Ensnared

Captured, I find myself in the middle of a well lit room. There is something behind me, something cold and metallic. As soon as I realise, I was already captivated by a slight vibration that occurs below my crotch.

"Ah... fuck..."

"What's wrong, baby girl?" A tall person's shadow overlaps mine.

I look around and realise we were in the middle of someone's farm house. Where are we?

As soon as I lean backwards, my head meets a warm chest. His warm breathe sends a chill down my spine as he removes my hair from the next region, beginning to leave butterfly kisses everywhere.

"Good morning, baby girl."

"Morning..." I sigh, the birds start chirping outside as I smile.

"I believe you took enough rest." I say, moaning silently because of the vibrations from the strap on. He keeps the ultra-mechanism strap on which had various functions like vibrations for the woman, a built in dildo for the dom wearing the strap on and boy... was it so big and realistic.

My pussy clenches around it as I moan. I can feel my juices drip down my inner thighs.

"Fuck I feel drugged." I say to him.

"Trust me, it's just you. I would hate anything artificial." I can feel the smirk on his face, because he repeats the dialogue I tell him in my drunkenness.

"Aaron... you're such a skeeze." I comment. His dark chuckle accompanied with his hands gliding towards my shoulders and chest, squeezing my bosoms in his large hands gave me an immediate effect of an orgasm.

My legs quiver with feeling, he notices as he begins to mark his territory on my neck.

"Fuck... I'm so fucking close..." I whisper, looking absolutely wasted.

"You know I won't let you, princess." I open my eyes, wide with realisation as he switches the vibrations off. The heat inside my abdomen dissipates in the matter of seconds, leaving me to whine at him like a needy wolf in heat.

"Fuck you." I mutter. I look over my shoulder and see his naked body walk in front of me.

"So tell me, Ravine. What made you so confident on the stage? Or perhaps, you forgot that you had a boyfriend...? Hmm?" I stare into his dark eyes. I knew I shouldn't have pulled that stunt. Especially when he warned me beforehand.

"Words, pretty face." He holds my jaw to speak. I was genuinely scared of what he was capable of.

Sexually speaking.

The irritation from my dissipation of orgasm made me collect my courage and lean forward to kiss him. But who was I messing with?

"Tsk tsk. Not to fast, doll. I still have a long, long day for you." He says.

My eyes roam about and see a basket full of toys I don't even know existed. There were big tennis ball sized plugs for the vagina and tall, wriggly ones, also for the vagina. There were different kinds of handcuffs, but one of them intrigues me with some kinds of wires attached to them.

He sees my focus was deviated.

"You seem eager than me to try these on." Stating, he takes out one of the tall dildos.

It was pipe like, no texture but smooth and wriggly. It had a magenta color, he holds the thick base of it and amuses himself with it's three foot size.

"This is perfect for you." Aligning the tip against my mouth, he slips his hand inside the strap on to slowly rub my clit.

My eyes roll to the back of my head. He wanted me to suck on the thin dildo, for his own satisfaction.

As he sees me sucking the dildo like I suck his juicy shaft, he looses his temper.

"Fuck..." he releases a shaky breath, removing the tall rubber from my mouth which I was starting to enjoy.

"Why the fuck does it taste like strawberry?" I ask him, he smirks while pulling his hand out of my loosened strap on.

He does something weird to my accessory.

He slightly misplaces the vibrator which was now inclined towards my right thigh. With an angry look on my face, I see him put the sweet candy of a dildo away on the ground and grab a sofa chair to sit in front of me.

I could see his schlong up and ready for action, but I was frustrated that he won't consider burying himself in my pussy.

I intentionally try to break free from the cuffs holding my arms above, slightly angled at 30° above my shoulder height.

"Fucker..." I gasp when I acknowledge his intention.

He was jerking himself in front of me, while I stay quiet and be his guest.

That fucker!!

"I hate you so much."

"I'm honored." The wilderness of his is what attracts me most about him. He chuckles darkly, like a psychopathic teenager as he licks his palm.

He uses his saliva as a lubricant for his own dick. He relaxes into the cushion, groaning as he touches his own thick and long cock. I want to taste him so bad...

I want to be the reason for his moans, but he keeps me confined.

"Fuck you,"

"We will, love."

His hand movements were making me feel the groping. They were so raw and natural, I couldn't help but keep wriggling in discomfort when the vibrator was working on my inner thigh than on my clit.

So fucking frustrating.

"There's no use trying to get it back to your clit, Ravine. It will be stopped as soon as you align it with yourself." Ha! As if he'd know.

Disobeying his words, I keep wiggling and clenching my thighs to get the vibrator back to the centre, on my clit. I gasp when he turns off the fucking vibrator.

Frustrated, I yell at him obscene words.

"Fucking bitch! Turn it on! Oh my God, I want it!!" I scream. He takes so much amusement through my frustration that it was adding to the pile.

"Let yourself be suffered, baby girl. Enjoy the view.

And your view... is me."