Snared

You can feel the heat from the man, emanating from his body as his large frame looms over you. Swallowing nervously you press your back further against the wall. Your heart pounds against your chest as you continue searching for a way out of this. Unfortunately, it's all too clear there will be no escape this time. What's worse is the growing suspicion that you don't want to escape. The sudden touch of the leader's hand on your arm brings you back to the present.

"You've been running for a long time." He mummers in a deep, almost hoarse tone. "I think you need me as much as I need you."

"What makes you say that?" Your own voice comes out as a slight whisper.

"I told you before, I can protect you." He says reassuringly, his deep baritone threatening to persuade you. "There would be no need to be in constant fear, always on the run, moving from one temporary location to the next. All that I ask in return is that you will be mine."

"I-" Your eyes dart around the room as you try to maintain focus. "I can't agree to that."

You're surprised at your own words, having half expected yourself to fold. It seems some shred of dignity, or more likely stubbornness, remains. You feel fingers dig into your shoulder as the man's grip tightens.

"I didn't want it to come down to this." There seems to be a somewhat genuine hint of disappointment in the leader's tone. "But I can't wait any longer."

Your eyes widen when his other hand grabs your chin and forces you to face him. Your eyes lock with his intense stare and you feel increasingly apprehensive. You're certain that having **** the man to wait this long has only built up his desires. It seems this thought causes you a sudden jolt of excitement. You feel your cheeks redden as you're completely abashed at the idea that you're turned on by this. Typically, the prospect of being taken by **** would be completely unappealing. Yet, you can't deny the rapidly building heat in more than just your face. Regardless, you're still visibly startled when the man swoops forward, capturing your lips against his. The soft gasp that escapes you allows him the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your eyes momentarily drift half closed before you **** them back open. You still aren't ready to show the man any signs of willingness in case he takes that as acceptance of his terms. It doesn't matter what irrational attraction you might have towards your captor, you can't just blindly agree to be his without knowing all that it entailed. For all you knew he'd just replace you the moment another, likely more attractive, woman appeared.

Despite trying to remain alert, you still fail to notice when one of his arms had slips around your waist until it = pulls you closer to him. Blushing again as you feel yourself pressed against his muscular frame, you squirm in slight protest. It seems to do little good as the man begins walking backwards, taking you along with him.

"What are you doing?" You manage to gasp when his lips slide down to the side of your neck.

He scoffs lightly, his warm breath sending goosebumps across your flushed skin. You know his lack of answer means he's aware you know exactly what he's doing. It doesn't stop you from shirking away from him. As you reach the bed, you quickly realize that despite your body's obvious response, you still aren't entirely ready for this. However, now your predicament seems even less escapable. Kessler takes a few steps to the side, facing you away from the bed. As you're **** down onto the mattress, you take one last look at the exit, knowing this is it. You wince slightly as the man's weight momentarily presses down on you before he repositions himself.

"I won't hurt you." He frowns when he sees the look of concern on your face. "I want you to enjoy this too."

Your own brows furrow together before you hastily look away. Given his earlier display when you were first captured, you're certain it will be easy for him to accomplish that. Meaning you'll only have to work all the harder not to let it show. Swallowing dryly, you wait on bated breath for his first move. His touch is gentle as promised, the sensation of his fingers on your skin being oddly soothing. His warmth seems to meld in with your own as his body continues to press against yours. You know you should voice some protest when he begins to remove your clothes. Instead, you close your eyes while trying not to enjoy the feel of his touch. After all, he already knows you're unwilling, making protesting useless. Your only hope is continuing to remain indifferent, though you're sure it won't completely dissuade him. However, it is sure to diminish some of the pleasure.

You quickly realize this task is easier said than done when his warm touch slides between your legs. Squirming in genuine discomfort, you feel a rise of pleasure beginning to build. You hadn't expected your body to become so responsive so rapidly. Biting your lip, you try to think about anything else but the present. You move your thoughts to those of the spy the leader had killed. Who could his accomplices be and how many are there? Are there potentially enough to overthrow him? If so, that would mean Kessler wouldn't be able to hold up his end of his proposed bargain. Not that it mattered as you wouldn't be accepting it. But perhaps if it was amended... You can hardly believe you're even considering striking up any kind of deal with the man that doesn't involve your eventual freedom.

