You know when you have that
feeling, that someone's watching you? Have you ever wondered if
there actually is someone watching? God, I hate that
feeling. Most of the time I just brush it off, thinking I'm
paranoid. When I'm walking down the street in the middle of the
night because I can't sleep, I can almost hear
thefootsteps behind me. But, whenever I turn around to look,
there's nothing there. When I'm getting ready for school. When
I'm walking home. At the mall. In my room at night. No matter
when. No matter where. I always feel those eyes.
So, when I woke up in the middle of
the night, feeling those eyes on me again, I wasn't surprised.
You know that sixth sense we all seem to have? If we're in a
crowded room, we can still feel one particular person's
gaze on us. And when we turn around, we know exactly
where to look. I've always found that strange. So, why can't I
see this person watching me. I brushed off that thought, sinking
back into the bed. There was no one watching me.
Paranoid. I was paranoid. I sighed, trying to relax in
the heavy blankets.
The hairs on the back of my neck
stood on end and my heart was racing. Adrenaline was thick in my
veins, chasing away any trace of sleep. I couldn't understand why
my body was on high alert, until I saw a dark shadow in the
corner of my room. I started freaking out until I realized that
my mind could be playing tricks on me. I glanced at the door. I
could run for it, or I could find something to throw at the
I went with option two. I reached
down the side of my bed, trying to find anything that wasn't
breakable. Shoe. Aha! There, I thought to
myself as I turned my attention back the corner.
Shadow was gone. Abort mission! I
quickly hurried off my bed and towards the door. Well, I was
going to do that, but someone grabbed me, putting a hand over my
mouth before I could scream. Shit, this could not be
happening to me. I was starting to panic. I screamed against
his hand. "Shit," I heard him mumble against my hair. He had
pulled me back to the bed. He rolled over so that he could sit on
my waist. He was fumbling around for something in his
I tried to get details to tell the
police. Tall, a few inches taller than me. Um, black straight
hair that hung in his eyes. Blue eyes. Tan. Strong. Too
strong for me to fight off. He finally found what he was
looking for. He brought his eyes up to mine as he pressed a damp
cloth over my mouth and nose. He was going to kill me.
My vision started blurring as I inhaled the fumes. He was
going to kill me and dump my body in a ditch! My body felt
heavy and I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. He was
going to mutilate my body beyond recognition! Everything was
fading away. He could ra- Everything went black.
I jolted awake in bed breathing hard with my heart leaping out of my chest. Thank God it was just a dream. I closed my eyes and rolled over. I felt warm breath on my face. I opened my eyes, screamed, and bolted from the bed. He was laying there, watching me intently. I was frozen. He got up from the bed and tilted his head to the side. He approached me as if I was a wild animal. My muscles tensed. I took a quick glance. Okay. Apparently, we weren't in my bedroom which meant... "Where the fuck am I?" I shouted at him. I tried to use my fear to fuel my anger. He had taken me. He fucking taken me out of my own fucking house! How is that even possible?!
While I was freaking out inside my
head, he had grabbed me and pushed me up against the wall,
keeping a grip on my arms. Not hard enough to bruise, just enough
to keep me there. Tears slipped from my eyes. Stop it! I screamed
at myself. I couldn't cry. I wouldn't let him see how weak I was.
I needed to focus my attention on my captor. Though he had
attacked me suddenly, he was very calm. "Shh..." He
whispered, pressing his body against me. "It's okay. You're safe
now Jamie," he whispered into my ear. I froze. He pulled me
against his body and kissed my temple. I flinched back from him.
He started pulling me towards the bed easily.
I started screaming and kicking.
"Why are you being so difficult?" He asked, starting to
"No, you can't- you can't-" I
stuttered and started to tear up. A look of horror passed over
his face. As quickly as the look came though, it went.
"Oh, no Jamie. We're not doing that
yet. I know you want it as much as I do, but you're scared right
now. We have time. We don't have to do anything yet," he said
soothingly. I shuddered. I tried to yank my wrists away from
"Let go of me! What do you want
from me. Money? My parents don't have a lot, but we can
get some, just let me go!" I said, shaking with fear and
stuttering. He gave me an almost pitying look.
"Jamie, I won't ever let you go. I
love you. And you love me, you just don't know it yet," he said,
talking to me as if I were a scared child, which to be quite
frank, I was. I was only seventeen.
"Who are you?" I whispered. His
eyes softened and he smiled.
