of the pool water continuously flowing over the edge. The house, huge enough for a large family to stay in, had a wall of windows along the back. She could see furniture, a couch, a bed, and such, all in whites and sea foam greens and dusty blues.
“It’s mine, ours, for the day. No one is here. The fridge is stocked and a bed awaits us. Consider yourself kidnapped and my sex slave for the day.”
Again, she just looked up at him in disbelief. Yes, she’d briefly brought up the capture fantasy last night, a joke that hid the truth of a secret longing, an adventure she’d never had. Resigned and delighted to just give into whatever her dark lord wanted, well to a point she would determine, she let him guide her inside. The ocean never disappeared from view no matter where they went, it seemed. Beauty of unbelievable proportions surrounded her, man and land.
“No one can see you here. No one knows where you are. No one can hear your screams,” he whispered again, although it was beyond clear they were alone.
She noticed him set her purse down. She hadn’t even realized he’d taken it from her when he’d grabbed her in the street. Reliving that briefly terrifying moment got her all aroused, now. Already wet, she gave him her wide-eyed terror look to play along. Somehow though, his look changed from dark and stormy, to soft and fearful, then back again.
“You have a safe word. It’s ship .” His voice, for the first time today, boomed deep and loud through the empty house.
He lifted her then, scooped her up in his arms as if she weighed nothing. She didn’t think she could ever tire of the sensation, not being a slight woman at all. Carrying her into the bedroom, he looked at her breasts. Her sundress not laying properly anymore, one strap had fallen to her upper arm, exposed a seductive amount of flesh. She smiled, and he groaned.
“You act up, in any way, and there will be consequences,” he barked at her.
She wondered if that was a dare. He didn’t know whom he was playing with. She’d been adventurous in and out of the bedroom before. Here, today, like this, she’d push those boundaries probably as far as he would. Confident, she trembled at the possibilities he could have in store for them.
A bag lay open on the table beside the bed he’d deposited her on in no gentle way. She bounced, tipped, but he went straight for her arms. He let her sway a bit as he undid her binds, and then immediately threw her back and began to tie her to the bed, one arm at a time. Reaching into the bag, he took out a handful of material, silk scarves she realized, as he went to work binding her ankles to the bedposts, as well. A moment later, he stood over her. Her dress bunched up around her body as she lie spread-eagle on the bed. Her every limb now bound securely. She bit her lip not to scream out her purely sexual frustration. Her body trembled violently for him, at this point.
The rush of the last minutes, from the moment he’d grabbed her, translated into a desperate need that pooled between her thighs. In two quick moves, he ripped her dress all down the front with his two hands, then made short work of her underwear too.
“What the hell?” she suddenly yelled. “I need clothes to get back on the ship in.”
For a moment he stood defiant, a smile slowly spread across his lips. She felt she’d given him the rise he wanted.
“Strike one, my little princess. I’m your dark lord here, and if I want you naked, you will be. You’ll pay for that,” he hissed, a slight hint of excitement making his voice rise despite his deep tone.
He undid her legs, but with her wrists together, still loosely bound to a single post, he flipped her body, her arms crossing, until she sprawled on her stomach on the bed. He pushed her legs apart, and tied each of them again.
Pushing her face into the pillows, he tugged on her hair, and whispered into her ear, “Don’t speak to me again in such a tone. In fact, you don’t
“It’s mine, ours, for the day. No one is here. The fridge is stocked and a bed awaits us. Consider yourself kidnapped and my sex slave for the day.”
Again, she just looked up at him in disbelief. Yes, she’d briefly brought up the capture fantasy last night, a joke that hid the truth of a secret longing, an adventure she’d never had. Resigned and delighted to just give into whatever her dark lord wanted, well to a point she would determine, she let him guide her inside. The ocean never disappeared from view no matter where they went, it seemed. Beauty of unbelievable proportions surrounded her, man and land.
“No one can see you here. No one knows where you are. No one can hear your screams,” he whispered again, although it was beyond clear they were alone.
She noticed him set her purse down. She hadn’t even realized he’d taken it from her when he’d grabbed her in the street. Reliving that briefly terrifying moment got her all aroused, now. Already wet, she gave him her wide-eyed terror look to play along. Somehow though, his look changed from dark and stormy, to soft and fearful, then back again.
“You have a safe word. It’s ship .” His voice, for the first time today, boomed deep and loud through the empty house.
He lifted her then, scooped her up in his arms as if she weighed nothing. She didn’t think she could ever tire of the sensation, not being a slight woman at all. Carrying her into the bedroom, he looked at her breasts. Her sundress not laying properly anymore, one strap had fallen to her upper arm, exposed a seductive amount of flesh. She smiled, and he groaned.
“You act up, in any way, and there will be consequences,” he barked at her.
She wondered if that was a dare. He didn’t know whom he was playing with. She’d been adventurous in and out of the bedroom before. Here, today, like this, she’d push those boundaries probably as far as he would. Confident, she trembled at the possibilities he could have in store for them.
A bag lay open on the table beside the bed he’d deposited her on in no gentle way. She bounced, tipped, but he went straight for her arms. He let her sway a bit as he undid her binds, and then immediately threw her back and began to tie her to the bed, one arm at a time. Reaching into the bag, he took out a handful of material, silk scarves she realized, as he went to work binding her ankles to the bedposts, as well. A moment later, he stood over her. Her dress bunched up around her body as she lie spread-eagle on the bed. Her every limb now bound securely. She bit her lip not to scream out her purely sexual frustration. Her body trembled violently for him, at this point.
The rush of the last minutes, from the moment he’d grabbed her, translated into a desperate need that pooled between her thighs. In two quick moves, he ripped her dress all down the front with his two hands, then made short work of her underwear too.
“What the hell?” she suddenly yelled. “I need clothes to get back on the ship in.”
For a moment he stood defiant, a smile slowly spread across his lips. She felt she’d given him the rise he wanted.
“Strike one, my little princess. I’m your dark lord here, and if I want you naked, you will be. You’ll pay for that,” he hissed, a slight hint of excitement making his voice rise despite his deep tone.
He undid her legs, but with her wrists together, still loosely bound to a single post, he flipped her body, her arms crossing, until she sprawled on her stomach on the bed. He pushed her legs apart, and tied each of them again.
Pushing her face into the pillows, he tugged on her hair, and whispered into her ear, “Don’t speak to me again in such a tone. In fact, you don’t
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