Chapter Nine
Abe moved away from Bethany’s pussy with a strength he hadn’t known he possessed. He was hard, so fucking stiff that he wanted to shove his cock deep inside of her without thinking any more about it. The sight of her tied to the headboard, every inch of her body on display for his visual pleasure, was slowly draining his self-control, and he had been using self-control around her. He moved away from the bed and over to the small dresser. Inside he grabbed a tie, one that had been here when he’d purchased the place years ago, and went back over to her.
Now that he had Bethany here, ready and willing—to a point—that urge to show her who was in charge reared its head. She fought him, but that was human nature, and of course she was frightened. He made no qualms over the fact that taking her the way he had was good, but he wanted her. That was enough for him to do whatever the fuck he wanted. In his miserable life he had never desired anything like he did Bethany. Fucking women for the sole purpose of getting off had been the extent of his relationships with the opposite sex. Then he had seen her, knew he wanted her, but as time progressed he watched the person she really was come out when no one was watching.
Her gaze kept bouncing from his face to what he held and he entertained the thought that she would most likely tell him she didn’t want it, but he was done playing games. She had been here long enough to realize if this was what she wanted. She might cry at times, and miss the only life she had ever known, but she had also wanted out of there as much as she wanted to take her next breath. Here she was, ready for his taking, and that was confirmed when he looked between her legs that were still spread, saw how red and wet she was, and knew she ached for him. He did admit it surprised him when he found out she was a squirter, and the fact that he had been the one to force that from her pleased him greatly.
He moved closer to her so he was now at the head of the bed.
“I don’t want that,” she said softly, but he could see the way her pulse beat rapidly at the base of her throat, and noticed the way she pressed her thighs together.
“Lift your head,” he said without breaking eye contact. He expected her to argue and fight some more, because although she wanted this she also was stubborn, and rightly so, he supposed. He wouldn’t have enjoyed it this much if she had just surrendered without showing him how strong she really was. But he was immensely pleased when she obeyed right away. He slipped the black tie over her eyes and secured it behind her head. He wanted her to have a little sensory deprivation, to realize that she needed to follow her body’s reactions. He wanted her to feel everything he did to her. He didn’t want her thinking about anything else, seeing anything that didn’t directly result from what he was doing to her. He noticed that her breathing increased and she sawed her legs up and down on the sheets slightly.
When he moved back on the bed he placed a hand on each of her knees and wrenched them open. She stiffened for only a second before she took his silent cue and relaxed. With her legs now open for him once more, he settled between them. Abe stared right at her cunt, felt his cock throb and his balls draw up. Shit, he wanted to fuck her, and claim her like some kind of wild animal. She was all smooth and pink, glistening with the wetness that he had caused. She was primed for him, so soaked that there was a wet spot on the mattress beneath her, but he was going to fill her up with so much of his cum that her pussy would be covered in it. It would be his mark on her body, and she’d smell just like him. The primal male part of him roared out at that thought.
“Your cunt is a pretty shade of pink, Bethany.” He moved his gaze from between her thighs to her heaving breasts. He lifted his hand and ran his finger down the center of her cunt. Her body visibly shook and he had to curl his other hand into a tight fist to try and grapple with his control. Placing his thumb on her clit, he applied pressure while he slid his index finger over her wet slit and circled it around the opening of her vagina. He slipped his finger into the wet, hot depth of her body, and grunted when she seemed to suck his finger deeper into her pussy.
He finger-fucked her in long strokes and rubbed her clit at the same time. Pre-cum slipped from the tip of his cock when he heard the breathy little cries that came from her. Taking hold of the root of his dick, he tightened his fingers around his aching member. He could have come just from watching his finger move in and out of her cunt. But he wouldn’t come, not until he was buried completely in her pussy, and she was begging him for more.
“Tell me, Bethany, fucking tell me what I want to hear.” He slammed his finger in and out of her, and then added another finger. She was tight, so fucking tight that he found himself jerking off. “Tell me.” He roared out the words, getting pissed and even more aroused that she was denying him this.
“God, yes, yes I want this.” She cried out the words. “I want you to help me escape all of this, to take me to another life.” He could see wetness slide out from under the tie, knew she was crying, but also knew it was because that confession had most likely opened up that realization inside of her. She squirmed on the bed, and her breasts were thrust out, her nipples hard as rocks.
He leaned forward and dragged his tongue over one of them. She arched into his mouth and he groaned against her flesh. It was so smooth, so sweet. While he sucked and licked at her, he continued to stroke his cock with fervor. “You’re so good. So mine.” He moved his mouth lower until he hovered right over her pussy. In a quick move he sucked at her soaked, swollen flesh. He circled her clit again, harder and faster, trying to draw out her pleasure.
Christ.
Abe didn’t know if he could have held out much longer. He broke away and latched his mouth onto hers. He swallowed her moan, and felt his own need to be buried inside of her mounting to an uncomfortable level. He pulled away from her, aligned his cock with the entrance of her pussy, and slowly started to push inside.
“Wait. God, wait.”
He looked at her face and saw the beads of sweat lined along her brow.
“What about pregnancy? STDs?” She swallowed loud enough that he heard it, and hard enough that he saw her throat work up and down.
“That’s the last thing you need to worry about, but you’re on the shot, and I’m clean.” He knew everything about her, and so even that small, personal detail didn’t go unnoticed by him. But he hadn’t fucked anyone for over a year, hadn’t even wanted to because she was all he wanted. He pushed forward, felt the resistance from her body, and from the fact she was pleading with him. “It’s good, Bethany. Christ, it is so fucking good.” He couldn’t go slow, and couldn’t be easy with her. This was a year in the making, and he had waited long enough. He placed a hand on each of her thighs and continued to push deep into her. “Shhh,” he tried to calm her. She moaned and thrashed her head back and forth, but she never told him to stop. He had meant it when he said he wouldn’t rape her, and maybe to some this was just the same—dubious consent. But she wanted this, and had finally told him so, too.
