FurryFury
02-26-2006, 09:02 PM
Virginity Sold Pt 4
The next night he surprised me again. When I came in from work my room was filled with flowers and candles. The effect was so romantic it made me giddy. The ambiance seemed magical to me. I felt as though I had almost stepped into a fairyland.
He didn’t touch me as I had become accustomed to before dinner. Instead we moved straight to the table and our meal. I could see something behind his eyes. There was some secret or excitement there. He was so handsome to me now. When we first met I thought he was rugged and nice looking. Now his face, his very presence, was everything to me. I drank him in with my eyes. My mouth twitched up into a grin. I couldn’t stop grinning. I was with Him! My world was perfect at that moment.
I noticed that he had made sure my favorite dishes and wine were on the table. The meal was delicious as they always were here. We savored the meal bite by bite as we savored the time with each other. We didn’t have to talk to fill in the quiet spaces. We were that comfortable with each other.
We finished this particular meal with a sinfully creamy chocolate fondue into which we dipped strawberries, grapes and banana pieces. We enjoyed feeding each other. We kept smiling at one another while we enjoyed the meal. It was very arousing to feed each other these succulent bits of fruit drenched in rich chocolate. I could tell that this was all building to something but I had no idea what.
Once on the couch, he gazed into my eyes as if I were some precious jewel he couldn’t take his eyes off. I could feel my inner voice tell me that things were about to change again. His eyes sparkled in the candlelight. The flowers natural fragrance filled the air with a soft lovely blending of scents that no perfume could ever replicate in it’s full but subtle glory.
On the couch, we did talk, first about my day, then about my dreams. He still didn’t touch me. I wanted him too but he didn’t. I wanted him to hurt me a little. I wanted to please him. I wanted so many things that I thought it would all come tumbling out of me at any minute but I didn’t speak any of that. Instead I answered his questions as fully and honestly as I could then listened to what he had to say with my heart as well as my ears.
“You know I love you don’t you?” He asked me.
I grinned and nodded. My spirit felt such elation that I thought it might pull me apart.
“Yes. I love you too.” I said. My words held a quiet passion that seemed to gather strength and hang in the air between us like a storm waiting to tear the world apart.
He got off the couch. He got down on one knee. Looking into my eyes, he said the words every little girl is taught to dream of.
“Francesca, I love you. Will you marry me?”
I was stunned. The answer was obvious. He was making all of my dreams come true. This man was all I that wanted in this world. More than that, it would end my captivity once and for all. I would never want to leave him, not now, but it would still make me free. I wanted to be free and yet his, at the same time. I was about to attempt to answer when he pulled out a small box.
He opened it to reveal a ring too beautiful for me to ever wish for. The stone was a large heart shaped diamond in an antique setting. It was too large for me, too grand. I swear my mind went blank. It took some time before my brain began to work again.
“Yes! Yes!” I cried as soon as I could speak. This was it! My dreams and salvation all wrapped in one. He was everything I had been told to want by my family and society. I had gotten through all his barriers. I had gotten him to love me!
He would never send me back now! I had really made him happy! I didn’t even notice how my thought patterns had changed. I no longer thought about escape from him. Why would I? I loved him too deeply.
I covered his face in kisses and literally, jumped into his arms. We both went tumbling over. I was on top of him. He was on the carpet. We were both laughing from our shared joy. After we had our fill of laughter and kisses, he got up pulling me with him to the couch again.
I wanted him to take me then. I wanted him to forcefully take me and have his way with me but he didn’t. My body felt like every nerve was primed and waiting, begging to be hurt and soothed for him.
He slipped this grand old ring on my finger. It was a glorious piece but I didn’t need it or any other fabulous thing then. I only wanted and needed him on top of me, inside me. I might have liked some more earrings or for him to get the ones he had given me to pinch and pull at my nipples again but he didn’t seem to want to do that. I still couldn’t ask for such. I just couldn’t.