"See, that's better. You can ask me
all the questions you want in a few minutes. I've got some soup
for you on the stove though. I'll be right back," he said
lovingly. I was going to be sick. "But first..." He pushed me
down on my back, on top of the bed. He buried his face in the
crook of my neck as I squirmed.
"Get off me!" I yelped,
not liking how his hands crawled up my waist as he did
"Such a shame," he mumbled, taking
a deep breath, seeming to enjoy the feeling of my skin. He kissed
my neck briefly before bringing his lips up to my ear. "I wish I
could do what I've been dreaming of for over a year now," he
breathed against the side of my face. His fingers crawled up my
stomach just to prove the point. I shuddered. "I will soon,
very soon, but not now," he sighed, and pulling away
with some difficulty on his part. He seemed reluctant. My eyes
were wide as I attempted to pull away from him. "I will be your
first everything. Your first kiss. Your first
touch. Your first love... And the first to
make love to you. You have no idea how long I have
waited to bring you here."
With that, he climbed off the bed,
leaving me there shaken with fear. I heard the door lock behind
him. I could here him whistling a merry tune as he walked towards
the kitchen. I jumped up from the bed, looking for either a
weapon, an escape, or a place to hide. I could find neither of
the first two, and there weren't many places to hide. I settled
for under the bed, not the most original hiding spot,
but at least it had an exit, unlike the closet. I laid there,
trying to get a hold of my breathing. My body was shaking and
shivering, not from the fear, but from the adrenaline pumping
through my veins.
I heard him jostling about in the
kitchen. Pulling out dishes, opening and shutting drawers.
Finally, I heard his footsteps going through the door. If he left
the door open, I might have a chance at escaping. If he
closed the door behind him though... I would have to hope he
wouldn't find me. And let's be honest, there is no hope
in that option. The footsteps got closer and then stopped. I
heard the lock slide aside, but he quickly closed it and locked
it behind him. I heart fell into the deepest recesses.
"Jamie?" he said, sounding
panicked. I swallowed loudly to keep my breathing even, but my
stomach gave me away, gurgling. Of all the times... It was dead
quiet for a few seconds as he began to pace around the room. I
plugged my ears, not wanting to hear the footsteps getting
closer. A hand clasped around my ankle, dragging me out from
under the bed. I screamed.
"NO!!!! Let me go!!!" I
screamed, tears pouring out as he pinned me down on the floor.
Hands on my wrists. Knees by my sides. My heart raced, I couldn't
breathe correctly, and I was starting to get dizzy. My body was
exhausted and my breathing started becoming shallower, but at
least slower. He pulled me up off the floor and curled me up in a
ball on his lap, holding me against his chest. He was this big,
warm, solid mass, and the longer he held me against him, the more
I started to fight. After a couple minutes, I gave up and just
started sobbing. He held me firmly, not letting me pull away. "I
want to go home," I sobbed.
"Shhh...." he soothed me,
or at least he tried to. He kissed the side of my face earning
another sob from me. "This is your home now." I had that
sunken feeling in the pit of my stomach.
I tried to calm my breathing and
after several minutes, I was calm enough to speak. He still held
me in an iron grip though, keeping me nestled against his chest.
"How long are you going to keep me here?" I whispered. If I could
just know how long I had to stay here, then maybe I
could make it. He sighed contentedly, kissing my forehead and
burying his face in my hair.
"Forever..." he said, sounding
relaxed and happy. My breathing hitched.
"No, I mean how long are
you going to keep me here with you?" I said, hoping he had
misheard my question.
"Forever," he said, this time
sounding a little annoyed. "We were meant to be with each other.
That's why you came with me so easily Jamie," he said, almost as
if he were reminding me.
"No, you drugged me you sick
bastard!" I shouted, now trying to use my legs to push
"Jamie, we will not use those kind
of words in our house. I know you used that language with your
friends, but if we are going to have a healthy relationship, we
need to not use such negative and insulting words."
relationship?!?!?!?!" I screamed at him, kicking and scratching
"Jamie, if you don't calm down,
I'll have to restrain you," he warned, but I threw caution into
the wind. I fought. I fought with every breath I had. He
effortlessly picked me up and threw me on the bed. Before I even
knew what he was doing, he had my hands tied to the headboard,
keeping my hands above my head. I started squirming as he
"This is your punishment for not
listening to me," he whispered as he bent over me. "Can you feel
that fear in your veins. Can you feel it heightening everything?
Every touch," he whispered, his fingers brushing against my face.
I shivered. "Every sensation..." His lips touched a tender spot
on my neck. They pressed as his tongue briefly tasted the skin.
