She should have known better, but she 'd see it out too late. That was all Carissa could think as she lay on her back with her carpus tied to the bed, completely nude. Anders Varrceau was his name. He was one of those tall, sexy men who could use a French stress to devastating effect. He had one of those furrowed faces, a five o'clock darkness enhancing the outcome, and grayish-blue eyes that seemed to promise matter both moody and delicious. If only she 'd realized just how dark…

She was three workweek into her six-week trip through Common Market. The 22-year-old had had it all planned out, this reward to herself for graduating college. And then she 'd met Anders in Berlin. After the night club he 'd taken her back to his house. He 'd mash her. They 'd expend a steamy night together…and in the morning she had found herself naked and cuffed to his bed with a annotation left on her bare chest. Remembering the quarrel, they still struck her as creepy, demented, and yet sweet at the Same time :

'' Mein Schatz, my treasure, I count myself the golden man in the populace to birth met you. I love you and will never let you go, because that is what a real man does when he has found something precious : he never lets that thing go. Not ever. I 'm meritless, Carissa. I know it 's not fairish to expect this of you. I know you have friends and kinsperson who will overleap you very much. You will become a omit person, and perhaps those others who have loved you will read to cope with their grief. I am too selfish. I have you in my venous blood vessel. You 're the drug I can not go without, and so I will have you…no count what. Forever. Please forgive me. ``

Carissa let the memory of Anders'note fall away as she heard the key turn in the lock at the look door. Her body awoke with anticipation. She could see the light footstep of her 'boyfriend'-turned-captor coming up the stairs, down the hallway, until the master sleeping accommodation doorway swung wide undecided. There he was, the hunkiest eye candy in his immaculate, dark blazer and crisp, Patrick White button-down shirt. He stepped into the sleeping room as nonchalantly as any husband returning nursing home from body of work. It was n't even lunch period and today he 'd number home early.

He looked at her as he closed the room access behind him. She looked like a becharm goddess. She was this gorgeous, slender Whitney Young woman with long, dark-brown hairsbreadth and medium-size breasts. If he detected the pleading, haunted look on her nerve, he did n't show it.

'' hullo, beautiful. How was your cockcrow ? '' he said with a dark yet teasing sense of humor. He put down the food market he 'd bought on the way home and loosened his tie, pulling it out from the collar before he folded it and placed it carefully in the proper drawer. He turned to her and leaned onto the mattress.

Carissa glared at him. `` You know how my day was, you bastard. You keep me tied up whenever you 're not here. '' Anders'expression had a mask of contrition as he leaned down and kissed her on the back talk. She let him. She 'd realized by now that constant resistance was just pointless. You had to pick your battles. She did n't let the vim to fight him on every little thing, not anymore.

'' My darling girl is feisty. Mmm. You know me well, know what turns me on, '' Anders murmured. He trailed a hand up and down Carissa 's internal thigh. She stiffened at his touch. The beautiful Cy Young charwoman closed her eyes as he bent over and gently lapped at each of her nipples, until they pebbled just so. She hated the adept he awoke in her sometimes. It was so wrong. It made her ashamed beyond belief. And yet… She was his captive, rightful, but that did n't intend she was n't conflicted. There was a component part of Carissa that still loved Anders, despite what he 'd done.

'' Let 's see if I can wipe that frown off your fount, my beautiful young lady, '' Anders continued. He knelt at the infantry of the bed and began to poke at his tongue between her slit brim. His glossa flicked up and down her pearled nub. Then he plunk inside her, tasting her. Coaxing her. He patiently stroked her sex with his knife. His helping hand explored elsewhere. His fingers massaged her pelt and created trails of heat. She hated it…almost. She squeezed her eyes shut until his fingers gently pinched her nipples. The two knife thrust of sense datum made her open her eyes and attend down. He was feasting on her sex now. Her pussy throbbed with the beginnings of an ache she could n't quench. She hated that too. Almost.

'' Mmm. Such a safe girl. You become wet for me. That makes me feel blessed. It 's like a gift you give me. I cherish it, '' he whispered. Now he inserted a finger into her sex, then two. He pumped them gently in and out, in and out, as he knelt down again and slither his knife lovingly against her joy nub. She let out a suspiration. Her fist clenched as her bitch muscles clenched up with need. No. She had to terminate him. She could n't let him do this, not again.

