"You're doing it wrong." Jake shook his head at me with a grin. He found it actually entertaining that I was struggling! That wasn't funny.
"Fine then, I give up. YOU do it." I handed the guitar over to him. Jake must have thought he was god's gift. He held the guitar with raised eyebrows.
"What?" I snapped.
"Jessica," Jake sang, teasingly, "I think you're getting a little frustrated."
I stood up and walked across to the other side of his room. I couldn't believe that I had been lumped with him. I mean, bloody hell! If I had to learn a bloody instrument, why couldn't I have been given a better bloody instructor?
I was staring out the window now. I bit my lip in an attempt not to yell at him. So what if I couldn't play? He didn't have to give me that look. You know the one; that cheeky smirk and lifted eyebrow that says, I-can-tell-your-struggling-and-I-think-it's-funny.
"You know what, I should go." I began, " It's getting late and"-
"No." He cut me off with a light tone. As if I had asked a question!
"No?" I turned around in amazement, "what do you mean, "no"?"
He put down the guitar and walked over towards me with ease. My hands were firmly on my hips, my gaze intensely threatening him to either; have a good excuse, or be prepared for my mighty fist.
"No," he repeated. He was now standing before me with a grin, "We're not done here."
Jake reached over to touch my arm, his fingers sliding lightly over the inside of my palm. I couldn't stand it! I couldn't stand that the mere sensuousness of his caress made me shiver slightly. I stepped back in an attempt to hide my reaction. That's when I thumped into the window behind me. My cheeks burned with embarrassment and Jake tried to hide his laugh.
"You don't get told what to do much, do you?" Jake enquired, running a hand through his dark hair.
"That's right. I don't." I spoke quickly out of nerves. I felt as though he was way too close, and he was invading my personal space. Plus he was speaking as though he was in charge, which certainly he shouldn't be. "I'm the next up coming editor of"- he pressed a finger against my lips. I frowned at him for a second, surprised that he- that ANYONE- would shush me in such a manner.
What, he couldn't wait for me to finish a sentence? I thought.
He gave me a curious look and then glanced at the desk of drawers next to his bed. When he looked back at me, it seemed as though he had made a silent decision. This left me to feel uneased and nervous. Especially at that gleam in his dark eyes. He was NOT to be trusted.
"You don't play guitar very well," Jake said as he took hold of my hand. He then walked me over to his bed, lightly pulling me forward, closer. I opened my mouth to protest but he continued on talking before I had the chance. "And you're very proud, arrogant even."
"Arrogant!" I stopped at the side of his bed, feeling insulted, I started, "you think I'm arrogant? I'll have you know that I'm"- I stopped. Jake had placed a hand on my side. Looking at me with a mischievous expression, he wriggled his fingers across the side of my stomach and my ribs. I stifled a laugh and took a quick step aside.
"Ticklish are we?" He grinned and I gave him an annoyed squint.
"NO! I just... it's not appropriate in this particular... I'm not, I mean,"
"Sit down," he took hold of my arm and pulled me to sit on his bed, "now listen to me very carefully, because you're going to do three things for me tonight."
"No way," I shook my head, "I'm about to go home." I moved to stand up, but he placed a hand on my shoulder to keep me down.
"Number one," he spoke firmly, acting as though he were the boss of me! "You're going to lie down on this bed and place your hands above you head. Number two"-
"Wait a minute, what?" I interrupted him. Stunned.
"Look, I'm going to be nice here and explain something to you." he ran a hand up my inner thigh, again my breath caught- my hand raced down to stop him. He grinned once more. "You're a control freak, and you obviously find me very attractive, but wont indulge."
My eyes widened here, at those words. I couldn't believe he had said that. It absolutely wasn't true! Well, not much. Besides, it was obvious what he was up to! It was not me who found him attractive- but the other way around! He looked at me a saw big blue eyes and long blonde hair- and I would not let him have me. No matter how he condemned me. I hoped...
"That's... I mean, that's just not true." I spoke shakily and he raised his eyebrows at me.
"That's a bit of a shaky statement if ever I heard one," he persisted with cheek. Jake was testing me, I just had to be bold for a moment, to prove that I was better than he was.
"Listen Jessica," he placed a hand on my knee, "don't be hurt. I mean, while your talents in music are quite low, I think actually it's cute how you bite your lip when you're concentrating. Now lie down." he instructed.
"I don't... No." I finished firmly.