He bit gently into the skin, sucking on it softly. The feeling
made my skin crawl. I tried to shake him off of me. His fingers
pushed the edge of my nightshirt up. I froze underneath
"You're not as innocent as you seem
to everyone else. I know. I've watched you now for almost a year
and a half. You've never been kissed, but you fantasize it. I
have yet to kiss you. I can't right now. I fear if I do, I'll
ravish your body. You know I want to Jamie. I know
you want to too. You just won't admit it. Maybe tonight.
Or tomorrow at the latest. But soon, I will know your body better
than you do," he whispered in my ear seductively. "I'll make you
scream my name from things you've only fantasized
about." I shuddered. He got off of me, lowering my shirt down. I
was wearing my pajamas. At least I had decided to wear shorts
He grabbed a bowl of soup I had
failed to see until now. Tears leaked out of my eyes as he sat at
my side. He acted as if nothing had just happened. He set the
bowl down briefly to 'help' me sit up. I clamped my jaw shut.
There was no way I was eating anything gave me. He could
drug me again. He scowled at me. "Open your mouth," he
"I don't think girls respond very
well to that order," I said, bitterly sarcastic. He
"You will," he said. My jaw dropped
in disbelief. He took that opportunity to shove a spoonful of
soup into my mouth. I tried to spit it out, but he held my mouth
shut and plugged my nose. "We can do this the easy way, or the
hard way Jamie." I struggled to hold my breath, but as I
kept going, I started to black out. I finally swallowed and he
let go. I gasped for breath. "You can hold your breath for a long
time," he said, raising an eyebrow suggestively. I gave him a
disgusted look. I proceeded to fight him for a few more
spoonfuls, but finally gave up and let him feed me. The humility
on my face was evident.
He had finally finished feeding me
and he started to bring a glass of water to my lips. He saw that
I was about to struggle though. He stopped. "Jamie, it's
just water. I promise you there's nothing in it," he
sighed, almost wearily.
"Your promise means nothing to me,"
I stated. "I don't know you. I don't know your name, and I sure
as hell don't know why you're doing this to me." His eyes
"Awww...... Jamie. I'm sorry. I
didn't realize that you wanted to know more about me. I mean,
since we're going to be together, you must want to know more
about me. Now I know why you were so upset before." I bit my
tongue as he spoke. This man was insane. I started to study him
more. He couldn't be any older than twenty-five. He looked
younger than that though. Maybe around twenty-two. He wasn't
unusual looking. He looked like any other guy you saw on the
street. Okay, that was a lie. If I had seen him before tonight, I
would have tried to flirt with him. He was handsome. He wasn't a
supermodel or something, but he was genuinely attractive. I hated
him. "What exactly do you want to know?" he asked.
"Why did you take me? Why couldn't
you have taken someone else?" I demanded.
"You've always been so modest. It's
one of the things I love most about you," he said. He laid down
next to me on the bed, wrapping an arm around my waist. I
flinched away from him when he kissed the side of my face. "I
love you. I don't want anyone else! How could I? You're perfect
in every way," he said, running his hand up my stomach. I
"I'm not perfect. I'm an ordinary
teenage girl aside from the fact that I've been kidnapped by a
complete lunatic," I spat at him. He smiled softly.
He kept talking as if I had never spoken. "You're such a caring person," he said dreamily. "You know, when I first saw you, you were giving some food to a homeless person. He had been across the street and down the road from you. You were running a bake sale with your family. You took some of the food and a cup of water over to him. That's when I first realized how special you were. I was sitting on a bench, watching people pass by. Any other person would have ignored him. A few days later, I saw you again at school, and you were so kind. From that day on, I decided I wanted you. 'Cause you were special." He sighed. "You're always thinking of other people."
"Well, right now, I'm thinking of
myself, and I want to go home," I said in a dangerous tone.
He chuckled. "You're funny too. I
already told you Jamie," he said, his voice taking a
more threatening quality to it. "You are home." He
buried his face in the crook of my neck again. I shivered as his
warm breath brushed against my skin. He gently kissed my neck. He
sighed. "I knew it would be like this," he said contentedly. One
of his hands came up to cradle the other side of my face.
A few of my tears slipped out. God,
please, please don't let this happen to me... I didn't
realize I had spoken out loud until he said, "Shhh......
It's okay Jamie. I love you and I would never hurt you."
