Closed Doors

Closed Doors

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Being forced to go out, Tasha finds herself wishing she was home as she suffers the nightclub scene. Trying to locate the restrooms, she stumbles on a private matter being held inside an office. Having seen too much, Tasha is held against her will as Brent Tipton holds her life in the palm of his hand. Instead of killing her he decides she will make an excellent gift for his brother's birthday which happens to be today. After forced to leave the club, Tasha finds herself naked, bounded, and gagged in the back of a limo as the limo waits for its owner. Waiting for Brent's brother to find his "ready to play" gift, she unknowing receives a taste to what is to come in her days ahead. Will she enjoy every second or beg to be released ... maybe she will enjoy begging instead. Locked Doors Fall 2014

Summary

Being forced to go out, Tasha finds herself wishing she was home as she suffers the nightclub scene. Trying to locate the restrooms, she stumbles on a private matter being held inside an office. Having seen too much, Tasha is held against her will as Brent Tipton holds her life in the palm of his hand. Instead of killing her he decides she will make an excellent gift for his brother's birthday which happens to be today. After forced to leave the club, Tasha finds herself naked, bounded, and gagged in the back of a limo as the limo waits for its owner. Waiting for Brent's brother to find his "ready to play" gift, she unknowing receives a taste to what is to come in her days ahead. Will she enjoy every second or beg to be released ... maybe she will enjoy begging instead.

Locked Doors Fall 2014

Chapter1 (v.1) - Closed Doors

Author Chapter Note

Being forced to go out, Tasha finds herself wishing she was home as she suffers the nightclub scene. Trying to locate the restrooms, she stumbles on a private matter being held inside an office. Having seen too much, Tasha is held against her will as Brent Tipton holds her life in the palm of his hand. Instead of killing her he decides she will make an excellent gift for his brother's birthday which happens to be today. After forced to leave the club, Tasha finds herself naked, bounded, and gagged in the back of a limo as the limo waits for its owner. Waiting for Brent's brother to find his "ready to play" gift, she unknowing receives a taste to what is to come in her days ahead. Will she enjoy every second or beg to be released ... maybe she will enjoy begging instead.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: June 04, 2014

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Closed Doors

Ancel Waters

 

Published by Ancel Waters at Smashwords

Copyright Text May 2014 Ancel Waters

 

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This book contains explicit sexual encounters. 

 

