and helpless beneath him, this was his ultimate fantasy, his ultimate desire.
He shifted his hips back slowly, pulling out with excruciating slowness before driving his cock into her again, hard and fast. Then he began to fuck her, slow and steady at first, gradually moving faster until her was driving into her with all his strength.
Anne was helpless, her whole body rocking under his violent assault. It felt like he would drive himself right through her, his pelvis slamming into her clit with each stroke. Her body went rigid, all her muscles locking as the first climax ripped through her body. She opened her mouth to scream...
He locked his mouth over hers, smothering her impassioned cries. He grunted against her, teeth grazing her lips as his tongue ravaged her mouth, plunging deep into her throat in time with the thrusts of his hips, making her cum again, her orgasms following one behind the other in quick succession.
The muscles of her pussy contracted around him, and he could feel his own climax building quickly. His balls slapped against her ass with a wet sound as he fucked her, slowing down to thrust as hard as he could into her juicy cunt once, twice, three times, shaking the bed and straining her limbs against the ropes. He came hard and fast, shuddering inside her as his sac released its virile load deep into her welcoming warmth. His body arched up above her, driving him - if possible - even deeper into her as his orgasm shuddered through his body. He let out an animal groan of pleasure, as for the first time in his life, he lost himself in pleasure just as much as his partner did.
Finally, he collapsed on top of her, both of them breathing raggedly as their bodies twitched and shuddered in the aftermath of their pleasures, his cock still buried deep inside her. She lay limp under him, soft moans escaping her with each breath. Gradually, he felt her breathing slow, her heart beating in time with his as she drifted into sleep, never opening her eyes. He soon followed her into unconsciousness...
Sometime late in the night Jared awoke. Raising himself up, he gently detached himself from the sleeping woman beneath him. For a long time he simply watched her sleep, one hand caressing her soft skin lightly. She was so beautiful, so perfect for him. He smiled as he remembered her profile: �Intelligent and independent, relatively inexperienced but curious. Bondage and rape fantasies. Though not a true masochist, may be titillated by a low level of violence associated with forced sexual encounter. Will require seduction by a strong partner who can dominate without torture or breaking her spirit.�
Jared's own profile was a perfect match: �Strong dom requiring the constant challenge of mastering an independent, willful partner. Values conquest as much as surrender, the game of forceful seduction. No true sadistic tendencies...�
When Jared had come to Eden 's Garden Resort, he had expected to be given a professional sub to pleasure him during his stay. After all, the resort specialized in fulfilling fantasies. But he had never expected to find a woman like Anne. She matched him so perfectly he could hardly believe his luck. It would take all his skill and inventiveness to make her truly his, and Jared found himself getting hard just thinking about it.
He thought about waking her, maybe tying her on her stomach... But one look at her pale face, a few bruises already darkening on her fair skin, made him restrain himself. There would be time enough for all their fun. For now, his sweet princess needed her beauty sleep.
Jared gently removed Anne's bonds, careful not to wake her. She murmured in her sleep, moving restlessly as soon as he released her hands, but he caressed her hair gently until she settled again. Pulling the covers up over her, Jared quickly dressed. He pulled a note out of his pocket and left it on her pillow, along with a red-tipped white rose and his cat-o-nine tails. A wicked grin curved his lips as he looked down on her, imagining her reaction when she woke in the morning. Then, stealing one last gentle kiss, he slipped out the balcony and into the night.
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