Gagged And Bound

CHAPTER TWO

I woke up to the feeling of pleasure coursing throughout my body in short tingles. I looked around my vision still blurry from sleep and realized I wasn't in the car anymore. I was inside of a room it looked small, cement all around. There was only one object in the room, a bed. It was small too. I was laying on it with chains connecting my hands to the headboard. The light above me was flickering on and off and the last thing, that should have been the first thing, I realized was a hand down my pants touching me in ways I have never been touched before. It felt good I couldn't understand it. I looked to my side and saw the face I had been trying to decipher all night. He was gorgeous like model worthy gorgeous. He could definitely get any girl he wanted so why take one when he could ask for one and she'd melt in his arms?
Why me? He was the complete definition of perfection with his beautiful blue eyes and his hair that was jet black and messy looking like he had just woke up. His body was rock hard and muscular and he couldn't be any less than about 6'4". He had a tattoo on his arm of something I couldn't make out with the dim lighting. He smirked when he noticed me staring and unconsciously biting my lip trying to contain the moans his teasing touches were causing. "Morning sunshine," he said taking his hand away. I almost wanted him to keep going... Almost. He frowned as if he was hurt and then repeated himself through clenched teeth "I said good morning." "Morning," I managed to choke out. He put on a crooked smile then got on top of me. "Good girl," he cooed petting my hair. He leaned down and lightly nibbled on my neck. A light moan escaped my lips and he chuckled against my skin. I felt so disgusted with myself letting a man pleasure me when he just met me. Just the reason I'm here right now should make me want to rip his head off... Right? "What are you thinking about," he asked with a cross face like thinking was a crime. "Nothing," I said trying to dismiss it. Suddenly my cheek was in throbbing and burning pain. I looked up to find that his hand was the culprit. He had just backhanded me. "Don't fucking lie to me if I ask you a damn question you will answer you're mine you have no choice anymore," with that he got up and walked out of the room leaving me chained to the bed with nothing to do but try to heal my now busted lip. It seemed like hours had gone by of me replaying and quietly singing all the songs I knew so that it wasn't completely silent. After I couldn't think of anymore songs I began to make up scenarios in my head where I meet famous people and we become best friends. That's when it hit me... I'm never getting out of here. The thought alone caused a river of tears to flow from my eyes. The small droplets seemed never ending. I could probably drown in them if I tried... Anything is better then being here.