An Invitation Only

She whimpered again, and then felt his lips against hers, a soft, tender kiss. She turned her head to avoid his touch. He smoothed her hair back and got off her. She could hear him walking away, a door closing, and his footsteps receding. She lay there, hurt and exhausted for what seemed like an hour. She heard water running, the close of another door, and then the footsteps were approaching again. She heard the latch of a door unlocking, and the steps moved closer, stopping at what seemed only inches from her. Being blindfolded made every sense stronger; she could hear his breathing, feel the slightest breeze, smell the faintest aroma. He leaned close to her, she could feel his breath on her ear.

"I won’t hurt you if you don’t try to fight me, I promise." He told her.

"Then let me go!" She cried.

"No." It was a flat declaration. She felt the bed shift and knew that he was sitting beside her. She felt his fingertips skimming her bare arm, up to her wrist where a knot of nylon rope held her to the bed frame. She felt him working at the knot, tugging at it until it became loose, and he guided her hand through it until her left arm was free. She pulled it close to her body, as if to protect herself from roaming hands. But she only felt the breath of his mouth come closer to her face, and felt him reaching for the other hand, untying the ropes that held her down. She felt his rough, wet tongue lick her lips, pushing them apart. She pulled free, but her ankles were still bound. She sat up and swung towards the face that was only inches from where she was. She thought she had hit her target, but realized that it was his hand protecting his face. He grasped her wrists and flung her down on the bed again.

"I told you I didn’t want to hurt you." He breathed, barely above a whisper. His voice was taut with rage. He leaned closer and kissed her, his tongue forcing her lips to part. When she refused to unclench her teeth, he pulled at the back of her hair until she gasped at the pain. His tongue plunged inside her mouth, probing the dark crevices and planes. She whimpered in protest, trying to turn her head, but he had her hair bunched tightly in his fist. He bit down on her bottom lip as she tried to struggle.

She cried out and began to struggle furiously. "Dammit!" He hissed. "Stop struggling, and I won’t hurt you!" She stopped moving, curious as to whether he would lighten his grip on her. He kissed her again, softly, gently.

She experimented by moving her head a bit to the side, away from his mouth. She felt him pulling at her hair lightly, and his teeth grazing her lip again. He murmured a warning and she lay still again. She felt his tongue probing her mouth, coaxing her tongue to play with his. She complied, seeing what would happen if she cooperated. He groaned against her mouth and pressed his lips harder against hers, plunging his tongue deep into her mouth as hers danced around it, pressing against it. Her skin began to warm, her heart beating harder, pounding beneath her eyelids, in her ears, in her wounds. She remembered her injuries, and felt them aching. She moaned in protest and pain. He pulled back, tenderly touching her face where there was a dark bruise forming on her cheek. She winced and cried out a muffled groan.

"I know it hurts." He told her, lovingly. His words were a caress, soft and loving, as if he was a parent comforting a child.

She felt him moving down her body, his fingers skimming along her sides, down to her hips, lingering over her mound, probing gently through the fabric of the dress she still wore. His fingers continued lower, along her thighs, stopping to gently survey her scraped knees and moving lower to loosen the binds at her ankles. She pulled free of the ropes, pulling her knees up. She rolled over, ready to run, tugging at her blindfold. She felt a hand grasp her ankle, another grabbing her wrist and she was pulled towards him, onto her back. She tried to use her other hand to lift her blindfold, but the male hand left her ankle and clasped her free hand, pinning her to the bed. He nuzzled her neck, then licked the smooth column. She let out a sigh, and he bit into her soft flesh. She winced and roared out a protest.

"You filthy bastard! Let me GO!" She screamed.

She opened her mouth, letting out a blood-curdling scream. He throttled it with his mouth, pressing harshly against her lips, plunging his tongue into her open mouth. She stopped, letting him gentle the kiss, his lips warm against hers. He let her right hand free. She left it there, unmoving, afraid of the pain it would cause if she tried to push away. He tentatively moved his hand to her waist, massaging the flesh there, feeling the tight muscles of her stomach. She didn’t flinch, didn’t try to move away, so he moved his hand lower, to the slit in her dress, feeling her bare skin.

