Bound - Volume 1 (A BDSM Erotic Short) Page 2

  She pushed open the door and was making her way through the dimly lit room when a hand came around her mouth and a knife pressed against her throat. Krista sobered instantly. Her heart beat doubled, adrenaline rushing through her body as the assailant pushed her into the wall near the door.

  “Hello, Krista,” the man whispered, his voice deep and husky.

  Random thoughts raced through her brain. Who was he? Was his voice familiar? How did he know her name?

  “Your timing is perfect,” he said softly. “We should have plenty of time to get to know each other.”

  Fear made her heart drop into her stomach. There was only one thing he could want.

  “I’m going to let go of your mouth now, Krista,” he said. “If you are quiet, I won’t hurt you. But if you scream, things will get very – unpleasant. Nod if you understand.”

  Krista nodded. Her eyes squeezed shut, tears leaking from the corners.

  “Good girl,” the attacker whispered as he let go of Krista’s mouth. His breath was warm as it blew across her ear, creating a tiny shiver that snaked down her spine. Without warning, he grabbed her breast and squeezed it roughly, drawing a hiss from between her teeth. She was embarrassed to feel her nipples harden at his touch. “Now reach up slowly and lock the door.”

  “Please don’t hurt me,” Krista whispered, terrified. “Let me go and I’ll never tell a soul.”

  “There’s no fun in that,” he said. “I’ve seen you dance. You’re like liquid sex and I’ve wanted you for ages. The waiting has been so hard.”

  “To talk to you,” he said softly.

  “Touch you,” he whispered, as his lips brushed her ear.

  “Taste you,” he said, letting his lips close around her earlobe.

  His voice dropped lower and seemed to take all of her senses with it, “To fuck you.”

  Krista felt her pussy throb, his words sending an electrifying thrill through her system. She knew it had been a long time since she had been with anyone, but she had to have better taste than some whack job rapist in a dirty bathroom.

  “It has been torture,” the man continued, “wondering what your pussy will taste like on my tongue, how good it will feel to shove my dick inside you, how warm and wet you will be.

  Krista’s body throbbed again as desire soaked her panties. She had never felt like this before. Heat was gathering between her legs, almost painful, but not quite. Her body was a guitar string, stretched tight, waiting for him to strum a chord and send music coursing through her. She gritted her teeth, wondering how she was supposed to fight both her attacker and her body.

  “I don’t want this,” she said softly, ignoring her body’s plea.

  The attacker squeezed her breast again, harder this time and a small moan escaped her mouth. He dragged his hand down the front of her body. “Liar,” he whispered, his lips barely moving against her neck. “Your nipples have been rock hard since I first touched you and I can smell your sweet pussy cream from here. Now, reach up and lock the door.”

  Krista wondered what was wrong with her. She couldn’t possibly like what he was saying, what he was doing. So why was she creaming in her panties? Why couldn’t she catch her breath?

  “Lock the door,” he said, sliding his fingers under her skirt and inside her wet panties. Krista gasped at the contact, ashamed that he could feel the evidence of her body’s betrayal. “Do it now and I will give you what you want.”

  “My body is wrong,” Krista said, tears of shame brimming as two fingers slid easily into her wet pussy. “I don’t want this. Please, let me go.”

  “Lock. The. Door.” His thumb rubbed back and forth against Krista’s clit and he pressed the knife harder against her neck. She hissed when it pricked her skin, the cut burning as a tiny drop of blood rolled down her neck. Her pussy throbbed around his fingers and she couldn’t say whether it was from him teasing her clit or the knife on her neck.

  “Okay,” Krista said softly, afraid the knife would cut deeper if she did anything more than whisper. She reached up and turned the lock. The sound of the bolt sliding home sent another wave of warmth crashing through her. “I’ll do what you want. Just please, put the knife away.

  Krista trembled when her attacker scraped the edge of the weapon slowly down her neck.

  “I think you like the knife, Krista,” he said.

  Krista gasped as her assailant pushed another finger into her pussy without warning. He continued sliding his long fingers in and out of her swollen sex.

  “You’re so wet,” the man said. “Tell the truth. Tell me you like it.”

  “Please,” Krista whispered, ashamed that he was manipulating not just her body but her mind as well. “Don’t make me say it.”

  Grinding his palm against her clit, his fingers stroked her inner walls and she moaned deeply. He bit down on the back of her neck, leaving an imprint of his teeth in the soft flesh. Krista felt her body convulse, throbbing forcefully as she moaned.