"Lie down," he spoke again as he placed his large hand on my stomach; lightly pushing me back. I could feel his touch, so gentle yet firm, and very distinct against my thin shirt. It bothered me so.
"No, I really don't think...."-
"Yeah, you're going to lie down now." He glided on top of me, forcing me back onto the bed. I couldn't believe that I just let him do that- but I did. I mean, I only let him do it because he kept telling me to. To shut him up, I was sure. That's why.
"Your shirt is nice," he muttered. Our vision fell to my white shirt, with the small buttons at the front, so easily opened. Jake made me nervous looking at me like this. Especially as he leaned closer and kissed lightly on my cleavage. I felt my nipples harden against the pads of my bra. Suddenly becoming sensitive. Damn.
"Jake, stop"- I moved my arms to push him away but he took hold of them. I gasped at the power of this, but swallowed down, telling myself not to get worked up. I hated this man. Hadn't he just insulted me just moments before? Shouldn't I despise him deeply? Of course I should.
That's when his hands grabbed hold of my wrists, and moved my arms up, above my head. "Stay like that," he whispered, "stay just like that." I watched his expression closely, taken over by the mere initiative of him. Immersed by those deep brown eyes I had thought were weak once before.
So he handcuffed my hands to his bed head. "There we go, that's better." He sat back.
The cuffs were fluffy, which was a comfort, but as I looked up at my poor defenceless hands, I couldn't believe I had just let him do that to me! I looked back at him, feeling the heat that was growing between my legs, and wondered if he had planned this all along.
"Now number two," he stood up and gazed down at me, "you're going to beg me to have sex with you." I saw the gleam in his eye, he was NOT joking.
"What?!" I lifted my head to look up at him, "I will not. I told you I was going home."
"Oh, so you let me hand cuff you to my bed, because you were going home, did you?" He asked teasingly. I knew he was right, but didn't give him the satisfaction of admitting so.
"Now lets see..." Jake said as he leaned over and slid a soft hand over my neck, I could smell the arousing aroma of his aftershave and felt even more overwhelmed by him. I loathed him for that! It's a if he knew exactly how to touch me. He was playing as if I were his toy.
"I'm going to take off your clothes." He moved with a directness and resolve I felt I might not be able to break. I pulled at the cuffs, thinking to stop him, but knew I was powerless to him now. He looked amused at my attempt to stop him, like it was funny! I couldn't believe he found this entire thing humorous!
A chill raced down my spine as his hand moved to unbutton my shirt. This man was going to rape me. Holly crap, I helped this man rape me! Fear took over and I panicked!
"Wait, wait, what are you doing? STOP." I looked up at him pleadingly. My blue eyes looking directly into his deep brown ones.
"You aren't comfortable?" He spoke as he continued to unbutton slowly, taking care to push each button through the tiny holes, one at a time.
"No, I don't want to you rape me!" I pulled at the handcuffs he had placed around my wrists.
"I'm not," he reassured, "I told you, number two. You're going to beg me to have sex with you. Unless that's your definition of rape, I'm not going to rape you." He winked at me; causing butterflies to run through my stomach.
"Oh really, and what if I don't beg?" I protested. He had finished with the buttons and then smiled when he saw the clasp at the front of my bra. He traced over the flowery pattern with one finger, looking very pleased at my position.
"Then," he unhooked them, "you will plead."
Jake lightly stroked up the side of my breasts, until he reached my nipples. He was sitting over me, on my hips, so I couldn't budge. His touch brought about this crazy, torturous feeling that fluttered about my breasts. His skill and precision was nearly too much to bare.
He pinched my nipples lightly, watching my expression for a reaction. I bit my lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction, I wouldn't beg. Not even with this unbearably soft fondling- I couldn't give in. Not even to the warm... hot lips he pressed to my nipples. Oh god, I couldn't take it!
"You're nipples seem to like me," he teased, I could feel myself getting wet and I hated it. This was entirely unfair! I didn't want this. These maddening motions which he used to torment my nipples. He then leaned in to lick one gently. "mmmm, yes they like me very much."
I couldn't help it as my breath quickened. His voice was deeply arousing. I closed my eyes to try and think of something else. ANYTHING else- and then he stopped. Abruptly. I opened my eyes and he looked at me intently. Thinking.
