Willing Victim Ch. 03

Unwilling to let myself be conquered by you and your violent mood swings, I knew I had to try to break free before you returned and I succumbed to your touch again. Breathing deeply I tried to work myself out of the ties, hoping I could escape before it was too late...

Blood coated my left wrist as I finally managed to ease it out of its prison. Immediately I tried to undo my other wrist, my numb fingers fumbling with the tight knots. Untying my ankles as well, I sprung from the bed, eager to escape, only to collapse in a graceless heap on the floor when my body gave out beneath me. Trying to massage feeling back into my legs, I wasted precious moments trying to regain circulation.

It had taken me much longer than I had originally anticipated to escape from the confines of the bed. Feeling the urgent press of time beat against me, I struggled to stand up, using the bed for support. Hobbling clumsily across the room I felt like it had been years since I had last stood instead of mere hours.

Fearing that you would return, or manage to find me before I found help, I made a quick detour to the kitchen before heading towards the front door. I was holding the knob in my hands when suddenly I felt it begin to turn in my hands. Adrenaline coursing through my system I realised that I was caught.

Hiding behind the door, I stood ready to attack once you had crossed the threshold.

As the door slowly slid open I waited for you to walk pass me, hopefully giving me a chance to attack or escape. Instead, my gaze was suddenly filled with a dozen long-stemmed yellow roses.

"I know this doesn't make up for what I did, but hopefully it will stop you from attacking me." Your voice came from behind the door as the flowers were thrust even farther towards me, revealing only a hint of your arm.

Knowing I couldn't escape I felt my shoulders sink in despair. "How did you know I was here?"

"I...I just did..."

Finally entering the room, I realised you had changed into black dress pants and a grey coloured sweater, and were carrying a large black travelling bag with you. "Somehow I expected this to go slightly differently...I should have figured out by now that nothing goes as planned with you."

Laughing slightly, once again teetering on the verge of hysteria, I replied. "What, you figured you'd come in, untie me from the bed, where need I remind you, You tied me, and suddenly be a hero of some sort?"

With an infuriatingly sheepish look you ducked your head, "Well...umm...kind of, yeah. I was hoping..." Laughter filled your voice as you continued, "to say the least I never expected a naked, knife-wielding, Amazon..."

"...Can you at least accept the flowers?...Please...I don't expect you to forgive me, but at least take these so you know I realise I did something wrong." Each word slowly, clearly, poured from your lips, overflowing with seemingly pain-filled sincerity.

Realising that I really had no choice, I tried to compose myself, before I reached out and graciously accepted the flowers. I was debating whether or not it was necessary to say thank you when your voice interrupted my thoughts.

"You see, I...I just wanted you to know...what I mean is...oh, never mind." For once, your velvet voice seemed to fail you as you muttered incoherently.

Despite everything I knew about you, despite my mind screaming that I was a giant fool, my ever-present sympathy got the better of me as I remembered the slightly faded image of you smiling, dimples and all. Drawing a deep breath and hoping for strength, I tried to echo the soothing tones of your velvet voice as I gently spoke. "It's okay, just tell me what you were going to say."

Shaking your head, I watched in amazement as I could visibly see your mood shift from melancholy to happiness in less than one second. It was as if you were almost a different person; your shoulders suddenly straightened and your dimples appeared in full force. Staring in awe, I fell for it completely until I stared into your emerald eyes. Trusting in my own instincts, I saw the hidden sorrow in your eyes, and realised that the person standing suddenly before me was an illusion, a well created illusion, but an illusion regardless. Dumbfounded, I stared in silence, wondering if I should admit that I had found out the truth.

"Never mind that, let's get these flowers in water, then I have big plans for us tonight!" Your voice held the joy of a child on Christmas morning, infectious happiness, begging anyone in hearing distance to join in their emotions; to get lost in the moment.

Following along like a zombie, I tried to force a bounce to my step, so that I would seem appropriately cheerful. With startling efficiency you took the scissors from the right drawer, cutting the ends off the flowers, and tossed the excess into the garbage underneath the sink. When you reached above the stove for a vase I knew for sure that, well, I wasn't sure what I knew, I just knew Something wasn't right with this picture.

Always honest and curious to a fault, I couldn't help but blurt out in a falsetto voice "So, how long have you lived here by the way?"

You stopped only for a second before you began to beautifully arrange the flowers in the vase. "Are you really sure you want to know that answer?"

Swallowing in a futile attempt to moisten my dry throat, I managed to croak out, "yes."

You sat down beside me, looking me straight in the eyes before answering "I've been watching you while you sleep every night for almost two months now. I even once put some sleeping potion in your tea, and rested beside you as you slept before we actually met that first time. I know this won't make a difference to you probably, but I Knew...well, we had to meet soon."

Afraid to ask why, I remained perfectly silent, perfectly still, as I tried to absorb that knowledge into my already befuddled brain. The only response that came to mind was one that I had thought about quite a bit since I first saw your face.

"Actually, we never did officially meet...my name's May..." I let the question hang in the silence of the room...

"You never get enough do you? First you want to see me, then you want to know how long I watched you, and now you want to know my name. What makes you think I'd tell you my real name anyway, and if I've watched you this long, what makes you think that I don't know yours, that I haven't been whispering it in my mind, rolling it across my tongue, and savouring the taste of it just I savoured the taste of you that first night and every night since?! I shouldn't have to tell you my name! Hell, you shouldn't even want to know it! I didn't want to know it when I...I mean, yeah, I did it a bit different, but still...I just don't get..." wrapping your arms around yourself as if you were cold your voice slowly drifted away until you fell completely silent.

Afraid to speak, but foolishly unable to remain silent I asked the obvious question, "You did what differently?"

