“Open your eyes. Look into mine.” He demanded slowing his movements.

His hand tightened on the back of my neck again.

“Come Francesca.” He growled as his hips again bucked wildly into my face and throat making both bulge. He said to come and just like a switch had been thrown, I came with him. I felt like my body fell apart into nothingness and reformed while he came inside my throat holding me down. His fluid flowed into my mouth, down my throat like the warmest most incredible thing in the world.

He never touched my clit and yet I came. I was stunned by all of this but that one message kept going through my head, while it did, he un-cuffed me. I found I was really crying now. I was so glad that he had come. I was thrilled he had used me for his pleasure. Big sobs were hiccupping out of me. I couldn’t stop them. I hated it too. I had lost all control now.

“I’m sorry.” I sobbed. I needed to reassure him right then.

“I’m fine really.” I tried to choke out.

He just soothed me. He held me tight. Eventually he picked me up and carried me to my room.

When I could calm enough to talk, he asked me about my feelings over the “rape.” I said far more than I should have. I couldn’t hold anything back from him now. Once he knew I was okay he began to kiss me again. He touched me over and over, murmuring how good I’d been.

I honestly felt that I could never be with anyone else but him. I could never love anyone else. We could never be apart again. I was surprised that my throat felt fine now. In fact, I was elated. After dinner, he put me on the bed and began to lick at my ears. He trailed wet kisses all over me. His lips pulling and sucking at my skin were warm and thrilling.

He spent a lot of time on my nipples. At first he was only licking them gently but eventually he was pulling at them with his lips. I was moving my hips involuntarily now under him. His teeth bit at my nipples and all around the breasts.

“Tell me.” He demanded.

“Make me come?” I said again in that tentative way of mine.

He made his way down my stomach and nuzzled between my thighs. This was so dirty and wrong to me. That may have only added to the thrill.

He lapped at my vagina and then pulled at my clit with his teeth. I looked down and saw him staring up at me with my clit between his teeth.

He pulled at it and we both watched while I gasped as it elongated and stretched.

“Do you want me to stop, Francesca?” He asked.

“No!” I moaned.

He chuckled against my flesh sending ripples of vibrations through me.

He sucked hard at my clit, alternating with licking and soft bites until I came. He ran me a bath, shampooing my hair like only a lover could. He tended to me as if I were a small child in his care. I felt so lucky, so loved in these moments. Afterwards he stoked my desire again.

I had lost count of the days but I figured at least two weeks had gone by, maybe more. I wanted him to take everything I had, my virginity most of all. I never wanted to go back to the place I was abducted to but even if I did, I wanted him to be the one who took this from me. In spite of everything I trusted him that much. I loved him. I felt that he loved me too.

I clung to him when he hugged me. My heart was still racing from the orgasm he had given me. I thought to myself how wonderful he was. It occurred to me that though this climax was great. The one in the alley had been stronger by far. I wondered what that said about me. I just couldn’t figure this out.

He moved against me until I ached again. His hands and mouth became all I wanted and all I knew in those moments.

“You are so good.” I whispered as he held me tight. “Thank you for everything!”

“Wait until you see what comes next.” He told me. He said it with a wicked smile. He sealed his words with a final goodnight kiss. Once again he left me breathless and aching for more.