'' It 's all right, darling. Let me take you over the edge. I love you, baby. Let me present you how much. '' Those watchword, which might stimulate been sweet-scented if she 'd been in any former place, if Anders had been any other man - right now they were tainted. Yet part of her heart pulsed with something she couldn't quite put her finger on. She marveled at the attention of his touch. He was patient with her, and dedicated. He lapped at her sex tenderly, finger-fucking her with business firm yet measured throw. The scent of her fluids became inviolable as the wetness gathered onto his fingerbreadth, coating them with the proof of her arousal.

Carissa looked down as he gently nipped at her clitoris. She groaned as she felt his finger's breadth slide cryptical interior, stroking the inner rampart of her cunt.

'' Please, '' she sighed. `` Stop. ``

Instead, he kept licking, stroking, more fervent than before. His tongue battered furiously at her button. His finger lanced inscrutable inside her wet and soon-to-be eager warmth. He kept pumping those fingers, like two miniature cocks, as his teeth tenderly captured her clit and squeezed it without biting - his onset as disciplined as it was devastating.

Abruptly, she realized that she was bucking her hips, thrusting her private parts towards his face. She had unwillingly given him yet another planetary house of her resignation. 'No, what are you doing, Cari ? No…'She tried to summon up a fresh burst of self-loathing, but she was too mentally drained to even care. Her delicate face scrunched up with pent-up desire as she felt high temperature permeate her organic structure, especially the daub between her stage. She began to quake, holding off the impending paroxysm which would send her to obliviousness. Her nipples hardened almost painfully now, and her cream trickled onto Anders'tongue. The man took the sign as encouragement, redoubling his efforts. He plunged his finger all the way inside her and clip at her clitoris hard as she felt herself lose control.

'' Anders ! '' she groaned. Her hips thrashed. He grasped her by the waist and held on, licking, sucking and swallowing her fluids as her pussy tried valiantly to flood the tabloid. Carissa 's hands clenched up and pulled uselessly against the ropes that bound her. It took maybe minutes, but to Carissa it felt like so much longer. She felt her cunt 's spasms as her fluids continued to pour out between Anders'backtalk. Finally, she came back to dry land. Her heaving breasts slowly stilled, and she looked down as Anders pulled back, licking his chops. His face glistened with her cunt cream, and his heart stared intently at her with a devotion that sent chills down her spine.

'' My beautiful, sweet Carissa. Your nectar is the discernment of heaven. I will never grow tired of it. ''

'I wish you would, you bastard !'Carissa almost spat that at him, but she could n't. She had to behave. The clever, hopeful, scheming part of her still saw escape as an option. Over the course of study of the last-place few week, she 'd tried several times, and each time he 'd caught her, she 'd suffer what few 'privileges'she still had. She 'd been reduced to…being tied up naked whenever he went out. It was humiliating. It was so many things she could hardly even acknowledge, even to herself.

'' Are you going to rape me again ? '' she said. Her tone accused him, and for a moment he looked detriment.

'' Does the pleasure I give you mean naught ? If it is so undesirable, why did you open your legs wider for me, Carissa ? Why did you welcome me ? Why was your body athirst for my touch ? ``

Technically, she could own stopped him from performing his cunnilingus. Her carpus were tied, but her ankle were n't. She could have closed her branch. She could experience kicked him. Why had n't she ? She told herself that all she 'd done was give in to the inevitable. She 'd just been playing along. It did n't mean anything. Not really.

Still, that was n't the power point ! With her emotions at war, she had to remind herself, 'If you butt principal with Anders at every turn of events, how will you ever earn back his confidence ?'Carissa tried to rein in the stubborn, feminist inside of her to cover something else.

She looked away with a sigh. Then she looked back at him. He turned away.

'' I was going to suggest you help me make today. I have a new lasagne formula I thought would be fun for us to take a shit, '' Anders said. `` But now I see you are n't in the humor. I will will you to rest for a piece longer and come up fetch you when the nutrient is ready. ``

'' Please hold, '' Carissa sputtered. Her case softened. `` I 'm deplorable. I did n't mean to say that. I just…untie me and I 'll help you with the lasagna. '' Anders regarded her carefully. He shook his pass.

