Vanilla Sex

Cold and Alone

Emma

Emma felt something cold slide over her breast. She opened her eyes, but the room was pitch black. She reached down to grab the blanket; sadly her hand would not corporate with her. It would go only so far before stopping. She ran into the same problem with her feet when she tried to feel around for the blanket. Her limbs appeared to be anchored to the bed. She closed her eyes, Why not? She should enjoy the fucking dream. Bring it on synopsis cells. Show me the men behind curtain number three.

Except, things were not happening the same way. Sure she couldn't see, and hell she appeared to be tie to the bed but that were the similarities ended. There were no men talking, no rough hands grabbing her. No pleasure, no pain just a sense of foreboding.

She tried to think but it hurt to think. Her head was pounding. The last thing she remembered was Kingsley giving her something to drink. No wait she remembered somebody dressed as a cowboy. Oh yeah the cowboy was sort of hot. He could definitely be her one-night stand. She heard a whistling sound and then felt a sharp sting on the side of her breast. It was so unexpected that she let out a yelp and literally jumped as far as the fasteners around her limbs allowed. She pulled at the bonds that held her. Each tug seemed to make the damn things get tighter. Why couldn't she remembered what happened. Where the hell was she? Note to self don't go out with Kingsley. Trouble seemed to follow that boy around.

She waited for the other occupant in the room to say something. Now that she knew someone was there she could detect the light sound he made while he breathed. She wondered if she should say something like "Untie me asshole?"

Her only other option was to beg. Yeah, begging never worked in the movies. In fact sadist bastards seem to get off on it. No begging, if he tried anything funny she would fight. She wasn't about to die without fighting. On the other hand Kingsley could have set up this whole thing. That made the most sense. It was her fault. She was never telling him anything again. What was that damn safe word he insisted on?

"FIRE" She screamed the words out loud. It sounded like she used a megaphone.

The only problem with the word was that it did not have the results she expected. The guy was laughing so hard; he had to leave the room! She heard his laughter fading and the door closing. Okay, that so didn't work. So either Kingsley lie about his "safe" word or this man had nothing to do with Kingsley. She had a bad feeling it was the later. On the good side the guy had a sense of humor. Anybody who could laugh like that couldn't be all bad right? "Yeah, Emma how many murders do you know?" Her subconscious asked. Oh my God she was talking to herself.

Okay, time to leave. She tried to bring her knees to her chest but she couldn't. She tried to twist onto her side but was unable to do that too. She tried to move her body upwards to bite the bonds on her wrist. That failed too. She tried wiggling her wrist out of the bonds but while they gave a little it was not enough to help her. She was trapped, cold and alone.