Dark Wish

What if it won’t end? What if he’ll keep me in these panties forever? Strapped to this bed like a doll he can use whenever he wants?

The mere thought makes me burst into tears. I wish I’d never put on these foul clothes. That I hadn’t given in to the idea of more freedom so easily, because now it’s come back to bite me in the ass. The more I give, the more he’s willing to take … but at what cost? My sanity?

I writhe around on the bed, which is soaked with my pussy juices, hoping I could wriggle my way out of this mess. But no matter how hard I try, I can’t shake off these panties. They’re too tightly wrapped around my thighs.

I groan out loud and blow out a breath while beads of sweat trickle down my back. Never in my life have I come this many times or this hard. Not that I had much experience. Chris never really tried beyond maybe once or twice. He always just fucked and came whenever he wanted, and that was that. I didn’t mind … I could rub one out later when he was asleep.

But now, I have no choice in the matter. No way to stop it all.

If only Chris was here, maybe he’d free me from this mess.

The buzzing continues, harder and harder, and my body quakes like never before. My lungs fill with oxygen as I’m trying to breathe through this sexual energy raging through my body, ravaging all the modesty I had left. When the peak nears, I scream, and I fall apart once again, my eyes almost rolling into the back of my head.

My body falls forward as I hang in the cuffs, willing to give up anything and everything if it meant that this would stop. I would say yes to it all.

I peer through my half-closed eyes as the door cracks open, my body so wasted that I can’t tell if someone is really there or not. The sound of a door closing pulls me back into the here and now, and my eyes burst open.

Eli walks closer, and I instinctively inch back against the wall, but I’m too exhausted to fight. He sits down on the bed beside me. I’d expected him to be ravenous, arrogant, enraged at my will to fight. But the gentleness in his eyes confuses the fuck out of me.

“How many times did you come?” he asks.

“Too many times …” I mutter.

“Have you had enough?”

I nod because I’m too drowsy to speak.

He smiles. “Are you ready to do anything and everything I demand from you?”

My lips part, and my face scrunches up as I try to form the words I so desperately want to speak, but I know it’s a betrayal to my own morals if I do. But what choice do I have when faced with more of this?

“Yes,” I murmur.

I didn’t know I was that easy, that willing to give in. I guess that’s what constant orgasms will do to one’s resolve.

“Ask,” he says.

“Please … can the buzzing stop?” I beg. “I’ll do anything.”

A devilish smile spreads on his lips. “Good little angel,” he says, and he crawls on top of the bed and leans over me. “Because this will be much easier to you if you just give in.”

When he unlatches the cuffs around my wrist, I simply cease to care and let my hands fall down to my sides.

His hand dives into his pocket, and he presses a button. The buzzing stops, and sweet, heavenly bliss follows. My entire pussy feels numb, and my clit is still swollen and raw from all the times I came. But with the buzzing gone, my entire body shakes uncontrollably and tears well up in my eyes.

Eli pulls me into him, wrapping his arms around me as though he wants to hug me. And for some reason, I don’t want to fight it anymore. Instead, I yield into his warm embrace and let the devil comfort me, no matter how evil it is. Tears flow freely as he gently caresses my back, reminding me of what it feels like to be touched by someone. I can’t remember the last time my boyfriend ever touched me like this, so warm and kindly as though there isn’t anything I could do wrong. And it moves me to the point of wanting to hug him back.

But this is my captor. The man who just plucked me out of the library and shoved me into his car. I shouldn’t feel any of these things when I’m around him, and the fact I do makes it even more confusing.

“That’s it, angel … let it all out,” he says, caressing me like I’m his pet.

And I don’t even mind. I’ll take this over that buzzing between my legs any day. In fact, it feels so good that my whole body just relaxes in his arms, like I’ve waited for his embrace since he came into my room. And now my emotions are a whirlwind of a mess.