"You know," He reached over to his drawers again. I took this time to catch my breath. Thankful that he had paused. "I know you aren't very... happy at the moment. Although, you're breasts would disagree. I usually like my toys to be happy when I play with them." He had retrieved two more sets of handcuffs and had chained both my feet, legs spread wide, to a separate corners of his bed. I had become too tired to struggle with him.
"So I think I'm going to have to tickle you for a while." He said point blank. Then grinning at my horrored expression, he winked at me AGAIN. I despised that wink.
I felt an ache between my legs at his words. How I had longed for someone to touch me like this! But- NO! Why did it have to be him? Why did it have to be this insensitive, invasive... dark haired moron? I didn't want him to touch me, I didn't... oh but that grin kept teasing me and causing my body to protest that, yes I DID want him to touch me... to touch me there.
I knew too that if he tickled me, I would laugh for a moment, and then moan if he didn't stop in time, I would-
He pulled a pair of scissors out of his drawer and looked down on me.
"What are you doing?" I shivered at the thought of murder. Oh god, I would prefer rape over murder. I WOULD beg for rape if this was what he proposed.
"Oh right, how silly of me," he put down the scissors and then leaned over me with a jet-black silk cloth. He blindfolded me with it, the cool material sliding across my eyelids, leading me to where I would not know the happenings. That's when I heard the scraping of metal, and I started to shake, terrorised by the thought of dying this way.
"Okay, I'm begging now." I began, "pleading even, don't kill me. I'll have sex with you, if you put down the scissors and let me go okay?" I heard a snip, then a deep laugh.
"Not quite the begging I am looking for my dear," he told me, "I'm just going to remove all your clothes that's all."
I felt the cold edge of the metal run slowly up one of my legs. Close behind it came a trail of wet kisses and the tickling scratch of Jake's 5 o'clock shadow. I giggled a little, trying to move away, and he stopped. A moment later he began again, on my other leg, again I giggled.
"Someone has sensitive skin I see," he chuckled with me, "now don't be concerned, but I am going to cut the material that's around that gorgeous pussy of yours, now." He warned me jokingly "Try not to giggle this time."
He slid a finger inside to lift my panties away from my skin. Sneakily he ran his finger up and down, discovering that I had been newly shaved. He turned his hand around and traced more closely to the inside of my slit. He paused just before reaching my most intimate spot and then continued with the snipping.
"Oh!" I exclaimed as the cold handle of the scissors touched the inside of my thigh. Jake licked it better, placing his warm tongue to the spot which had received the cold surprise.
"Mmm," he moaned, "you have no idea how long I've been waiting to taste you Jessica. Did you know that I've been planning this for weeks?"
"No," I spoke quietly. Then realising the opportunity to anger him, and make him let me go, I continued, "why didn't you just ask me out, are you so much of a chicken?"
"A chicken?" Jake sounded amused by the notion. He tugged at my cut clothes so that they would come away from me. I then heard them being dispensed of and tossed onto the floor.
"Yes! A chicken, look at you"- I gasped as I felt him open up my pussy lips and inspect my pink insides, "You're only option is to tie me down and..." I struggled to find the right words here. I could feel his breath close to my tender bud.
"And what Jessica?" He slowly began to massage the area, seeming to know all the most delicate places.
"and... I..." I couldn't concentrate! I was desperate for more, and I needed to get out of there.
"I was going to tickle you now, wasn't I?" Oh God, "but first..."
He moved up again and quite suddenly slid the scissors over each of my sleeves. Shortly, I was exposed. I had no idea what his expression was. There was simply a silence. Then a tingling feeling over my stomach. A soft... soft...
I started to squirm.
"Stop it," I giggled, "wait!" I began laughing loudly as he grabbed at my sides. I could feel him on top of me, it was too much. I couldn't escape, and the torture of it was killing me! I felt him take one of my nipples in his mouth and flick his tongue over it lightly. I felt the vibrations of his voice as his said, "mmmmmm, you are truly delicious."
And of course, stupidly, I started to moan. I couldn't help it. It was over for me now.
"Do you like that?" He came to whisper in my ear, I moaned again, helplessly, "oh, I see, I've found your weakness, haven't I?" He teased me, "Lets see how your sweet underarms take this... shall we?"
"Oh, no pleeeease!" I said, my voice filled with desire. He ran his fingers gently up my sides and then circled around, under my arms. I desperately needed him to stop. I tried to hold my breath, hoping that it would pass soon enough.
