by Alana Davis
We left the restaurant, and I felt like I floated out, full of fine cooking and expensive white wine. Alex tipped every employee with a hundred dollar bill, including the dishwasher and busboy.
Driving back in the limousine, I rubbed the inner thigh of Alex’s leg, moving my hand higher up his leg with every circular motion. I breathed in on his neck and smelled the sweet scent of his cologne. I wanted him. I needed him. Badly.
He raised his hand and held my face, pulling me close.
“Tonight, you will satisfy my every demand,” Alex said sternly. I nodded my head in agreement and looked down submissively. He then pulled my face down and rested it against his crotch. I could feel his cock grow hard against my face, only separated by a thin piece of cloth. I breathed warmly against it and rubbed my face up and down slowly, teasing Alex. I could feel his grip tighten in my hair until it bordered on painful and I began breathing heavily.
We arrived in the underground garage. Alex walked behind me and we boarded the elevator together. He said nothing and I looked at him pleadingly, awaiting instruction. When the doors opened, he grabbed both of my hands and escorted me upstairs to his room.
“Strip off your clothes, slowly. And do not look at me. You will only look at me when I instruct you to do so. If you wish to speak, you may only say ‘Sir’, to which I will respond and then, and only then, will I allow you to speak. Do you understand?” Alex asked. He was staring at me and I lowered my gaze.
“If you disobey, you will be punished. Nod if you understand.”
I nodded. He backed away and sat on the bed, still fully clothed. I began to peel off my clothes, slowly and delicately. He watched me and I looked up just enough to see the outline of his cock in his pants, poking out and erect. I slipped my panties down to the ground and stepped out of them.
“Pick up your panties,” Alex commanded. I did so. “Now, gag yourself with them.”
I bundled the panties and pushed them in my mouth, tasting the fine fabric soaked with my arousal. My whole body vibrated with want and anticipation. I had to actively focus on not quivering to stop the shaking with how horny I was.
Alex stood up and walked over to me. He turned me around and pushed my head down so that fell to the floor and braced myself with my hands. I was on all fours. I felt two fingers slide up between my pussy lips and I bit down on the panties in my mouth, suppressing a moan. The fingers wetted themselves and then they pushed against my asshole. I felt them press in and I closed my eyes.
Alex slid his fingers slowly into my ass, and then he pulled them out again, just as slowly. His other hand gripped my left ass cheek and moved me back and forth against his fingers. I let out a moan and the fingers slid out of my ass and grabbed me by the hair and pulled my hair back. His other hand slipped around my throat and choked me slightly. I felt dizzy and I let out another moan.
I was lifted into the air and thrown on the bed. Alex pulled my ass high up in the air and massaged my pussy lips with his fingers as he slid his tongue deep in my ass. I began to quiver. I tried to push the orgasm back but it was coming at me. I let out a moan of pleasure and bit down on the panties so hard that I was sure they were torn in half now.
Something pushed into my ass and it was very hard and firm. Alex was working a butt-plug in and it slid in slowly. The pain was there, but it was masked under the tingling sensation that spread throughout my whole body. I could feel my orgasm waiting, taunting me to let go of my focus for a moment and it would explode through me. The butt-plug stopped as it reached its end and Alex lifted my head and turned me around to face him.
He carefully pulled out the panties from my mouth and tossed them aside.
“Beg me to fuck your mouth,” He said.
“Please,” I cried. “Please, fuck my mouth. I want nothing more than to feel your cock down my throat. I want to drown in your cum.”
Alex pushed me down and I was on my knees. His forearm muscles exploded in a network of veins as he tore his pants off, belt and all. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his cock radiated heat at me. His hands wrapped around the back of my head and I opened my mouth wide. He rocketed his cock down my throat and moved my head up and down his cock. I grabbed his ass with my hands and squeezed them as I felt his smooth cock slide against my tongue. I worked it along the shaft and closed my eyes, enwrapped in the bliss of the moment.
