by Capps, Bonny
It’s unfortunate that her father couldn’t pay up. I won’t kill her. No, not yet. I will use her as ransom until I receive the money that I’m owed, and then I will decide whether or not I will free her. In the meantime, I’m excited to have my very own toy. It’s not that I don’t catch the attention of plenty of beautiful women; my job keeps me wealthy and my looks do charm, but if they were to see the monster that I am, they would run screaming. Amelia will see me for who I am, though. I’m not in the business of raping women. Call me narcissistic, but I am more than capable of getting what I want. Even if little Amelia doesn’t know it yet.
I drive the hour that it takes for me to get to my home, which is nestled away in the mountains. There are no neighbors for miles, which was important in order for me to execute my job properly. My home certainly isn’t modest by any stretch. It’s huge and surrounded by windows - looking serene from the outside and the interior looking pristine and modern. I don’t do dirty, and when I’m not mutilating people, I’m going over my house with a fine toothed comb or working out in my lavish gym to obtain my strength.
I wrap one arm around her back and tuck the other under her legs as I lift her. Her head rests against my chest as her stilettos click together with each step that I take. I enter the house and support her weight with one arm as I silence the alarm system. I make my way to the master bedroom, laying her down on the black, satin comforter. I walk swiftly to my closet to retrieve the chain that will confine her to this beautiful prison. After I remove her shoes, I slowly run a finger over the curve of her foot, causing her to stir.
I have a drawer full of clothes for her already. I know her size, her favorite color – white. I know everything about her, all from watching from afar. Watching her shop, and watching her play piano beautifully. Thankfully, my grand piano will come to some good use. I play occasionally, but watching her naked form play will be a beautiful sight. Just the thought makes my cock twitch.
I run my hands up her legs to her petite waist, then over the curve of her ample breasts and continuing on to her milky white throat. She squirms and arches her back, her breasts rising and falling with each shallow breath that she takes.
I sigh as I remove my hands and adjust my needy cock. I will have her, soon. It’s just a matter of time.
Chapter Four: Amelia
MY HEAD IS POUNDING. I don’t want to open my eyes, even as the sun calls to me. I drank way to much last night, and I’m seriously regretting it. I raise my arms over my head and stretch my body, feeling something foreign and heavy wrapped around my ankle.
“Good morning.” A deep voice says, startling me from my usual “wake up” routine.
My eyes dart open searching for the source.
It’s a man. A gorgeous man. I can see the shade of his forest green eyes from where I am on the bed and his dark blonde hair is stylishly unkempt. He’s wearing a white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up at the elbows and blue jeans. His muscles are evident, even the fabric of the starched material of the shirt cannot hide them. He’s like a Greek god. His jaw is strong and well defined, his nose perfectly placed above beautifully curved lips. I’ve never met a man that looks like him. Not once. It should be a sin.
However, there is something sinister hiding under that beauty. I can’t put my finger on it – but danger emanates from him, so strong that the air in the room crackles with the energy that he puts off.
My eyes linger on him momentarily before travelling to my surroundings. The room has white walls and there is a single abstract painting above the black dresser across from the matching four-post bed that I’m currently occupying. A flat screen TV is mounted in the corner of the room and there is a large white bearskin rug draped over the shiny black tile. The modern room is sparse, other than a bookshelf stocked with literature.
My eyes fall to the weight on my ankle and I gasp when I realize that I’m chained to the handsome stranger’s bed.
My eyes dart to his, “Who-who are you?”
He smiles as he approaches me, “My name is Gabriel – Gabe for short - but you will refer to me as Master.”
The bed dips when he sits beside me and I quickly gather my knees to my chest, “What am I doing here?”
“All in due time, sweet Amelia. Right now I would like for you to bathe and change into the clothes that I have laid out for you. Then we will go have brunch.”
He stands and reaches towards my ankle. My breath hitches as I attempt to scramble to the headboard like a frightened animal before he grasps my ankle and pulls me towards him, my back hitting the mattress. He places his hands on each side of my head as his large form leans over mine.
His face is about an inch from mine as his breath spreads across my lips, “You will not run from your Master. If I choose to touch you,” He pauses as he runs a large hand down my side, causing my body to tremble profusely, “then I will.”
I part my lips – I want to scream, but I’m too afraid to. I don’t want to piss this psycho off. My brain springs forward into survival mode. I’m a logical person, currently I’m up against a huge guy who could very well kill me. I have to be smart.
“Okay.” I manage to squeak out through trembling lips, as I nod my head haltingly, “Okay.”
“Yes, Master.” He growls, correcting me.
“Y-yes Master.” I whimper.
He smiles deviously and stands straight before smoothing his shirt. He retrieves a key from his pocket and unlocks the restraint.
“Get on your hands and knees and crawl behind me.”
I nod and he gives me a look full of warning.
“Yes, Master.” I whisper as I sink to the floor onto my shaky limbs. I crawl behind him, the spaces between the tiles biting into my knees.
Once in the bathroom, my nose fills with the aroma of sweet vanilla.
