I certainly wasn’t expecting any of this to be happening to me when I woke up this morning, but I sure am glad it has. This is exactly the kind of tension-reliever I need every once in a while, and this man clearly knows what he’s doing when it comes to making girls orgasm. But I want to be free.
Chapter Five
Release
As if he could hear my thoughts I hear the click of a pen-knife and he releases my hands, pulling all the slivers of rope and electrical tape off me as he cuts. I jump up onto the sofa and look him straight in the face. He’s a handsome man, around thirty-five years old, with dark hair and a firm, square jaw. His trousers are still around his ankles and his cock bobs around, slowly losing its erection. My hands finally free, I take advantage of the situation. I lunge forward and push him hard in the chest, knocking him to his feet as he trips over his tangled-up jeans around his feet. I know I’ve got ten seconds maximum before he gets to his feet and manages to restrain me again, so I grab the nearest thing I can find, the heaviest-looking of a small pile of books that were at the end of the sofa. As he starts to stand, pulling up his jeans I hit him extremely hard on the side of his head and he falls back again. I’m not taking any chances though. I hit him again and again, a large gash appearing above his eye where I’d hit him the first time. He falls down, seemingly unconscious.
With no idea where my clothes are, I become extremely self-conscious again, knowing that when I escape from here, I’m likely to be in the middle of nowhere with no clothes and no way of contacting anyone. He’s still laying there on the floor by the sofa as I reach the stairs. As I get to the top, my hot pussy still dripping on the stairs beneath me, I turn and take one final look at this place where I’ve been held hostage. I’ve never experienced anything like this before; orgasm after orgasm. A veritable pleasure factory.
While it wasn’t nice to have been kidnapped in the first place, nothing was ever done to hurt me, it was all done to bring me pleasure, and I feel slightly guilty for loving those feelings. I want more, I need it. This is so wrong, why do I feel like this? I open the door that leads to my freedom but I hesitate. My pussy is still pulsating, and I know I have a decision to make that will change my life forever.
I close the door again. I stand there for a second, aware of the impact my next move will have on my life. I pause and take a deep breath, before I slowly begin the descent back down the steps, to where my captor lays unconscious on the floor. I bend down and touch his face. He’s out of it, but won’t be for long. He was never violent to me and although I knocked him out to facilitate my escape, he’ll be understanding. He must know how this situation would make a girl feel.
More importantly, when he wakes up I’ll explain it to him. I don’t want to leave this place. I want to feel everything I’ve felt these last few hours, but I want it every day. New sensations and endless pleasure.
This is my home now.
I’m staying.
The End
About The Author
Suzanne Jones is relatively new to writing erotic literature, this being only her third foray into this field. She finds writing liberating as it provides an outlet for her deviant mind, and she likes nothing more than sitting down at the computer trying to think up new scenarios to place her plucky female characters into. In her spare time she likes to visit sex shops (purely for research, obviously), and go out for long walks to clear the cobwebs from between her ears.
Table of Contents
Copyright © 2012 by Suzanne Jones.
Copyright © 2012 by Suzanne Jones.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
About The Author
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