He started straddling me again. Tears leaked from my eyes. He
wiped them away. "I will be your first everything. And right
now... I'm going to be your first kiss..." he whispered in my
ear. He bent his face towards mine. I was starting to
hyperventilate, but he stopped an inch from my lips. Without
pulling away, he untied my hands. My wrists were sore. I
whimpered, trying to push away from him, rubbing at my aching
He pulled me on top of him, which
was, well, unexpected. I braced myself against the mattress, My
hands on either side on either side of his head. I was now
straddling his waist. I made a move to get off of him, but he
anchored me down, holding my hips in place. He groaned. My eyes
grew wide. His eyes were heavy lidded. I could already feel him
getting aroused. My attempts to get off him were in vain. One of
his hands came up to pull my face towards his. I squirmed. I
could feel the hardness of him pressing against me. I tried to
rock myself off of him, his lips kept getting closer to mine.
Instead, I seemed to be causing some friction that felt good to
him. He moaned out in pleasure, having not even kissed me
He pulled my face the last few
inches. His warm lips crashed against mine. I wielded my lips
shut. He tried to move his lips against mine, but I stayed
frozen. When he rolled over so that he was on top, I gasped. He
kept one hand firmly on the back of my head, but his other one
started roaming my body. His tongue slid into my mouth when I was
still caught off guard. He tasted like honey and vanilla. My skin
crawled. I had never been kissed before, but I could tell that
his kiss was filled with passion. His hand slipped under my
shirt. I started shaking with fear as I realized that I didn't
have a bra on. I didn't sleep with one.
His thumb caressed the bottom curve
of one of my breasts. I jolted underneath him. He moaned into the
kiss. He gave the breast in his hand a gentle squeeze. It felt as
if ice was running through the center of my body. I felt sick.
But, there was a spark of warmth at the touch. I didn't like it.
Not at all. All the while, his tongue explored my mouth. My salty
tears were running into the kiss. His tongue slid against mine
and I gagged. Honey and vanilla. I would never be able to stand
it ever again. He rubbed his thumb over my nipple.
A sound escaped my mouth. It
sounded like a strangled cry. "Please don't do this to me," I
begged. He couldn't. He couldn't take everything I had away from
me. I didn't want my first time to be with him. I wanted it to be
with the man I married. His hand came out from under my shirt. I
started hitting him when he started to pull it over my head. He
pinned me down by my wrists. He held them both over my held with
one hand while he undid the button and zipper of his jeans. He
kicked off his pants. I started sobbing.
"Unless you're willing to 'get
rid' of my hard-on. You'll have to deal with this. It hurts
like hell. And I need to get release," he said with a grunt. I
didn't look down as he stuck his hand down his boxers. He groaned
as he pulled me in for another kiss. Tears were not helping me. I
needed to stand up.
"You said you wouldn't do this to
me until tomorrow," I reminded him. His lips paused on mine. I
tried to pull away, but I couldn't move. I was surrounded by
"I'll make you a deal," he said,
grinning as he spoke. "You have two choices. We can make love.
Right here and now, and I'll let you call your parents and talk
to them. Or, we can wait until you're ready, and you have to
accept everything else I tell you to do." He seemed to be
The choice was impossible. If I
could call my parents, they could try and trace the call. I
wasn't going to agree to have sex with him though! On the other
hand, he said he'd wait, but I'd have to go along with anything
else. That would mean he could touch and feel me, do anything,
and I would have agreed. But it bought me time. My parents would
have every cop on the case by now. They would find me soon, and I
would have at least my virginity intact. It made me feel sick.
"Option number three?"
He laughed. "See, Jamie, you're
funny. Fine. You want an option three?" he asked. I nodded. He
leaned into me, bucking his hips against my lower half. "We
completely forget about any deals and I'll take instead of
asking. I know you want it rough. All those dirty stories you
read late at night," he said, his voice low and husky. "You love
the kidnap stories. You love how he's always gentle, but never
gives in. How he pushes her further and further until she's
moaning underneath him. You want it so bad." I was a little
turned on when he talked about the stories. Then I remembered
that he had watched me as I read them, violated my privacy, and
taken me out of my very room. "I like the third option, and let's
be honest, you do too," he said, nipping at my bottom lip.
I gasped when I felt him starting
to stroke himself again. "I like option two much better," I
squealed as his knuckles barely touched between my legs as he
stroked. He smirked, looking into my eyes.
"Then the deal has been struck. If
you change your mind, we're going straight to option three," he
warned. He then kissed me with even more passion then before. "I
just want to take you right now. You have no idea how hard it is
for me to let you do this," he groaned. His strokes slowed as he
began to rock against me. "Give me your hand," he grunted out. My
eyes widened. No. He wouldn't, would he? He
didn't wait for an answer. He grabbed my hand and pulled it down
into his boxers. I felt something large, stiff, and hot. I gulped
realizing that I was touching him. His hand guided mine, making
me stroke him. He flipped us over so that I was on top of him.