His mouth came hot onto mine, a deep kiss, that broke my silence. And then he broke free. He was off me! I could breath again! I heard footsteps as he was walking away, and I could feel the heat relaxing from my body. I was so close to giving in, but I wouldn't go down without a fight!
"I think... you should... untie me now." I spoke breathlessly and then heard him laugh.
"Are you kidding me?" I heard him on the other side of the room, "I've barely even started with you!" I heard a light buzzing, "did you know," he said in a strangely casual voice, "that I had braces when I was younger?"
"No- What?" I was unsure of where this was going, "listen to me, okay, if you let me go, I wont tell anyone. I'll just leave and it'll be over and"-
"Yeah, it's true. My mother insisted I get an electric toothbrush." I heard the buzzing grow louder, so I jiggled the handcuffs once more, in a futile attempt to free myself.
"It was the newest dental gadget." He continued as the strange buzzing sound came closer, "but of course, I never used it. I liked the whole manual tooth treatment, you know, a regular toothbrush."
The end of the bed sunk slightly as he returned. I felt his finger trace the lips of my pussy. Up and back down in one gentle stroke. God make it stop please!
"Someone's a little wet..." He teased again.
"What's that noise?" I changed the subject.
"Oh the buzzing?" He spoke innocently, I heard a click and it stopped. "Well, crazy thing is, I had this powered toothbrush and nothing to do with it."
I could feel him open up my pussy, exposing my clitoris. My breath quickened again. Just slightly. And then I jumped as I felt something with bristles being placed directly on my clit.
"But it turns out that there is one thing I can use it for...." My eyes widened under the blindfold. I knew what he was going to say. Oh no. No, no, no, please let me be wrong. "Are you ready to beg Jessica?" I bit my lip... scared to answer.
"You might want to answer me..." He continued, "you have 3 seconds.... one...." my fists tightened as I prepared for what was coming, "two.... THREE!" He turned the toothbrush on and it vibrated over my clit madly. Only a second passed and my hips pushed forward, closer to the brush... and he pulled away from me. Keeping the brush just close enough to torture me, but not close enough to cause a climax.
"Answer me Jessica..." he warned, "I bet this is feeling really good right now isn't it? You do want more, am I right?"
Oh, desperately I wanted more! Please! But I couldn't say that- I just shook my head. I refused to be won over on this. I refused!
I felt something against the sole of my foot then. With one hand he held the brush against my clit, moving it slightly up and down, driving me INSANE. And with his other hand tickled madly at my feet. I started to giggle.
"Answer me Jessica or else I won't stop," he warned, "I can go on like this for hours..."
"Okay!" I pleaded and laughed and moaned hysterically, "please! Stop!"
"Say it Jessica," he pushed down a little harder on my clit, "You know what I want to hear..."
"Oooh, Fuck me please!" I began to shiver from arousal, my hips moving about, thrusting closer and needing desperately for some release. "I'll let you- Ooooh," He tickled the soles of my feet fast, "No- No, wait- I want... I want you!"
He stopped and then moved quickly up to remove my blindfold. He looked deep into my eyes. Full of passion, full of desire.
"Number three," he began to speak again, "The third thing you'll do for me." He began to play with my nipples lightly, pinching and teasing... playing with that cheeky grin on his face! "for every time I make you moan, you're going to call me master and ask me to fuck you."
"Please don't do that. I can't do this." I felt weakened by him. I was tired all over, and just needed a release, "please, I just need you to..." I blushed a little, embarrassed by what I was asking him.
"Uh-uh," he waved a finger at me, "and if you don't say it, I will tickle you quite severely."
He reached up and undid my chains. I looked at him hopefully, but Jake didn't release my legs from their chains too, only my arms. It was entirely unfair though, that he had only let my arms go free, once they had become so tired- now useless to his attacks.
Jake moved back down between my legs and I closed my eyes. I was desperate for him to disappear and let me go; and of course, that's when the warm tip of his tongue entered my opening, sliding up over that oh-so-sensitive spot. At first it felt calming, soft and sweet; but that only lasted for the moment. Once I heard him groan in the back of his throat, my hips convulsed at the sound! Hungry!
"God you taste better than I imagined," Jake's voice rumbled beneath me. He reached up to play with my breasts once more. It was bad, I knew my clit was swelling beneath the heat and gentle strokes of his tongue. So I grabbed both his hands and pushed them away. It was my only option, I thought.
