Four: Unhinged Prey

SCARLETT

He stroked the sensitive skin of my neck and I bit my lower lip till I tasted blood to keep the moan back in. How could his finger against my skin feel so good, so pleasurable that it made me wonder how it’d feel if he was touching me in other places?

Private places.

“You look so excited,” he continued, his fingers dipping lower and lower till they were grazing my cleavage, “are you that happy about the prospect of living out one of your fantasies.”

Living out one of my fantasies... That sounded wrong, yet so right. It was what I wanted, what I needed. Maybe I thought it’d get to this when he asked me to come here.

That dirty, tainted part of me must have anticipated this.

“I don't know what you’re talking about,” I managed in a strained voice even though my thoughts were already going haywire and my brain was getting turned into mush from the way he was touching my body.

Like he had more control of my body than I'd ever have.

“Ohh, but you do,” his voice sounded like he was mocking me but there was also something dark and velvety in his tone, something utterly sinful, “you know you're excited and eager, your pulse has quickened and your heart is racing faster and it's definitely not out of fear, it's out of excitement.-

- or is this not how you wanted it? To be led into a dark room by a stranger, then tied up to have your boobs played with,” his hand lingered on my chest and I couldn't help it, my heart was beating too erratically that it drowned out other sounds, “and your pussy fingered and eaten.”

“Stop,” I managed, my voice sounding breathless, “this is... It's wrong.”

“It is,” he concurred easily, his tone having a hint of mockery in it, “but that doesn't mean you're not wet for it.”

I sensed his movement before he actually made it and I attempted to push him away but he grabbed my two hands effortlessly in his left hand, and pinned them above my head just as he dragged down my skirt and pants in quick succession.

“This is... This is an assault and oh my God!” my words morphed into a moan when fingers touched my private part, confirming the wetness that he had accused me of, and a chuckle, a dark one that barely had any life escaped from his mouth.

“You’re not only wet, you're soaked and drenched,” he started moving his fingers up and down, eliciting more wetness and spreading them all over and I couldn't help the sharp gasps and breathy moans that were leaving my mouth.

He was looking down at me and even though I couldn’t see his eyes because of the mask he had on, I could sense that he had a dark look on as he stared at me.

“You’re so fucked up in the head, you know? Getting excited and turned on by this, giving yourself freely to a total stranger but guess what? I love unhinged girls like you.”

“I'm not giving myself...” My words trailed into a yelp when he pinched my clit and I wasn't prepared for the intense pleasure that took over my entire body.

“Yeah, that sound and tone. That's the only thing that leaves your mouth whenever we’re together.”

He continued to play with my clit, continued to toy with it as if I were his plaything, each touch and pinch and stroke eliciting loud moans and gasps from me.

It was just clit play, he wasn't even finger fucking me and yet, I was delirious with pleasure, I could feel the tell-tale signs of an impending orgasm, could feel it in the tightness of my lower belly, in the intense clenching of my pussy-hole, in the jelly-ness of my legs that made it seems like they were made of foams, instead of bones.

I was cumming and I could already feel stars exploding behind my eyelids from how explosive the orgasm would be.

He removed his hand and my eyes flew up.

“Remove your dress and get on the bed,” he commanded like I was a mere puppet but despite his harsh tone, I could feel my heart pick up race, I could feel my pulse spiking and my core throbbing at what getting on the bed could be.

But I wasn't going to just follow this stranger’s command blindly even though everything in me wanted to do just that.

“You can't just tell me...”

I didn't get to complete the statement when he picked me up like I weighed nothing and he dumped me on the bed. I started to get up but he was suddenly on me, tearing my clothes off my body in an animalistic and brutal way.

He didn't give me a second to catch up or even breathe because before I could even process what was going on, I was being spread out on the bed, my hands were tied securely to the bedpost, my legs were tied too and a blindfold was placed securely over my eyes.

I was tied up, completely helpless, even blindfolded, and was at the complete mercy of a total stranger. I should be afraid, should be completely scared but I felt free, felt unshackled by the burden of what I was expected to be.

I felt emboldened, felt desired and wanted, and in complete control of my life.

And I wanted more.

“Now,” the soundless voice echoed in the room, “who would have thought the almighty Scarlett Castle would look like this when she's naked, turned on, and tied up?”