Follow the story of 19 year old Cora Davids, a naive girl from Louisiana. Kidnapped by a handsome stranger. Is it true love or just another case of Stockholm syndrome?
"Hey baby" Damiar said pushing his wet hair out of his face. I opened my mouth slightly, as if to talk but no words came out. Damiar scanned my face and smiled biting his lip a little. "Permission to make out with you?" He asked in a sweet voice, I smiled back and nodded wrapping my arms around his neck. He pulled me closer and passionate elite burned through my body. It was weird, I've never ever felt like this before.. am I horny? Me Cora David Jones? Horny? I pulled away embarrassed of myself with red hot cheeks. "What?" Damiar asked with a slight chuckle "I feel dirty " I confessed to him and he laughed kind of confused "It's okay to feel like that, it's a normal human emotion and quite frankly I'm surprised you've held it in this long" He laughed "I wanted to wait until I was married" I said to him and he nodded "Except we are married" He teased his hands trailing down my hips, I pulled away blushing profusely "Shouldn't we grab some dinner first?" I asked him "Do you want to order room service?" He asked and I shrugged "I'll call them" He got out of the pool and started walking inside. I got out of the pool and wrapped a towel around myself.
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I sat down on on the little couch facing out to the pool. I wasn't scared of doing it, I was just kind of worried.. I didn't know exactly I was meant to do and how I was meant to do it and I really didn't want to fuck it up. I watched the sun set as I inhaled the cool ocean breeze. Did I just lie there and let Damiar take charge? Was I supposed to be doing something? What if he didn't like it? What if I didn't like it? Everybody has this ideal version of their first time candles; check, on a rose petal bed; check, with a really hot guy; check. I had everything in place, I was still nervous. I heard a knock on the door, Damiar peered through. "Hey baby" Damiar said and sat next to me holding two plates of food, "Hey" I said to him, trying not to stare at... it. "I got you a salad" He said "I might have it later I'm not that hungry" I said to him "Me either actually" Damiar replied and placed the two plates down on the coffee table. "You're so beautiful" He said to me with that look in his eyes, I smiled a little. "I mean so so beautiful" he said slowly walking back over He stood next to me towering over, I stood up next to him feeling less short.., still short though. "Mrs Krogh can I kiss you?" He asked in a sweet voice "I think you know that I know that I don't wanna kiss" I said looking up at him and he smiled "I think I know what you mean" He said and picked me up. He delicately laid me on on the bed, he leaned over top of me "Just tell me if it hurts okay?" He said and leaned in our lips meeting as we two became one.
Damiar POV I sighed and got off her. Two whole hours. Two! That was worth the six months of torture, so worth the six months of torture. Cora was laying there taking deep breaths "You okay?" I asked "Yeah uh, wow.." she smiled looking over to me "That was, uh new?" She said laughing awkwardly "Did you like it though?" I asked and she nodded, I felt the weight of worry being lifted off my shoulders. She crawled in closer to me and I held her in my arms "When should we start trying?" She asked "Whenever you're ready baby" I said to her "How about after the honey moon?" She asked "Whatever you want" I said to her "Why did I even bother asking if your just going to say yes to everything" she laughed "Well I just thought It was a good idea sorry" I joked "Mhmm" She said nuzzling into my chest, I kissed her on the forehead... I kissed my wife in the forehead... still felt weird.
