I will keep writing after all.
Woohoo.
Anyways, enjoy this chapter :-) More fun!
I sobbed, choking on the disgusting cloth as he stroked my hair. I struggled to get away, but it was useless. That douche tied some damn good knots.
Fucker.
I hiccuped and gagged on the cloth, my sobs slowly quieting to sniffles, tears still pouring. I perked up as he untied one hand, but deflated when he handcuffed us together. He untied my feet and my other hand before laying down and pulling me to him. He pulled a cover over us and throwing an arm over me. My face was buried in the curve of his neck and he was rubbing my back. I have to admit, it was pretty comfy. He looked me in the eyes and said "You scream, you die." I nodded and he yanked the cloth out of my mouth. I coughed, spitting. He pressed my face in the curve of his neck again and I fell asleep to his steady breathing.
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I woke up with an arm around his waist. He had an arm thrown over my side, and I was snuggled against him. I felt something poking my stomach and I looked down to see that he had a boner. "Wow. Horny even in your sleep. Douche." He laughed and said "Nah, I'm not that good." I jumped. "I-I thought -" "I was asleep? Nope." I frowned. He tilted my face to him and brought his lips slowly to mine. I actually kissed back for a second before I realized who he was. I tried to pull away, but he held my lips to his. He ran his tongue along my lips and I gasped. He took advantage of my need for air and slipped his tongue into my mouth. I kissed back, helpless against his persuasive tongue. He smirked against my mouth and forced his knee between my legs. I tried to push his leg away but he was strong for his lean figure. I whimpered and he pulled back. He stroked my hair and whispered "Shhh, s'okay kitten. Daddy's got you. He spread his arms and I pressed to his chest. I played with the edge of his tshirt. "You're still a psycho douche." He chuckled and flipped me on my other side. He snaked an arm around me, toying with the button on my jeans. I yelped and tried to swat at his hands. "Stupid cuffs!" He slipped two warm fingers just under the hem of my panties. I whimpered again as he stroked the silky curls that no guy had ever touched. I trembled and whimpered as he tugged a bit. "Please...please don't...I won't run, just please stop!" I started crying again and he pulled his hand away. "You promised no running." He removed the cuffs. "Try to run and I'll do much worse than touch you."
