Once again, fear consumed Cassandra's mind. The bad guys were hot on their heels and she knew it. She pushed her food around the paper plate and choked on her emotions. Anthony reached over and held her hand. Cassandra knew if it weren't for him, she'd go crazy. More than ever, she craved her medication, but understood why she couldn't have it. That girl was gone, somehow, she changed, and it scared her shitless.

"Now what?" she asked in hopes of answers. He knew much more than she did, and yet she knew someone out there knew more than he did. It confused her.

"We wait," he answered.

Anthony laid on the blankets. Cassandra crawled toward him and nestled herself into his arms. She closed her eyes and could still smell the lake all over their skin. She remembered jumping back into the water, naked, after their sex ended. A smile stretched across her face.

He turned and faced her. His fingers traced her nose and trailed down her jawline. Anthony brushed the hair out of her eyes before he leaned over and kissed her. Heat filled Cassandra. There was no way she could lose her virginity and die in the same day, she thought. She now lived a nightmare, everything scared her, except him.

"You look pretty comfortable for a kidnapped girl," he joked.

He pulled her closer to him and she laughed. "If it makes you feel better," she suggested, "you can always tie me up." Cassandra giggled, but then stopped. She wondered how she could flirt when her life was on the line.

Anthony pushed her away and stood up. "You want it rough, huh?" He sounded harsh, but his grin gave him away.

"No. But, I am getting a little too comfy for a hostage."

"You're not a hostage, girl," his eyes sparkled in the moonlight as he spoke. "You're my slave. My sex-slave."

Cassandra blushed and batted her lashes. Excitement rushed through her bones at the thought. She licked her lips then blew him a kiss. Anthony rummaged through the abandoned office. His laughter echoed through the room, and she wondered what he found.

He stood in front of her and pulled her to her feet. "What are you doing?"

Anthony held Cassandra's face and kissed her. His lips pressed hard into hers. His tongue jammed down her throat, almost choking her. She coughed, and he smiled. "Take your clothes off," Anthony demanded.

She sensed the authority in his voice but knew she wouldn't obey if he truly tortured her. "No," she said as she planted her feet on the floor and crossed her arms.

"What was that? Listen bitch," he couldn't control his laughter. "I said take your clothes off."

Cassandra stood still. He reached for the gun hoisted in his jeans and her clothes quickly fell off. He pulled her into him and unfastened her bra. His warm fingers gave her goosebumps. Cassandra slid her fingers between her flesh and the trim of her panties. Anthony's breath burned on her neck and the panties dropped. Cassandra stood naked, just like he requested.

Anthony pulled something out of his pocket. She couldn't see in the darkness, but a cloth of some sort covered her eyes. Her nipples stood erect. He took her hands and pulled them behind her. Anthony tied her wrists together, and the rope itched her already raw skin.

He licked her lips and she responded by opening her mouth. Cassandra felt his thumb move up her chin and into her mouth. It was salty, but she sucked it. Anthony pushed her to her knees. His clothing brushed against her as they fell to the floor.

His hand reached behind her head and held it in place. Anthony's dick rubbed against Cassandra's lips, and just like his thumb, she accepted it. He tilted her head back, "Open up as wide as you can," he instructed her.

She'd never done that before. As scary as it was, it thrilled her at the same time. Moisture built up between her legs as he thrust himself down her throat. Cassandra coughed for real. She tried to speak but couldn't.

His hands cuffed her face and his stomach pressed against her nose. Tears dripped down onto his hands, and drool spilled out of her mouth. Cassandra choked on his erection, her breasts were so hard they hurt.

Anthony released her, and she took a deep breath. He yanked her elbows and forced her to stand and walk with him. He lowered Cassandra's torso onto the desk. "Spread your legs for me," he said.

Anthony adjusted her defenseless body. His finger slipped inside her folds, pulling her juices out. "Mmm," she moaned. He continued, in and out as she burned with desire. He didn't warn or tease her, but Anthony thrusted his large cock deep and fast. "Ouch," she cried out.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I forgot you're not used to this." He didn't let up, just inched further and further. Cassandra took another deep breath as the pain eased.

Anthony reached around and aroused her button. The room spun, and she felt lightheaded. Something amazing happened, her first orgasm. She felt his hand on her back. "Oh my God," she whimpered.

He wasn't finished yet. Anthony released himself from her and whipped off her blindfold. He spun her around and sat her on the desk. Her ass neared the edge. Cassandra feared falling off, but his strong arms held onto her.

Anthony dipped in again, slowly at first, then building speed. Her breast heaved in excitement. Cassandra leaned against her fists. He pulled her waist into him and his explosion caused her body to shake.

Cassandra shivered as Anthony carried her over to the blanket and laid her down. She assumed it was over, but he remained between her shaky legs. After violently kissing her, Anthony lowered himself.

He kissed her inner thighs and scooted his hands beneath her, lifting her ass off the floor. He raised her vagina to his mouth. Anthony's tongue caressed every inch of her. She arched her back and felt herself come again.

They rested for a moment, but Anthony still hovered over her. Their breathing was the only sound in the room. Anthony adjusted himself and teased her with the head of his dick. "Please," she begged.

He pushed into Cassandra once again. Her legs wrapped around his back. They rocked back and forth for what seemed like an eternity until they both exploded. Anthony collapsed beside her. Cassandra tried to speak but the weight of the day, and the euphoria of their sex, caused her eyes to close. Sleep found them both.