Erin on the Gambling Table Ch. 01

One thing she knew for sure was that she had never seen this man in her entire life, and yet for some reason there was something faintly familiar about him. She couldn't explain it, it was very weak, almost imperceptible, hidden amongst the plethora of new and unfamiliar. She wondered if he was famous. Maybe she had met him at a bar or a club and she just didn't remember.

"I-I'm sorry. I have no idea who you are." She said timidly, fearing her answer was going to upset him. He didn't answer her but seemed oddly pleased.

"Should I?"

"Not right now, no. Maybe later."

A moment passed in silence before she could work up the courage to ask him what she wanted to know. She stood up and clasped her fists.

"Would you please tell me what is it that you want with me?"

"You." was his answer. She thought the man was either joking, or insane.

"M-me? No, no, surely this is some sort of joke, right?" She smiled nervously and fixed her eyes on him, expecting him to laugh and tell her it was genuinely just a joke, but he didn't. He only regarded her in silence.

"But I... I don't understand... If you like me, why not just ask me on a date?" she began turning red with anger and raising her voice, "What gives you the right to just break into my home and kidnap me?!"

The man remained calm, watching her red face in amusement.

"I did ask you out, and you refused."

For a moment his answer stunned her. She was still sure she had never seen this man before. Very quickly, however, she put her surprise aside and let her anger take control once again.

"Listen to me. You'll let me go this instant. You'll let me go, you hear me? Don't think I don't remember everything you did. And I swear if something happened to my dog, I'm going to make you regret it..."

The words barely felt like her own. She's not an intimidating person whatsoever; she could see it in the man's utterly unimpressed expression. But the thought of her fur baby alone and injured in her apartment was making her blood boil.

"The pup's fine. Not that it matters anymore anyway. And you, dear are not going anywhere."

"But... Why?! What is this supposed to be? Revenge?"

"No. I wouldn't call it that at all. It's more about what you triggered in me, Erin. A certain... inclination I didn't know I had: Sadism. You made me realize just how much of a sadist I was. How much I like dominating women, using them, controlling them, causing them pain, and making them enjoy it.

So... I just had to have you. From now on, you are a slave. My slave, dear. You'll live to please me and follow every command I give you, starting right now; take your clothes off. I want to see what I own."

Erin didn't hear the last part; she was horrified. Her mind conjuring a million horrific images of her being used, raped, humiliated, degraded, tortured, maimed, then finally killed and discarded like a piece of trash, all for this psychopath's pleasure.

Sweating and breathing heavily, she tried her best to escape, but in her half-conscious mental state, her movements became clumsy. Without realizing, she made a glass vase fall to the floor, and burst into a million pieces. Aware of the danger, the man pulled her away from the shards, but it just alarmed her more; she jerked away and with the little strength she had, she started kicking and yelling.

"Whoa... easy there," he told her as he grabbed her, firmly but without hurting her, then took out a syringe and injected her. Erin's eyes widened in pure horror when she saw the syringe again, but he reassured her, "It's okay... It's just a relaxant... I just don't want you to hurt yourself."

The girl felt her muscles relax and her breath slow down. Her panic melted away and the thoughts that were whirring around in her mind felt impossibly smooth. Almost like it was impossible to access them.

It was a feeling of almost frightening happiness. For a moment, she genuinely thought she was going to die. However, she found herself, once again, extremely weak. Her legs felt like soft noodles, incapable of supporting her weight.

"There you go," he told her reassuringly as he gently laid her in the bed "There you go, everything is okay."

Erin had lost nearly all her strength, even the strength to scream for help, although she had figured out by now it was probably going to be useless. All she managed to muster was a weak plea.

"P-Please... Please, you don't have to do this. I-I won't tell anyone... I promise... Please..."

The man fixed her with a stern look.

"Erin, if you don't keep quiet, I'm going to gag you," he warned her coldly.

She turned her head away from him and stayed silent. What was happening to her was bad enough; she didn't want to be gagged.

The man put some soft pillows next to the headrail of the bed, then helped her sit up against them.