Closed Doors

Tasha swore that this would be the last time she ever stepped foot into a night club in her life.  “I will be right back!” Tasha shouts over the music to her friend, Maggie.  Maggie nods in acknowledgement.  Tasha surfs through the sea of bodies on the dance floor.  God I hate night clubs.  She thinks to herself as she feels a hand grab at her ass.  Finally pushing her way through, Tasha reaches the hallway where the restrooms are supposed to be.  Glancing down the hall, Tasha only sees one door.“Must be a normal bathroom.  That’s pretty dumb for a night club.” Tasha says to herself as she approaches the door. Why is there not a line? Turning the knob Tasha shrugs off the question as she walks in.  Thinking her day is finally turning around for her, Tasha stops dead in her tracks.  This was not a bathroom but an office and right in front of her are two huge guys, one pointing a gun at a man lying in the floor, curled up in a ball, crying. “Get the girl, Kyle!” one of them screams, “And close that damn door.” Unable to do anything but stand there with her mouth open, a huge arm snatch her up as the door slams shut.  Tasha hears Kyle, assuming its him that has her, following orders and locking the door.  Now they lock the door. She couldn’t believe out of all the things at that moment she could focus on, it was how they forgot to lock the door in the first place.“You motherfucker!”  The other guy with the gun shouts as he kicks the sobbing man on the floor.  “What do you want me to do with her, Brent?”  Kyle asks.  “Just put her on the couch.  We will deal with her in a moment.”  The gunned man replies.  Tasha quickly glances at the stained couch against the wall.  Thoughts of all the things that may have occurred on it Tasha gags a little as she is forced towards it.  Her capturer quickly turns her around and pushes her down. “Stay.”  He orders.  “FUCK!” Brent roars and shoves the barrel of the gun into the back of the sobbing man’s head.  “I should blow your damn brains all over the floor but that’s one more thing that will keep me from my brother’s party. “  Tasha cringes from his outburst.  Horrified that she is about to witness a murder, Tasha turns her head away; closing her eyes.  This can’t be real. This can’t be real.  Tasha chants to herself.  “I don’t have time for this.  Jake, I want my money by nine a.m. tomorrow.  Kyle, escort this piece of shit out of here.”  Brent orders.“What about the girl?”  Kyle asks in a harsh whisper. “I will deal with the girl.” Brent replies calmly.  Tasha’s tears escape her now open eyes and start to flow down her cheeks. Shit.  That was the only thing Tasha could think as her sad short life passes before her.  Taking in deep breathes; she tries to suppress the need to throw up. Over the roaring of the blood in her ears, Tasha hears the two men shuffle around.  “On your feet now. I don’t want your blood on my clothes.” Kyle orders the one Brent called Jake.  Tasha watches Jake struggling to get up as he moans. Hearing a door open, she knows there is no way they could just walk out of here with a battered man and a crying woman.  Taking her eyes off Jake, Tasha sees Brent opening an Exit door near the back of the office.  That’s how. Tasha points out to herself as the smell of the city’s night air assaults her nose.  Kyle grabs Jake by his arm forcing him towards the outside.  Watching the two men disappear out the door, Tasha looks over at Brent.  He strides across the office area and stops in front of her. Tasha drops her gaze to the floor as he looks straight at her.  “What is your name?” He starts.  “Tasha.” she nervously answers.  Glancing up through her eyelashes, Tasha notices the sickly sweet smile on his lips.  Not good. She mentally makes a note.  He squats down in front of her and grabbing her face with his hand over her mouth. He lifts her face so that she is staring directly into his dark brown eyes.  “Tasha I am going to ask you some important questions.  I want you to be honest.  Your life depends on it.  You understand me?”  Brent questions, his eyes never leaving her eyes. Tasha tries to respond but his hand traps the “yes” in her mouth so she just slightly nods her head.  Pulling his hand away from her, he continues, “How old are you?” Tasha states, “Twenty-five.” Under his breathe Tasha swears he mutters something about not making them like this when he was that age.  Gazing at his face, she takes him to be between late thirties to early forties.  “Have a boyfriend?” he questions. Tasha looks down to her hands as she fidgets with them on her lap.  Technically she hadn’t official said the words to Todd but walking into his office and seeing him between his boss’s legs and walking back out should be all she needed to say. Brent interrupts her before she could answer, “Let me rephrase that are you in any relationship.  I know how you women are with half-truths.”  Angry flairs through Tasha as she thinks, you know how women are, huh?  Fueled with angry, Tasha’s voice dripping in venom, she snaps at him, “As of two sixteen today I became a single woman again.”  Brent let out a deep growling chuckle. “Oh yea you are perfect.”  Lifting her eye brow at his statement, Tasha is confused by what just happen here.  Was he interviewing her?  “Did you come here with anybody?” Tasha chokes on her own spit after her throat closed after hearing that question. Coughing she stutters, “No… III… didddn’t.”  She sees Brent tilt his head at her response.  “I understand your reason for lying.  I am not pleased though. Give me her name or I will drag her in here to join you.” He orders.  Not wanting her friend involved Tasha quickly answers him with Maggie’s name.  Brent walks over to the desk and hits a button on the desk phone. A male’s voice flows through the speaker, “Mr. Tipton?  I thought you were at your parent’s.  Did the party go well?” “No this is Brent.  Well you please tell Maggie Baxter that Tasha wanted her to know she was leaving but stay and have fun.  Also, make sure all her drinks are comp tonight.”  He tells the man on the other end.  All Tasha heard was “Yes sir” then the line goes dead. “One last question then we can move along.  Do you have a clean medical record?”  Taken back from the brash question, Tasha gasps at him.  “That is none of your damn business.”  Tasha regrets immediately cussing him as his face turns red. “Answer the damn question!” Brent hollers.  “No. I mean… No I have nothing. I am clean.”  She quickly answers.  Brent scans her body once more with his eyes.  “Well Tasha today is your lucky day. You get to live a little longer.” Brent states proudly as if she should be grateful and kiss his feet.  She just stares at him.  My lucky day?  I hate to see an unlucky one then.   She watches him glance down to his watch.  “I don’t have much time.  Come on let’s go.” Brent motions for her to follow him with his gun.  Tasha stands up moving towards him.  “You try anything funny I will shoot you.”  Brent grabs her arm with his free hand starts dragging her to the back door. “I should get brother of the year for this.” Brent states to out loud as they walk out the exit door.