He eased his hand behind her, cupping her bottom in his palm as he pulled her closer to his chest. His hand kept roving, to the crack of her ass, following it down to her damp sex. He let his fingertips caress the outer lips, playing in the curls covering her pussy. She could feel her slit heating up, wanting him to probe further into her waiting womanhood. She half moaned in panic, half in anticipation, trying to move away from his hand. He lifted his hand and pulled it away from behind her bottom, and then she felt his hand grasping her thigh, holding it still. She tried to clamp her legs together, but his hand pushed against her inner thigh, pushing her legs apart as he pinned the other thigh beneath his.

She tried to struggle, but he only lifted his mouth from hers. She froze, afraid of what pain was to come from her punishment. "Kayla, please... I’m not going to hurt you... . if you’ll just let me do this. Just give in to it. God, I know you want it as much as I do, I know what you’ve been looking for." He assured her. Her mind raced. How could he know anything about her? She didn’t know him at all! Was he reading her mind? She settled, letting her body relax. He felt the tension leave her body.

"Oh, Kay, I’ve wanted this for so long. God, I’ve missed you so much. I’ve spent so many sleepless nights thinking of you, wishing you were in my arms, wanting to hold you." He whispered into her ear as he nuzzled it. Shivers ran down her neck, to her stomach and thighs. She knew his voice, she knew him somehow. Why couldn’t she remember? She felt his tongue delving into the crevices of her ear, tracing the curves and soft flesh of her earlobe, suckling the small, hooped earrings that pierced her supple flesh.

She spoke, unsure that if she did, she might be punished. "I don’t know you,... ... I swear."

"But you do know me. Have you forgotten me?" He asked. She could feel his body tense against hers. Oh God, was he mad? She felt his hand lift from her thigh. Panicked screamed through her mind, he was going to hit her! She opened her mouth to cry out, to beg him not to hurt her, but he wasn’t going to hit her. He reached up to her face, laying his hand against her undamaged cheek.

"I’ll get you some aspirin." He said quickly. He left her abruptly, getting off of the bed and walking away. She heard cupboards opening and closing, water running again, and he walked back through the door, into the room. She felt him sit next to her, holding her head up as his thumb urged her lips to part. She felt two pills fall onto her tongue, and then a glass was held up to her lips. She sipped greedily at it and swallowed. The man set the glass next to the bed and pulled her into his arms.

"Don’t fight me, just let me hold you." He said softly. She didn’t fight. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sobbed, releasing all the pain and fear that she felt. She felt so safe wrapped in his embrace, even though she didn’t know him, wasn’t sure what he would do to her. She inhaled his scent, a woodsy smell, like the forest after it has rained for days. Her face lay against his chest, his clothed torso. He was warm, his muscles rippling under her touch. She tried to push her blindfold up and over her head, but he pulled her closer.

"Not yet... please." He begged. She ignored him, pushing father. She felt his hand trap hers, putting it back behind his neck as he pulled the blindfold back into place. He lifted her into his arms and stood, carrying her across the room, towards light that was shining behind her blindfold and into a steamy room. He set her down on her bare feet, against cold, tiled floor. He reached his hands around, unzipping the back of her dress as she felt his chest pressing against her breasts. He slowly pulled the zipper down her back, letting his other hand caress the soft flesh that was revealed. She sighed, the feeling of his rough hands comfort her.

She felt his hands leave her back, and felt them again against her thighs. He kneeled, tugging her torn stocking off her legs, down past her calves to her ankles, and then he lifted each foot, pulling the stocking off as she put her hands on his shoulders for support. He was so tender, making sure not to touch her scraped knees. She felt him rise again, her hands dropping from his shoulders as they raised high above her own. His hands slid along her arms, up to her shoulders. He slipped two fingers under the straps of her dress and pushed them down her arms, letting the dress fall into a pile at her feet. She heard him take in a quick breath as he surveyed her nakedness.

"You’ve become so beautiful, Kay." He told her. No one in the present could tell her that, no one knew her before a couple of years ago when she moved to the city. Kayla tried to think of who could be here in NYC, someone who came from where she had come, a dinky little town in Washington. Her mind became blank as she felt his hands under her thighs, lifting her again, and she felt herself being lowered into warm water. She heard bubbles popping around her as she sunk into the tub. A bubble bath.

