Surprise Visit

Elena groans as she comes to on a Spartan single bed, her eyes adjusting in the dim room. Tiny shadows dance on the wall in front of her. She cranes her head to get a look at their source, but only so far. She catches a glimpse of metal collar around her neck, long links of bike chain leading towards a hook in the wall.

So much for getting out of here.

A draft of cold air blows over her, chilling her skin. She darts her eyes across the room, searching for her clothes to no avail. Then it dawns on her. She’s naked. Anyone who wants can walk in here and have their way with her, and she’d have little recourse to defend herself.

The invitation at the office, the party, it was all a setup, and she was the mark. Elena curses her decision to go. She let her greed and ambition get in the way. Now it’s all led to this.

Her ears perk up at the sound of a door creaking. Her heart speeds up at the pitter-patter of footsteps. She attempts to scream, only to have her cries muffled by a cloth in her mouth. She runs her tongue around the silky material in her mouth. A briny aftertaste lingers.

Come. Not just any, hers. Must be her panties then. At least one article of clothing is accounted for.

As the stranger inches closer, hopes of rescue flood her head. The logical side of her says otherwise. She closes her eyes and pretends to be asleep. Maybe then whoever it is will leave her alone.

The footfalls are louder than she would’ve guessed. She bites her lip, thinking happy thoughts. Please let it be someone, anyone other than Ms. Lewis or the limo driver. Please, please, please…

A figure barges through the door. From the outline, Elena can tell it is tall and muscular. No question it’s a man. Question is what kind of man? Gentleman or something else?

The figure steps into the light, his broad shoulders and aristocratic face giving the appearance of a Roman bust rather than a stereotype of a male model. She instantly recognizes him by his short, cropped chestnut hair.

“Seeing as I’m a guest here, Mistress Katye was kind enough to let me in.” Alex Wright’s voice is sniveling, reminding the captive of a cross between a handsome cartoon villain, oozing lust and creepiness.

Without thinking, Elena struggles to break free of her restraints, knowing full well it is useless. She wonders what he’s talking about. Mistress Katye? Sounds like an internet handle on some third rate porno site. Surely this is all part of some elaborate joke for her birthday.

Then she remembers no one at work knows when she was born.

As he comes closer, she catches sight of a strange tattoo of two dragons facing each other on his torso. One black, the other white. Yin and yang. Light and dark.

“Like my tattoo? I got it last year in Tokyo. Think it makes me look edgy? Come on, you can tell me the truth.”

“Mmmmmphhh!”

“Oh, you can’t talk.” Alex slaps his forehead. “I guess I forgot.”

She feels his thick cock brush against her stomach as he straddles her. Normally she’d be turned on by such forceful displays of eroticism. But given the circumstances…

He kisses Elena’s breasts, alternating between left and right. Nipples grow hard as lips make contact with freckled skin. Elena sighs, her makeshift gag muffling the sound as he travels upwards, planting love bites on her neck.

“Enjoying the show?”

Endorphins fill her brain. She doesn’t know whether she’s turned on by his physical touch or if she’s adapting to the situation. All she’s aware of is a sense of euphoria clouding her mind. She’s not getting turned on by this, right?

Right?

“I’m just softening you up for the invasion, babe.”

Alex quickly abandons the foreplay and gets down to work. He works like a piston, his cock pumping in and out of her in a rhythmic fashion. It fills Elena and then some. She does some quick calculations and judging by the girth, it must be at least six inches or so, by rights. Never in a million years would she think she’d use sixth grade math to figure out the length of a stranger’s penis, but the last twenty four hours have been full of surprises.

The tempo of his thrusts pick up. He pushes harder, grinding into her sex forcefully, but not violently. Her eyes widen. The college grad’s no stranger to rough sex with men, but Alex is almost voracious. She wonders if his lovers welcome his advances, or whether they’re chained as she is.

She moans, egging him on even farther. She feels his member tense up. Her breathing grows more ragged, almost orgasmic. She can feel him getting ready to blow. 3..2..1..

He pulls out, exploding his load onto her chest and belly. As he rolls off of her, she takes in a deep breath, her body glistening in sweat and come.

“You’re a good lover.” He commends Elena. “Tell your boss that I’m ready to sign the seven-book deal, with one small caveat. You get to be on loan to me as a **** for the duration of my contract. Sex, chores, you name it. My wish, your command. It’s a challenge, but one which I think you have proven yourself willing to meet.”
As he leaves the room, she breathes in heavily, having no idea what just took place.