Back and forth, he guided my hand. The moment he lifted his hand
from mine, I stopped. He groaned. "Keep going. Keep
going Jamie." I swallowed the bile in my throat, and did as
he said, moving at a quicker pace than he had. He seemed to be
growing even bigger if that was possible.
He watched me with heavy lidded
eyes. He moaned throwing back his head. "Fuck," he muttered under
his breath, his breathing ragged. "Yes, that's it. Keep going
Jamie." He moaned, kissing me. His teeth tugged at my bottom lip.
I whimpered. "Yes! Jamie, Jamie. Oh God, Jamie. Keep
going. Just a little longer... Yesssss!" He groaned as
he released his load. I could feel it on my hand. I slowed down
my pace, sick with myself. He sighed and finally said, "You can
stop." Tears leaked from my eyes and I sat as far away from him
as I could on the bed. His breathing was under control. His arm
slipped around my waist, and I tried to push away from him. He
buried his face in my hair, pulling me back into his chest. "I'm
sorry," he whispered. "I didn't mean to threaten you like that.
You just... It's so hard, because I know you love me, but you
don't. I thought, I thought that-" He sighed. "I was being
selfish. I want you so bad, but you want to wait. I know it's
your first time, but I'll be gentle. I promise."
"I don't want to have fucking sex
with you!" I shouted at him, a trail of tears down my cheeks. I
had never touched anyone like that in my life. I strictly
believed in abstinence. I felt nauseous.
"I know you've never done something
like that. Physically, you're as innocent as they come. I'm
sorry. I really am Jamie," he said soothingly.
"Could you please stop saying my
name?" I asked quietly. "I feel sick every time you say it and I
don't even know your name." That fact made me feel even more
"What?" I asked, confused.
"My name's Alex. I'm twenty-three
years old. I've been watching you for a year and a half. I love
you because of how pure and caring you are. I'm surprised that's
even possible with the way you look. And, well, I can't tell you
where we are other than somewhere far away from anyone else," he
said. I still looked confused. Probably from the overload of
information. "Answers," he said simply. "You wanted
"What time is it?" I asked,
completely ignoring his rant.
"Nearly six p.m. Do you want to see
the rest of the house?" he asked enthusiastically.I nodded.
Anything to escape being locked in a bedroom with him. He grasped
my hand firmly. I tried to yank it away, but he wouldn't allow
it. He walked out into the living room with me in tow. It was
wide and open. There were two or three small couches, a coffee
table, and a huge TV with surround sound, DVD player, etc. All in
all, it was a nice house. "This is the living room."
"As if that weren't obvious," I
said sarcastically under my breath. He heard me and chuckled,
smiling at me as if I were some exotic, endangered animal. I once
again tried and failed to pull my hand out of his grasp.
"We'll watch a movie later, after
dinner probably. I'll give you the rest of the tour later. I'm
going to make your favorite meal for your first day here. Chicken
Alfredo," he said proudly, as if I should applaud the fact that
he remembered, even though he shouldn't know it in the first
place. I swallowed the bile in my throat. "Speaking of dinner, I
should start that, so I'll show you the kitchen real quick, you
can pick out a movie and then we'll watch after dinner and the
rest of the tour!" he said happily. I jumped at the opportunity
to get away from him though, so I agreed.
I went over to his massive
collection of DVDs. I didn't recognize most of them. Most of them
were romance, romance-comedy, or rated X movies. Disgusting
perv... I decided that I would rather go with romance-comedy
rather than any of the other ones. I picked the most innocent one
I could find. At least there weren't any sex scenes in it. Well,
it was rated PG-13, so I assumed that. It was called Till The
End. I scoffed at the hackneyed story plot. Boy meets girl. Boy
falls in love with girl. Girl doesn't like boy. Blah, blah, blah.
I cringed when I felt "Alex" slip his arms around my waist. He
brought his lips to my ear. "Dinner's ready." I pushed him away
and made my way towards the table.
My stomach automatically clenched
at the delicious scent of my favorite meal. He pulled a chair out
for me. I took the other one instead. He chuckled to himself
before sitting down. He poured me a glass of wine. "I'm
not drinking that," I said stubbornly.
"Why not? You've always begged your
mother to let you try some. I'm only trying to make you happy,"
"If you want to make me happy, let
me go," I snapped at him. He sighed, taking a bite of his food.