I would have said yes with no ring or even a cigar band for a ring. I thought again that this was something that must have been in his family for a very long time. I certainly didn’t feel worthy of such magnificence.
I watched him put the ring on my finger, feeling as if he did it in slow motion. The gesture felt so momentous to me. The stone kept catching the light in the room and spinning it into a rainbow of colors from the reflections of the candle flames. I was mesmerized.
Now he began with his verbal dissection of my wishes and perhaps of my soul. We talked wedding plans. We talked about everything a bride and groom would. Then we talked about it more because he would handle nearly all the details as always. He told me he planned for us to be married by the end of the week.
Doing some quick mental math, I figured this would mean by that the time I had been there three and a half weeks, we would be married. I wondered if there were some “out” clause with the place that had captured me. A legal “out” perhaps that covered marriage within the month but I didn’t ask. It seemed pointless to question him about that. Clearly he had made up his mind about me. He wanted me with him forever!
I had to go to the bathroom so I excused myself. When I came back I didn’t immediately see him. My heart sank. I thought he might have left. I hated the idea that he would go without saying anything.
Just as my heart spasmed in icy rejection, I felt him grab me from behind. His hands went around me not soft and romantically, but forcefully the way I longed for. When he bit my neck I moaned. My skin raced with shivers of delight. I felt I was owned and utterly his. His teeth pulled at my skin, then he licked there.
His mouth was warm and wet. I felt he had turned my bones to liquid. He bit me again, like an animal might when fucking, but my clothes were still on, so were his. This moment was even with clothes one was still so intimate I could barely stand the pleasure of it. The cloth between us didn’t matter at all. Nothing mattered but his mouth on my neck taking me to a place of sweet surrender. I did surrender myself to him. Everything I was I would give to him. Anything he wanted could be his, if only he would demand it. I so wanted him to.
He bit down harder. I realized I was panting now. How long had we been like that? I didn’t know. Why didn’t he just tear my clothes off and take me? How I wanted him to.
His mouth came up to my right ear. His breath blew like a warm gentle wind as he spoke to me.
“Come Francesca.” He bit me again harder still. He growled around my neck flesh while it was caught in his teeth. My knees lost the last of their strength but he held me up as I exploded. Behind my eyes I saw all the colors thrown by the stone in my ring and more. My flesh totally surrendered to him with just those words.
I had fallen into him and he into me. I felt absolutely secure in our descent into one another now. When I first came here I would have been terrified of what this felt like and how it took me over. Now I felt safe and warm in a way I never had before in my whole life.
I was uncomfortable when he wasn’t with me. That night when he left, I hated it, as I always did. I wanted to be with him always. He left without letting me do anything for him. I so wanted to please him. I wanted to touch his skin. I wanted to suck at him. Why he wouldn’t let me I couldn’t understand. He left without taking off my clothes or his. I didn’t like that at all but it was what he insisted on that night.
The next day at the office a man showed up. That had never happened before. It frightened me at first. He explained that he had to get a blood sample so the marriage license could be applied for and processed.
I understood but needles scared me. I tried hard to act unafraid and do as he said. I sat down but I noticed my movements were a bit jerky from the fear. I was determined to make sure I did nothing to stop my miracle. I took several deep breaths and tried to think of something pleasant. He rolled up my sleeve. Putting a rubber tie around my arm just above the elbow he told me to look away, that I was all too happy to do; I certainly didn’t want to watch him work. I made a fist and felt him slide the needle into my vein. He was good. It only took one try.
“Relax your hand now.” He told me.
I took some deep breaths but didn’t look. I didn’t want to see the syringe stuck in my arm. I couldn’t watch the red liquid being drawn from me. I felt sick just thinking about it. I must have sat there for a while and been out of it or something because the phone ringing brought my mind back. I don’t know how long it rang before I finally answered it. I sort of came out of a fog, I guess. As I walked to the phone, I noticed the doctor or whatever he was, had gone. I was alone again, as I usually was.