Waving your arm in the air in an absently dismissive gesture you replied, "She was a bitch. I swore I wouldn't do it the same, no matter what, but it wasn't supposed to be This different. It was never supposed to be...I don't really know what I was supposed to do, I guess, but not like this." Your voice slowly tapered off until I had to strain to hear what you were saying.

For once my questions failed me as I tried to piece together what you were saying. Before I had a chance to fully process everything you had said you slowly crossed the kitchen towards me. Each step was an alluring mix of hesitation and determination, fear and eagerness. When there was barely a breath between us you leaned your head down towards mine until your breath gently feathered across my face. I waited for your lips to descend and claim mine, but they stayed there, hovering, waiting for me to move the last millimetre. Caught in your spell once again, I never thought twice as I arched my body, pressing it against you as our lips brushed against each other.

Your tongue caressed my lips, pleading for entrance. My tongue flickered out to meet yours, teasing it until it entered me. A moan echoed across the silent kitchen, whether it was yours or mine, I'm not entirely sure.

Your body pushed against me, guiding me backwards, until I was pressed against the kitchen table. Your hands caressed my body, and only then did I suddenly remember that I was naked. Until then I had felt completely comfortable and unaware of my nakedness. Now though, as your hands expertly explored my body, and your nails gently trailed a line down my back, making me shiver in pleasure, I was painfully aware of my nakedness.

Hoping to even the odds slightly, I pulled your sweater over your head, revealing your chiselled upper body. This time it was my nails that made you shiver in pleasure as I dragged them down your chest. Eager for more I fumbled to undo the belt that held your pants securely in place. Pushing away my hands impatiently, you quickly discarded the rest of your clothes until we both stood there naked.

"Are you sure?" Your voice held a note of desperation, and I wondered if I asked you to if you would even be able to stop. Luckily though, I had no intention of asking as my own desire burned out of control.

Instead of answering verbally I slowly shimmied down the length of your body, going down on my knees on the hard kitchen floor. Your look of utter amazement was definitely worth any of my discomfort though as I leaned forward and took you into my mouth.

Your manhood seemed like liquid fire within my mouth, igniting my passion even further as I pulled back slightly and began to lick the length of you, paying special attention to the tip of your erection. Once I had licked every inch of you, I once again took you into my mouth as my hands cupped your balls, massaging them gently. Revelling in the power of my touch as you grew even more in my mouth I began to suck harder, moving you in and out of my mouth – almost letting you fall completely out of my mouth before I once again took your full length. With one hand still cupping your balls, the other hand moved to cup your ass, letting my nails dig in firmly, as you moaned in mindless ecstasy.

Finally, unable to take any more, you forcibly pulled away, tearing yourself from my mouth. "Oh god, please, please, no more, I'm so close, I...mmmm..."

Taking my hands in yours you pulled me up until our bodies once again were pressed against each other. Arching forward I waited for you to fill me, but you stood poised inches away, holding me back so I couldn't thrust forward as your mouth latched onto my neck, biting me. Your teeth raked against my sensitive flesh as you devoured my flesh, marking me, claiming me.

Just when I was sure you were about to thrust into me, you dropped down to the floor until your mouth was directly over my womanhood. Gasping in surprise, I was unprepared as your teeth nibbled at me, rolling my sensitive nub with the help of your tongue. Teetering dangerously I grabbed hold of the countertop in a desperate effort to stay standing as my legs dissolved beneath me.

Your tongue thrust into me deeply, your hot breath searing my flesh, as you controlled my body masterfully. Your hands encircled my waist, pressing me against the counter and holding me up, instinctively aware of my failing ability to stand. Taking turns between your teeth and your tongue, playing with my clitoris and delving inside of me, I could feel my body nearing orgasm amazingly quickly.

Moaning in mind-numbing pleasure, I futilely tried to push you back, to hold off until you were inside of me. Relentlessly you continued your sweet torture of my body, until I was screaming and whimpering, lost in rapture.

Shaking with passion I exploded against your mouth, relying completely on you to keep me standing as my world shattered and remade itself, with you at its centre. Panting for breath, I was still barely coherent when you gracefully stood up and effortlessly lifted me onto the edge of the counter, hanging over the edge just slightly.

Holding onto my waist, you eased me even further towards the edge of the table, until you were able to thrust inside of me. Still riding the aftershocks of pleasure, I mindlessly rocked against you, savouring the feeling of your body pounding into mine. Leaning into me you began to kiss me on the lips, slowing the pace of our bodies to match the gentle melding of our mouths. Drowning in the taste of each other, we both spiralled into oblivion, until your body erupted inside of mine in a wave of molten satisfaction, pushing my body over desire's edge a second time.

Time seemed to be holding it's breath, waiting for us to fully regain consciousness, as we stayed there, motionless, me sitting on the edge of the kitchen table, with your now flaccid penis still embedded within me. For a moment I could make believe that somehow this was "right" - that we belonged in each other's arms.

Your velvet voice filled the silence, wrapping itself around me, "I, I know I shouldn't say this, I know it shouldn't even be possible, but I think I am..."

The shrill ring of the phone abruptly cut off whatever words you were about to say, causing us both to jump slightly, pulling you out of me completely. Cursing slightly, you moved even further away, crossing your arms in front of you, visibly erecting a barrier between us.

Whatever desire that had overtaken me had completely faded now, leaving me to berate myself for my weakness and stupidity. Crossing my arms over my naked breasts, which still heaved slightly with the last remnants of our tender sex (which I refused to call lovemaking on principle's sake), I too tried to distance myself from you.

As the answering machine beeped on, I was startled to hear an unfamiliar female voice say "Damian, pick up the phone, now."

I was even more startled when, without casting me even a glance, you quickly walked away to answer the phone.