'' I do n't recall so. I can see the rebellion in your center. You 're not earnest about wanting us to drop meter together. I have n't broken your underground yet. It 's a pity. '' He moved off of the bed. She was desperate now. So she said the one affair that she knew would stop him cold in his tracks.

'' ass me. ``

Anders froze.

Carissa licked her mouth. `` I want your cock inside me. The pleasure you give me ... it does beggarly something. I know you are n't completely malefic. Part of you cares about me, in your own sick, twine way. I'm…I'm…maybe that 's why I 'm wear of fighting you, okay ? '' She widened her legs so that he could see the pink of her exposed pussy. `` So, go ahead. screw me. piece of ass me operose. Then untie me and let me help you make lasagne. I wo n't try to get off, I give you my word of honor. ''

Would it play ? She had to hope. She prayed that the solemn tone on her face would be enough. She did mean it, the part about not believing him to be totally vicious. She did n't hate him, as much as she had every reason to and every right to…

He rubbed his Kuki-Chin and gave her an appraising stare. He leaned down and his fingers gently fingered her quim. She sighed and tried to make happy in his touch. She looked at him and let the pleasure show clearly on her face as he began to twine her clit between his thumb and forefinger.

'' You give me your Scripture ? No flight attempts ? '' he leaned half-way onto the bed. While his one hand continued to fondle her soft plication, his other hand gently cupped her decently titty.

'' I give you my word, Anders. Please. ''

The muscular Frenchwoman abruptly stood up and unbuckled his belt ammunition. He dropped his pants to his ankles before taking off his wind sleeve, stepping out of the pants to complain them away. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, the hunger lighting his eyes up in a way that made him look more than just human. Soon he was as naked as Carissa. He had a magnificent putz. Carissa could n't facilitate from staring at that erecting, his manhood elongated and yearning to be buried trench inside her. His eyes roved reverently up and down her bare tegument. He slid his body atop hers. She looked deeply into his eyes. The slender brunet gasped as she felt his stiff shaft of light slide easily into her moistened sex, like a sword slamming place into its proper sheath.

'' Mmm. dearie, you feel like a goddess around my cock, '' Anders growled. `` If degustation you was heaven, then submitting to the sensations you give me compensate now…words flush it me, '' he grunted, pulling his articulatio coxae back only to plunge them forward, fucking her with surd, careful jabbing.

Carissa stared into his eyes as she felt him pound her snatch with a stabilize cadence. She opened her leg wider and tried to savor the feel of his rotating shaft ramming so deeply. Maybe it was wrong, but she was still a woman and he was still a man. Certain primal thing could n't be wished away. He was making making love to her - savagely, yes, and possibly against her will…or at least the fragments of her will that still resisted.

'' Anders…please unlace my wrists. Please, '' she begged. His centre flared with mistrust. His work force clamped onto her wrists.

'' Sorry, baby. You know I ca n't do that. Enjoy the ride, darling. I love you so practically. '' He leaned down to osculate her, and she accepted it. She kissed him back. Her knife made a voracious pass at his, and he responded with the same amorous passion. Their bodies joined again and again as the mattress shook. His penis plunged until he vanished completely in her warmth, only his jostling testicles still visible. Then he would draw back so that his cock, shiny and glistening with her fluids, gleamed for just a moment before it vanished once more. He fucked her like this for maybe a one-half hr. His stamina served him well, and by the time he was nearing climax, Carissa could n't deny her own lust.

She was panting as he fucked her. She kissed him hungrily. His tongue entered her mouth even as his cock penetrated her. She was still kissing him when she felt him groan into her lip. His torso seized up, and then his cock was twitching inside her. She felt his warm seed spurt cryptical inside her pussy. He groaned as he collapsed gently on top of her. His one arm kept him from crushing her as he kissed the side of her face and then nuzzled her neck.

The gorgeous brunet sighed as she felt his cock go soft inside her snatch. If she was being honorable with herself, she 'd savour their coupling. Her cunt felt alert with a fresh burn of desire. Her lumbus were practically begging for a rhythm 2.

She surprised herself now, too, because this intimate mo between them, cruel though it was too, gave the girl the perfect opening.

'' Anders…can we talk ? ''

Anders'supercilium arched.

'' You need to undo me. Then I want us to utter. ``

'' Carissa, '' he said, a look of monition, `` we can let the cat out of the bag very well, as is. Say what you need to say. '' He looked down at her, arching his back even as their bodies were still joined. His tool leaked the lastly trickle of cum inside her.

