Highborn

Just when I thought I could resist the temptation to open my eyes, a sharp edge tore through my wrist binds. I was free to move my hands again. Confusion overwhelmed me as I contemplated what could motivate him to free my wrists. I breathed as steadily as I could, each breath becoming infinitely harder than the last. Things only got weirder when he kissed the side of my head. The gentle touch of his lips on my skin had pushed unfamiliar jolts of passion through my body. His hand brushed away my strands of my caramel hair and he left me with another kiss. Suddenly, Straze got up and left the room. I wait a few moments after I heard the door closed before opening my eyes. Hastily I sat up, removing the torn duct tape around my wrists. I tossed the scraps aside and stared dumbstruck at the closed door. Where did he go? Why did he go? Weirdest of all, I felt like I missed Straze's company.

I pushed myself out of bed and walked over to the door. I tested the handle of the door, finding it to be unlocked. I had a real chance now to make a run for it. Could I make it very far before Straze caught up to me? I quickly dashed thoughts of escape from my mind when I remembered his threat. A tapping sound startled me. I turned around to find Straze sitting in a shadowed corner of the room.

"I knew you weren't sleeping."

"How did you—"

"Shadow magic."

The faint touch of his lips he left on my skin strangely started to feel warm. I pushed loose strands of my hair behind my ear, brushing my fingertips over the skin that I felt the echo on. Why did I feel something pleasant for him? Was this what it was like to feel Stockholm Syndrome?

"If you knew I was awake, why did you cut the tape?" I questioned.

"Felt like it."

"Oh... Thanks, I guess."

"I'm surprised you focused more on asking me that, instead of why I kissed your head," Straze chuckled.

I blushed furiously, too embarrassed to reply. I found the gentleness of his touch pleasant, welcome, enjoyable even. Desperately, I tried burying those feelings. Oddly, it was one of the hardest things I'd ever done. I've always wanted something like this with Alan. A strange fantasy where he kidnapped me, giving me a new happier life with him.

"W-Well why did you... you know."

"Cause I think you're beautiful when you smile. And I've done nothing but make you miserable since we met."

"Why would you care if I'm happy or not?"

"I just want you to be."

"If that were true... why didn't you just leave me alone."

"I didn't know how I felt Cecilia, until now."

Questioning the sincerity of his claim in my mind, I wasn't able to notice Straze was close to me, too close. I stumbled backwards until I hit the wood door. I forced the lump in my throat down, but when I tried to tell him to back away, the lump came right back up. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't voice my desire to have him step away.

"Cecilia, you don't need to be afraid of me."

Again, I couldn't answer with the lump blocking my throat, preventing any of my voice from escaping. Straze took another step forward. He was so close now that I could feel the heat from his breath. I was hyperventilating, the rise and fall of my chest getting quicker with each passing second. Time felt slowed having Straze this close to me got to me. I was paralyzed with fear and silenced by terror.

Straze's muscled arms surrounded me, caging me like a frightened animal. He leaned forward, and I felt his lips on mine before my mind registered seeing him do it. Now it wasn't just my cheeks that felt heated, my entire body had followed suit. My body's natural instincts took control, arching my back so I would press into him. I hated how much I wanted him to keep going. Is it rape if I secretly want it? It's not like he's being violent, in fact, he's passionate, amazingly so. The act was wrong, morally wrong, but it felt so right, so perfect to be touched by him.

I felt the air rush from my lungs, following Straze as he pulled away. He took a few steps back, composing himself in front of me. I supported myself against the door, panting like I just ran a mile at top speed fast I could. Electric feelings that had been surging through my body moments ago, were now fading, and rapidly.

"Get back in the bed," Straze ordered. He didn't sound the same. The monotonous voice was still there, but the way his voice stuttered hinted he wasn't at all composed. Not that it mattered, I couldn't move a muscle with my mind still trying to process everything that just happened. "Get back in the bed, Cecilia!"

When I didn't respond again, his hand slid around the back of my neck. With a vice like grip, he tugged me towards the bed then threw me like a rag doll when I was close enough. Straze eyes looked distant, like he wasn't entirely here. Did that take as much out of him as it did for me?