The water felt wonderful against her cold skin, but it burned her scrapes and she winced against the slight pain. He heard her intake of breath and let his hands fall away as she settled into the bath. He reached into the water and lifted an ankle, raising it out of the water, causing her leg to be revealed beneath the bubbles. She felt his fingers against the abrasion at her knee, gently rubbing away the dirt and dried blood. Then she felt his lips softly pressing against her torn skin. He did this to each of her elbows and her other knee. Then she felt a wash cloth at her cheek, gently wiping against it. She flinched, the pain washing over her again. He whispered to her, "I know it hurts, but we’ve got to get you clean. You’re a mess. The aspirin will kick in soon."

At his words, the pain did begin to subside, and she let herself sink into the tub farther, until her breasts were under the water, and her knees were poking out from underneath the bubbles. She laid her head against the back of the tub and sighed. She heard him rustling, the sound of a zipper, the rustle of fabric. She quickly pushed the blindfold up, knowing that he would be too busy undressing to notice her. The light caused her to squint until she was used to the light. She pulled the blindfold all the way off and threw it away from the tub. She glanced up at the man turned slightly away from her. The bouncer! But he hadn’t given her a second glance! Didn’t even seem phased by her try at coy seduction! She gasped, and he turned abruptly, their eyes locking.

"YOU!" She yelled. She started to rise from the bath, the water swooshing around her body and sliding down her curves as she stood. She hadn’t stood on her own since the incident at the club until now, and the blow to her head made her head pound, and her blood rush. She tipped forward, trying to grasp the rim of the tub for support. She felt his hands like manacles at her waist, holding her up and forcing her to sit back down. She fought against him, pushing his arms and hands away as she stumbled out of the bath and fell to the floor. She crawled on her knees toward the door, feeling each pound on the tile with her scraped knees, leaving a slight trail of watery blood on the white floor.

She started to rise, trying to get to her feet, and began to run. She could hear him behind her, running after her. She threw herself towards the door, entering the bedroom where she must have been earlier. She saw a faint light at the opposite end, another doorway. She ran for it as fast as she could. Just as she raced past the bed, she was caught in a strong grip that tripped her, making her fall against the side of the bed as she scrambled for support. She pulled at the blankets, anything to help her to her feet again. The grip on her ankle flipped her over, pulling her towards him as he came to her on his knees. She cried out a panicked scream. He fell on top of her, muffling the scream with his hand, his body hard against hers and he held her close. She began to struggle, flailing her legs and shaking her head, trying to dislodge his hand.

"Stop it!" He hissed. Rage echoed through his voice. She immediately complied, afraid of the anger she heard and her vulnerable position. He was on top of her, and they were both naked. She realized this sooner than he. He looked into her eyes, and understood what she was thinking. He smiled at her wide, frightened eyes through the red haze that had temporarily blinded him and thrust his hips provocatively against hers. Her eyes widened as she felt his awakening arousal nestled between her thighs. He got up, pulling her to her feet and throwing her on the bed. She sat up and backed away from the edge, towards the opposite side of the bed. He looked at her, a warning in his eyes. She stopped and watched him as he stroked his now hardening shaft, looking directly at her face as she watched his hand working at his dick.

The plum head swelled, and the length of it was veined and straining. It was so big, bigger than any penis she had ever seen before in pictures and movies. Maybe he was a porn star before he became a bouncer, she thought fleetingly. She half laughed at her irrational string of consciousness, and then whimpered as that thought led to another; that he wanted to be inside of her, but she was still a virgin! She never met anyone she wanted to give her innocence to, and she didn’t want him to steal it from her! He kneeled onto the bed, inching towards her.

"Please don’t!" she cried out in a burst of breathless, fearful anticipation. He ignored her and stopped stroking himself. He began stalking her like a predator seeking his prey. She shrank against the head of the bed, pulling herself into a ball. He grasped her ankle and roughly yanked her downward, pulling her towards him until her bottom was nestled against his knees. He pinned her arms down and leaned forward until his nose was almost touching hers, the back of her legs against his chest, her femininity and bottom nestled against his thighs. She could feel his shaft against her inner thigh, pressing intimately there. He kissed her, not roughly, but sweetly, as if he had suspected she was chaste.