'' No, I ca n't lecture to you like this. delight, '' Carissa said. Suddenly her eye were brimming with bout. She could n't populate like this ! Like a complete prisoner. She 'd tried and tried to be patient…but no matter what she did, he would n't think her. He just kept her tied up. He kept her as his virtual prisoner. She did n't want to damp her psyche to get through this repugnance. She wanted…some shred of progress. There had to be something inside Anders, something thoroughly, that she could use to her reward. There had to be a becoming man underneath, or maybe despite the man he was.

'' Please, '' she said, tears sliding down her face. `` I wo n't even leave this bed, but I 'm begging you, Anders, for the sake of my sanity, if you truly have intercourse me, please do this for me. You do n't bed how painful it is to be completely incapacitated. To not even be capable to move. ``

Anders'face softened. `` I do know, my darling girl. I know all too well. I do n't do this to you because I want things to be this way. I only do it from necessity. ''

'' And if I go wild ? If I lose my saneness because of this, would you be well-chosen then ? To have an empty-bellied shell of a trunk to do what you want with ? Or do you desire me, do you want Carissa, the lady friend you say you love ? '' She choked back a sob. `` If you wo n't even give me the minor opportunity to realise back your trust, where else do you opine this will lead ? It 'll turn a self-fulfilling prophecy, Anders. Instead of getting better, I 'll only get worse…instead of being the girl you love, I 'll become a lifeless, deadened husk of a cleaning lady. Please, just desire me this much. I promise not to try to turn tail. ``

Anders looked at the bare beauty for a long mo. He sighed. `` You 've promised me before. You 've lied to me before. Five times you 've tried to escape, darling. You 've disappointed me each metre. ``

Carissa racked her brain for what to say adjacent. She leaned up and kissed him even as the weeping still glistened on her brass. `` I know I have. I know I do n't deserve your trust, but I 'm asking you for it because I 'm desperate. face into my eye and narrate me if I 'm lying. Is this me heroic to take to the woods from you or am I far, far beyond that ? Am I just desperate to keep my sanity alive ? That 's what you should ask yourself. Right now I 'm in so much pain, I couldn't…I could n't think about escaping even if I wanted to. I just need the humble bit of freedom. It does n't even have to be much. I just…I need this, Anders. I need this so much. ``

'' call off me what you called me the low gear nighttime we were together, '' Anders said suddenly.

'' My big, hard man, '' she whispered. `` will you please unbrace me ? '' Anders'hawk-like face took on a thoughtful flavour. He drew off the bed and then came back with a Swiss US Army knife. He cut away each of Carissa 's bond and threw the tatterdemalion ropes into the trash. Carissa sat up and fret her carpus. The spirit of having full phase of the moon circulation back in her hands felt like an artificial approval. She smiled at him.

'' Thank you. ``

He nodded at her, but his eyes were hooded. He did n't trust her. He looked like a predator about to take. She had to disarm him, but how ?

'' Here. Let me cleanse your cock, '' she said seductively. She leaned down and licked from the groundwork of his penis to the tip. Then she repeated the motion, again and again. With satisfaction, she felt him shudder. The slender brunet felt her captor 's peter stiffen, freshly engorged with arousal as she slurped on it like a delicious delicacy. She closed her lips around his shaft and sucked him in greedily. She pumped her mouth up and down as her hands slid around his house buttocks, gripping his ass. To be honest, Carissa loved the feel of those muscles under her fingertips. Even if Anders was unhinged, Carissa 's primal feminine self knew one thing : he was sexy as Inferno. In another animation, maybe as a caveman 's wife, she could have been cognitive content with him as her hunter-gatherer mate.

'' Carissa, '' he growled, `` you are doing far more than cleaning my manhood. ''

She just looked up at him slyly and kept impaling her oral cavity on his hawkshaw. She lovingly cradled the underside of his shaft with her glossa. Carissa meanwhile slid one hand underneath his balls, fondling his testicles so lovingly as she took him deeper between her lips. Her oral cavity formed a perfect O-shaped cachet around his penis as she sucked him as fervently and obediently as she could. She kept pumping her rippling jaw back and Forth River until her olfactory organ pressed almost to his pubic tomentum. Now she held that hard pose, her airway constricted with his cock half-way down her throat, until she felt a fresh trickle of pre-cum on her tongue. That was when the pretty brunette pulled back, coughing and sputtering. Anders'seed clung to her sassing in glistening strands. She wiped away the evidence of his lustfulness with the back of her manus.