"Go to sleep," He commanded again.

Did he really expect me to go back to sleep after that? What the hell was his game? Slowly, my nerves came down from the increased levels of dopamine flooding my system, allowing me to have a much clearer mind. I wracked my brain, over and over, trying to understand why it was I wanted him to kiss me again. I only found reasons I wanted him back, not just kissing me, but fucking me in the bed.

"No," I whispered.

"I wasn't asking, Cecilia. Sleep now or I'm throwing your ass back in the trunk."

"I... can't."

My eyes lowered down to his crotch. The straining member beneath his pants was pitching a tent in his jeans, begging for freedom. The sight had me burning crimson and rubbing my thighs together. I bit my lip, trying so desperately to suppress the idea. I was a virgin, and he had probably slept with plenty of women. Would he even want me or was his dick doing all the thinking?

Straze followed my eyes, catching me staring at his hardened cock. He turned away so quickly; I wasn't sure if I saw the confident kidnapped from earlier blush. My mind didn't leave room for the possibility that he wasn't, only making me more aroused. Crushing my eyelids closed, I sought to envision something other than him. Failing miserably, I felt as if I had no choice but to go through with this.

I stumbled off the bed and wobbled, walking on unsteady legs towards him. Barely making it a few feet, I tripped over my own feet. He caught me in those powerful arms of his and our eyes met for the first time since he kissed me. In that moment, I could see he was just as conflicted about this.

"This is wrong," Straze commented, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I think... you... don't care," I stammered.

"Where the hell did that come from!? Oh well, too late to take it back now."

Straze's hands were sliding down my back, leaving a tingling sensation on my skin. Timidly, I rested my hand against his chest, directly over his heart. The rhythmic fast paced beating matched my own pounding heart. My breathing became more steady as Straze held me. The closer he held me, the steadier I became, the more I wanted this.

"Cecilia, this... it's not right, but I want you."

I leaned closer, kissing his cheek repeatedly. This was such a bad idea, he knew it; I knew it, but neither of us cared. I wanted him; he wanted me. Take away all the complex variables of how we arrived here, that's all there was. Determined to go through with the act, I steeled myself for the coming experience; Straze would be my first.

Straze shoved me back into the bad, his weight pinning me beneath him. His eyes hardened, bored into me, almost like he was peering into my soul. My resolve cracked a little, leading me to think that I would waiver under the pressure. I didn't think I had a choice anyways now that I stirred the beast inside him.

"Last warning," Straze snarled.

Ignoring him, I stayed quiet and ran my hand up his chest. I felt the hardness of his muscles beneath my soft palms with only the thin cotton of his top separating our skin. Eager to feel him, I slid my hands down the shirt, slinking under the hem, getting my first genuine feeling of his skin. Immediately there was a warmth, inviting, drawing me in further. My finger tips, filled with static, searched out for more of the comforting heat. I passed my palm over his upper chest, our two skins still touching. Finally, Straze had decided he was done being a spectator. Like a feral animal, Straze leaned in and kissed my skin. My body reacted happily to the attention, soft moans pried free of my lips. My back arched off the bed, pushing more of myself into him. His hands ran down my spine, resting at the small of my back. The shirt seemed to anger him with the way he quickly pulled away from my neck and tore off my top. All that remained covering my modestly sized chest was a thin white tank top and my bold pink bra.

His hands shifted from my back to grope my breasts. The way he grabbed them jolted more pleasure through my body. It wasn't long before the thin tank top was an unwelcome obstacle. He tore it in two and removed my bra while he was at it. Straze dove back in, biting down gently on my nipples. I tried biting my lips to suppress the loud moan he caused, but it wasn't very effective.

The stiff cock, pressing against my belly, had twitched with activity, begging for freedom. I was more than happy to oblige. I pulled down Straze's zipper, causing him to pause for a moment and look down at my hands. Then his eyes lifted back up to me and with a cocky grin he mouthed "go for it."

