My name is Bianca. It's a name I chose to go by... I hate my real name so I'll be keeping that to myself. But my problem. I fell for my captor.... That's right I was kidnapped and I fell in love with him.
~*~*~This story is written for my best frien...
I had invited Ofsam to my office for one reason. I wanted to break a few rules. I wanted to have sex with her, without a crowd, without my wife present, and with her naked. I wanted to see her body and hear her quite moans.
I could be executed for this and so could she, but it would be our little secret. Hearing her knock on my office door I felt anxious. I told her to enter and I immediately went over, took her hand and led her to the secret room behind my bookcase.
As went went down a small flight of stairs we entered into the small room with a mattress on the floor.
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As we entered the dimly lit room, I could see the anticipation in Ofsam's eyes. She knew that what we were about to do was dangerous, yet intensely thrilling. I could sense her desire to please me, and I was eager to indulge in the forbidden.
"Take off your clothes," I commanded softly, my voice barely louder than a whisper. Ofsam hesitated for a moment, her eyes meeting mine before she began to disrobe. Slowly, she unbuttoned her blouse, her hands trembling slightly from a mix of nerves and excitement.
She folded her blouse neatly and placed it on a nearby chair before moving on to her skirt. As she slid it down her legs and stepped out of it, she revealed her toned thighs and shapely calves. Her undergarments followed suit, and finally, Ofsam stood before me in all her naked glory.
I took a moment in silence to just look at her; every curve of her body leading my eyes along an intoxicating journey. I found myself nearly breathless at the sight; a forbidden treasure laid bare for my eyes only.
Slowly, I reached out and traced my fingers along the contours of her body - from the curve of her shoulder down to the swell of her hip. As my fingers danced across her supple skin, Ofsam shivered under my touch and closed her eyes.
I leaned in close, our lips just millimeters apart as our breaths mingled heatedly between us. "Are you sure you want this?" I whispered questioningly, as much for myself as for her. The air between us was electric with tension.
In response, Ofsam pressed herself against me, capturing my lips with hers in an eager kiss that seemed to pour all the pent-up emotions into one intense fusion. Our mouths moved together desperately as we continued this dangerous liaison.
My hands found their way to her waist, gripping her gently as I pulled her closer. Our bodies pressed against one another, the heat between us a tangible force. The danger of our actions only served to heighten the desire coursing through my veins.
Slowly, I backed Ofsam towards the mattress, never breaking our kiss. As we reached the edge of it, she sat down slowly, pulling me with her. We broke apart, both of us gasping for air, our eyes locked onto each other's.
I tenderly pushed Ofsam down onto the mattress and began to explore her body further. My lips brushed against her neck, earning a soft moan from her as I continued to trail them along her collarbone and down to her chest.
I took my time cherishing every inch of her forbidden form, showering each area with attention that we both knew may result in severe consequences. But in that moment, the risk tasted so sweet and implausible.
As my mouth latched onto one of her nipples, massaging it gently between my lips while offering delicate flicks of my tongue, Ofsam gasped and arched her back. Her fingers tangled into my hair as she encouraged me further with soft whimpers and whispered pleas for more.
As I continued to lavish attention upon Ofsam's breasts using both my mouth and hands in worship-like adoration, my free hand wandered downwards. It lightly traced a path across her toned stomach before drifting lower still - navigating through uncharted territory.
My fingers glided across the wetness there as I ventured forth on this sinful escapade; an admittance of our unbridled passion despite potential return retribution. As I finally touched Ofsam's core with deliberate precision as every movement calculated yet tender; she cried out softly, overcome by sensation.
Her legs instinctively parted in offering as if guided by their own accord. It allowed me greater access, and I took advantage of this gift—exiting on such an illicit opportunity felt like a need, raw and undeniable; one that surged through both Ofsam and myself.
Encouraged by her aroused state, I began to tease her slowly using thoughtful care and intimate knowledge garnered from perverse Whispers and moans, our desire for each other creating a feral symphony. My fingers dipped inside her, exploring territory that was meant to be off-limits. It only heightened the fire that burned within us; her soft gasps fueling my fervor.
Ofsam's body responded to my touch in an almost feral manner, each stroke and caress eliciting a shiver or a whimper from her parted lips. Our movements were seductive, sensual—the product of years of controlled repression now unleashed in this hidden sanctuary.
As I continued my ministrations on Ofsam's body, my mind danced upon thoughts of capture and punishment. Would the price we would pay be worth the fleeting hours we had grasped? However, as her cries of pleasure grew more urgent with every gentle thrust of my fingers, I found it impossible to care about anything but satisfying the woman before me.
Our symphony of moans and sighs intensified with spiraling urgency, as if we sought absolution in each other's arms—an acknowledgment of the wicked act we indulged in. Every whispered endearment and trembling quiver served as confirmation —we have strayed too far from the moral confines laid out for us but could not tear ourselves away from this irreplaceable delight.
The heat within Ofsam built to a fever pitch until, at last, with a final desperate cry, she found her release. Her body trembled beneath me as waves of ecstasy washed over her with ferocity born in the defiance of our actions. I held her close as she rode out her climax, murmuring soothing encouragements into her hair.
As Ofsam's trembling subsided and her breathing evened out once more, she turned to face me—her eyes darkened with satiation yet brimming with an unspoken question that lingered upon both our souls: what now?
Tenderly, I brushed a dampened lock of hair away from her face, pressing my lips to her forehead. "Let's not think of that now," I whispered softly, knowing full well that we would have to face the consequences of our actions eventually. Deep down, I understood the fleeting nature of our stolen intimacy.
"My name... is Jennifer," she said softly. It was illegal for her to use her name but I figured we'd already broken so many laws.
But this couldn't happen again....... but I wanted it to.
