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[ANNIEWALKERS88]: Been waiting weeks for this one. First cry on me – 10
[CRYBABY2345]: new girl’s pretty. I’d say the blindfold comes off – 22
[ANONYMOUSMEMBER10]: blindfold stays on – 100
[ANONYMOUSMEMBER040]: 50 for red
[CRYBABY2345] 10 – gag off
[ANONYMOUSMEMBER10]: 101 for the gag
[CRYBABY2345]: 102 – the gag is mine…
[SYSTEM NOTICE]: COUNTDOWN BEGINS. 12 HOURS REMAINING.
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I fought to open my eyes, but even though I was blinking, everything still looked dark.
My wrists strained against something thick and harsh.
Ropes.
I vaguely remembered trying to fight them off back in the van. Now, every tiny movement burned.
My arms and shoulders were numb.
They were pulled over my head.
My head felt woozy, and my legs were shaking.
I felt the wind against my skin. When I pressed my knees together, my thighs touched.
Where were my jeans?
Was I even wearing anything?
I wanted to check myself, but my eyes were covered by a blindfold.
I was hung in this room.
Possibly stripped.
The intentions of whoever was behind this became the only thing that mattered… and over and over again, I prayed that they weren’t after my body parts.
A loud alarm soared through the air, sending a cry up my lungs. I clenched my teeth on the piece of cloth in my mouth as the sound pierced my eardrums.
My hands kept shaking in the ropes.
Fuck...
The light switched on.
Bright, fucking light.
I gasped and almost choked on the dirty, wet cloth.
I fought to open my eyes. I blinked hard, but my world remained dark underneath the blindfold.
I had never wanted something this bad in my life, and now that something was to see my surroundings.
But I was trapped in the dark.
Powerless.
Helpless.
A girl in ropes.
I heard footsteps echoing in the distance.
It sounded like someone stepping down the stairs. A loud, stiff thud each time.
Slow.
Taunting.
Heavy.
He stopped briefly at the end of the stairs, and I heard him moving toward my direction.
Steady.
But eager.
Smug.
Experienced.
Calculated.
Confident.
A loud clang when he sprang the door open, and there was a shift in the room.
My teeth clenched the cloth, not daring to make a single sound.
My heart was pounding, but all of me was focused on him, what he was doing, and what he intended to do.
The sound of machines started — some kind of fan being switched on.
I heard his breathing.
Slow and steady.
Much like his footsteps.
He put something heavy and metal-ish on a table. His fingers hit what sounded like a keyboard.
He chuckled, as if amused by something he saw.
And then, there was silence.
A gritty scrape of his boots dragged across the floor.
He turned around.
And the way he breathed changed.
I heard his spine crackle.
The next thing was his footsteps moving toward me.
Dread rained down on my head.
My heart raced.
My mouth felt dry.
My body was shaking, and even though I knew it was no use, I still tried to wiggle free from the knots.
He stopped right in front of me.
The next thing I felt was his knuckles brushing across my lower belly, moving up the side of my body.
“It feels like a crime to touch you, knowing this body has never been touched with desire,” he whispered, his voice one of deep melancholia but soft. “But that’s exactly what makes you perfect, isn’t it?”
For what?
My heart skipped a beat.
There was rhythm in the way he talked. Something lush and dark in the way he touched me.
My screams turned into muffled cries. I sobbed and grunted like a pig. I didn’t want to be touched, but all I could feel was the way his fingers lingered.
His hand moved up to my tit. I felt his knuckles drag along my ribs, then loosen as his grip opened, and the shape of me filled his hand.
For a second, it was just the heat of his skin against the coldness of mine.
Then pain soaked in as he clamped down on it, hard and possessive.
I gasped, feeling my chin caught in his other hand. And the way he breathed changed again as he took a moment to look at me.
“Oh, the things I’ll do to you,” he breathed against my mouth, his tone velvety and sinful. “Don’t be afraid, love. I’m only going to stain you a little. You’ll like it. You’ll love it. By the end of the day, you’ll beg me to do it again. Oh, I’m very, very good at turning good girls into something else.”
I felt a tug on the cloth in my mouth, and the next second, my jaws were relieved.
He pulled the gag out, but before any noise could be made, he leaned in, tipped my chin toward him, and seized my lips with his. His tongue unlocked my teeth and Frenched me.