The large wave of pleasure that runs through your body momentarily pulls you away from your thoughts. Your hands quickly grip the covers beneath you as you attempt to move away. In an instant the man's free hand grabs your thigh, keeping you in place. Tensing, you try to ignore the increasing pressure that's built up inside. Biting your tongue now, your eyes squeeze shut as a large orgasm courses through you. By the time it's ended you can taste blood in your mouth. Despite the lack of any verbal acknowledgement of your enjoyment, the man seems satisfied with his actions. The mattress shifts slightly as he moves himself up to above eye level. Glancing down, you see his hands move to the button of his pants and you quickly look away. It seems he really intends to go all the way this time. His large frame shifts over as he removes the garment before returning to his previous position. You can't help glancing down again in a mix of dread and anticipation of what to expect.

Your eyes widen in alarm when you see it's far more than you could have anticipated. Jerking away in surprise, you look up at the man wildly. You see the hint of a smirk on his face when sees your shocked expression. Before you can say anything, his lips are on yours again and one of his knees is pushing your legs further apart. Grabbing at his arms, you try to pull yourself away but it's too late, as he lowers himself on top of you, you feel slight discomfort when his large appendage forces its way inside you.

"Oh!" You can't help exclaiming as your inner walks are stretched.

"Good girl." The leader's voice rumbles in your ear as he slides deeper inside.

His words send a rush of indignation through you and along with unexpected arousal. If you didn't know any better you'd think you actually enjoy his domineering actions.

"That hurt." You reply, referring to his **** penetration.

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it. It helps that you're so wet." His lips tug upwards into another smug smile.

He's unfortunately correct as the initial pain subsides to pleasure You try to reason that anyone this well endowed would have you feeling the same way. However, you know that's not entirely true. You quickly find yourself melting into him, as the chances of you remaining neutral quickly fading. It takes all of your restraint not to main when you feel his lips on your neck. This coupled with the rhythmic thrusts of his hips are more than you can bear. You struggle in vain to keep your body from trembling when it's overtaken by another climax. You realize your hands have never left the leader's arms as they clench around his muscular shoulders. Wincing slightly, you quickly pull them away. Not daring to look at the man, you keep your eyes closed and your head turned. Though he remains silent you can all but sense his smug satisfaction.

Regardless, you know that your reaction was far from his desired one. He likely wants you crying out in pleasure. Reciprocating his actions. Perhaps even begging for his touch. He will be sorely disappointed if he thinks any of those things are actually going to happen. You keep your eyes closed as you hear his rough breath in your ear while he continues his ****. In response, you can feel a small stream of liquid slowly trickle down your inner thighs. Mentally chastising yourself, you try to concentrate on remaining in control. A thin layer of sweat has formed on your bodies, a result of the man's exertion and the humid room. You focus on the beads of precipitation that periodically run down the side of your face. Competing for your attention is one of the man's hands, which is now cupped around your bosom. You feel his thumb gently brushing against your already stiff nipple. Squirming again, you're unsure whether you're trying to get away from his touch or closer to it.

Either way, it only seems to encourage his actions. Between his gentle caress and continued thrusts, it's not long before you're met with another orgasm. Thankfully, once again you're able to keep it moderately discreet. Digging your nails into the palm of your hand helped distract from some of the pleasure. Appearing to grow frustrated with your lack of response, Kessler pulls away and sits up. You're momentarily relieved and disappointed until he grabs your waist, swiftly flipping you over. Before you can try to get up he's positioned himself behind you. An audible exclamation is heard when his large member slips back inside. His hands remain on your hips as he begins moving back and forth. Gripping the covers tightly, you close your eyes. This new position allowing him to penetrate even deeper. It's all you can do not to cry out in pleasure, each thrust only seeing to leave you wanting more.

You can hear the man grunting lightly as his pace increases. Your eyes roll upwards as the pleasure finally catches up with you. Exhaling sharply, you feel yourself engulfed by a staggering orgasm. Your body slumps forward as you revel in the unexpected gratification. A moment later, the man tenses before thrusting forward one last time. Your eyes quickly fly back open as you feel yourself filled with a warm liquid. Rolling off you, the man lets out a deep sigh, Biting your lip again, you swiftly peek an eye open long enough to see the wide grin that has spread over his face.