She still had on the blindfold and he had the urge to rip the fucking thing off so he could look in her eyes. He held off though, because he wanted her to feel the experience, and feel what the fuck he was doing to her. Even with the tie still wrapped around her eyes and the darkness of the room, he could see that her cheeks were flushed and that her hairline was wet from perspiration. And then he let loose and fucked her in long, hard strokes. Over and over he plowed into her, loving the sounds of pleasure and pain she made, how she asked him to stop, but begged him to go on. He was sweating, and the beads of wetness slid down the length of his spine and covered his forehead. He was going to come sooner rather than later, and it was going to be the sweetest fucking thing.
It was like an animal broke free inside of him and he reached out and tore the tie from around her head. She looked at him with a wide, frightened expression, blinked a few times, and when he thrust especially hard into her he loved that her eyes rolled back into her head. He undid the restraints binding her wrists together, and once her hands were free she let them fall to her side and bunched the sheets in her grasp. He pulled out only long enough to take hold of her hips, flip her onto her belly, and kick her legs apart again with his knee. Her ass was generous, and the fleshy mounds shook from the sudden movement. Abe slipped his finger through her slit, gathered her moisture, and used his other hand to spread her ass apart. Then he moved his cream-soaked digit to her anus, and ran the tip along the puckered hole.
“I’m going to fuck your ass before we are finished here, Bethany.” He placed the tip of his cock back at her pussy, held onto her waist, and thrust into her in one deep, hard move. Her cry was muffled because her face was pressed against the mattress, but he heard her nonetheless. Pumping into her fast and hard, he quickly undid the restraint around her wrists, grabbed her hands, and kept them bound to her lower back with one of his hands. She turned her head to the side, opened her mouth, and sucked in air.
“I want to fuck you in your tight little ass, baby.” He slammed into her, held his position for a second, and then pulled out slowly again. But Abe couldn’t stop staring at the puckered hole of her bottom, and couldn’t rid himself of the urges of sliding his cock inside of her. He slipped the same pussy-cream-slicked finger over her anus again, teased the hole, and then slipped it inside.
He couldn’t stop the strangled noise that came from him when she tightened her inner muscles around him. He pumped into her over and over again, slowing his speed as he watched himself fuck her asshole at the same time. He stilled completely and spread her ass as far as it would go. When he pulled out of her body, he immediately gathered more of her wetness and smoothed it over her anus until the hole glistened with her arousal. His cock was already soaked from fucking her, and he knew he had enough lube to not hurt her. He might have taken her against her will, but he wasn’t a sadist in the sense that he wanted her hurt solely for his pleasure.
“God, baby.” He slipped his finger inside of her until he was two knuckles deep and groaned. “You have no idea how much it turns me on seeing you this vulnerable.” He removed the digit and replaced it with the thick crown of his erection. He still had hold of her wrists, and to see her like this, her muscles straining from the position, and his dick right at the entrance of her bottom, had him about to come right there, before he even plunged into her. There was resistance as he pushed through the tight ring of muscle, and then he was fully in her. He only gave her a few seconds to adjust to his size before he started moving in and out very slowly. He didn’t want to cause any unjust discomfort, but he was barely holding on. After several minutes, when he felt her start to relax, he picked up his speed and plowed into her. His balls slapped her moist pussy, and every muscle and tendon in his body was strung tight.
He was crazed in his movements, pounding into her body like he owned it. But he did own her, every part of her. “Yeah, that’s so fucking it. I’m going to come, baby.”
He used his other hand and gripped a chunk of her hair, pulled her head back until her throat was arched, and groaned out. Her ass tightened around his cock and he growled, thrusting several more times into her before pulling out right at the last minute. He took hold of the base of his dick and stroked himself feverishly until white arcs of cum came out of the tip of his cock and covered her ass. His orgasm went on and on, and he watched in a euphoric, drugged-out haze as his semen slid down the crease of her ass and covered her pussy. He moved back on his haunches and looked at her body covered in his cum. As much as he wanted to have her stay like that, marked by him in the most erotic way, he bent over off the bed and grabbed a rag. She was trying to catch her breath, but her eyes were closed and she stayed on her belly. Once he had her cleaned up, he slipped into bed beside her and pulled her close. She didn’t fight him, and for that he was thankful, but he also didn’t trust her not to run off—not yet, at least. Over time he would gain her trust, but right now she still needed to be restrained. He moved toward the end of the bed and grabbed the leather cuff and chain that was bolted to the wall. Once he had the cuff around her ankle and locked, he moved back up toward her. She was staring at him, and he was surprised that she hadn’t tried kicking him, or running.
“What would be the point? You’d just catch me.” She said the words softly, and turned her head the other way while still staying on her belly.
She was right. He would have stopped her before she even left the room, but if by some miracle she got out of the cabin, he’d just find her. This place was in the middle of nowhere, despite it being only a few hours from her parents’ home. He pulled the sheets up and over them and lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. After several minutes he turned onto his side and wrapped his arm around her waist. He felt her stiffen, had known this was going to be the outcome. She had been in the moment with him, but most likely she was thinking about what they had done and processing her reaction to it all. He pulled her close and tucked her against his chest. It felt so good with her this close to him, and finally having her in this way. But even being physical with her didn’t mean he had her heart, and ultimately that was what he wanted.
He smoothed a hand over her hair, and after several long minutes he felt her relax against him as her exhaustion finally won. But there would be a time when he unchained her and dealt with the fallout if she did decide to run. What he knew without a doubt was that he wasn’t going to let her go.