Alex pushed down further than I had ever had him in my throat and I choked. He pulled back, but not all the way, and when I looked up at him, he pushed his cock all the way down my throat until I had swallowed it in its entirety. I stuck my tongue out and rubbed it against his balls as he fucked my throat, harder and harder until I began to cry out for air.
His hands pulled my head out and saliva dripped from his throbbing cock in front of me. He lifted me up to his eye level and began to choke me gently at first, tightening his grip until he saw me close my eyes in ecstasy.
“I’m going to fuck you in your ass, and you’re going to come for me.”
I nodded furiously, letting out a moan of want. He turned me around and I stood on my tip toes, holding up my ass for him. He slid out the butt-plug slowly, and I felt him push his cock into me. It kept pushing into my ass and with every inch further I fought the urge to tighten around him. HIs thumb rubbed against my clit. His other hand had all the fingers in my mouth and I sucked on them, tasting myself with revelry.
He thrust hard in my ass, the first time I had ever had a man inside me, and I let out a loud cry of pleasure. I was going to come with Alex anally fucking me, something I thought impossible. His hand worked on my pussy with precision and when I came, my legs gave out. Alex held me up with both hands, moving me up and down on his cock. The orgasm struck like lightening in my nervous system and I clenched my jaw, crying out through my closed teeth. I saw stars and I felt like I was about to pass out.
Then Alex slowly pulled his cock out of me, so slowly that I felt every inch of him move out of me. I braced myself against the wall, still weakened by my orgasm. Alex separated from me and stood back. He walked over to a leather chair in his room and sat on it, leaning back.
“Now, make me come harder than I have ever come before.”
I turned to him and locked my hungry eyes on him. When I approached, he grabbed me by the throat and I cried out in approval. I wrapped both legs around him and slid him back into my ass. I worked up and down on him, gyrating my hips on him. I slid my hand behind me and gripped his balls, squeezing them slightly and pulling them as I moved up and down on him furiously. I could feel his cock grow harder and his sack tighten. He was about to come.
His face strained and I quickly jumped off. I fell to my knees and grabbed his cock with both hands and worked it up and down so hard that my arms burned. His hands wrapped around my head and pulled it into him and I moved my tongue up and down the shaft. Then he pushed my head lower and I licked furiously as I felt his orgasm shuddering through his body.
Alex rested my head against his cock, still hard and radiating heat. It would jump up a little, still in the wakes of a powerful orgasm. We stayed there for an endless amount of time, caught in the echoes of our orgasms.
Alex caressed my head and stood up. Before I could, he lifted me up with both hands and walked me to the bathroom, both of us still naked. He started the shower and we washed each other slowly, reveling in every inch of the other’s body. After we were washed clean, Alex carried me over to the bathtub, where he ran a bubble bath for me. He placed me softly in it and ran his fingers along the side of my face. His face was expressionless except for a small smile.
I laid in the bathtub until I could feel the thralls of sleep threatened to take me. I toweled off and walked to the bed, where Alex lay, sitting up, still naked. I crawled in next to him and without speaking, I fell asleep in his arms.
***
I woke up in Alex’s bed for the second time in two days to the smell of eggs and bacon cooking. I walked downstairs, wrapped in a small silk robe that was
see-through and saw Alex, naked and cooking.
“I know eggs and bacon aren’t exactly the healthiest option for breakfast, but I think we can afford to enjoy it after last night,” Alex said, looking at me. I stared at his perfectly chiseled body and thought of dropping my robe and walking over to him, begging him to take me again. But my ass was a little sore and I was still tired, so I waited for my breakfast and drank up the sight of his muscles flexing and relaxing as he moved around the kitchen.
We ate gratuitous amounts of bacon and scrambled eggs with buttered ciabatta bread, perfectly toasted. I drank two huge cups of black coffee and I felt energized.
“I’m going to go over to my apartment and get some things,” I said.
“I could have a moving crew do that for you and you can relax,” Alex said.
“No, I’ll have them clear out everything I don’t want, but I want to go there one more time Alex. Gary will be with me, I’ll be safe.”
“Ok,” Alex said.