He looked up at me and shook his head. "my, my Jessica," he circled the opening of my vagina with his finger tip, "that was a risky move. You're in a very vulnerable position here... do you realise this?"
I opened my mouth to respond but then his finger slide deep inside me. He wriggled it until my hips began to thrust desperately once more. "Now let's see what happens," he began again, "when I do this,"- and he used his other hand to stimulate my clit.
"oooooooooh," a moan slipped from my lips, "mmmm, Oh God!" Internally I pleaded that he would make me cum. That he would release my from the tension that was building rapidly inside me.
Jake continued to play like this for a second, but then he raced up to tickle my sides! I laughed uncontrollably, a tear falling down my cheek! I pushed weakly at his arms, to move him away, but he was too strong and too fast for my weakened body now.
"No- please-" I giggled more, "please"-
"You know what you were meant to say Jessica," he smirked, "you know what the rules were."
He reached behind himself, and placed the electric brush back against my clit.
"OH, please not that!" I felt like I was losing my mind! The vibrations, the laughter, the desperate need to orgasm becoming too much- "Master! Please, Fuck me! Ooooh, please fuck me!" I gave in, knowing that there would be no other way.
He dropped the toothbrush and let me go. Removing his pants with ease I felt his hard cock rub against the outside of my pussy. "Oh please," I pleaded now, of my own will, "please do it, I need it now. Don't tease me any more please." I reached out and pulled him in closer, so that he could enter me.
I felt him slide within me; slowly, the friction eased by my wet arousal. I whimpered as his he plunged deeper inside. That's when I noticed that his expression had changed. He looked caring; careful even. Thrusting back and forth in a tender rhythm, he was taking the most care not to break me.
"Jessica," he leaned closer to whisper to me, "You're going to orgasm in a moment, and then you are going to fall asleep." He began to move faster. I opened my legs wider, wanting to feel it all. Wanting him to come closer. Wanting to cum!
"Yes please," I trembled beneath him, my body, now so sensitive to his touch. I shook as he placed a hand on my neck, and brought me closer, with a kiss. His lips so warm, so powerful, he drew me in as he pushed harder and faster inside me. "ooooh, Jake!"
I climaxed in a wondrous wave of breathtaking pleasure! Holding tight to each other's bodies, we exploded, and retuned to be shaking in each other's arms. I didn't understand how we had gotten there. How had this man, whom I hated so, gotten me in such a intimately vulnerable position? Could I still loath him now? Could I despise him still?
Jake rolled off and rested beside me. Then he laughed, only for a second, and turned to look at the expression on my face. I was looking at him intently, trying so desperately to figure out how I felt.
"You're biting your lip; you're thinking about something," he commented knowingly. For a moment, I wondered if perhaps I could even like this man next to me. Perhaps he was something more than what I had considered him to be?
"Well," Jake continued, "none the less, it looks like I have a few more things to teach you besides guitar." He sat up and stretched, "Oooh master Jake," he mocked me, "fuck me now!" Jake laughed.
"What?" I sat up with my mouth open. How DARE he talk to me like that! After everything! He continued to smile, "that's it, I'm getting out of here."
I stood up and went to put my clothes back on. That's when I remembered that the moron had cut them all off- "and," I added, "I demand that you give me some clothes right now!"
Jake raised he eyebrows at me. Slowly, he stood up and walked over to me, again with that same damn grin. I detested that grin once more, and I despised his dark hair too! And his stupidly deep voice! Everything about him- I hated it!
"No," he spoke again, in that same bloody calm voice he had before.
"You can't just say"-
"Look," he cut me off, standing in front of me now, looking me in the eye, "I'm not done with you yet. That was only round one." He traced a finger along my cheek, and then left his hand, gently to rest on my neck. He came closer and kissed me lightly on my lips, and I closed my eyes, welcoming what I now knew to be a warm and tender act.
"Trust me," he whispered, "you're going to want to stick around."
"Fine then, I give up. YOU do it." I handed the guitar over to him. Jake must have thought he was god's gift. He held the guitar with raised eyebrows.
"What?" I snapped.
"Jessica," Jake sang, teasingly, "I think you're getting a little frustrated."
I stood up and walked across to the other side of his room. I couldn't believe that I had been lumped with him. I mean, bloody hell! If I had to learn a bloody instrument, why couldn't I have been given a better bloody instructor?