I meant to do something about it, but his presence swallowed me like a dark angel. I tasted his lust, his desire, his chaos and heartbreak — all-consuming and addictive… seductive but a little broken.
His hand moved to the back of my head, his fingers weaving through my hair, tightening his grip, pressing me to him. He was moaning softly and needily when he kissed me.
My nostrils picked up the scent of his cologne, light but expensive; his minty aftershave; the hint of cigarette and bubblegum; his lips, soft and lush.
His thumb brushed lovingly across my nipple as he held my breast. His grip tightened when he deepened the kiss, his body moving against mine like there was a turmoil inside him that wanted to come out. And every time his tongue tugged against mine, I felt my knees pull together.
I had never been kissed like this before — like he meant it, like he couldn’t live without me.
It messed with my head a little because I didn’t believe him, and yet a part of me wanted to.
I didn’t kiss him back, but I didn’t bite his tongue off either. I just stood there in the darkness, letting him fold me into his presence.
But then… a sharp, biting pain landed on my left butt cheek, the slap loud enough to jolt my whole body forward.
I cried out and bit down on his tongue. He hummed in pleasure, nudging my teeth to open, then licked my mouth sweetly and lovingly, as if I’d given him exactly what he wanted.
He reached down to the area of impact, caressing it gently.
“Cute noise she made,” he whispered, breathless and lost. “So hot.”
He drew circles with his palm, adding a little pressure every time it moved down. He rubbed my cheek and squeezed it a little, playfully and teasingly, right on the line between an innocent touch of care and lusty exploration.
My heart would race, then ease.
His hand never slipped between my legs. He never went over the line, and yet, with each circle he drew with his palm, I thought about him crossing it.
I hated how dizzy I felt.
How badly I wanted to bite him again.
“The current bid for this piece of cloth is one hundred and two thousand euros,” he mused. “I can verify that it has stayed in her mouth for more than twelve hours, and it is soaked, guys. As a friendly reminder, the bidding will only be finalized at 1100.”
He leaned into me, and I felt him breathing against my skin. “One-oh-two. Can you believe it?” he whispered to me. “This is how much someone will pay to own a little piece of fabric that has touched your lips—”
His thumb brushed against my cheek, and then I felt his touch leave me. My heart dipped with a sudden emptiness.
A second later, a hard strike landed on the same area.
I cried, pressing my knees together hard.
He gripped those cheeks, pushing them up, moaning into my ear.
“Only I get to taste you,” he bit out the words. “You’re mine, pretty girl.”
His touch left me again, and then came the sound of his pants being unzipped. I felt his arm shaking behind me. Ragged noises spilled into my ear like a confession.
“Guess how many men are touching themselves in this instant, wishing they were in the same room with you,” he said.
I bit my lips to keep them shut.
“A thousand, two hundred ninety-four,” he whispered, the words like a spell.
A soft gasp escaped my chest.
He slid his hand down my curve, gripping my hips, bending me forward, and I felt something hot, thick, and heavy being placed on my butt cheek.
For a very brief second, my mind went blank.
All I could feel was a pulse on my tender place, soaked and wanting…
His hands clutched my cheeks, dragging me against him as he drew a sharp, shaky breath.
“You want it?” His voice sounded wet and a little shy.
My fingers tightened around the ropes.
My breath trembled on its way out.
“No… Please… don’t do this to me…” I begged, but a moan came out.
The fans buzzed over my head.
All I could feel and think about was the way that hot, heavy thing pressed against my skin, how it felt both tender and hard.
My hips moved to his touch like it was a drug. Slick heat dripped down my thighs as I felt him wetting my skin with a similar desire.
He pulled away from me for a moment, and the absence of his heat made something in me twist.
The machines spilled out a queasy, droning hum. Then I heard him unbuckling his shirt, button by button, and every nerve in my body lit up.
His dripping tip brushed my lower back softly. I inched back a little, counting the number of buttons he had undone.
An ache rose in my body, deep in my bones — something I shouldn’t want. Something I shouldn’t have… not like this… not in here… not with him… until he threw his shirt aside, and I moaned as his heat drew closer to me.
“Stop…” I shut my legs all of a sudden. “You get away from me!” My wrists fought the ropes.
The scraping pain made all my other feelings go quiet for a moment, but still, my heart ached when I heard myself.
“You don’t want me now?” His voice sounded wet and a little hurt.
His fingers curled at my violent shifts, feeling my struggles brush against his knuckles.