I needed no more encouragement than that. Unbuttoning the jeans hastily, I pushed them down just enough for his cock to get some space. My hand wrapped around the hard penis through his boxers, stroking up and down gently. I'd seen enough porn to have a basic idea of what to do with a guy, but I had no personal experience to go off. Thankfully, Straze moaned as I played with his manhood so I must have been doing something right. I tried maintaining a slow pace to keep the excitement going for as long as possible. It was exhilarating to hold his cock in my hands; I felt powerful. Straze grew impatient again and wanted inside me. He fumbled with my jeans, trying to get them off quickly. For the first time, I hated wearing skinny jeans. Getting them off was always a problem when my day was over. Now during sex, I learned, it was aggravatingly harder. After an extraordinary and embarrassing effort, he got my jeans off, taking my pair of pink lace panties with them and tossing the pair aside.

Straze teased his tip, coating it in the slick fluids leaking from my pussy. I was plenty excited and wet down there, so I had hoped that it wouldn't hurt that much. I heard stories of girls who got their cherries popped. The common theme was that it always hurt when the guy first drove inside. When he finally entered, it was one of the most painful feelings I've ever felt. I screamed so loud, Straze had to cover my mouth with his hand. He didn't ask if I was okay, he just continued fucking me.

I would have thought him an uncaring asshole had I not seen the feral need in his eyes. I doubt he could control himself or care about my pleasure in his current state. Pumping in and out of me, Straze had lost control of himself, fucking me as hard and as fast as he could. It was excruciating every time he buried himself inside me; my wetness not easing the pain one bit. Worse was that Straze's vice like grip over my mouth was only getting tighter, hurting me more.

Straze got bored with fucking me in missionary. Pulling out, he flipped me onto all fours, but before he plunged into me again, Straze reached for his trusty roll of duct tape. I frowned that he planned to tape my mouth shut again. I could hardly say it was unwarranted though. I was quite the noisy girl apparently when I was being fucked this hard. After slapping two quick messy strips over my lips and pressing them smoothly, Straze speared inside me, jerking me forward.

The wet smacking sound of his crotch slamming into my ass was the only noise filling the room with my mouth covered in tape. Everything was going hazy as pleasure swirled over the pain. I moaned into the silver coating over my lips, then slowly I started screaming with pleasure. The tape did little to stifle my growing noise, but Straze didn't seem to notice or maybe just didn't care.

It was only a few more moments before I felt my first sexual orgasm. It hit like a crashing wave, jolts of electricity spiking everywhere while also feeling so focused. It was at least ten times better than any orgasm I managed on my own. My walls squeezed on Straze's cock, trying desperately to pull an orgasm from him. I was slightly disappointed when it didn't come, but at the rate he was fucking, it would come soon enough.

Seeking another position switch, Straze put me on my back and lifting my legs over his shoulders. The angle from which he was entering me was more sensual than the other two. I rapidly approached another orgasm and before I knew it, I screamed into my tape gag yet again and squeezing tightly on his cock. Straze was groaning in pleasure, enjoying himself. I couldn't be sure if he was holding his orgasm back just to make it a better experience for me, which it was. Over and over, Straze fucked me for what felt like hours; hours of unbelievable bliss.

By the time he finally came, squirting strands of thick white fluid deep inside me, I was orgasming for the third time. I was a sweaty, tired mess and when he sputtered his last drop inside me, he collapsed on top of me. With little time to enjoy the moment, Straze rolled himself off of me and fell into a deep sleep. I curled up next to him, laying my sweat drenched head atop his chest and wrapping my arm around him. I followed his lead and embraced sleep. Tomorrow would be a very interesting day.

When I awoke the next morning, Straze was missing, and my ankle was cuffed to the bed. My wrists had been taped together in front of me. The tape gag he had on me last evening was replaced with a thick silicone ball gag that filled my mouth painfully.

"To think, I thought he wouldn't be binding me after fucking me last night. Stupid me. Easier for me to hate him again, I guess. I just wish... I just wish I wouldn't have to."

I spent almost an hour alone in the room, struggling to get my ankle free from the bed frame. It was made of a sturdy metal and no matter how hard I tried; I couldn't get free. Despite my logical conclusion of not being able to escape, I continued my vain struggles.