"Raise your arms," he commanded; she obeyed him meekly, scolding herself for not putting up more resistance. He gently took off her nightgown, leaving her completely naked. She tried to cover herself, but with one hand he held both of her arms in the air. He stayed for an instant looking at her, admiring her figure.

"You're such a cute little thing. I had thought about a few body modifications I wanted to make but looking at you now I don't think I want them anymore. It would be such a shame to change anything about you."

Erin wasn't looking at him. She felt she could die of shame at that moment.

"Stop... don't talk about me like that..." she cried. Her voice weak, cracking.

When he was done looking at her, the man began tying her arms up against a metal ring attached to the wall, then spread her legs and tied them up to the sides of the bed as well. The bondage was loose, and the ropes were silken and felt good against her skin. He knew she was weak and there was no need to use something harsher. She was now completely exposed and helpless. She had never felt more naked in her life. Her face was crimson with shame.

He started to undress, exposing his handsome, toned, chiseled body. She found herself almost wishing he had been fat and disgusting; she would have been able to hate a fat and disgusting man in the way he deserved to be hated for what he was doing to her. Instead, the man was very good looking, in many ways the kind of man she would have loved to meet and go out on a date with, and the confusion she felt was maddening.

Why would someone like him have to be such a monster?

As his clothes fell away, she couldn't help but fix her eyes on his rock-hard cock; she felt disgusted at the thought he could be hard by doing what he was doing to her.

She mentally prepared herself for what was coming. She thought he would hit her, maybe force her to blow him. What actually ended up happening surprised and confused her.

The man planted a gentle kiss on her forehead, then another, then started kissing her all over her body, first in places she had never been kissed, where she didn't even know it felt good to be kissed: her arms, the tip of her nose, her calves... then more sensitive spots: the inside of her thighs, her neck... softly biting her as well, teasing her, deliberately avoiding her most sexual spots, letting her arousal build up a bit first. His hands were all around her, firmly but gently massaging every inch of her sore muscles.

She started moaning and sobbing.

"Please... Stop..." she whimpered.

The man moved to her perfect, round breasts, alternating between the kinds of attention he would give them. At one moment he would be kissing them all around and sucking her nipples while his hands were massaging her body, then the next he would start kissing her somewhere else, and instead move his hands to her breasts, caressing and fondling them. Then he would put them in his mouth again, this time biting them gently, and after a while he would return to using his hands, now to pinch and slap them softly. He stayed a long time giving a lot of attention to her breasts. She was breathing heavily again, but in a very different way this time; it was no longer fear or anxiety, it was because of how intense the experience was.

The girl's face and chest were bright red from the pain and humiliation. Her mind and her body seemed to be in opposite places. Her mind was telling her she had to hate what was happening, but her body was greatly enjoying the touch of this man. She rationalized it as she simply had gone for so long without sex that any touch felt good at that point. It made her feel pathetic, how she was getting wet and horny for the guy who was technically raping her, but her body wanted more.

"Oh God, please," she cried again.

He kept his hands on her breasts and moved his mouth between her legs. He began teasing her a little more, kissing the inside of her thighs, his nose running along her pale skin, teasing her with his beard.

Slowly, he moves to her pussy lips. She shivers, scared. He doesn't stop. When he finally started kissing her clit, it was throbbing, and her pussy was leaking her juices on the bed.

She felt two orgasms building up inside her, one in her breasts, intensifying with every touch, and one in her pussy, growing with every flick of his tongue. Her rational mind couldn't stop her from enjoying herself anymore, and the shockwaves of pleasure filled her entire body until she could hold no longer. She completely lost control of her body, trembling and spasming, and would've fallen off the bed if it wasn't for the fact she was tied up. Her mind went into a trance and she felt herself floating around the room in ecstasy.

"Now, let's see if you're worth it."

Too dizzy to comprehend what he wanted, Erin ignored him and focused on the twitching running through her legs. The orgasm plus the bear tranquilizer he'd given her were too much, her brain was turning to mush. Erin flinched, all of a sudden, he was too close, delicately untying the silken ropes.

