I just pushed back against his fingers, fucking back against them as he brought me closer to orgasm and oblivion with each thrust of his fingers. He obviously had experience. And, it was also obvious he knew what he was doing when he played my body perfectly. His other hand went up to my breast, massaging one and then the other. The fabric against my nipples and the way his calloused fingers started to manipulate them, had me crying out in pleasure now instead of sorrow.
I clenched around his fingers, and I bit my bottom lip, hoping not to get any louder. He didn’t pressure me, and instead his fingers took me over the edge and into pleasure as I cried out, orgasming around his two fingers as they continued to thrust in and out. Just slower now. I could feel him smiling against my neck as he kissed me again.
“Good girl.” He said, and heat flooded my cheeks as he took his fingers from my broken flower.
He held me a little tighter for a few more moments. He eventually moved me aside, and I closed my eyes, laying back on the bed. I couldn’t look at him, and my blushing wouldn’t subside. I felt like I couldn’t breathe until he closed the door behind him and I heard that all too familiar click. I knew I was alone in the room and locked in again, but just him being away from me both ached and made me feel free.
I started to cry again, but they were silent, frustrated tears this time. Shame washed over me. Not just for orgasming around his fingers, but that I had let myself find comfort and pleasure at the hands of a stranger who’d stolen me from everything I knew. Yet, even now I ached. My wetness wouldn’t subside, and I wanted him back. I wanted to be held for a little while longer. For once in my life, someone had told me it would all be okay, and I wanted him back.
Andrew: Twisting Love
I knew she wanted me back that night, but I couldn’t go. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to pound into her until all she could cry out was Master or Daddy, but she needed to come to terms. She ended up crying herself to sleep, and I had done nothing to stop it. Throughout the day when she woke up, I had watched her barely leave that teddy bear alone to shower. She had sat it up on the bed, and she had hesitantly left the bed to go and shower.
She was now clean and sitting on the bed. Her food was almost untouched, and I frowned. She’d need to eat to keep up her strength when I exhausted her, but I knew we could address that later. I could see the desperate way Alina looked around. She was aching for me, and that made my cock harden, straining against my pants. As I opened the door, she looked at me with those wide, doe-like eyes. She hugged her teddy bear a little closer.
“I’m glad you are finding comfort in it.” I said softly, and she looked at me, shell shocked.
I didn’t plan to stay long, but I crossed the room to her. I tilted her chin up, making sure she had no choice but to look at me, and I looked into her eyes deeply before I kissed her. My lips brushed against hers, and it was better than kissing her neck the other night. She kissed me back, which was a pleasant surprise. I smirked into the kiss, and I could feel her responding. I knew she was shutting her brain down again.
She didn’t want to deal with her thoughts. All she wanted to do was concentrate on the sensation I was giving her, and I was fine with that. Her mind would come later. I pushed her back against the bed as I kissed her, leaving her breathless as my tongue caressed her own, and I yanked her dress up again. Her legs fell open even as a small tear trailed down her cheek. I broke the kiss to kiss it away. She arched from the bed as my fingers journeyed to stroke her clit again.
She moaned, and her eyes were still closed. I teasingly slid my fingers up and down her slit, my fingers eagerly trying to sense the familiar wet silk, the evidence of her desire for me, which betrayed her body. But she did nothing besides shiver. I kissed her neck, nipping lightly causing a flighty gasp to escape her lips. I groaned a little as I started to tweak and pull at her nipples. She was getting wetter. I could feel it, and I wanted to shove my cock into her, but instead I pulled away. I grabbed her hand, putting it over my zipper so she could see what she did to me.
“I want you, but not yet.” I said in a husky tone. It was hard to stay restrained, and yet I would do it until I knew I wouldn’t break her by taking her. I didn’t want to break her just yet. Her eyes flew open and widened.
“Check the bag.” I said, referring to the bag I had set down on the table when I came in, but I doubted she had noticed. I didn’t care. She’d see the vibrator I left her. Just because I was frustrated, I didn’t want her to be. I forced myself out of the room, knowing she’d see it just as I wanted her to. She’d acknowledge my restraint and my gift as another gesture of kindness, and that allowed me to walk away. For now.
Alina: Distrust in Yourself
How can I trust myself like this? I couldn’t help but to think about it. It just didn’t make sense. I was aching for a man that I had no need to ache for. I should be aching for fresh air. I should be aching for freedom again, but every time I thought about my life before there was only more depression. It wasn’t that the life I had was any better than the one I was living now.
At least now I knew that I’d be able to get fed three times a day, and in a way there was less pressure as well. I didn’t like that it made me feel better, but I didn’t want to intentionally make myself feel bad either. I hugged my teddy bear close to me most of the time, just like now. I know that I had two meals already, and so it was about time for my third. My stomach was just starting to growl, and so I waited. My heart was pounding, wondering if the food would be slid in through the opening or if I’d actually get a visit. Things had been quiet for two more days. I had used the vibrator to calm down, but I hadn’t touched it sense. It made my heart flutter and my stomach clench in shame.
“Lonely?” Came a voice, startling me awake.
I looked to see Andrew there, staring at me. I don’t know when I had fallen asleep, but I was once again clutching my teddy bear to my chest snuggled under the blankets. I nodded. There was no sense in lying. I couldn’t put on a face twenty-four hours a day, and I knew he had been watching me. I didn’t plan to elaborate either.
“I’m here if you’d like to talk now.” He said, but I shrugged. His eyes narrowed for a moment, and his nostrils flared. I could tell that the answer wasn’t what he wanted, and I did my best not to wince. He was still a variable that I didn’t know what to think on.
“I have something for you.” Andrew said, making me look at him sharply, waiting. He showed me his hands were empty, and I didn’t see him carry anything with him. I looked to see if he put it on the floor or the table. He seemed amused by the way a small smirk played at the corner of his lips.
“No, it’s not something I brought.” He said, clearly amused as I got out of the bed.
I didn’t notice that I had been naked until the covers slipped from me. I had forgotten. I looked at the night gown-like dress that was right beside me on the bed. I flushed, hating that I had forgotten it before I quickly put it on. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. I could tell he was hard, but once again he contained himself for a reason that I couldn’t quite understand. I was thankful for it. At least, I thought so, but there was no denying my own wetness.
“We are going outside.” He said, and he must have seen a glimmer in my eyes.
“If you try to escape, I will cut you down.” He said, showing me a pistol that he had on him. My blood went cold, but I wanted to go out so badly that I went to get my shoes anyways.
“Do you understand me?” He asked.
“Yes.” I whispered before he offered me his hand.
I hesitated to take it, but I did eventually, and that’s when he took me outside. I don’t know what I was expecting, but the hallway wasn’t dismal. It was well lit, and it looked like I was in a normal home the moment I was out of that room. My grip tightened on his hand, but he just seemed to smile a little wider as he led me through the hallway. We passed a few locked doors, and I couldn’t help but to wonder if there was someone else locked in that room as well. I shuddered, but he just pulled me closer. We passed a kitchen, and it was rustic. Just like the living room, but I had expected him to take me out back. He didn’t.
I was led through the front door. There was a dirt road that led into the woods, and the sun was starting to set. I looked for a driveway, but there was only that dirt path, and I could see a truck parked a short distance away. I couldn’t hear anyone or anything. There was no road nearby that I could hear
, and it settled on me that he had been telling the truth. I was in the middle of nowhere, and that stung. I looked up at the sky, seeing the sun was sinking low, and it’d be dark soon. I thought coming outside would fill me with hope, and yet if anything, it had filled me with despair.