My mouth watered. I glanced down at my plate before looking back
up at him. He took a slow, deliberate bite, looking straight into
my eyes. He grinned. I picked up my fork slowly.
"Please eat Jamie," he said, almost
sounding sad. I glared at him before taking a bite. It was
delicious. I had to stop myself from groaning at the satisfying
taste in my mouth. Alex watched my face, amused.
"Why have you been watching me for
a year and a half?" I said quietly after a few minutes.
"Because you're amazing," he said
"No, I mean, when did you first
start watching me and why?" I said.
"Well..." he said hesitantly. "I
was substituting for your class. I sometimes did it to earn a
little pocket money. Other times, I did it because I liked it.
But I was substituting that day, and the classes were horrible.
Your class was the last one. There was trash all over the floor,
the students had been rude, and only a few kids actually turned
in the work. You were one of them. You came up to me after the
bell rang and you told me I did a pretty good job considering how
horrible your class was. You offered to help me clean up even
though you hadn't helped make any of the mess," he said, as if
that memory was crystal clear. It made me sick to my
"I do that with all my substitutes
and teachers!" I argued.
"That's my point. You're so caring
when you want to be, Jamie. So, I looked through the roll for
your name. Then I found out what lunch bell you had, and I went
to see if you were that way with everyone. There was a girl
sitting alone, and you went up to her and introduced yourself.
Then, you asked her if she wanted to come sit with you. You're so
kind to everyone. I started watching you from time to time, but
then I started falling in love with you and I knew I had to take
you. And here you are," he sighed.
"You're sick. How could you follow
a fifteen-year-old girl?" I said. He just stared at me
After we finished our food, he
said, "What movie did you pick out?"
"Till The End," I scoffed. "Don't
you have any non-porn, non-romance movies?" I asked.
He seemed to think for a minute.
"No... Let's go watch the movie," he said, taking my hand.
I sat at the very end of the couch.
He sat down, not two inches away from me. I looked at the rest of
the couch, and back at him. "Move," I said
"No, it's my couch. I can
sit where ever I want," he said.
"Fine, I'll move," I said,
standing up to walk past him. Instead, he pulled me into his lap.
"Hey!" I yelled. He held onto my wrists with one hand and pressed
'play' on the remote. He pulled me against his chest. As he
skipped through the previews, I started to struggle. My back was
against his chest. I could almost feel his calm heartbeat. The
movie started to begin. The lights were off, and it gave me a
sense of unease. The dark had always been my comfort, but it now
seemed to turn shadows into monsters, and at the moment, it
seemed to make me even more fearful of 'Alex'.
I started trying to pull away again
as the first scene flashed across the screen. He pressed a hand
against my stomach and one on my leg. "Every time you struggle,
my hands move further up," he said huskily in my ear. I froze,
shivering. "Oh, baby. Are you cold?" he cooed in my ear. He
grabbed a blanket and after wrapping it around us, he pulled me
We were ten minutes into the movie,
and I hadn't moved once, for fear of what he would do. I wasn't
really paying attention to the movie. Until a sex scene came on.
We were ten minutes into the movie for crying out loud! I could
hear his heavy breathing in my ear, and I could feel his
arousement. I tried to pull out of his arms quickly. The last
time this had happened, he'd forced me to give him a hand job. I
heard his chuckle in my ear, and realized I'd forgotten that I
was supposed to stay still. His hands were moving to just below
my chest, and up my thigh. I tried to stay still, but his breath
tickled my ear. He started kissing my neck, and then I realized
his hands were still moving. One hand on the under part of my
chest, and the other at the bottom of my shorts. If he wasn't
going to stop, then it was time to fight.
"Stay still," he said seductively,
but to me, it was like acid. I started struggling even more. "Do
we need to go to option number three?" he threatened. I stopped,
and so did he. He'd probably realized that he'd just threatened
me again. One of his hands cupped my breast through my shirt.
He'd probably just realized he could get away with threatening me
too. I gasped, trying to stay still. The hand at the bottom of my
shorts moved up to the elastic waistband. His fingers went just
under the edge of it, touching the skin just below my stomach. I
"Please, I'm staying still. Please
stop," I cried, a tear slipping out. Somehow, he managed to turn
me around on his lap so that I was straddling him. I could feel
him through my shorts, pressing against somewhere that made me
gasp and try to pull away. He wiped my tear away, and pulled me
against his chest.
