All I can do is feel, and what I feel now is the heavy aching sensation that has enveloped my breasts, the heightened sensitivity of my nipples, and the sticky moisture that has made my inner folds thick and swollen.
All of this only says one thing—-
Beg.
And so I hear myself choke out, "Please."
My gaze meets my captor's.
"Please suck my tits."
Triumph glitters in his eyes.
"Good girl."
And then he was giving me what I wanted.
What I had begged for.
His hand gripping my swollen flesh hard as his mouth swallowed my nipple whole.
I cried out, and it made him suckle on my nipple harder.
My breast is so small I think he must have half of it in his mouth by now, and I realize this is as close as it might ever get to being devoured.
My breast is inside my kidnapper's mouth.
My nipple is being sucked and licked by my kidnapper.
These are the things I have always fantasized about but never dared to pray for.
Things that are now happening.
And oh God, forgive me, but I love it.
Even though I know it's wrong—-
Even though I know that many factors may be at play here, and that my feelings may be a product of my early exposure to porn or that it might even be Stockholm syndrome already hard at work—-
I am way past the point of caring, and I can no longer deny the truth.
My kidnapper squeezing my breast and suckling my nipple brings me pleasure—-
So, so much please, oh God—-
That when he suddenly lifts his head, and I am consumed with the aching and burning need to have more—-
His gaze locks with mine, and it's then I know.
The restraints were never there to lock me into place.
The restraints were there so that when the right time comes, and it has come because that time is now, Mr. Sinister will be able to drive his point home, and I will be powerless to hide from the truth.
The restraints are there to keep me...from holding on to him.
"You see it now," Mr. Sinister rasps, "don't you?"
Tears rush down my cheeks as I realize what he's waiting for me to say.
"Tell me," he orders.
I shake my head with a sob. "I can't—-"
"Tell me if you want my mouth back on your breast," he growls.
Oh God.
"Tell me!"
The temptation is too much, and the words burst out of me. "You win. You win. I don't want to leave anymore," I cry out. "I just want your mouth on my breast—-aaaaah!"
The cry that comes out of my mouth sounds lewd even to my own ears, but I can't hold it back. I am already drowning in the pleasure of my kidnapper suckling on my nipple, and God, oh God, I never imagined—-
Never imagined a man can suckle this hard.
This rough.
He suckles and suckles so forcefully that a part of me is terrified I'd start to bleed while the other part of me will die if he ever stops, and oh God it's so good—-
Why is it so good when it's wrong?
And when his other hand joins in, tugging my other nipple to give it the same tormenting pleasure—-
The sudden dual points of contact is too much.
Just too, too much.
That in the end, it's inevitable for Mr. Sinister to also own my first orgasm with a man.
The First Night
His Sara was quiet as he reluctantly released her nipple from his mouth, but the dazed look on her face was exquisitely revealing. The look on her face told him that he had pleasured her well.
If fate were to remain in his favor, then he would make sure she'd have that look on her face all fucking day, every fucking day of the week.
A quick press of a button released Sara from her restraints, but she made no move to escape when he bent down to sweep her up in his arms. He could feel her staring at him as he headed for the stairs that would take them back to her room. It meant she had something to say, but because he had a fairly good idea of how his Sara's mind worked, he simply let her be, and it was only when they had reached her room that he heard her taking quick, deep breaths as if preparing to speak.
He lowered her to the edge of the bed, but because it had been built for his size, and she was quite the dainty little thing, he was amused to see that her legs actually ended up dangling a few inches off the carpeted floor.
Pulling away, he crouched down on one knee, and as soon as their gazes met, his Sara cleared her throat quite loudly before blurting out—-
"What happens now?"
Ever the pragmatic planner, his Sara.
It was one of the many things he had learned from stalking her online, and it pleased him to know that being kidnapped hadn't changed this about her.