I dressed myself and before I walked out, I kissed Alex on the lips despite my reservations on whether I should or not. I suppose when you do what Alex and I did last night, a kiss should be no big deal, but I was still unsure. Alex kissed me back heartily and ran his hand down the small of my back. I went down the elevator in a daze and Gary waved to me from the car.
I sat in the backseat, turning on my phone to check my messages. We were a block away from my apartment when we hit traffic.
“Damn, gonna be a few minutes boss. At least.”
It happened quickly.
There was a white van parked in front of us and another behind us. Men jumped out from the sliding doors and rushed the car. They wore black masks and carried batons. Two carried pistols. In a few seconds they were opening the door and Gary was already out, fists swinging. I saw him connect with two of the men and the men dropped like rag dolls. The sound of his fist crashing into them was a terrifyingly loud thwack that made me cringe.
I screamed as two men opened the back doors and grabbed me. I tried to fight in vain before my arms were tied behind me. Before a black bag was slipped over my head, I saw a baton fall on the back of Gary’s head and he dropped. I screamed out to him but I was silenced with the back and a sharp pain in my stomach. The wind had been knocked out of me.
I felt myself lifted up in the air and I was thrown on a seat that I assumed was a bench seat. I heard a door slam shut and then I knew I was in one of the vans. I could hear tires screeching as we peeled out. I had been captured. I struggled to breathe against the pain in my chest and for a moment I thought I was going to die.
“You’re going to shut up and be good. If you try to scream, we’re going to kill you,” a voice said.
I was going to die.
Chapter Sixteen
I struggled to breathe. The bag around my head, while cloth, was oppressive and grew smaller with every breath I took. The inside of the bag was a thousand degrees and tears fell from my eyes in hot wet streams. I shook my head to try to loosen the bag and I felt a hand grip around my head, stopping my movements. A knife of fear struck at my heart and I stopped moving completely.
My hands were tied behind my back with rough textured rope that rubbed my skin raw with even the smallest movement. The rope was so tight that my hands began to grow numb, but I said nothing in protest. I was too scared.
Men sat to my left and right. I could feel their shoulders pressed against mine, and I wanted so badly to recoil from their touch but there was simply nowhere to go; I was blindfolded and tied up. We were going somewhere, and aside from my terror, the atmosphere in the SUV was calm and quiet. No one spoke or made any sort of noise.
My arms hurt badly from my hands being tied up, despite my hands being completely numb now. My wrists burned like they were on fire. I thought about protesting my hands again and then realized that if I did so they might gag me. With how hot the bag was already and how hard it was to breathe, if I were gagged I might choke to death before we arrived at wherever we were going.
Did they want to kill me? I tried to consider it, but my mind was racing too quickly. I had to calm myself down, and quickly. I closed my eyes, despite the fact that they were already in total darkness, and started to count my breaths. I reached two hundred before my breath slowed and my heartbeat seemed less on the verge of causing a fatal rupture in my chest.
No, they didn’t want to kill me. If they had wanted to kill me, at least immediately, I would be sitting in the car with a bullet in my head or my throat slit. I shuddered at the image and the vision of Gary falling to the ground filled my mind. I prayed that he was alive.
I was being captured for a reason, and it was surely not just to kill me. I had to keep quiet, play this as cool as I possibly could. They might kill me later, but for now I was alive and I planned to stay that way.
I was going to be used as a bargaining tool. They would trade my life for something. The whole of Strauss Engines? That was impossible, I told myself. Strauss Engines had shareholders and investors, you couldn’t just sign it away in exchange for the life of one young woman. There was something that they felt Alex might trade for my life, but I couldn’t think of what it was. I only hoped that Alex was willing to trade it for me. I valued my life much more than whatever these bastards wanted.
I placed my faith in Alexander Strauss entirely that he would save me from this predicament. I had trusted him this far, now there was no turning back. My life was in his hands.
The car ride lasted for at least two hours, maybe three. Blindfolded and without reference, I could only assume how long we had been driving. After a while, I managed to let my thoughts dissipate and I accepted my situation. There was nothing I could do except to accept it.
