Down bad (Taylor Swift x Female reader)

Part 2. Where am I?

You wearily blinked your eyes open, taking in your surroundings and trying to move around. You found yourself unable to, and upon further inspection found your hands tied together behind the chair, and your legs bound at the ankle. You had absolutely no recollection of how you got there, and with good reason, you were terrified. 

As you tried to fight against the binding on your limbs, the door unlocked and swung open, revealing none other than Taylor Swift herself. As she strode along the concrete floor towards you, you remembered vaguely meeting her the night before... but surely not. Taylor Swift kidnapping you? You nearly laughed at the thought, and if it were not for her standing right in front of your face your would have thought it to be a cruel prank. 

You tried to ask questions, but they came out muffled against the gag over your mouth. One of many perks of being kidnapped by a billionaire is that while she was going to keep you in the bare, slightly dusty basement, she just didn't own old rags, or even dirty ones. This made for some fabric cut of what was evidently a pair of jeans hastily tied around your mouth. 

"Lets get this off you, hmm pretty girl?" She reached her hands around to the back of your head, undoing the knot and delicately removing the fabric from your mouth, discarding it elsewhere. A swooping sensation overtook your stomach as she called you pretty, yet you were still mainly wondering why the hell you were in a basement. 

"What am I doing here?" You whispered, petrified out of your mind. Never in a million years did you think you would be kidnapped- in your mind you were average looking, just a girl who made some silly little videos. Then the depth of being kidnapped actually hit you. This wasn't just a joke, you had no idea how long it was going to be until you got out, if you ever did. 

"Shh pretty girl, no time for questions," Taylor pouted at you mockingly as tears ran down your cheeks, wiping them away with the backs of her thumbs. You whimpered and fought against the bindings holding you to the chair. Taylor's expression hardened and she reached into her back pocket, drawing out a small knife and twirling it around her fingers tauntingly. 
"Pretty girl that's not something a good girl does, is it?" 

You shook your head nervously, and she brought the knife closer to your face, tracing it along your cheeks gently. You stiffened, eyes following the blade closely. 

"I need a verbal response," She spat. 

"I'm sorry, n-no, it's not something a good girl does," You stammered, unsure of where she was going with this. 

"Better," She nodded. "Now, here's the situation," She smiled deceivingly sweetly; if she hadn't just kidnapped you and held a knife to your face, you would have believed that she was a perfectly innocent nice person. 
"I've been in love with you for a while, and to ensure that I got what I wanted, this was necessary. The reason I chose you? Well from some research I did, I gathered that you also like me, but I needed to make sure you stayed with me. 
There will be some ground rules, but I'll instigate those later," 

"Why me?" You asked, genuinely questioning why she would choose you. 

"Enough talking. I'm going to untie you now, and I want you to strip for me and lie on that bed, legs spread, okay?" She asked, though it wasn't really so much of a question as a command. Your eyes widened. This surely wasn't about to happen. 

But it was. She cut through the rope and urged you over, holding the knife close to your back. You could feel yourself getting wet as you walked over and removed your clothes slowly, laying down on the bare bed. She handcuffed your hands together and grabbed something from the drawers next to the bed- a strap, and it looked long. You looked up at her. 

"I can't take that much," You said worriedly

"Yes you can, be a good girl for mommy and take what I give you, yeah?" She stroked your cheek gently, and you started to feel a little less scared of her. She pressed the tip against your entrance, entering you slowly one inch at a time. You moaned at the stretch you felt as she fully settled inside you, before starting to move slowly. You moaned again and she pressed a finger to your lips.

"Don't make any sound baby," She suddenly removed the strap before slamming back into you, and you gasped, quickly closing your mouth and biting your lip to avoid making any noises. She kept going at her inhumane pace until you felt yourself getting close to the edge. With a few last strokes, you felt yourself clench before releasing on her strap. Through the waves of your orgasm, you met her gaze, and shrunk back. She looked pissed. 

"Did I tell you could come?" She said threateningly, raising her voice. You shook your head. "Huh? I didn't hear you. Answer me slut!"

Her voice had risen to a yell, and her face was flushed, nearly up against yours. You were frozen, scared of how angry she seemed all of a sudden. Being met with another lack of response, she lifted a hand and slapped you across the face. You whimpered, feeling tears leak out of your eyes and land on the pillow. 

"No mommy I'm sorry," You cried, looking up at her with pure fear in you eyes. Prior to this she had made you feel safe, but this was making you question if she actually cared about you, or if she was just pretending to be nice to get you to do what she wanted. She ordered you to sit up and you complied, scrambling onto your knees. She shoved the strap down your throat and you gagged, trying to relax your throat to take all of it to make her happy again. 

You were too stressed to relax fully, and as she started moving her hips quicker you desperately tried not to move away. You were crying harder at this point, fear mixed with the slightly too long strap making your eyes tear up repetitively. Taylor looked down and noticed this, softening at your red eyes. She pulled out of your mouth and sunk down onto her knees as well, so that you were level. 

"I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to make you cry," She stroked your tears away gently. "I just need you to follow my orders, and once I know I can trust you I can get a bit softer," 

"I-I know, I'm sorry for crying," You sniffed, slightly embarrassed. 

"Don't apologise pretty girl, just don't do it again. Ever," She said sternly. "We can stop there for now, if you'd like," 

"Yes please. Thank you," You accepted the offer politely, happy that she was being gentler and wanting to savour it. She removed her strap and discarded it in the draw, then stood up at the end of the bed. You sat cross legged on the bed, hands still cuffed together. 

"I feel like now is a good time for me to set some rules." She said. 
"1. Until I feel that you have earned it, you'll be staying in the basement. I will give you everything you need, and after a little while you can come up and live with me in my house. 2. You will let me use you whenever I feel like it, no complaints, and you will refer to me as Mommy when I'm fucking you. 3. You are not to contact anyone else, not that you're able to, seeing as I threw away all of your devices." 

"W-what about my family and my friends?" You whispered sadly. 

"I'm your family now pretty girl," She said. "They are under the impression you're taking a year off to travel the world- and you haven't brought any devices with you." 

"Okay," You ducked your head, slightly miserable. 

"I have my career to keep up, but I promise I'll spend my free time with you sweetie," She promised. "This might be a strange situation for you, but it'll be just like we're dating, okay doll? I'll treat you like the perfect girl you and buy you pretty stuff if you're good to me,"

"I could get used to that," You admitted with a small smile. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all?