I was staring out the window now. I bit my lip in an attempt not to yell at him. So what if I couldn't play? He didn't have to give me that look. You know the one; that cheeky smirk and lifted eyebrow that says, I-can-tell-your-struggling-and-I-think-it's-funny.
"You know what, I should go." I began, " It's getting late and"-
"No." He cut me off with a light tone. As if I had asked a question!
"No?" I turned around in amazement, "what do you mean, "no"?"
He put down the guitar and walked over towards me with ease. My hands were firmly on my hips, my gaze intensely threatening him to either; have a good excuse, or be prepared for my mighty fist.
"No," he repeated. He was now standing before me with a grin, "We're not done here."
Jake reached over to touch my arm, his fingers sliding lightly over the inside of my palm. I couldn't stand it! I couldn't stand that the mere sensuousness of his caress made me shiver slightly. I stepped back in an attempt to hide my reaction. That's when I thumped into the window behind me. My cheeks burned with embarrassment and Jake tried to hide his laugh.
"You don't get told what to do much, do you?" Jake enquired, running a hand through his dark hair.
"That's right. I don't." I spoke quickly out of nerves. I felt as though he was way too close, and he was invading my personal space. Plus he was speaking as though he was in charge, which certainly he shouldn't be. "I'm the next up coming editor of"- he pressed a finger against my lips. I frowned at him for a second, surprised that he- that ANYONE- would shush me in such a manner.
What, he couldn't wait for me to finish a sentence? I thought.
He gave me a curious look and then glanced at the desk of drawers next to his bed. When he looked back at me, it seemed as though he had made a silent decision. This left me to feel uneased and nervous. Especially at that gleam in his dark eyes. He was NOT to be trusted.
"You don't play guitar very well," Jake said as he took hold of my hand. He then walked me over to his bed, lightly pulling me forward, closer. I opened my mouth to protest but he continued on talking before I had the chance. "And you're very proud, arrogant even."
"Arrogant!" I stopped at the side of his bed, feeling insulted, I started, "you think I'm arrogant? I'll have you know that I'm"- I stopped. Jake had placed a hand on my side. Looking at me with a mischievous expression, he wriggled his fingers across the side of my stomach and my ribs. I stifled a laugh and took a quick step aside.
"Ticklish are we?" He grinned and I gave him an annoyed squint.
"NO! I just... it's not appropriate in this particular... I'm not, I mean,"
"Sit down," he took hold of my arm and pulled me to sit on his bed, "now listen to me very carefully, because you're going to do three things for me tonight."
"No way," I shook my head, "I'm about to go home." I moved to stand up, but he placed a hand on my shoulder to keep me down.
"Number one," he spoke firmly, acting as though he were the boss of me! "You're going to lie down on this bed and place your hands above you head. Number two"-
"Wait a minute, what?" I interrupted him. Stunned.
"Look, I'm going to be nice here and explain something to you." he ran a hand up my inner thigh, again my breath caught- my hand raced down to stop him. He grinned once more. "You're a control freak, and you obviously find me very attractive, but wont indulge."
My eyes widened here, at those words. I couldn't believe he had said that. It absolutely wasn't true! Well, not much. Besides, it was obvious what he was up to! It was not me who found him attractive- but the other way around! He looked at me a saw big blue eyes and long blonde hair- and I would not let him have me. No matter how he condemned me. I hoped...
"That's... I mean, that's just not true." I spoke shakily and he raised his eyebrows at me.
"That's a bit of a shaky statement if ever I heard one," he persisted with cheek. Jake was testing me, I just had to be bold for a moment, to prove that I was better than he was.
"Listen Jessica," he placed a hand on my knee, "don't be hurt. I mean, while your talents in music are quite low, I think actually it's cute how you bite your lip when you're concentrating. Now lie down." he instructed.
"I don't... No." I finished firmly.
"Lie down," he spoke again as he placed his large hand on my stomach; lightly pushing me back. I could feel his touch, so gentle yet firm, and very distinct against my thin shirt. It bothered me so.
"No, I really don't think...."-
"Yeah, you're going to lie down now." He glided on top of me, forcing me back onto the bed. I couldn't believe that I just let him do that- but I did. I mean, I only let him do it because he kept telling me to. To shut him up, I was sure. That's why.
"Your shirt is nice," he muttered. Our vision fell to my white shirt, with the small buttons at the front, so easily opened. Jake made me nervous looking at me like this. Especially as he leaned closer and kissed lightly on my cleavage. I felt my nipples harden against the pads of my bra. Suddenly becoming sensitive. Damn.