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Stepping out into the dark alley, Tasha glances around for someone who could help her.  “I told you no funny business.” Brent growls into her ear.  She feels the cold metal of the barrel pressing into her side.  Brent yanks her to the left, heading towards a limo that was parked outside the door.  A man appears from the shadows smoking a cigarette.  “Let me get the door for you Mr. Tipton.” He says as he scurries towards the limo’s door.  “Get in.” Brent orders and pushes her towards the opening. Tasha climbs inside the limo; following directly behind her is Brent.  “Have seat over there.” he points to the bench seat near the privacy divider.  She takes a seat as he opens a cabinet locate next to her.  “Always the little boy scout, little brother.”  Brent laughs.  She watches him pull out three silk black scarfs, and two identical pair of leather cuffs with gator clips attached to each one.  Tossing one pair of the cuffs in her lap, Brent orders her to put them on.  As she places the cuffs around her wrist, Brent places the second pair around her ankles.  “Hands above your head.” He barks. Swiftly Tasha obeys raising her arms high in the air. He leans over and clips her bound hands to hooks in the limo’s ceiling.  Leaning back against the head rest, Tasha mentally scolds herself for going out tonight.  Had she stuck to her original plan of staying home to sweat pants and sappy movies, she would be safely home but no she had let Maggie talk her into going out.  A hand slides down from her neck directly straight to the small curls that covers her sex.“With everything I had to deal with today I had forgotten it’s my brother’s birthday.  Before you stumbled into that office, I would have shown up empty handed but now…” Brent pauses as his gently strokes his hand back to her throat, “I have the perfect gift.”  Fear washes over Tasha.  Taking in deep breathes; Tasha tries to hash out what he just said in her mind.  I must have heard him wrong. That is it.  No way is he going to give me to his brother as a gift.  Tasha gazes over to him as he shackles her ankles to the floor at different points causing her legs to spread wide open. He pulls out a pair of long bladed scissors and proceeds to cut her clothes from her body. Completely exposed in front of his hungry eyes, Tasha pulls against the restraint in a fail attempt to shield her huge breast.  She has always been self-conscious of how they look bare. Her face flushes with shame when Brent leans back admiring her.  “Damn.  Maybe after my brother is done with you, I will take you for a while.” Tasha cringes inside.  She can’t believe it.  This wacko is really going to give me as a birthday gift.  Brent leans forward and whispers to her, “I could take you right now.  Just the sight of you has my dick hard but he won’t like his toy being played with before he gets it.” Brent shakes his head.  “God I wish my wife had your body.”  Tasha’s body stiffens up as he skims both his hands up her calves to her hips.  He continues on his path to her breast but halts when the driver’s voice comes across the speaker, “Mr. Tipton, we are pulling up now.”  He drops his hands away from her body.  Her stomach tightens and churns from his hands assaulting her body.  She steadies her insides with a few deep cleansing breaths, Tasha sighs from relief but the threat of throwing up still lingers.  Picking up the scarfs, he balls one up and shoves it into her mouth.  Quickly he wraps another around her head and ties it between her lips locking the balled one in her mouth. Panic sets in when the balled up scarf starts to dry her mouth out, she struggles against the restraints.  Brent lets out a growl as he grabs a fist full of her long brunette hair yanking her head back roughly.  As pain racing across Tasha’s scalp, he commands her to calm down. She closes her eyes and breathes slowly in and out of her nostrils.  “Good girl.  Breathe in, breathe out.” He coaches her as his hand strokes her cheek. .  Her heart gradually decelerates as the wave of panic decreases.  “I am going to blind fold you now. Just breathe.”  Brent says to her as the cool silk wraps around her eyes.  The silk presses into her skin as he tightens the knot against the back of her head.  Bounded in darkness, Tasha’s hearing is intensified.  She picks up on Brent shuffling in the cabinet.  “There it is.”  Feeling his arm snake around her lower back, Tasha feels a rough strap brush against her back.  Brent pulls his arm out from behind and the sound of velcro resonates through the limo.The velcro strap digs into her flesh as it constricts around her.  He wraps two other straps around the tops of her thighs.  A cold, rubbery object is placed near her exposed clit.  “Lift your ass towards the edge of the seat.”  Brent orders. Tasha slides down towards the edge. She senses cold metal brushing against her skin.  A few clicking sounds and the rubbery object is laying right on her clit.  “Beautiful.  Stay in that place.”  Brent whispers softly.  Tasha’s lower back begins to burn from the awkward angle of her body.  Feeling her muscles slowly weaken, she slides back some. He grips her waist pulling her back as a soft pillow is placed behind her.  “Stay as you are.”  Brent snaps.  Silence falls around them then Tasha hears a click as the object between her legs begins to pulsate. Waves of desire flow through her as she feels her clit respond to the small vibrations.  “Nothing like getting a gift you can use immediately.” Brent chuckles at his own joke.  She feels the pleasure slowly build in her stomach causing her nipples to harden.  He inhales deeply.  “I can imagine how sweet the smell of your passion will be when the door opens.”  Tasha whimpers in her gag in response.  “Mike, I need your assistance.”  Brent calls out the driver.  She feels the limo tremble as Mike gets out and closes his door.  The side door slings open and he enters inside.  “How can I be of assistance?” Tasha detects Brent moving towards the opened side door.  “I need you to keep watch on my brother’s gift.  If she attempts anything shoot her.  I will just call Darrell to clean up the mess.”  Even with the burning fire deep inside growing, his words send a chill down her spine.  “Yes sir.”  Mike replies.  Hearing the door shut and the only noises in the small enclosed area was the vibrator and whimpers, Tasha fights against the increasing need growing between her legs. Mike breaks the silence and her concentration as he says “I love this job.”