'' How 's that for a proper cleaning ? '' she said with a wry grin.

Anders looked at her, a little stunned. No sooner had she finished saying this, the miss was already gripping the base of his beam of light with one hired hand. With her other hand she resumed the soft caresses of her captor 's testicles.

'' It looks like someone 's ready for another round, '' she said seductively. Perhaps she 'd come across a little too seductive in her tone, because suddenly Anders drew back suspiciously. With some sweat, he purged the lust from his expression.

'' Not quite yet, darling. I will go downstairs and prepare our repast. You stay here, on the bed - as you promised. Is that vindicated ? ''

Carissa nodded, surprised at how thankful she felt for this small motion from him. He was letting her alone in a room without being tied up. It was n't lots, but it was a start.

'' Yes. I 'll delay on the bed. I promise. '' She decided to repay him by dipping her hand to her sex and stroking herself. `` Do n't be too long. '' His heart flared with hunger as he watched her disturb herself. She slipped two fingers into her sex and began rubbing her clitoris with her other hand. She imagined his cock inside of her again - and it did the trick. A wise Wave of foreplay coiled through her insides, making her cunt clinch up with indigence. Her nipples became upright, taut petty pink buds which stood out perfectly from her aphrodisiac breast.

Anders stood there and just watched as she slowly brought herself to climax. It did n't take long ; Carissa knew her eubstance well and she wasn't ashamed of this, at to the lowest degree, giving herself the delight she needed to go. Finally, with a low cooing, she shuddered on the bed. Her cunt twitched again and again and again, until she slowly drew away her fingers. All of them were glistening. More than that, the perfume of her need filled the sleeping room.

The distrustful, well-built French person had to acknowledge she had n't been faking it. The hunch faded from his heated gaze as he unexpectedly hastened toward the bed. Carissa had time to notice the length and inclemency of his fresh cock before he whipped her around to look the wall.

'' home your hands on the headboard. '' The lithe brunet barely had time to do so, kneeling on her hands and knees, before she felt Anders'thick shaft slide into her sex from derriere. He began pumping her roughly, his one manus firmly around the nucha of her cervix as his other helping hand dipped between her ramification, rubbing her clit even as he fucked her for the second fourth dimension.

'' You sexy, little vixen. You think I would just leave you after you put on a show like that ? '' he growled.

'' Ooohhh…fuck me, '' she sighed. `` Put your stopcock inside me. My big, strong man needs to be intimate this slit, '' she moaned, hoping it would please him. It did - whether because he chose to think that her lyric were genuine, or because he was beyond caring in the throe of his lust, Carissa could n't be for certain. She just relished the feel of his cock slamming severely into her from behind, the constant cadence of their bodies smacking together until she felt the warmth of arousal burning through her veins. She cried out as a rarefied, unexpected coming erupted from the sheer strength and profundity of the thoroughgoing fucking he gave her. Soon enough, he chased her climax with one of his own. He groaned, thick ropes of seed shooting inside her now cum-soaked puss.

With a sigh, he emptied the end of his endorse burden and pulled out. He watched as excess jism oozed from her well-fucked snatch. She felt so dirty just now. But it was still more than worth it, if she was continuing to earn back his trust. Carissa knew that now.

'' Mmmm. I 'll be back, you little slut. '' Anders affectionately slapped her ass as he stepped off the bed. `` Do n't forget your promise. ``

He left after taking the knife and the groceries, and locking the room access behind him. Like every other way in the household, the professional bedroom could be locked from the outside with the right key - a key only Anders had.

She waited for him now. The young char wrapped her arms around her peg as she tucked them underneath her chin. Carissa intellection of what she could do to pull in the next scrap of trust back from this enigma of a man. One way or another, she 'd detect a way to get back into his good graces. She 'd see a way to be free.

The End…Or is It ?

I hope you enjoyed the story. I do programme to indite a sequel. Remember, do n't be afraid to gratify your darker fantasies. Life is too brusque not to…
~gaggedKitty