"Jake, stop"- I moved my arms to push him away but he took hold of them. I gasped at the power of this, but swallowed down, telling myself not to get worked up. I hated this man. Hadn't he just insulted me just moments before? Shouldn't I despise him deeply? Of course I should.
That's when his hands grabbed hold of my wrists, and moved my arms up, above my head. "Stay like that," he whispered, "stay just like that." I watched his expression closely, taken over by the mere initiative of him. Immersed by those deep brown eyes I had thought were weak once before.
So he handcuffed my hands to his bed head. "There we go, that's better." He sat back.
The cuffs were fluffy, which was a comfort, but as I looked up at my poor defenceless hands, I couldn't believe I had just let him do that to me! I looked back at him, feeling the heat that was growing between my legs, and wondered if he had planned this all along.
"Now number two," he stood up and gazed down at me, "you're going to beg me to have sex with you." I saw the gleam in his eye, he was NOT joking.
"What?!" I lifted my head to look up at him, "I will not. I told you I was going home."
"Oh, so you let me hand cuff you to my bed, because you were going home, did you?" He asked teasingly. I knew he was right, but didn't give him the satisfaction of admitting so.
"Now lets see..." Jake said as he leaned over and slid a soft hand over my neck, I could smell the arousing aroma of his aftershave and felt even more overwhelmed by him. I loathed him for that! It's a if he knew exactly how to touch me. He was playing as if I were his toy.
"I'm going to take off your clothes." He moved with a directness and resolve I felt I might not be able to break. I pulled at the cuffs, thinking to stop him, but knew I was powerless to him now. He looked amused at my attempt to stop him, like it was funny! I couldn't believe he found this entire thing humorous!
A chill raced down my spine as his hand moved to unbutton my shirt. This man was going to rape me. Holly crap, I helped this man rape me! Fear took over and I panicked!
"Wait, wait, what are you doing? STOP." I looked up at him pleadingly. My blue eyes looking directly into his deep brown ones.
"You aren't comfortable?" He spoke as he continued to unbutton slowly, taking care to push each button through the tiny holes, one at a time.
"No, I don't want to you rape me!" I pulled at the handcuffs he had placed around my wrists.
"I'm not," he reassured, "I told you, number two. You're going to beg me to have sex with you. Unless that's your definition of rape, I'm not going to rape you." He winked at me; causing butterflies to run through my stomach.
"Oh really, and what if I don't beg?" I protested. He had finished with the buttons and then smiled when he saw the clasp at the front of my bra. He traced over the flowery pattern with one finger, looking very pleased at my position.
"Then," he unhooked them, "you will plead."
Jake lightly stroked up the side of my breasts, until he reached my nipples. He was sitting over me, on my hips, so I couldn't budge. His touch brought about this crazy, torturous feeling that fluttered about my breasts. His skill and precision was nearly too much to bare.
He pinched my nipples lightly, watching my expression for a reaction. I bit my lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction, I wouldn't beg. Not even with this unbearably soft fondling- I couldn't give in. Not even to the warm... hot lips he pressed to my nipples. Oh god, I couldn't take it!
"You're nipples seem to like me," he teased, I could feel myself getting wet and I hated it. This was entirely unfair! I didn't want this. These maddening motions which he used to torment my nipples. He then leaned in to lick one gently. "mmmm, yes they like me very much."
I couldn't help it as my breath quickened. His voice was deeply arousing. I closed my eyes to try and think of something else. ANYTHING else- and then he stopped. Abruptly. I opened my eyes and he looked at me intently. Thinking.
"You know," He reached over to his drawers again. I took this time to catch my breath. Thankful that he had paused. "I know you aren't very... happy at the moment. Although, you're breasts would disagree. I usually like my toys to be happy when I play with them." He had retrieved two more sets of handcuffs and had chained both my feet, legs spread wide, to a separate corners of his bed. I had become too tired to struggle with him.
"So I think I'm going to have to tickle you for a while." He said point blank. Then grinning at my horrored expression, he winked at me AGAIN. I despised that wink.
I felt an ache between my legs at his words. How I had longed for someone to touch me like this! But- NO! Why did it have to be him? Why did it have to be this insensitive, invasive... dark haired moron? I didn't want him to touch me, I didn't... oh but that grin kept teasing me and causing my body to protest that, yes I DID want him to touch me... to touch me there.