"You didn't want this to happen?"
he asked, letting me pull back a little, but holding onto my
"No! Why would I want you to touch
me like this?" I said incredulously. His hands tightened their
grip. I shuddered.
"Then why did you pick a porn movie
for us to watch?" he said, sounding angry and a little
"I didn't! I picked some movie
called Till The End. It was the most innocent movie I could find
in your collection.
"Then there was a different movie
in the case. I watch this one all the time. I think the girl
looks like you," he said as if it was a compliment. "I like to
watch it and pretend it's us."
"You're sick. I'm seventeen years
old, and you're like 25."
"23," he corrected.
"It doesn't matter. That's illegal,
and you've been thinking like this since I was fifteen! What's
wrong with you?" I shouted at him. He turned us over so that I
was lying on my back on the couch and he was on top of me.
"It's not like I'm some 40 year old
pedophile," he said angrily. "There's nothing wrong about the way
I feel about you. It's natural to want to have sex with someone
you love. I guess I need to teach you a lesson. You don't want me
touching you intimately? Then that's what I'll have to do." He
let his words sink in before he stood up. I was confused until he
threw me over his shoulder.
"No!" I screamed. "Put me
down!" He started walking back towards the bedroom, as moans came
from the TV. My heart started racing. Before I knew it, he threw
me down on the bed, closing the door and locking it. My breaths
became shorter, and faster. Panic flooded my mind. It was like a
scene from the stories I loved to read. I hated that it made me
excited. I'd always wondered what it'd be like to be in that
situation. Not that I would ever willingly give myself
to a stranger.
He stood at the end of the bed,
undoing the buttons of his shirt, and finally letting it fall to
the ground. He picked something up off a table. I realized they
were handcuffs. He smirked as I stared at them. I gave him a
pleading look. A few seconds later, he was on top of me, pinning
my arms to the mattress. "I like it better this way, physically
holding you down, but I can't do what I want if I'm doing that. I
want to take you right now, and who knows, maybe I will if the
need gets too strong," he whispered in my ear, his voice husky.
He wanted to keep me on edge, I realized.
He quickly handcuffed my wrists to
the bed. He was too strong for me. I couldn't fight him. "God,
you're so beautiful. So helpless. So... innocent, and yet so
guilty of not-so-innocent thoughts," he muttered, grabbing my
hair and pulling it softly. He knew what to do. He knew what
things I loved most. He'd probably read some of my mediocre
stories. He knew that the captor in my stories was strong and
firm, but that he was soft, filled with love that the main
character didn't want. That main character being me now.
His hands moved to my waist. "The
more you listen to me, the easier it'll be for you Jamie. Listen
to me now... I want you to try and relax your muscles," he said
softly, in a voice I assume he thought was soothing. Not wanting
to upset him, I tried to do as he said. I relaxed all my muscles.
His lips trailed softly up and down my neck, searching for my
sweet spot. I didn't know where it was. I had never been kissed
by a man before him. As he reached the base of my throat, my body
tensed up and I gasped. The skin there was sensitive. He let his
teeth lightly scrape against it. A whimper escaped my lips. I bit
my lip to stop myself. He pulled away and looked at me. "Don't
stop yourself from any response Jamie. It's a normal reaction,"
he said softly.
I flinched as his lips pressed
against my throat once again. He tugged softly on my hair,
causing me to lift my face higher, giving him more access to my
throat. He softly bit the sweet spot, causing me to groan. I
tried to stop myself as he sucked on the now extremely sensitive
skin, letting his tongue come out to caress the spot every now
and then. I don't know why, but I moaned. I felt heat flush my
skin. This shouldn't feel good. He finally stopped his slow
torture, a satisfied grin on his face. He unbuttoned my shorts.
"What are you doing?" I shouted.
"I said I was going to teach you a
lesson. Surely you didn't think that was the
punishment?" he said, grinning. He unzipped my shorts, slipping
them off of me. I started kicking at him. He pulled my shirt up
over my head, uncuffing one hand at a time to get it off. My
fighting proved to be futile. I sat there in just my panties. I
longed to curl up my body, to cover myself, but he held me down.
He stared at my nearly naked body. Tears streamed down my face.
Without hesitation, he wiped them away, kissing me. My efforts
were useless. The kiss was short. He braced himself with one hand
while he laid the other on my stomach.
He pulled the blanket over us. His
hand crept up until it cupped one of my breasts. He softly
squeezed and started rubbing his thumb in circles moving towards
my nipple. He had a determined look on his face. He brought his
face down to his primary focus. His lips caressed the area around
my nipple. I shuddered, tears flowing. I couldn't help it. I
begged. "Please don't do this to me," I cried in a broken voice.
