Gagged And Bound

CHAPTER SIX

Allysa's P.O.V.
I woke up bound to the same old wooden head board again. He wasn't there but I really didn't care. I haven't even found out his name yet and he was still all I could think about. I couldn't help but feel bad about what had happened I mean come on I'm almost 19 and I hadn't even kissed a guy until yesterday. The only time I had ever even seen someone of the male gender undressed was when I changed my cousins diapers. How was I supposed to know how to pleasure him the only thing I knew about sex was that the guy sticks his penis in the girl and that's only because I accidentally walked in on my parents. Even knowing that I don't think I want to do anything with him. He's huge and I've never even been touched before. Just the thought of him stretching me to his size made me cringe. Suddenly the door opened and my walking nightmare sauntered in with a huge smile. He was cute when he smiled. His big grin almost made him seem harmless. Sadly as soon as he saw I was awake and could see him his smile went away. He put the bag he was holding down to take off his jacket revealing his tight black shirt that showed off his big toned muscles. My eyes nearly bulged out of my skull when I saw what the bag said. In big black letters VICTORIA'S SECRET was spelt out on the front. He smirked and picked the bag back up walking towards me. "What's the matter babe you never seen a bag like this I guess you're seeing a lot of things for the first time here." I ducked my head trying to hide my blush because I knew exactly what he meant by that. He hooked his finger under my chin forcing me to look back up at him. He tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear and placed a soft kiss to my lips. "So you've never shopped here?" He asked pointing to the bag. I shook my head I tried to speak but I just couldn't. I couldn't seem to look away from him. His electric blue orbs were simply hypnotic. He sat down beside me in bed and scooted real close to me. He leaned down and kissed me. This one was a lot rougher and actually caused me some pain. He grabbed my chin between his index finger and thumb and squeezed pulling my face closer to his. He slipped between my legs and began grinding against me very feverishly and to my surprise and slight disgust it felt good. After a few of his teasing actions I accidentally let a loud moan escape. Everything stopped. He stopped kissing me and touching me and he even got off of me. He walked over to the nightstand and grabbed the keys for my hand cuffs and unlocked my hands. As soon as I was loose he jumped back on top of me and went right back to what he was doing he even took off the clothes I had left from yesterday. He took off his pants and boxers and before I could stop him he grabbed my hand and wrapped it around his shaft. He moved my hand back and forth from his tip to the end of his length. He moved my hand away from him and put his hand at my opening rubbing gently against my clit causing a fit of moans to erupt from the back of my throat. He slipped one of his fingers slowly inside of me and began to move it and thrust it into me. The waves of pleasure were borderline torture. I could feel myself getting wet and as my thirst for him grew so did my disgust. I couldn't figure out which feeling I wanted to go away the pleasure or the hatred. I wanted him but I couldn't help but mentally kick myself for it. He slipped in a second finger and the stretch it caused felt weird and wrong but at the same time it couldn't have felt more right. His kisses got rougher by the minute. The pain of both the stretching and the kissing was horrible but the pleasure that both of them were also causing masked it perfectly. It was such a great high I was on and it seemed to get better with every second that passed. Just when I thought nothing could go wrong my entire world crashed. He pressed his tip against my opening and tried to make it in. It felt terrible and every time he tried it just got worse. After about 10 tries he finally got the tip past and I almost believed the worst was over until he stopped pushing. He pulled out of me and lined his tip back up with me. He waited a few seconds and then with great force shoved himself inside of me. I screamed but it was muffled by his lips. He made it all the way in and I could feel his smile against my mouth. My tears slowly flowed down my cheeks from the pain of his thrusts. I could feel the little pangs of pleasure behind the massive waves of pain but it wasn't enough to grasp on to. His thrusts got faster the more lose I got and slowly the pleasure started to grow and mask over the pain. My moans started again and I was placed back on my high except this high was the best yet. I was throbbing and wet and life couldn't be better. He began nibbling and sucking painfully on the tender skin of my neck. It seemed like every time he saw that I was starting to enjoy it he found a new way to hurt me. Was it really that hard to just give me a break. I just needed the chance to get used to him and he wouldn't give me that no matter how much I strived for it. Finally he stalled inside of me and I felt the warmth of his release fill me. He fell out on top of me his bone crushing weight nearly to much to handle. I heard his breathing calm and at the realisation that he was finally asleep my imagination ran wild. This was it I could leave I was finally free.