The next night he surprised me again. When I came in from work my room was filled with flowers and candles. The effect was so romantic it made me giddy. The ambiance seemed magical to me. I felt as though I had almost stepped into a fairyland.
He didn’t touch me as I had become accustomed to before dinner. Instead we moved straight to the table and our meal. I could see something behind his eyes. There was some secret or excitement there. He was so handsome to me now. When we first met I thought he was rugged and nice looking. Now his face, his very presence, was everything to me. I drank him in with my eyes. My mouth twitched up into a grin. I couldn’t stop grinning. I was with Him! My world was perfect at that moment.
I noticed that he had made sure my favorite dishes and wine were on the table. The meal was delicious as they always were here. We savored the meal bite by bite as we savored the time with each other. We didn’t have to talk to fill in the quiet spaces. We were that comfortable with each other.
We finished this particular meal with a sinfully creamy chocolate fondue into which we dipped strawberries, grapes and banana pieces. We enjoyed feeding each other. We kept smiling at one another while we enjoyed the meal. It was very arousing to feed each other these succulent bits of fruit drenched in rich chocolate. I could tell that this was all building to something but I had no idea what.
Once on the couch, he gazed into my eyes as if I were some precious jewel he couldn’t take his eyes off. I could feel my inner voice tell me that things were about to change again. His eyes sparkled in the candlelight. The flowers natural fragrance filled the air with a soft lovely blending of scents that no perfume could ever replicate in it’s full but subtle glory.
On the couch, we did talk, first about my day, then about my dreams. He still didn’t touch me. I wanted him too but he didn’t. I wanted him to hurt me a little. I wanted to please him. I wanted so many things that I thought it would all come tumbling out of me at any minute but I didn’t speak any of that. Instead I answered his questions as fully and honestly as I could then listened to what he had to say with my heart as well as my ears.
“You know I love you don’t you?” He asked me.
I grinned and nodded. My spirit felt such elation that I thought it might pull me apart.
“Yes. I love you too.” I said. My words held a quiet passion that seemed to gather strength and hang in the air between us like a storm waiting to tear the world apart.
He got off the couch. He got down on one knee. Looking into my eyes, he said the words every little girl is taught to dream of.
“Francesca, I love you. Will you marry me?”
I was stunned. The answer was obvious. He was making all of my dreams come true. This man was all I that wanted in this world. More than that, it would end my captivity once and for all. I would never want to leave him, not now, but it would still make me free. I wanted to be free and yet his, at the same time. I was about to attempt to answer when he pulled out a small box.
He opened it to reveal a ring too beautiful for me to ever wish for. The stone was a large heart shaped diamond in an antique setting. It was too large for me, too grand. I swear my mind went blank. It took some time before my brain began to work again.
“Yes! Yes!” I cried as soon as I could speak. This was it! My dreams and salvation all wrapped in one. He was everything I had been told to want by my family and society. I had gotten through all his barriers. I had gotten him to love me!
He would never send me back now! I had really made him happy! I didn’t even notice how my thought patterns had changed. I no longer thought about escape from him. Why would I? I loved him too deeply.
I covered his face in kisses and literally, jumped into his arms. We both went tumbling over. I was on top of him. He was on the carpet. We were both laughing from our shared joy. After we had our fill of laughter and kisses, he got up pulling me with him to the couch again.
I wanted him to take me then. I wanted him to forcefully take me and have his way with me but he didn’t. My body felt like every nerve was primed and waiting, begging to be hurt and soothed for him.
He slipped this grand old ring on my finger. It was a glorious piece but I didn’t need it or any other fabulous thing then. I only wanted and needed him on top of me, inside me. I might have liked some more earrings or for him to get the ones he had given me to pinch and pull at my nipples again but he didn’t seem to want to do that. I still couldn’t ask for such. I just couldn’t.