  “Say it Krista,” the man said. “Tell me you want this, that you want to come, that you want me to fuck you. Say it.”

  He ground his hand harder against her clit, raising the pressure.

  “Yes,” Krista hissed, clenching her teeth. “I want it. Are you happy? I don’t even know who you are.” With her pulse pounding in her veins, the biggest truth loomed and Krista broke under its weight.

  “And I don’t care,” she whispered finally.

  Saying the words out loud, admitting her desire, snapped something in her brain. She pressed against his hand, forcing the weight of her whole body against him. It didn’t matter that this was a stranger or that he held a knife against her throat. She was desperate to alleviate the pressure building inside her. Whoever he was, her attacker had pushed her past the point of rational thought, reduced her to the primal urges of an animal.

  “God yes,” he said. Krista felt him yank his hand from her panties. The light switch flipped, blinding her in the sudden darkness. She heard the knife clatter across the floor as the man spun her around to face him and kissed her on the mouth, teeth biting and tongue thrusting.

  Suddenly, he was gone. One moment Krista had been kissing him, the next nothing. She couldn’t see anything and reached up for the light switch. As she felt around for it, his fingers began to brush slowly up her leg, coming to rest on her panties. Krista felt a sharp tug and heard a ripping sound that was both chilling and exciting. He had literally ripped her panties off.

  “Spread your legs,” he said from somewhere around her waist.

  Krista didn’t consider that he’d released her, that she could fight back. She didn’t think about escaping either. She forgot about the light and spread her legs as wide as she could. He pulled back the folds around her clit, stretching them painfully until she cried out. A second later, his warm, wet tongue licked her clit as his fingers push inside her. She tangled her hands in his hair and moaned deeply. The man was a genius. He alternated between flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue and sucking on it, all the while sliding his long fingers in and out of her cunt.

  He pulled her down and Krista felt her bare ass sliding along the grimy floor as he moved them away from the door. In this moment, she couldn’t have cared less. Something was building. Something she’d never felt before. Something that was making her crazy. If he didn’t push it over the edge soon, she would lose her mind. He pulled away, the sound of a snap and a zipper invading her mind.

  “Do you want this?” he asked, rubbing the head of his dick against her wet hole.

  “Please,” she said huskily.

  “Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked. “I want to hear you say it Krista. Tell me.”

  Krista had never been vocal during sex. She wished she knew how this stranger could force her to go so far beyond her comfort level or why she responded to him like a crazed, lust-filled nympho. She couldn’t stand it another moment. She had to have him inside her.

  “Please fuck me,” she said. “I need you. I
can’t take it anymore.”

  He kissed her, roughly, lifted his hips for leverage and plunged into her with one stroke. Thrusting deep, he pressed his pelvic bone against her clit, grinding into her body as he moved in and out of her.

  Krista felt the pressure in her build until it exploded in waves that coursed through her whole body. She had always wondered why everyone made a big deal out of the ever elusive orgasm, but she’d figured it wasn’t that big a deal. God she had been SO wrong! She screamed her first orgasm ever into his mouth, lifting her hips to press closer with each convulsion. The orgasm faded in a myriad of mini convulsions, each thrust pushing another spasm through her body.

  Check out my other stories for sale on Amazon as well.

  MY FIRST ANAL – An erotic short story

  ANAL HEIST – Breaking a Virgin Ass (Part 1 of a 4 part mini-series)

  ANAL HEIST – Beyond Anal (Part 2 of a 4 part mini-series)

  ANAL HEIST – Deeper Domination (Part 3 of a 4 part mini-series)

  ANAL HEIST – The Price of Freedom (Part 4 of a 4 part mini-series)

  ANGEL’S ANSWERED AD (a BDSM erotic novella)

  GANGBANGED WIDOW

  SHOWER STALL FANTASIES

  MASQUERADE

  ELEVATOR ESCAPADES

  BONDAGE & BILLIARDS (a BDSM erotic novella)

  BOUND – Volumes 1, 2 & 3

  Also, coming soon –

  The Domination of Elle – Full length sequel to Chained

  Volume 2 of the Angel Series

  Volume 2 of the Masquerade Series

  Volume 2 of the Shower Stall Fantasies Series

  Volume 2 of the Widow Series

  Volume 2 of the Bondage & Billiards Series