He ignored me and his tongue came out to flick my nipple. I
gasped. My mind detested his touch, but my body was responding to
the physical attention he was giving it, not my thoughts. I was
getting aroused as much as I didn't want to, and he knew
He stopped to slip my panties off.
Now I was completely naked and at his mercy. He took a few
moments to fully appreciate my exposed body. I could feel his
already large arousement getting even larger. I gulped. "Now
comes your real punishment," he said with heavy lidded eyes. "I'm
going to make you cum for me." I felt a stab of ice in my chest.
I would not be humiliated by this man. I would do no such thing.
He caught the glint in my eye and smiled. "I'll have you moaning,
whether you want to be or not Jamie." That concluded our
I felt his hand between my legs.
"You're wet," he whispered seductively. I jerked when I felt him
touch my naked flesh. It was like an electrical charge running
through my body. His rough fingers pressed against me. I had to
suppress a gasp as the heat of arousal spread through me. I hated
it. It didn't help when his fingers started rubbing slowly in a
circular motion. Wildfire spread throughout me. The steady
rubbing motion his fingertips were making made me squirm. I
groaned, throwing my head back against the pillows, squeezing my
I once again tried to squeeze my
thighs together, but his knees were between my legs, keeping them
apart. Pressure started to build up within me. I groaned again.
The delicious pain of unwanted pleasure. I sobbed softly. His
fingers started moving more quickly. I tried to hold it off. I
would not give him the satisfaction. This internal struggle
continued for a few more minutes before he whispered in my ear,
"I can feel the tension. You've been close for a while now. Give
into it. Stop fighting it." I muffled a moan by biting my lip,
but he heard it. "It's so sexy when you do that, bite your lip.
Or moaning. Either one turns me on," he said in a husky
His fingers applied more pressure.
I screamed out. "I don't want to do this! Please stop," I
whispered, shaking as my body was overwhelmed with the
sensations. He ignored me. "Stop!... Alex, please," I
cried. And he did. He actually stopped. I throbbed, so
close. Just one small touch would push me over the edge. I
He gently sunk his teeth into my
lower lip, sucking. At the same moment, he pressed one of his
fingers inside of me. I moaned as the orgasm came. Though I had
held it off, it was not without a price. The orgasm was
shattering. My body twitched and curled. I screamed out in the
unwanted ecstasy. My mind couldn't fight it. It was a sensual
overload. I sobbed as I came down from it. My heart was
My first orgasm.
He had taken it from me. My first
kiss, my first touch, and now this. I sobbed openly. He unlocked
the handcuffs. I pulled my arms down, wrapping them around my
body, curling into a ball. He didn't say anything for a long
time. He just let me cry as he pulled me into his arms. I was too
worked up to fight him. I screamed and sobbed. I could swear I
felt his body shaking around me. Salty tears covered my face.
"You said my name," he whispered. Not, 'sorry'. Not, 'I shouldn't
have done that to you'. No. He was concerned with the fact that I
said his name. I didn't have the energy to speak, so I just
nodded. "You've never said it before," he whispered. I said
nothing in return to that.
I let another soft sob escape me,
trying to wipe the tears from my eyes. He put his palms against
my cheeks and used his thumbs to wipe away the tears. I stared at
him with my anger rolling off of me in violent waves. "Are you
you okay?" he asked, trying to draw me into his arms. I pushed
"Just leave me alone..." I said
quietly, turning away from him. I felt the mattress shift as he
left me. The door shut quietly behind him. I managed to pull my
clothes on before curling up under the covers and falling
I awoke a few hours later when Alex crawled into bed next to me. "What are you doing?" I asked accusingly. My mind was foggy with sleep.
"This is my bed. I'm going to
sleep," he said, pulling me against him. I pushed him away with
"Don't touch me," I
hissed. He ignored me, pulling me into his arms. My body went
He sighed and then quietly said,
"I'm sorry Jamie. I shouldn't have pushed you into that. I
knew you weren't ready. I won't touch you again like
that until you are." With that, we were both quiet.
"You promise?" I said quietly, but
my voice still broke. My eyes stung. I wanted it to be true, but
I didn't believe him.
"Yes," he said. "I promise."
A/N: Hey everybody, Kira here. Do me a favor. This is my FIRST time publishing something like this, and I don't know if I'm any good at it. Tell me how I did? Any tips to make my writing better? Encouragement would be great, since I'm kind of embarrassed about writing it in the first place.