I would have said yes with no ring or even a cigar band for a ring. I thought again that this was something that must have been in his family for a very long time. I certainly didn’t feel worthy of such magnificence.
I watched him put the ring on my finger, feeling as if he did it in slow motion. The gesture felt so momentous to me. The stone kept catching the light in the room and spinning it into a rainbow of colors from the reflections of the candle flames. I was mesmerized.
Now he began with his verbal dissection of my wishes and perhaps of my soul. We talked wedding plans. We talked about everything a bride and groom would. Then we talked about it more because he would handle nearly all the details as always. He told me he planned for us to be married by the end of the week.
Doing some quick mental math, I figured this would mean by that the time I had been there three and a half weeks, we would be married. I wondered if there were some “out” clause with the place that had captured me. A legal “out” perhaps that covered marriage within the month but I didn’t ask. It seemed pointless to question him about that. Clearly he had made up his mind about me. He wanted me with him forever!
I had to go to the bathroom so I excused myself. When I came back I didn’t immediately see him. My heart sank. I thought he might have left. I hated the idea that he would go without saying anything.
Just as my heart spasmed in icy rejection, I felt him grab me from behind. His hands went around me not soft and romantically, but forcefully the way I longed for. When he bit my neck I moaned. My skin raced with shivers of delight. I felt I was owned and utterly his. His teeth pulled at my skin, then he licked there.
His mouth was warm and wet. I felt he had turned my bones to liquid. He bit me again, like an animal might when fucking, but my clothes were still on, so were his. This moment was even with clothes one was still so intimate I could barely stand the pleasure of it. The cloth between us didn’t matter at all. Nothing mattered but his mouth on my neck taking me to a place of sweet surrender. I did surrender myself to him. Everything I was I would give to him. Anything he wanted could be his, if only he would demand it. I so wanted him to.
He bit down harder. I realized I was panting now. How long had we been like that? I didn’t know. Why didn’t he just tear my clothes off and take me? How I wanted him to.
His mouth came up to my right ear. His breath blew like a warm gentle wind as he spoke to me.
“Come Francesca.” He bit me again harder still. He growled around my neck flesh while it was caught in his teeth. My knees lost the last of their strength but he held me up as I exploded. Behind my eyes I saw all the colors thrown by the stone in my ring and more. My flesh totally surrendered to him with just those words.
I had fallen into him and he into me. I felt absolutely secure in our descent into one another now. When I first came here I would have been terrified of what this felt like and how it took me over. Now I felt safe and warm in a way I never had before in my whole life.
I was uncomfortable when he wasn’t with me. That night when he left, I hated it, as I always did. I wanted to be with him always. He left without letting me do anything for him. I so wanted to please him. I wanted to touch his skin. I wanted to suck at him. Why he wouldn’t let me I couldn’t understand. He left without taking off my clothes or his. I didn’t like that at all but it was what he insisted on that night.
The next day at the office a man showed up. That had never happened before. It frightened me at first. He explained that he had to get a blood sample so the marriage license could be applied for and processed.
I understood but needles scared me. I tried hard to act unafraid and do as he said. I sat down but I noticed my movements were a bit jerky from the fear. I was determined to make sure I did nothing to stop my miracle. I took several deep breaths and tried to think of something pleasant. He rolled up my sleeve. Putting a rubber tie around my arm just above the elbow he told me to look away, that I was all too happy to do; I certainly didn’t want to watch him work. I made a fist and felt him slide the needle into my vein. He was good. It only took one try.
“Relax your hand now.” He told me.
I took some deep breaths but didn’t look. I didn’t want to see the syringe stuck in my arm. I couldn’t watch the red liquid being drawn from me. I felt sick just thinking about it. I must have sat there for a while and been out of it or something because the phone ringing brought my mind back. I don’t know how long it rang before I finally answered it. I sort of came out of a fog, I guess. As I walked to the phone, I noticed the doctor or whatever he was, had gone. I was alone again, as I usually was.