As soon as he untied her ankles, Erin thought it was over. She could close her legs, pretend it hadn't happened. The cool air no longer reminding her of how wet she was for this monster. He had different plans. Gently but firmly, he helped Erin onto her stomach. The sheets were like butter. For a moment, she thought she might get to take a nap, her eyes fluttering closed but he was yanking her arms behind her back and securing them.

Then, the cool air was back between her legs. The pillow being shoved under her hips, sobered Erin instantly. She could feel the globes of her butt spreading as he angled her just right for him. She was fully exposed to this man, this stranger, who intended to rape her and who knows what else. She squirmed, pulling on her restraints. Afraid of what he was about to do but she knew he could see how wet she was for him. How badly she wanted him to mount her.

"Please... Don't do this to me. Please just let me go," she whimpered, her voice cracking. Not out of fear, out of shame. She didn't mean a word of it. If for a moment the man had stopped, Erin would have begged him to fuck her. Her pussy ached, she needed to be filled.

She felt him place his cock head against her opening. He said nothing. Even as wet as she was, her tiny slit was very tight and resisted his intruder. He continued driving forward and she sighed as she felt her wet lips give way to the pressure of his stiff cock entering her. He grabbed her mane, forcing her to lift her head, as he buried himself inside her. She felt his other hand close over her bound wrists. He held her body by her arms and her hair, in complete control, as he began fucking her furiously.

He drove in and out of her velvety-soft pussy, watching her supple cheeks ripple, thrusting in deeply and flexing to feel her tightness before pulling back for another thrust. As he buried himself, Erin felt goosebumps erupt across her freckled skin. Her pussy contracted even more tightly around his cock, making him tight his jaw at the sensation.

The girl was moaning and panting heavily as another orgasm started building up. She could feel her muscles beginning to tense up, and her sobbing and moaning became louder.

"Cum for me," he commanded.

"No... Please," she cried feebly, but in vain; her mind had gone numb from the pleasure and her body was on the edge.

She let out a scream and started losing control again. As soon as he felt her cumming, he grunted loudly, releasing his orgasm as well and filling her tight pussy.

Erin collapsed on the bed, exhausted. He gave her another gentle kiss on the forehead and helped her get underneath the soft sheets, then left to take a shower.

The girl wasn't even sure where she was anymore, she felt dizzy but extremely happy and satisfied. She closed her eyes and fell into a deep, dark bliss.

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"Mr. Gavin?" He heard the voice of the chef calling him, "Mr. Gavin. The food is ready, do you want me to take it up to the room?"

He didn't reply right away. He had been deeply absorbed in his own thoughts, reliving the events of the morning, and it took a while for him to even remember what the chef was talking about. After a moment, he smiled and shook his head.

"No, Justine, don't worry. I'll take care of it later. Enjoy the rest of the day."

The girl retired and left him alone with his thoughts once again.

The man was sitting comfortably in the living room, observing the security cameras from his tablet, watching her sleep peacefully. The morning had been all he had wished it would be, and more. He couldn't believe he had waited so long to do it. Even after a few hours he could smack his lips and still taste her.

For the first time in his life he felt he had everything he wanted. The girl he had obsessed with for so long was now his and she was more beautiful than even he remembered. She still needed training, but that little detail didn't bother him, if anything, it excited him. She was under his power, and he wanted every part of it. He wanted to be there for every single little expression, gesture, or sound. Watching her moan and scream in pleasure earlier was all he needed to know that it was simply a matter of time. He would enthrall her, make her addicted to him, possess her, own her; she would not be able to resist him.

The difficult part was going to be controlling himself, fighting the urge to move things too fast and push the girl beyond what she could take. He had wanted to do this for such a long time, but he found that fucking her earlier had not satiated his lust. Everything about Erin, from her delicate features, to the way her pale skin contrasted beautifully with the colors of her body, to the way her copper mane flowed, was addictive. He wanted more; he needed more.

He could already picture her doing all the things he wanted her to do and enjoying them, like she had enjoyed their morning session. He couldn't help but grin at the thought.

