A Night To Taste

Chapter 7: Katerine

A sudden sound of the door opening wakes me up.

I have been lying here for maybe half an hour or something. But, Oh! I slept.

I first cried and then slept peacefully. Well, not so peacefully. I was having a war with myself. Blaming my other half why I submitted myself to him. Why I let him do this to me. Why did come here in the first place.

I should have never done this. I should have never been in this place. I should have never accepted this.

All of a sudden a dark gloomy shadow appears behind me.

I don't see him. I'm blindfolded.

But I feel his presence. His mere presence is enough to recognize him. 

This presence was the prime reason for me being submissive.

His presence is strong. So strong.

And its not that good kind of strong.

Its as bad as a natural disaster.

My nipples tighten and become extremely hard. God, it hurts. An unfamiliar sensation reaches down my core and I close my legs in response. I really need some relief otherwise I will die because of how horny I am right now.

He keeps taking predatory steps towards me and I don't why but I stay in place. I should run, hide and then get the fuck out of here. But no. Here I am.

And Oh. I'm still naked and lying on the bed with my back facing the door. 

My instincts are very bad in these kind of situations. I have to get out of here and never come back. Never ever. 

But finally, I have a brain which refuses to work at such times but it has some common sense. I sit on the bed before he get to me and reach for my blindfold.

A hand grabs my wrist and I try to wriggle free, but as the mighty dark lord is, his hands are as mighty. Too strong for someone so weak.

I try some more, but fail. 

Just leave my hand you asshole.

As if he read my thoughts, he released me. I stay there dumbfounded. Why did he do this. Then why did he leave me. Then why did he came back if his motive was to just show me that I'm weak compared to him.

I know that I'm not that strong and he's too much powerful. But hey! He didn't have to flex that like this. By gripping my hands, I mean.

I had this enough.

I stand and bend down to pick up my dress which is lying on the floor. Maybe.

I search for the dress. Here, maybe a little bit right. And yes. I get a hold of the fabric. But, maybe life hates me. It doesn't want me to wear my clothes. It wants me to get brutally  fucked tonight. That's what I think when he picks me up and crashes me onto his lap. 

Wait. Is he hard? Because an unmistakable bulge is bothering me as I sit on his lap. Or he throws me there. It works either.

"Leave meee." I scream. Not wanting this motherfucker anywhere near me.

I try my best but NO. He wraps his arm around my teeny-tiny waist holding me in place.

"Just tell me what do you want! And leave me the fuck alone." I scream at the top of my lungs kicking my feet in air as an attempt to free myself. Too bad as it was written in the mail that the rooms are soundproof. So I can scream as much as loud as I want, and no one will hear me. 

Please help this poor little girl.

The bad guy brings his other hand slowly towards my breasts and grabs it in his hand.