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In a haze of pleasure Tasha couldn’t make out what Mike had said.  The thing receiving all her attention is the vibrator.  Its pulsation quickens enough to bring her to the edge but not enough to send her over it.  Tasha tries to sit up straight but the pillow holds her back as her muscles tighten and a new wave of pleasures grows.  A moan escapes through the gag as her legs shake from the desire to cum.  The vibrator slows down to a soft hum again.  Sweat covers her entire body and juices from her sex flow between her ass cheeks onto the leather interior.  Shame flares inside Tasha.  Someone will be cleaning this up and will know what happened.  Tasha frets on that thought for only a second before she was interpreted by the sound of a zipper being unzipped. The limo sways a little from the movement of the driver as Tasha senses him coming closer to her.  “Damn he was right. The sight of you makes me ache.” She hears him say, his voice laced with desire. Tasha tries to brace herself for his touch but instinctively her body forces her to bow towards him as another wave rushes through her.  “That’s it.  Beg for it.”  Mike groans.  His right hand makes contact with her inner thigh.  Tasha lets out a deep moan as her desire reaches a whole new level from being touched.  Franticly she pants harder as his hand trails up her sensitive skin.  Rotating her hips in a slight grinding motion, the driver exhales a slow hiss-like breathe.  Her skin prickles as he glides his hand from her inner thigh and gently strokes her swollen moist lips.  “Beautiful.” Mike states.  Feeling one of his fingers at her needy entrance, Tasha lifts her hips and attempts to push down on his finger, only to have him slide his fingers down between her ass cheeks and swiftly glides his whole palm back up over her pussy.  Tasha releases an agonized moan as her core’s muscles spasm and tightens up with the need to be filled. Over her own moans, Tasha detects a wet suction sound echoing around her over and over.  “God you feel like silk on my dick.”  Mike whispers in a breathy voice. Her pussy clinches tight as an image of him on his knees stroking his cock glistening with her juices surfaces in her mind.  She grinds her hips as the image auto loops with the outside sound of him jacking off.  “Yes show me that sweet wet pussy.”  Lifting her ass higher, Tasha tries to beg him to fill her using her moans.  Suddenly as if Mike had understood, she feels the tip of his finger breach her soaked entrance.  “I would give anything to be balls deep in that hot snatch right now.”  Mike mutters.  Quickly the suction sound turns into a fast slapping sound causing her pussy to clamp around his finger tip.  Needing his finger to be deep, Tasha shifts her body closer to the edge making his finger sink in deeper. Before she could get it to her sweet spot, he pulls his finger out and grips her other thigh.  Grunting as he makes a couple of strong jerking movements, she feels something wet splatter on her foot.  His grip on her thigh eases up as he removes his hand from her.  Tasha hears what sounds like him zipping up his pants.  “Damn I haven’t cum that hard in years.”  Mike voices to no one in particular.  Feeling  some type of cloth brush her skin as Mike cleans his cum off her foot, a cell phone rings somewhere near the back of the limo.  The limo shifts around as the driver moves to answer it.  “Mr. Tipton?” Tasha could only make out a muffle male voice coming from the other end.  “Ok sir.  I will pull the car around now.”  In a daze, Tasha wonders which Mr. Tipton he was speaking to.She mentally shrugs off the question. As her only concern now is the vibrator between her legs that has picked up speed again.  “Here I go again,” she sobs in her mind.

