"What," he asked roughly, "are you looking at?"
His words seemed to snap his Sara out of some kind of spell, and he nearly groaned. Didn't she realize that she was looking at him like she had just realized his cock had bewitched her? And when she absently licked her lips like she couldn't wait to take his entire length into her mouth—-
"Fuck, Sara. Do you know what you're doing?"
Her dazed gaze lifted to his. "I...I think I'm l-looking at..." Her voice faltered, and she looked at him helplessly.
"At what?" He wanted her to say it. "Tell me."
She squirmed and bit her lip, but in the end the need to obey him still won, and the words came rushing out. "I'm looking at your member!"
His what?
"And t-the member, I mean y-your member looks...it looks like...it wants to...um, get out?"
His mouth clamped shut, and he went as far as gritting his teeth but it was no fucking use. He threw his head back with a laugh, the sound rough and rusty. He should probably be used to getting the unexpected from his Sara, but he wasn't, dammit, and those words of hers had killed him. Kids half her age could use the word 'dick' without feeling embarrassed nowadays, and yet here she was, capable of only describing his cock as his ‘member’.
And she was still staring at it, too, dammit. She was practically eating him up, her Bambi eyes all big and round as she stared at his "member" like it was monstrous and bewitching all at once. She was obviously frightened and unsure, but the way her chest was visibly heaving under her dress also told him she was more than a little turned on. The sight was too much, and even as he struggled for control, he already knew he was fighting a losing battle. The urge to ruin her consumed him—-
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
His Sara let out a shaken cry when his hand suddenly shot out to grasp her hair in a rough and cruel grip. "Why," he heard himself rasp, "don't you be a good girl and let my member out?"
Her eyes widened, and he responded to this by tightening his hold on her hair, just enough to make her wince...and bite her lip. He had hurt her...and it had excited her, and fuck if that didn't mess him up even more.
"Now, Sara."
The snap in his voice made her start, and a moment later she was reaching up to fumble with the button of his jeans. But because her movements were clumsy, he found himself gritting his teeth as her fingers kept accidentally drifting over his cock. By the time she had finally managed to wrestle his zip down, he was almost at the end of his fucking tether, and he was gripping her hair so fucking tightly it brought tears of pain and shameful pleasure to her big, brown eyes.
"Take it out."
Her cheeks flamed at his command, but she did as he ordered, and his eyes squeezed shut as he finally felt her soft fingers wrap around his cock for the very first time.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw that she was still blushing, but she was also staring once again at his cock like it was the most incredible thing ever created.
"I think my member wants to get to know you better, my dove."
The words had its intended effect, with her cheeks turning a deeper shade of red even as her breasts rose and fell even more quickly under her dress.
"Why don't you say hello with your mouth?"
He saw her swallow hard, and he immediately found himself imagining what else she could - and would - swallow.
Fuuuuck!
His grip tightened reflexively on her hair, and she was visibly startled when he began to guide her mouth closer to his cock. She tried resisting at first, but it was no use. He was too damn strong for her, and the way she whimpered told him that his strength both terrified and aroused her.
"P-Please..."
He could see that she meant it, but he didn't give a fuck. The last inch between his cock and her mouth disappeared, and a groan ripped out of his throat as he watched his length slide past her small, pink lips.
Her mouth felt like fucking heaven, and when he shoved his cock all the way in, the way she choked and gagged sounded like heaven, too.
The Unthinkable
Tears burn my eyes as my kidnapper stuffs my mouth with his thick, hard length. I instinctively look up, intending to beg him with my eyes, but the moment our gazes clash, I realize right away I'm too late.
It's my nightmare staring back at me, beautiful, cruel, and savage, and I am instantly terrified...and seduced.
His eyes are almost too pure in its blueness; it really is the same shade as Paul Newman's, and the contrast between his pretty eyes and his obviously-not-pretty plans for me makes my head reel. The way he's staring at me tells me so, so much, and all of it fills me with a shameful mix of terror and excitement as he finally starts to move.