“Stand.” He orders, and I oblige. In front of me sits a large, white bear claw bathtub with steam rising from it. White rose petals float around accompanying the sheen from the oils he had put into the water. The white walls and black tile match the adjoining bedroom. There is a vanity and shower, along with the toilet. The tub is in the center of the room with a large painting behind it, it is immaculate. I can’t help but wonder if he has a maid who could possibly help me.
“Undress.” He says from behind me. I shake my head as I cross my arms over my chest, turning to face him.
He walks towards me and his breath once again invades my space as he towers over me, my body merely becoming a part of the shadow that his large frame casts.
“Amelia, undress. Now.” He growls, filling my entire body with more trepidation than I ever thought possible.
A sob escapes me as I slowly begin removing my tank and jeans. I’m left in my black strapless bra and matching panties. I hear him sigh as I look down at my feet. He reaches behind me and unclasps my bra, allowing it to fall onto the plush white rug in front of the bathtub.
I whimper as he hooks his thumbs into the sides of my panties and begins lowering them. My breath hitches as the cold air hits my most intimate parts. The tears fall uncontrollably as he helps me step out of my last piece of clothing. He is stealing the first sight of my body, taking more than I’ve ever offered any man. I feel my knees give way and he catches my fall, lifting me up and lowering me into the warmth of the water.
I gasp when I see my favorite body wash, conditioner and other toiletries lined up on the shelf beside the tub.
“You know,” He says, pausing as he pours water over my hair, “your time here will go a lot easier if you behave. While you’re here, you belong to me. You are mine.”
Chapter Five: Gabe
“YOU LOOK LOVELY.” I say as Amelia steps out of the bathroom wearing the sheer, white nightgown ending right below the soft curve of her ass, her pink nipples displaying beautifully from below. I want nothing more than to draw them into my eager mouth while I hold the weight of her breasts in my palms.
I stand from where I’ve been sitting at the edge o
f the bed and approach her. I wiped all of the gaudy makeup from her milky skin and she is now bare to me. No more mask to hide her natural beauty.
“Come here.” I whisper, and she hesitantly approaches.
Her eyes do not leave mine; the lovely brown orbs filled with absolute terror, but a glint of determination. She is strong willed, this I will learn with time, but the fact that she seems to look straight through me is unnerving.
Her breath halts as I run my hands down her sides and her body immediately begins to tremble at my touch. “You’re absolutely stunning.” I whisper into her ear.
I inhale the sweet smell of her hair; it carries the same smell that it did when I took her last night. Her scent is forever imbedded in my senses.
“Are you hungry?” I ask tacitly. She doesn’t answer, but the growl from her stomach tells me she is.
I take her hand and lead her out of the bedroom, down the stairs and into the breakfast area. The room has a round table in the center with windows surrounding it, looking out to the vast wilderness outside. I turn to face her, watching with amusement as the hope drains from her eyes.
“There is no escaping, my sweet Amelia. It’s just us here. Your screams will be unheard, your pleas unanswered.”
Finally, she breaks down. The quiet sobs and slight trembling in the bathroom earlier were nothing compared to this moment. No. Now her body shakes emphatically as she wails in frustration. I was beginning to wonder what was wrong with her, she seemed only a little responsive to her current circumstance. But now, she is afraid, and soon her fight-or-flight will kick in.
A sob racks through her body as I hold her to my chest and gently stroke her hair, “Shhh.” I whisper.
After several minutes, her sobs begin to slow as she grips at the fabric at my back. I grab her arms and forcefully place them at her sides before looking into her sad, brown eyes, “You do not touch your Master unless he gives you permission.” I brush a kiss across her forehead and sit her in the chair before placing a plate of fruit in front of her.
I hear her gasp as she examines the dish, full of her favorite fruits – strawberries and blueberries.
I place her long hair over her shoulder before leaning down and kissing her neck. “Your favorite.” I whisper, and she shudders in response.
“Have you been stalking me?” She asks incredulously.
“Yes.” I respond.
I make my way across the table with a mug of coffee and take a seat. I watch her intently as she hesitantly pushes a strawberry into her mouth and delicately bites down, the juices wetting her plump lips.
She quickly places the remainder of the berry back onto the plate as she chews slowly, her eyes locked onto the fruit.
“Do you have any more questions for me?” I ask.
Her eyes travel up to mine as she contemplates what she should ask her captor.
“Why me?”
I take a sip of coffee, my eyes not leaving hers.
“Your father owes me money.” I respond dryly.
“Oh.” She whispers, her gaze dropping to her plate of food once more.
“Anything else?” I ask.
She takes a moment to conjure up the words. “Are we going to…”
A rose color spreads across her cheeks.
“Am I going to fuck you? Yes, I am.” I respond simply.
Her mouth drops open in response to my blunt response as I rest my elbows on the table and lean forward, “I will not rape you, but I will fuck you. I do not rape women - I will, however, inspire the need in you. You will beg for me. You will beg for me to bury myself inside of your sweet pussy and you’ll scream for more.”
“I will not!” She snaps, her face twisting into a sneer. I jump from my seat and stalk towards her.
I grip her arms and pull her to her feet. She shrieks as my fingers dig into her arms, “Would you like to test your theory, Amelia?”
