SPLIT Oneshots: Only The Sexy Vol 4 (BF)

25: Pretty Young Thing

*Dennis X My Oc Molly.* (Dennis captures a pretty girl) (First meeting story)

A young pretty girl was out walking in the early evening, she had just been in the coffee shop and had her bookbag with her, she crosses the street but then trips on the curve and onto the sidewalk spilling the things in her bag everywhere, she gets upset and starts picking up her papers and pens etc off the ground.

She was so busy picking up her things she didn't notice a man coming over to her and grabbing her roughly until it was too late, the next thing she knew something was sprayed in her face and she fell fast asleep.

She wakes up tied to a bed in a room she didn't realize, she panics and starts to scream "Help!"

"Please be quiet" a deep voice said as a tall, strong man in grey clothes came out of the shadows.

"Who are you, why am I tied up?" she says crying.

"Shh, I chose you for something" he told her looking at her hungrily.

"Please don't hurt me, just let me go"

"After you've done something for me"

She swallows hard getting nervous "What?"

"Dance for me" he said desperately untying her slowly.

"What if I don't?"

"Then you don't leave...and don't try to escape the doors are locked" he warned her. She jumps up and runs for the door and grabs at the handle, pulling it as hard as she can.

"I told you I locked the doors" he growled grabbing her from behind and holding her close, moaning as his hands wondered up her body.

"Uh stop it!" she struggles against him.

"I can't" he groaned kissing the back of her neck and squeezing her breasts "I won't" he said defiantly his breathing becoming heavier.

Her nipples seem to harden and he slightly can feel them through her bra as he's rubbing her breasts "Please stop!" she cries.

"I don't want to" he groaned tearing off her shirt.

She tries to cover her light pink bra out of embarrassment.

"Don't cover yourself, I want to see you" he ordered.

"But..but" she pleads.

"I want to see you" he repeated with a growl.

She backs up against the wall, her eyes looking like a scared little doe.

Dennis just stared at her licking his lips "Dance for me" he groaned.

She suddenly stands up straighter, raising her arms above her head and she begins to spin on toes around and around gracefully then flipping her leg behind her then forwards again, she jumps and twirls, her ballet is flawless and lovely, she's light as a feather on her feet and her small slender body makes the dance all so delicate.

Dennis stared at her intently admiring her, he let out a shaky breath as he sat on the bed feeling himself getting painfully hard as he continued to watch her. Suddenly he just couldn't take it anymore and unzipped his pants and started to touch himself.

She stops and see's what he's doing to himself and she stares a little to long and then looks away with a tint of red to her cheeks.

"Keep going" he ordered feeling giddy about what was happening but also the fact he was actually getting away with it.

She begins again with the dance and trying not to stare at what he was doing but every once in awhile she glance over at him, her breathing picks up as she dances faster out of getting tired and feeling a little aroused.