His tongue plunged into her mouth, and she touched her own tongue to his, delving into his mouth, ready to become a reckless wanton if it would help her escape faster. He settled his weight on top of her, pushing her back into the bed, pinning her down, her legs wrapped around his torso. She felt his hands leave her arms and cup her breasts, kneading them and squeezing the soft flesh there. His fingers found her nipples and plucked at them lightly, turning them between his fingers, making them hard and sensitive. She moaned into his mouth, and he plunged his tongue in deeper. His tongue became hard as he explored her and tangled with her own tongue, forcing it back into her mouth.

He shackled her wrists again with the rope, tying her down once again. She pulled at the restraints, letting him know that she wasn’t comfortable. He ignored her silent pleas and kissed her neck, biting softly on the smooth, sensitive flesh. He moved lower until he was suckling her nipple while his hand played with the soft hair at her sex. She tried to struggle, but his chest was locked between her legs. He let his hand delve deeper into her sex, into the dampness that was collecting there. He slipped a finger into her wet pussy, probing the virgin hole, separating the lips and exploring the folds. She moaned again, sighing and closing her eyes as he licked her nipple and moved to work on the other one. His finger pushed in farther, inside of her, finding the delicate barrier of her hymen. He stopped unexpectedly and looked at her face.

"You’re a virgin?! Jesus Christ! You of all people?!" He hissed. He thought back to the evening, how she had danced so seductively in front of him will all those men groping her while he watched. She must be the only virgin who knew how move like that. She moved like a high-priced whore! He looked down at her through the red haze that had settled over his vision. She was sobbing, her body shaking convulsively.

"Well, time to teach you a lesson in teasing." He hissed, half teasing. She cried out, a wrenching sob that echoed around the room. He felt a pain in his heart, seeing this helpless creature beneath him. And then he heard a loud CRACK before he felt the pain. She had slapped him and was raising her hand again in a fist. He felt another blow against his brow, this time a sickeningthud. He reeled back against the bed. She kicked him with the heel of her foot in his shoulder. She had gotten lose.

"You sick fuck... " She whispered to him. He wasn’t defeated, but he didn’t let her know that. He wanted to know how far she’d go, wanted to hear an explanation. "... you can never have me. I’m too good for you. You, who has to rape virgins to get laid. Serves you right, asshole." He sat up, watching her as she moved around the bed, staring at him with loathing in her eyes. She looked around in the dim light and moved towards the door that led to the bathroom. She found her clothes in a pile on the tile in front of the tub. She glanced back, seeing if he had gotten off of the bed yet. He remained motionless, watching her, a gleam in his eyes. She plucked her dress from the floor, damp from water that had sloshed over the sides. She pulled it over her head and smoothed it past her hips.

She had no idea what had become of her shoes, so she proceeded to leave without them. She walked back into the bedroom, eyeing the man on the bed studying her. She walked towards the light that illuminated a doorway at the opposite end of the room. She heard the bed creak under his weight. She turned immediately, looking for him. The candles had been blown out and the room was dark. Her eyes strained to adjust as she backed away from the bed. Just as she saw movement, she felt an arm like a shackle wrap around her chest from behind, pulling her hard against his muscled chest.

She felt another hand groping for the hem of her dress, hitching it up over her hips, and finally ripping it down the middle as he pulled it taut over her breasts. She felt herself being pushed forward, being tipped over the back of a chair, leaving her bottom in the air. She felt his fingers pushing into her slippery sex preparing her for his invasion, making sure she was ready for him, and then leaving just as suddenly. Her put his hands on her waist and pulled her back to his hips.

The plum head of his dick slid between the folds of her cunt, sliding back and forth over her clit, smearing her flowing juices over her pussy lips. She tried to stand, to struggle against him, but was pushed back down forcefully. As to punish her for her attempt at escape he pressed against her hole as she felt the thick crown of his cock pushing insistently at her virgin sex. It barely slipped inside, threatening to tear her in two. He teased her this way, prolonging her torture as he rocked back and forth into her ever so slightly. She let out a muffled sob, and he pushed violently into her, breaking her hymen. She cried out, only half in pain. She felt warm blood running down the inside of her thighs.