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In a fog of desire Tasha lays limp. The only thing holding her up are the cuffs as the night’s air sends chill bumps across her sweat soaked body when the limo’s door opens.  The limo sways from side to side as Mr. Tipton enters rather quickly and the door slams shut. Tasha wonders which Mr. Tipton is with her as he inhales deeply.  She waits for him to speak but the only sounds she can faintly detect is a soft electronic beep and the driver’s voice echoes through the space.  “What can I do for you, sir?” “Get my brother on the phone.” Mr. Tipton announces. “Right away sir.” The driver answers.  Tasha’s fear spikes; fully aware now this is not Brent.  What will happen to me if he refuses?  Already overwhelmed from the lack of sexual release, the tears soak through the silk as she waits with her life on the line.  “I have him on hold. Would you like to speak to him now?” the driver ask.  “Yes put him through.”  Tasha hears a faint click and Brent’s voice radiates through the speakers, “Calling me already?  I assumed I wouldn’t hear from you into the morning.” The man replies in a deep husky voice, “I believe you left something in my limo.” There was something almost predatory about his voice that sends shivers across her flesh, down her spine and straight to her pussy. A moan escapes from behind her gag as images of him whispering in her ear as he orders her to cum for him flash through her mind.  “No man it’s my gift to you,” Brent chuckles; disturbing her impish thoughts.  “Your gift?” Mr. Tipton mutters.  Tasha could feel his eyes upon her as he continues, “Did it not occur to you I might have had a date tonight?”  He growls.  Brent laughs echo around the limo.  “Please you don’t bring your dates to family gatherings.”  Tasha takes notice on how Brent emphasizes on the word dates.  “What is that all about?” questions in her mind. Mr. Tipton counters with, “If I had brought someone with me, you and I would be having a completely different conversation.” Brent grows silent for a brief moment. “I know man.  Hey I’m sorry.  There are a few things you need to know but it can wait for in the morning.  Enjoy yourself, Chris.” Brent bids farewell as the line goes dead leaving Tasha and Mr. Chris Tipton in a blanket of silence.  It is interrupted by the sound of the vibrator as it increases its pulsation.  Locking her legs down, she stiffens up her body.  She shakes all over as she closes in on the peak of her arousal. Fighting the urge to grind her hips, she whimpers as her mound aches and her breasts grow heavy on her chest.  When she thought she couldn't take anymore, the vibrator stops.  She releases a frustrated moan; tears stream down her face as they drip from the edge of the blindfold.  She just wants to end the torment between her legs.  His rough hands startle her from the agony when they slide over her hip to her sides.  Silently he removes the binding straps across her stomach and thighs and with them the tiny vibrator.  “You may only cum when I say.”  His husky voice fuels the stalemate burning inside her into a blazing inferno.  Tasha bows her body towards his in hopes of some type of contact or to encourage him to touch her.  “Patience my dear. “  He calmly states to her as she feels his body closing in on hers.  The cool fabric of his shirt tantalizes her over-heated flesh as he inches closer to her chest.  Cupping her breast with both of his hands, he runs the tip of his tongue against the side as he travels towards her pert nipple.  Swirling his tongue around the nipple, she jolts when he blows on it. His breath feels cool against her wet hot nipple.  Chris wraps his other hand around the other and twists it.She feels the effects all the way down to her sex as the muscles spasm in response to the mixture of senses.  His tongue slides across her valley as his stubble scratches against her raw skin intensifying the throb between her thighs.  Wrapping his tongue around her other nipple Chris skims his free hand down her stomach towards her clit.  Tasha tries to grinds her hip but he grips her with his hand stopping her in mid motion.“Needy little pet.”  Tasha could hear the smirk added to the words as his continues, “I will punish you for that but right now…”  He stops speaking to her as he plunges two of his fingers inside her moist opening.  The pleasure of being filled causes her body to bow as the moan catches in her throat.  “Yes.” He hisses out as he pulls them out and thrusts them back into her.Removing his fingers from her dripping slit, she can feel him raise his arm toward his face.  Seconds later a suction-like pop follow by a deep moan comes from his direction. He whispers to her, “You taste as sweet as you look and smell.  Now to see if you feel as sweet.”  Tasha’s face flames with embarrassment as it registers he just sucked her juices from the fingers that were deep inside her.  Her pussy gushes from the erotic image it, adding more to her embarrassment.He grabs her by her waist; pulling her over edge of the seat.  Instinctively she braces herself, Tasha’s heart pounds in anticipation for what is coming next. Pressing the tip of his cock against her slit, he slides it between her folds.  Quickly he pushes pass her entrance. She gasp as he pushes deeper in her stretching her beyond what she normally can take. “God yes, just as sweet.” He growls as he is fully gloved inside her.  Pausing only for a moment to give her time to adjust to his massive size, he whispers, “Hang on dear.  This part won’t be sweet.”  Pulling quickly out Chris slams back deep inside her.  As he steadily pumps his cock, Tasha’s muscles clinch around his huge member as her arousal nears its peak once again.  “Don’t cum until I tell you.”  He demands in a harsh growl.  Reaching down he flicks her clit, she throws her head back as she screams into the gag. Her approaching climax was undone as her body starts involuntary grinding against his manhood in response.  “That’s right ride that cock, my little pet.”  A few more deep thrust inside her ready pussy, he grabs her by the neck wrapping his long fingers around it.  “Cum,” Chris orders as his dick twitches deep inside her.  As he slides out, Tasha jerks as his tip grazes against her sweet spot.  She howls from the intense feeling.  Chris lets out an animalistic moan as he shoves back deep inside her warm pussy. Riding on his cock faster now, she explodes around his cock as the orgasm rocks through her body. Her muscles milk his manhood as he twitches inside and with a few small thrust Chris grunts, release his own climax inside her.  Floating on a cloud of bliss, she barely feels him remove himself from her sated sex. Instantly she is pulled from the cloud, back to reality when something wet swipes across her over sensitive clit.  He cleans her of their juices.  Steadying her emotions on what just happened as the pillow is removed, he tenderly pushes her into a normal sitting position. Exhausted and satisfied she leans back against the headrest, Tasha's mind relives her day and how much just opening one door can change someone’s life.  Just this morning she was someone’s fiancée and free and now… she is single and giving away like a slave.  Tears roll down her face as Chris says to her, “Now rest my pet.  You will be at your new home soon.” 