The SUV stopped. I could hear doors opening all around me and the two men on each side of me disappeared. I froze, unwilling to move. Despite having calmed myself down earlier, I felt a whole new wave of panic the size of a tsunami. Maybe they had taken me out to a field somewhere to put a bullet in me and leave me in an unmarked grave. I fought back tears and steadied myself.
I thought of Alex from the previous night. I wanted badly to be wrapped in his arms just one more time, to bury my face in his neck and breathe in the scent of his skin. His arms wrapped around me, our embrace unbroken. I resolved that I would see him again and I would get my wish. I felt myself harden inside and the fear lessened. Anger at being taken and held against my will replaced it.
“Alright, you’ve got two options,” a voice said. It sounded flat, almost electronic. “You can walk with us and make this easy, or we can drag you. I can tell you it won’t be a gentle dragging either.”
I said nothing.
“Have it your way. Oh, and if you try to scream, we’re going to have to hit you, maybe even knock you out. And no one will hear you anyway so you might as well save your breath. You’re in the middle of nowhere, sweetie.”
I remained still and silent. A pair of hands grabbed me by my shoulders and tore me from my seat with surprising strength. I tried to resist in vain and the man dragging me out of the car threw me to the ground. I landed on my shoulder and the pain shot through me like electricity. I made no sound as I gritted my teeth. Two men grabbed me underneath each arm and dragged me like a rag-doll through the dirt. I realized then that I wasn’t wearing any shoes. I wondered when I had lost them but my memory was completely void of anything involving losing my shoes.
I let my body go limp and soon enough I felt myself being dragged against concrete. We were inside some sort of building. I could hear doors opening and closing. I tried to count how many but it was too hard to differentiate the sounds. Finally, we stopped. Wherever our destination had been, we were there now.
The pair of men lifted me off my feet and threw me across a room. The floor slammed into my outer thigh and fresh, white pain shot through my entire leg. My hands were behind my back, still tied, when they were grabbed and pulled up. I pushed back, trying to strike anything I could. I could
hear a man let out a small chuckle, mocking my attempt to combat him. Rage filled my blood and every muscle screamed out at me to strike. I kicked my legs out and I connected with something hard, and realized it was the man’s shin.
He let out an angry grunt and I felt myself being turned around so quickly that my legs gave out. I was hanging by my hands, and the pain in my wrists exploded as the ropes tightened against my bodyweight. I could hear a man behind me and I realized that I was behind held up from behind. I wiggled and writhed against the pain in my arms when I felt something smash into my stomach with the force of a mallet. All the wind exploded out of my lungs and I cried out breathlessly.
I gasped for air that wouldn’t come. The pain in my arms lessened slightly as the panic of choking filled me. I opened my mouth again and again to try to suck in the hot air in the bag that was still over my head. I felt dizzy. I found my footing but it was weak and I badly wanted to tumble onto the ground and curl up into a fetal position.
“Stupid bitch,” a man’s voice said angrily. “Fucking hit me again and you’ll lose teeth, got it?”
I felt hands crawl over me, searching me. They patted my legs and slowed around my ass. They gripped my ass cheeks and squeezed, lingering for longer than was necessary to realize that I was hiding nothing there. They moved around my inner thighs and thankfully moved up quickly without violating me. I felt them pat underneath my armpits and my lower back before they moved over my breasts. Then I felt them squeeze my nipples, hard.
I raised a knee to try to strike the bastard groping me. It connected with air and I felt a hand slap across my face just as I was starting to regain my breath. Stars exploded over my vision.
“Nice try,” the man said.
Hands tore my clothes off without any shred of worry for how it hurt when they tore against my skin. I stifled any cries of protest at being robbed of my clothes. I was positive they were going to rape me, but after I was completely naked no hands touched my skin. I felt a knife slide in between my hands and cut the rope. I rubbed my hands together, the rush of blood bringing a million tiny needle pricks with it. I heard a door close and I was alone.