She struggles to breathe as her wide, frightened gaze locks onto mine, “I-I won’t! I would never-”
I smirk as I hoist her over my shoulder and march up the stairs.
Once in the master bedroom, I throw her body onto the bed. Before she has time to grasp her current situation, I have the gown over her head and use it to swiftly tie her wrists to the headboard. She lets out a whimper as my hands travel from her face, to her neck and then I grasp the weight of her ample breasts in each of my palms. Her body quivers beneath me as I nip at her neck, feeling her pulse beat rapidly beneath my hungry lips.
I sit up and admire her writhing body. She’s fighting her natural urges, and we just can’t have that.
I move downward as my fingers trail to the lacy, white panties that I’ve chosen for her. With one swift pull, they are yanked from her body.
I smile slyly, “We’ll need to get you more of those. I like ripping them from your body like a man gone mad.”
I pry open her thighs and admire her pink, sweet pussy. My cock twitches at the sight of the juices that trickle from her.
I tick my tongue, “Sweet Amelia. My darling, your pussy is already deceiving you.”
“No.” She whispers as tears seep from her wide eyes.
“Yes, Amelia.”
I pin her shaking knees to the mattress - opening her up completely, before dipping my head down and inhaling her sweet scent.
She quivers as my breath touches her intimate opening. I sigh as I run my tongue deep into her soft, slick folds. She squirms at first, then shutters as a moan escapes her luscious lips. I go straight for her bundle of nerves and offer gentle flicks of the tip of my tongue. Her back arches with need.
I remove a hand from her knee and I’m pleasantly surprised when it stays in place. I run my fingers over her soft inner thigh until I reach her opening. She sighs as I sink a finger in, I’m happy to feel her tight muscles contracting around it as I move in and out of her.
I lift my head and watch with pleasure as her eyes roll to the back of her head, her hips meeting the rhythm of my finger as I fuck her with my hand.
“You’re a virgin.” I whisper and she nods her head.
“Y-yes.”
I smile at her want and suddenly withdraw my finger. She whimpers and her once arched back meets the mattress once more.
I stand, trying to ignore my throbbing cock. It’s hard as a rock, but she must learn her lesson.
“You will learn to not deny me, Amelia.”
Chapter Six: Amelia
I LIE STARING AT THE CEILING, thinking about what led me here.
My father’s mistakes. I feel like a fool for working so hard over the years, only to be handled so aggressively by a man who holds me captive. The years that I’ve spent sheltered, all of the hard work… this is what it has all amounted to.
Not to mention the fact that he built up so much need in me. A need that I never knew existed. In a sick, terrible way – I want him to touch me again. I want to feel his mouth there once more. I want to feel the need wind up so much that it finally gives way and bursts into tiny stars. He’s sexy. He’s demanding. He’s absolutely beautiful. He also brought me so close to the shore, only to leave me in the deep to drown. Now I’m panting like a dumbass, craving his touch.
No. I’m an idiot if I want what he can give me. He’s kidnapped me and forcefully touched me, regardless of whether or not it was pleasant. I didn’t ask for it. I… I didn’t want it.
You’re lying, Amelia.
Furthermore, why would my father owe this man money?
Gabe. Who is Gabe?
I jump when the door creaks open and Gabe comes sauntering in. It looks as if he just worked out. He’s wearing sweatpants, tennis shoes and no shirt. He is everything muscle; strong arms leading to a broad chest, and from there, narrowed hips. His body calls to me, and I can feel the moisture between my legs once more. My breathing picks up as I squeeze my thighs together.
His eyes travel down my nude body as he stalks towards the bed. His hair is unruly from the hours he must have been gone working out
and his body is glistening from the sweat.
My eyes stay locked onto his, and the bed dips as he lays on his stomach. He doesn’t say a word as he pushes my legs apart, and I allow them to fall open. I don’t know why I’m giving in. I want to physically slap some sense into myself, but that’s impossible with my hands being bound.
He runs a finger through my folds and a hushed moan escapes my lips. My eyelids begin to fall as lust overtakes me.
“Do you want me to help you escape?” He whispers and I shake my head - knowing he doesn’t mean opening the door and letting me go.
“No?” He asks and begins circling my clit with his thumb.
If he wants me to give him the okay to touch me… pleasure me… I can’t. I can’t, but dammit, my mind is screaming. I feel the warmth spread through me as my body recognizes the impending orgasm. What would I be if I told him yes? Weak? Disgusting? I hate this ping-pong match occurring with my conscience.
“You want this, Amelia. Don’t deny it.” He says casually as he stops all movement.
Tears begin to leak from my eyes once more, because I know that I’m going to give in eventually, because my damned body loves nothing more than to betray me. So, I do. I can’t continue to let him torment me in this way. He wants me to submit? I will, selfishly. I will pretend that he’s my lover. Not my captor.
“Yes.” I rasp.
“What was that?” He asks.
“Yes, Master.” I whisper.
He begins circling my clit in slow motions once more, “Yes Master, what?”
I moan as he quickens the pace, “I-I don’t want you to stop Master, please.”
He inserts a finger inside of my entrance and I buck my hips.