To my surprise, after an hour of squirming and battling my bindings, the door opened with Straze standing in the door. Tucked under his arm was a newspaper, which I assumed was today, and in his left hand a brown bag. Walking over to the bed, he threw the brown bag in front of me before falling into a seated position next to me. Straze removed the lock on the ball gag, undid the buckle and then pulled it out of my mouth.

"Asshole," I shouted.

"Had to be sure you wouldn't run off. Your attempts to seduce me were good. Didn't expect that from you."

"You forced yourself on me first, you piece of shit."

"But I pulled away before I got too riled. Cecilia, you are more responsible for what happened last night than you wanna admit."

"I admit that I was a fool for thinking there was some kind of connection between us. You're just an asshole kidnapper who toys with a girl's heart."

Straze looked at me like I was crazy. Did I imagine that he felt something too? Was I the fool, creating something out of nothing in this horrid nightmare? Shame overwhelmed me and I just wanted to forget last night entirely now. He continued to stay silent, only aggravating me further. I'd rather he just say I was wrong, and I was a complete dumbass. What the hell was he thinking? I mean, just fucking say something, get it over with already.

Several times, Straze opened his mouth, appearing like he would finally disturb the quiet air between us. I gave up hoping for an answer of any kind and just rolled over on my side, leaving my back to him. Suppressing my tears as best I could, I foolishly prayed to the stupid moon for comfort. What was it about this situation that made me so religious?

"Cecilia, I... There's... We should get going, I guess."

I remained silent, even after he uncuffed my ankle. He pulled me to my feet, grabbing my tee shirt, discarded last night, and pulled it over my head. I thought it was silly he tried to dress me without cutting the tape around my wrists. He gave up trying to get my arm through the small sleeves, leaving me looking like a weirdo. Straze grabbed the brown bag, opening it up and pulling out a muffin.

"What would you do with the money?" Straze blurted out randomly.

"With what money?"

"The million gold coins you were worth to Prince Erik."

"Why?" I asked quizzically, raising an eyebrow.

"Just... humor me, Cecilia."

"I guess I would donate most of it to my village. That money could help many people who are starving on the street or homeless. I would use the rest to get my parents a nicer home and settle all their debts."

Straze walked past me, going to open the window. He stared outside as if it held some answer to his secret problem. It amazed me as I continued to pull on that connection I thought was between us. He played with my heart, kidnapped me and ruined my life. Why should I feel anything for him?

"Cecilia, I can't give you your life back, even if I wanted to."

"And why not!?" I shouted.

"I killed you."

The realization hit me like a wall of bricks. I was dead as far as the world, my family and my friends were concerned. If I magically reappeared what would everyone think? I never would fake my death for attention, but people who didn't know would accuse me of such. A scandal would brew, rumors would spread all over the city proper and the outlying villages and towns. Straze couldn't give me my old life back because he himself killed it.

My head fell in shame for not realizing the stupidity of my hopes. Even if he set me free, my life wouldn't go back to the way it was. Tears rolled down my cheeks while I desperately tried to quiet my sobs. I wished I could choke Straze with all the tears he made me cry the past day. Strangely, the flood of tears pouring from my eyes had lifted off my skin, jumping towards Straze. The suspicious and odd occurrence took complete command of my attention.

"Did I just use elemental magic... but couldn't only dragon blessed do that? Was I not just a highborn? Was I a dragonborn? Or maybe I am something else entirely."

"What would you say if I could give you a new life, Cecilia?"

"I don't understand," I said with a tone of confusion.

"You didn't seduce me to get free last night... did you?" I blushed furiously at his question.

"Um, well, you kinda... I..."

"So that's a no." Straze turned around to face me, taking a few steps forward then taking one step back, pausing with an odd expression. "I don't know how we'll do it. But if what I think you feel for me is real, then I won't turn you over to Erik."

"You'd just let me go?"

"No. I'd... I would keep you close, you wouldn't survive without me."

"Gee, thanks."

"Cecilia... this is confusing for me alright. And I'm throwing away my life to give you some semblance of freedom. Do you want it or not?"

His offer had some benefit to it. Even if I didn't get treated much better than I had been, it felt safer with him then being afraid of what a dragonborn prince wanted with me. A choice between the known and the unknown, the choice was easy.

"I want it."