He took one last sip of his drink, then straightened up, and headed to the bedroom.

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She woke up a few hours later, still in that bedroom, hugged by the warmth and softness of the bed, still feeling a little weak.

"Hey, sleeping beauty. How are you feeling?" the man's deep silky voice greeted her again.

Erin didn't answer right away. She clutched the sheets and closed her eyes. The ecstasy and dizziness were gone and now she remembered clearly what had happened, how he had taken her against her will, and how amazing it felt.

"I have a headache," she replied feebly.

Without answering, the man went into the bathroom. He returned briefly with a bottle of water and a pill.

"Here, take it. It will help."

The girl looked at him nervously, thinking he must be insane if he really thought she would willingly take a pill from him.

The man frowned. "It's just an aspirin. Take it or I'll force it down your throat."

The girl nervously took the pill from him and swallowed it.

"Now open your mouth," he commanded.

She did as he told her and stuck out her tongue. The man examined her mouth for a moment. Once he was certain she had swallowed, he smiled and patted her head.

"Good girl," was his only remark. For a moment she felt nervous, but she noticed her pain easing almost immediately.

The man sat on his chair again and started doing something on his tablet. She remained for a moment sitting in the bed, watching him. Erin was fundamentally uncertain how to deal with this man. A part of her hated him, a part of her was terrified of him, a part of her remembered how she had felt, and how much she had enjoyed it, despite the fact she ought to have hated it, and she didn't know how to process those contradictions emotionally. She had so many questions to ask, but it took a while until she could muster the courage to ask.

"Would you... would you please explain a few things?" She queried, making an effort to sound firm, rather than nervous.

"What do you want to know?" he replied flatly, without even lifting his eyes from his tablet.

What do I want to know? Where to even start? How about who are you? Where the hell am I? Why are you doing this to me? What did you do with my dog?... She wasn't expecting him to acknowledge her question, let alone agree to tell her anything.

No... maybe nothing about Achilles just yet. If I want to get out of here, I need to find out some information.

"Where am I?"

"If you mean the house, it belongs to one of my buddies. It's his second or third home, I think. He calls it 'Rosethorn Manor'. He's old fashioned like that. Kind of corny if you ask me but you have to admit the man's got good taste. If you mean the general location of the Manor, I can't tell you that."

"So, you don't live here?" she queried, surprised.

"I do live here, for the moment, it's just not my house. I'm somewhat of a nomad. I travel around the world staying in different places every few months. One of the perks of the job."

"What do you do?"

"I'm a poker player. Not a famous one mind you, I mostly just play against rich people and take their money."

"And your friend?"

"Just a venture capitalist. Don't worry about it."

The more she found out about this man, the more tragic her situation seemed. Earlier she thought if he had asked her out, she would have said yes in a heartbeat. The fact that this man would've, strangely, made such a perfect fit for her, only made the whole situation more bizarre to her.

"Look, is it... is it possible that you have the wrong person? I swear I have no idea who you are. I would remember someone like you!"

"Oh... and why is that?" He asked with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. The girl blushed and looked away.

He put away his tablet and began looking at her intently. It was the same look he had given her early when he was looking at her naked for the first time. She hated that look, it made her want to strangle him. That stupid look that made her feel degraded but aroused her at the same time.

"No, Erin. There's no mistake. I know you perfectly. You're Erin Westbrook. I've met your parents, John and Diana Westbrook. You play the piano but hate classical music, because they made you practice long hours when you were a child. You can speak three languages. Your favorite food is Sushi, especially when it's both spicy and sweet. You have a weakness for chocolate and cute dogs. You went to business school, and now you run your own fashion company. A business that is failing."

She turned her eyes away from him again. Until then she hadn't realized she was still naked, and started to feel self-conscious. He walked up to her and lifted her chin.

"I know you spend long hours in that office, racking your brain about what you're doing wrong, wallowing in your mistakes. I know you feel that your life is out of control and you can't understand why. I know you feel lonely. That you think you'll never find someone for you. And I know how much you secretly crave to find someone who makes you feel the way you want to feel and takes you in the way you want to be taken."