Mixed Emotions

The room appears to grow increasingly small as the large man's figure looms over you portentously. His hazel eyes appraise you with a combination of puzzlement and displeasure. The discharge of heat from his frame washes over your figure, alerting you of his increased rise in emotion. You're well aware his arousal has far from dissipated, despite his obvious dissatisfaction. Biting the inside of your cheek, you feel at odds with your response, noting a strange sensation of intrigue mixed in with your general apprehension.

"Usually women are pleased to be before me." The man states bluntly, his sharp gaze still eyeing you inquisitively. "Especially considering the alternative."

You can't help shuddering slightly at that thought, though you're far from accepting the present option. Remaining silent, you regard the man, carefully reading his expression. It seems as if he's not used to being rejected, perhaps something you might use to your advantage. While you had planned on rejecting his advances regardless; you're certain it would do little benefit, other than the new found knowledge that it might vex him. Turning your face away, you stare at the wall dispassionately, eager to have the entire ordeal over with.

"Do what you will." The sound of your voice seems muffled in your ears as you speak. "However, I can assure you I will not fall under the same category as the aforementioned women."

There is a terse pause before you feel the mattress shift beneath you as the large man's figure presses down closer to yours. The hairs on the back of your neck rise in a coalescence of fear and anticipation. His hot breath rakes across the side of your face before he leans in to speak in your ear.

"We'll see about that."

A small shiver runs down your spine at the sound of his words. Before you can further react his lips are upon yours again. This time, the contact is marginally softer, though the light stubble covering his chin scrapes across your skin as his mouth fervently presses against yours. Just as you're inclined to pull away, his lips moves down to your chin before making their way along your throat. Stiffening in response, you feel your breath catch when his mouth dips below your collarbone. Regaining some sense of dignity, you attempt pulling away only to be stopped by his strong grip. Discomfort spreads across your wrists as your arms are quickly pinned down. His amber eyes flash admonishingly, indicating his disapproval towards your protest. Fearing retaliation, you momentarily cease your struggle, allowing the man to proceed. His warm and unexpectedly pleasurable touch swiftly continues its descent along your décolletage. Turning your gaze to the ceiling in an attempt to distract your thoughts, you find it increasingly difficult as the man's forceful grip comes to contact with your side, tugging the waistband of your skirt down along with it. Warmth begins forming along your cheeks before quickly spreading across your body, a result of the humidity from the enclosed room and discomfiture from the situation as a whole.

His warm breath and touch continue moving across your body as the articles of clothing covering it are removed. On bated breath, you wait as his hands slip further south along your abdomen. The urge to protest building once more when you feel his weight begin to shift. Swiftly closing your eyes, you wait warily as his large form passes over your figure. A moment later your eyes spring open at the sensation of unexpected contact when his slick tongue runs across your inner thigh. The blush on your face deepening, you quickly attempt to sit up and pull away. Unfortunately, your actions are suppressed by the man's vice-like grip. Squirming in a mix of unwanted pleasure and apprehension, you continue struggling against his grasp. His fervid lips eventually drift further inwards before landing on your flushed, slick mound. Gasping in surprise and unpredicted gratification, you're barely able to suppress the moan that threatens to escape your lips. Your body stiffens in response as you feel the leader's tongue work its way along your most sensitive region.

A plethora of thoughts invade your mind as the perplexing feelings of pleasure begin washing through your body. Your fingers clench around the bedding beneath you in a **** attempt to ground yourself, though it's of no use as the hot, sleek touch continues sliding across your flushed skin. Determined not to give the man his satisfaction, you desperately turn your thoughts back to those of fear. After all, you've no idea what he may have in store once he's finished with you. This realization alone is enough to send a shiver of dread down your spine, allowing you a moment's respite from the otherwise satisfying activity. However, as each moment passes without your response, the man appears to grow increasingly ardent. In turn making it quite difficult to maintain your distraction as you feel yourself nearing your precipice. Gripping the sheets tighter, it takes considerable effort to stifle the cry of pleasure that approaches your throat. You wait in uninterrupted silence, fearful that he may have picked up on your body's betrayal. At the very least he ought to be aware of the increased flow of liquid running down your inner thighs.

Seeming to sense something in your attitude has altered, the man raises his head to look over your flushed form. You're certain your face must be crimson red at this point as you feel nearly faint from the heat and embarrassment. The leader's amber gaze studies you thoughtfully for a moment before his brow creases in frustration. Biting the inside of your lip nervously, your own expression slowly turns to one of concern as you watch the man's large figure shift back over your frame. Swallowing anxiously, you slink back in the bed until your back is stopped by the headboard.

"Do you really think to convince me you derived no pleasure from that?" His deep voice is unexpectedly more menacing when spoken at such a low volume.

"No, I'm quite content watching you try to convince yourself that I did." You're surprised to hear yourself quip in response.

It seems your sharp witted tongue is far braver than you currently feel. Quickly snapping your mouth closed, your widened eyes stare at the man fearfully. His brow raises in surprise at your blunt reply before a playful smile tugs at his lips.

"She's quite gutsy." He muses out loud to himself while reaching out to run his course fingers down along your cheek. "I might enjoy that..."

Scoffing, you brusquely turn your head, pulling away from his touch. Any feelings of pleasure your body might derive are nothing in comparison to the anger you feel towards the man speaking as though you're nothing more than an object.

"Fuck you." You mumble under your breath, not daring to look the man in the eye despite your bold words.

The unexpected sound of laughter fills the room following your response. Frowning, you hesitantly glance over to see an amused look on the leader's face, the flash of his smile only adding to his attractiveness. You almost wish he was hideous, as it might make it easier to continue directing your hate towards him. However, to your annoyance you can feel your emotions waver at the sight.

"Is that a promise?" He winks flirtatiously before standing up.

Remaining silent, your frown deepens when the man casually tosses your clothing towards you. Warily, you slowly reach for the garments, certain he'll stop you. You're completely confused when he doesn't and instead allows you to put them back on. Glancing at your now clothed form he shakes his head in dissatisfaction.

"I'll see to it you get something else to wear." You're surprised to hear him inform you before playfully adding. "I'd say my men have no taste, but then again they found you."

Your mouth opens then closes as you fail to think of a fitting reply, your thoughts still muddled in confusion by the man's actions. You instead watch wordlessly as he exits the large room, shutting the vault door behind him. You're too late to react when you hear the lock click into place, confining you in your prison.