Stockholm Syndrome l.h

4

"Strip down." He said cooly.

"Wait. What?" I asked shocked at his bold demand.

He clicked his tongue. "Don't make me repeat myself, babe."

I guess I'll just have to get used to the fact that this was my new nickname.

"Fine." He breathed out. "I'll do it myself."

Before I had any chance to respond, my body made contact with his bed. The cool covers sent chills through my body.

I crawled back as close to the head board as possible. I watched as he pulled his shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the ground.

His hands fumbled with the buckle on his jeans before he pulled them down and kicked them away.

I could see his erection straining against the dark fabric of his boxers. I could hear my heart beat in my ears as he curled his finger, signaling me to come closer.

I shook my head.

"Come here." He demanded.

I shook my head again.

"Now. Damn it." He pointed.

"N-no."

"Fine, we'll do it the hard way." He crawled up onto the bed and straddled my waist, holding me down as I struggled beneath him.

His hands slowly traveled down my sides and to the hem of my tshirt.

He tugged my shirt up and over my head, tossing it to the ground.

His lips made contact with my neck and I tried not to let out and signs of enjoyment. I failed when his lips found the most sensitive part of my neck and let out a soft moan.

He pulled his lips up for a second. "Found it." His whispered and replaced his mouth on the newly found spot. His teeth nipped at my skin causing me to hiss.

I knew there would be a purple mark there later when he licked a small stripe across the area.

He kept his head buried in my neck, lightly sucking as his hands moved to the waist of my jeans. His fingers curled in and pulled them down, making them pool around my ankles.

"Do you want this?" He whispered against my skin. His hot breath sent cold shivers down my body.

I shook my head, even though a small part of me was telling me to do it. Why would he care if I did or didn't anyway? It's still going to happen.

He looked at me. "I asked, do you want this?"

"No." I whispered quietly, but loud enough for his to hear.

He chuckled. "Well, I guess that's just too bad."

I lay correct.

His arms were on either side of my head and his erection rubbing against my sensitive area. I tired again not to let any signs of pleasure escape my mouth.

He bent down to make his lips touch mine. His lips were really soft, but I refused to kiss back. I'm not falling into his trap. My hands flew up to his toned chest and i tried to push his body off.

His mouth left mine. "Please, don't struggle. I'm not in the mood to deal with it. Just let me finish." His hands moved to my back and unbuckled my bra strap, leaving it to slide down my arms.

I felt sick. This can't be happening.

He grasped my chest in both of his hands. "I had no idea they were this big, babe." He smiled evily.