For a moment, he just stood there, like an abandoned child, letting that hot, thick thing stumble down my curve before an unfortunate shift slammed it onto a much more sensitive part of me.
He caught my hips, stopping me there.
My wrists pulsed hotly.
“Please don’t hurt me…” I whimpered.
He picked up a strand of hair and tucked it behind my ear, caressing the side of my face.
“I can’t promise that,” he whispered, biting my earlobe softly, almost as if he were sad. “You know I can’t, love.”
A loud spank landed on my left cheek. My lower belly clenched helplessly.
Another one landed on the other, rough enough to make my nose sting.
He cupped the areas that felt so raw and squeezed them hard, lifting them, and I felt that hot, thick thing pushing to my soft core, slow and deep.
He growled shakily, pulling my cheeks in wild circles, and each time he parted them, that big thing would grind a bit deeper.
A lusty noise trembled through my parted lips. My eyes closed under the blindfold.
He pulled my cheeks together and pushed them up and down on his erection as his lips folded around my earlobe lovingly.
“You like that?” he whispered.
I swallowed, my body hot and heavy.
“I want it deeper in you,” he hushed. “So I can feel you. Deeper.”
I murmured something inaudible, mesmerized by his words.
“Would you like to be mine, love?”
I nodded without thinking.
At that, his lips drew up into a curve against my ear.
A playful spank landed on my lower back.
He nudged me forward to adjust closer, pressing his forehead against the back of my head, bending me a bit more for him, and I felt him place that hard thing on my lower back.
A moment later, something wet and hot spilled out of it.
He grunted, pressing his forehead harder to me as the stream pooled down my curves and legs.
It took me a second to wrap my mind around what he was doing.
As soon as I did, my face started to burn.
I wanted to move away from him so badly, but he pinned me to his chest, holding me in his arms, not letting me go, and the way his lips pressed against my neck made it feel like marking me was the hottest thing in the world.
I hated it so much — not because I was covered in pee, but because of how much I wanted to stay in this moment.
Just like this.
In his arms.
A little longer.
Tears slipped from the corners of my eyes, but the blindfold caught them before they fell.
It was so exhausting to hate him.
To pretend that I had to fight.
For whom?
Little by little, the fight I had left my body.
My face still burned, but no longer for the same reason.
He turned my face to him and kissed me after he was done, and this time, I kissed him back, sobbing into his mouth.
He wove his hand into my hair, pulling me closer to him, and pressed his forehead against mine.
“Shhh…” he hushed softly. “I’m here. I’m right here.”
He placed his cock back to my sensitive place with affection, where it belonged, and he started to touch me — really touch me.
His fingers parted the soft lips of mine and pressed his thickness between them. Each thrust made my core curl.
He spanked me — so hard that my knees pulsed — but he gripped my cheek even harder and buried himself deeper in my opening.
I clutched the ropes, my legs shaking, my breath disrupted.
He wrapped his arm around me, his head pressed hard against mine, his thick heat inching in, and the space between us became wet and sweaty.
“Condom?” he asked, moving back and forth in a low, hungry motion.
His hand reached down to my lower belly, caressing the region.
“I guess not.”
A noise escaped my lips as my belly clenched violently at the indication.
At that, he grunted, catching my cheek with his other hand, squeezing it tight to stop me from moving under him.
“Ah, shit…” he moaned. “Easy. You’re gonna make me come too fast. Pretty girl, I still want to fuck you first.”
Breathless gasps mumbled through my parted lips.
I felt like I could faint any second.
I strained against the ropes, biting down on my teeth, trying not to clutch so much, but his words made me pulse even harder; each felt like a wave crashing against my flooded core.
His fingers brushed across my ribs to my breast. He cupped the left one tenderly, his mouth seeking my shoulder, sucking my skin like a drunk man. At that, I felt his hips swing wider and faster.
“Fuck me…” he murmured against my skin, spilling desperate little sounds.
“Wait for me, love,” he begged, thrusting in and out of me harder and louder. “Don’t come yet…”
Slick heat dripped down my thighs.
I could taste my heartbeat on my tongue.
“I can’t…”
A cry caught in my throat. A violent pulse ripped through my lower belly.
I tried to keep it in, but my body was trembling so much… I shook my head as tears wet my cheeks.
A sharp scream pierced through the air. I came — so intensely that my world went dark.
If you stayed, the rest is here.
