"Shhhhh. Its up to you, what happens now. Easy, or hard" His hand rests palm down on her stomach as he whispers, he can feel her tremors. That makes his hardness throb, his cock pressing harder to his jeans, uncomfortable but not unpleasant. Lightly his hand rubs a slow circle on her belly. When his fingertips graze the underside of her breasts she inhales and goes still.
Racing through her mind is a conversation she had months ago with a girlfriend, what to do if youre attacked. Being sexually aroused was not part of the topic. But she was, unquestionably aroused. Biting down on her panties she goes perfectly still in hopes that he wont notice, that he wont continue. Her silence becomes a whimper as his hand glides lower. His touch narrows down to a fingertip exploring where her leg and her body meet, stroking softly, rthymically. The muscles in her thighs quiver even as his touch lightens to the delicate brush of air. Her hips shift upwards before she regains control over herself again. The sound of his deep chuckle brings a wave of embarasment, knowing that he is watching her, knowing that he is aware of her arousal. Confused with her own reaction she presses her legs tightly together. One flick of the rope and her ankle is captured, he pulls until her foot is on the floor. A sharp slap on her inner thigh makes her whimper, and she stops trying to pull away. His warm hand rubs the spot where he slapped her, easing the sting into another sensation, deep warmth inside of her.
"Thats right darlin' be good for me,and it will be good for you too." As his words reach her, his hand slides up her inner thigh stopping to cup her dampness and squeeze lightly. She whimpers again, a sound of confusion and need as his hand releases her. She doesn't want him to release her and that realisation is nearly too much for her. Under the mask of her tshirt, tears roll down her cheeks and she bites hard against the gag in her mouth, tasting the proof of her need. His fingertips trace over her ribs then circle around her breasts, touching so very lightly. Her nipples harden, making her pulse deep inside. When the palms of his hands press down onto her nipples a moan escapes her. The pressure on her breasts eases for a moment then she inhales sharply through her nose as his fingers close around her hard nubs, pinching firmly and tugging upward. A hot feeling goes from her nipples to her center, her body responding to his touch. She arches up as his fingers pull.
"Are you going to be good for me? Or do I need to break your will?' He keeps the tension on her nipples steady as his voice penetrates her mind.
She must fight, she should fight. But she doesnt want to fight and she doesnt understand that. She wants someone to see her, see the need in her, to bring that need out into the open. Her body trembles as the silence lengthens. Abruptly he releases her, blood swelling into her nipples making her throb with wanting.
"Decide love, I can do this either way. Will you be my good slut?"
Almost before he is done speaking she is nodding. Somehow she trusts that he won't really hurt her if she agrees to be good. If she gives him what he wants then maybe things will be ok. How could she fight anyway? Tied, still slightly drunk. Naked. Helpless. Safer to agree than to fight.