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The spike high heels click across the tiled surface as Tasha heads towards Todd's office.  Wearing nothing but a long black leather jacket and high heels, long sleek red ones, Tasha chews on her lower lip.  Worried that Todd will be upset she came without calling first, she reminds herself that he wanted her to be spontaneous.  "You can't be spontaneous by calling ahead. Now can you?"  She voices to no one but herself.She reaches the closed door and squats down to remove her damp panties and ball them up, readying them to be thrown. Taking in a deep breathe, she opens the door slowly.  To get his attention she plans to sneak in and surprise him by throwing her panties on his desk in front of him.  "Here goes nothing."  Tasha whispers under her breathe.  Closing her eyes, she pushes the door the rest of the way open and steps into the room.

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Startled out of her nightmare by a hand gently shaking her, Tasha releases a scream but the balled up scarf prevents anyone to hear it.  Panic starts to settle in before she remembers her current situation… bound, gagged, blindfolded and fucked in the back of a limo as this guy's birthday gift from his brother.  And if by some sick plan, the sex was incredible.  Damp with her desire from the memory of him deep inside her, she moans into the gag.  "Hungry already my little pet?" Chris snickers in response.  "Please let me go," she tries to beg through the gag but it comes out all muffled. The limo comes to a stop and she could feel the driver and Chris moving around. The limo's door is quickly open.  "I called ahead. Everything is clear," Mike proudly tells Chris.  "Good job. Now come in here and help me move her to the house."  Chris orders and the limo shifts around again.  When she senses them both moving towards her, Tasha's thoughts are of a small tiny bunny between two very hungry wolves.Suddenly, two sets of hands wrap around each of her ankles that sends intense waves of arousal through her as they remove the cuffs from her ankles.  Tasha's shame flushes across her when she feels their eyes on her body.  Responding to her shame, she pulls her legs quickly together to shield herself from their stares.  At the same speed of them closing, they are forced back apart.  "Did I command you to hide pet?"  Chris sternly questions her.  His silky voice paralyzes her.  Unable to do anything Tasha lies there with her legs wide open again.  "That's better but bad behavior will be dealt with later."  Chris finally speaks after a few minutes of silence.The scent of coffee and cedar grows stronger as Chris moves in closer to her body.  His scent triggers thoughts of him deep inside her again. Chris's shirt gently brushes the top of her thighs causes her body to voluntary arch into his."I believe you have hit the jackpot boss.  She can't get enough of you I see."  Mike snickers.  Tasha could feel his arm reaching up towards the clip that holds the cuffs around her wrists above her head.  "Here is my chance." Tasha mentally readies herself as his hand reaches the clip.  Her plan is to swing her bound hands as hard she can into his face as she kicks Mike hopefully in the area to bring him down.  Preparing to fight, she tightens her muscles.  Suddenly his other hand pins her by the throat back against the seat.  Applying pressure to her wind pipe, Tasha struggles for air when she feels the stubble on his face brush against her cheek and his hot breathe in her ear.  "Do it." He growls in her ear when he releases the cuffs from the clip.  The chill from his voice freezes her arms above her as she fights against the screaming urge to lower them.  "We will not have those ideas anymore.  Do we understand pet?"  He questions, squeezing her neck with his fingers.  She nods in acknowledgment.  Pulling his hands back from her as he orders her to count to ten then crawl to the door.  Tasha sways with the limo as the two men exit out of it.  "One, Two, Three," she mentally counts all the way to ten.  Reaching the final number, she slides down the seat to her knees and stretches out to place her cuffed hands, palms down, against the soft carpet underneath her.  Awkwardly she crawls like a newborn towards the chilled night air signaling where she needs to head.  "You crawl beautifully."  She hears him say when she reaches her destination.  His hands softly grip hers. Slowly he lifts them helping her sit back on her ankles.  He tugs her hands indicating for her to exit the limo.  Sliding out and placing her feet on the ground, the cold cement starts to burn her bare feet.  "Put your arms out and hook your fingers in Mike's belt loop."  She complies with his demand only having to brush her fingers accidently against Mike's ass twice before she finds the loop."Follow his lead and remember I am behind you.  Any attempt or sign you are going make a run for it, I will punish you right where I catch you.  And pet … I will catch you."  He smirks.  Slapping the tender lower area of her cheeks, she jumps forward from the sting of it as Mike begins to walk, leading her.  To where she has no clue as she carefully paces her steps with his.  She hears a door knob click and a door squeaks open.  Great another door.  Tasha's heart picks up in rhythm as she follows Mike through it. Once they pass through the doorframe into where ever they are, she hears Chris closing the door.   Doors are just not my thing today.

 

 

 

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About the Author:

I am just a normal stay at home mom. My only escape from dirty clothes, dishes, and kids is reading. I found myself developing my own characters in my mind as I do everyday task. Writing exciting stories in my head help pass the time until I could read a book. My husband encouraged me for a long time to write my own eBooks and share my stories. Closed Doors is just one of the many stories locked in my imagination begging to be put in black and white. I will update as new eBooks are to be released. Coming Summer 2014… Locked Doors ... Tasha journey continues.

 

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