I think it's been a few minutes since I was tied to the bed, it's loose enough that I could wriggle out. And there's the blindfold.
I can only hear a commotion outside and some shouting, muffled by the door separating me and the outside world.
How did I end up here?
More importantly, what to do now?
Finally, the door squeaks open and someone looms over my body. I smell the familiar smell of sweat and old books. Could it be him?
Do I want it to be him? Nope.
Nothing happens for a long time.
I wait patiently.
Until I am frustrated and about to scream
When suddenly I feel his hands on my lips so gentle. I know it's him. Somehow. Actually, I don't
I writhe with need and no it's not because of this beautiful man that makes my knees go weak. I am so horny it could be anyone. I don't even know if it's him.
Sure you don't!
Just because I find the touch of whoever this is very very heart wrenching doesn't mean it's him.
He pulls my lower lip down then suddenly in a second I find myself gagged.
The fuck!
With a handkerchief? Some cloth?
Then his finger traced the middle of my neck over my top, right down till my navel then the finger stopped. He backtraced his movements.
Heat crept over my cheeks.
Shit, I am blushing.
My panties turn wet.
In an attempt to free myself I move, only to move my boobs in such a way that the t-shirt has ridden down. Exposing more of my boob than I am comfortable with, I want to tell him to let me free but that darn gag
I want to leave because I am liking this too much and I am sure he will notice soon enough.
He lowly whispers in my ear, 'I quite like you in my mercy'
I am only grateful for the gag now, it muffles the sounds I am making.
I think I jinxed it when I thought about it and he noticed it.
He removes the gag from one hand while tracing my exposed boob from another.
'Make a sound and you will regret it' he says in his threatening sexy voice.
I moan when his hand brushes over my hardened nipple over the top.
I hear him say something like 'All that moaning for me? Huh?'
I'm too busy enjoying this feeling to reply.
That is until he said, 'Answer me little one.'
Bastard.
He wanted an answer? I would give him one.
I had an awesome idea. I think I smirked a bit too.
'Yes Shiyut, just a little more please' I whine specifying his name.
He scared the daylights out of me. One second I was arching my back and he was teasing me, the next he was animalistically on me, pushing me down towards the bed.
'I can't..' breathe
Earlier because he was on top of me, now because of the way he was sucking on my neck. He attacked it like some crazy cannibal. Is it possible to come because someone is giving you a hickey? I am being proven wrong.
It's like he wants to engrave his mouth on my neck.
Suddenly I feel a scrape, by something so sharp. I think I might be bleeding.
He stiffens.
And then he licks exactly where I felt the cut. Again.
Fuck I am messed up. Finding it sexy to see a man licking my blood. I don't even know if it is blood. But fuck it was hot!
And then in less than a second, I hear the door open.
'Wait! Tell me your name'
'Its anonymous darling'
'I know it's you. You fucking idiot. Tell me your name or I will have to ask around for it'
Then he chuckles and says 'It's Adrian'
I suddenly remember that lady and her trembling scared voice
'Don't talk to him baby'
'He will be the end of you'
'Although it's almost impossible, try your best to stay away!'
I can no longer be here. I realized that fucking bastard left me tied to the bed and blindfolded.
But when you have had as many nightmares as I have, they no longer trouble you. You learn to live with a slight fear and uncertainty.
I manage to wriggle one hand free and then the other. I open my blindfold and go out stomping my feet ready to shut that mother fuckers mouth with a string of curses. Until I realized everyone is staring at me sheepishly.
'What?' I snap at Belle who looks almost sober.
'You should… ah, go to the … uh, bathroom.'
What?
Then I see his, Adrian's smirk, and I know something is wrong.
Have I started?
But how could they see the blood? I am wearing black, aren't I?
'I don't know…'
'Oh I will uh take you' says Belle.
We walk to the bathroom in a room and I see my reflection.
Everything makes sense.
Adrian's hot as fuck smirk.
Their sheepish look.
I am so dumb.
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