I knew too that if he tickled me, I would laugh for a moment, and then moan if he didn't stop in time, I would-
He pulled a pair of scissors out of his drawer and looked down on me.
"What are you doing?" I shivered at the thought of murder. Oh god, I would prefer rape over murder. I WOULD beg for rape if this was what he proposed.
"Oh right, how silly of me," he put down the scissors and then leaned over me with a jet-black silk cloth. He blindfolded me with it, the cool material sliding across my eyelids, leading me to where I would not know the happenings. That's when I heard the scraping of metal, and I started to shake, terrorised by the thought of dying this way.
"Okay, I'm begging now." I began, "pleading even, don't kill me. I'll have sex with you, if you put down the scissors and let me go okay?" I heard a snip, then a deep laugh.
"Not quite the begging I am looking for my dear," he told me, "I'm just going to remove all your clothes that's all."
I felt the cold edge of the metal run slowly up one of my legs. Close behind it came a trail of wet kisses and the tickling scratch of Jake's 5 o'clock shadow. I giggled a little, trying to move away, and he stopped. A moment later he began again, on my other leg, again I giggled.
"Someone has sensitive skin I see," he chuckled with me, "now don't be concerned, but I am going to cut the material that's around that gorgeous pussy of yours, now." He warned me jokingly "Try not to giggle this time."
He slid a finger inside to lift my panties away from my skin. Sneakily he ran his finger up and down, discovering that I had been newly shaved. He turned his hand around and traced more closely to the inside of my slit. He paused just before reaching my most intimate spot and then continued with the snipping.
"Oh!" I exclaimed as the cold handle of the scissors touched the inside of my thigh. Jake licked it better, placing his warm tongue to the spot which had received the cold surprise.
"Mmm," he moaned, "you have no idea how long I've been waiting to taste you Jessica. Did you know that I've been planning this for weeks?"
"No," I spoke quietly. Then realising the opportunity to anger him, and make him let me go, I continued, "why didn't you just ask me out, are you so much of a chicken?"
"A chicken?" Jake sounded amused by the notion. He tugged at my cut clothes so that they would come away from me. I then heard them being dispensed of and tossed onto the floor.
"Yes! A chicken, look at you"- I gasped as I felt him open up my pussy lips and inspect my pink insides, "You're only option is to tie me down and..." I struggled to find the right words here. I could feel his breath close to my tender bud.
"And what Jessica?" He slowly began to massage the area, seeming to know all the most delicate places.
"and... I..." I couldn't concentrate! I was desperate for more, and I needed to get out of there.
"I was going to tickle you now, wasn't I?" Oh God, "but first..."
He moved up again and quite suddenly slid the scissors over each of my sleeves. Shortly, I was exposed. I had no idea what his expression was. There was simply a silence. Then a tingling feeling over my stomach. A soft... soft...
I started to squirm.
"Stop it," I giggled, "wait!" I began laughing loudly as he grabbed at my sides. I could feel him on top of me, it was too much. I couldn't escape, and the torture of it was killing me! I felt him take one of my nipples in his mouth and flick his tongue over it lightly. I felt the vibrations of his voice as his said, "mmmmmm, you are truly delicious."
And of course, stupidly, I started to moan. I couldn't help it. It was over for me now.
"Do you like that?" He came to whisper in my ear, I moaned again, helplessly, "oh, I see, I've found your weakness, haven't I?" He teased me, "Lets see how your sweet underarms take this... shall we?"
"Oh, no pleeeease!" I said, my voice filled with desire. He ran his fingers gently up my sides and then circled around, under my arms. I desperately needed him to stop. I tried to hold my breath, hoping that it would pass soon enough.
His mouth came hot onto mine, a deep kiss, that broke my silence. And then he broke free. He was off me! I could breath again! I heard footsteps as he was walking away, and I could feel the heat relaxing from my body. I was so close to giving in, but I wouldn't go down without a fight!
"I think... you should... untie me now." I spoke breathlessly and then heard him laugh.
"Are you kidding me?" I heard him on the other side of the room, "I've barely even started with you!" I heard a light buzzing, "did you know," he said in a strangely casual voice, "that I had braces when I was younger?"
"No- What?" I was unsure of where this was going, "listen to me, okay, if you let me go, I wont tell anyone. I'll just leave and it'll be over and"-
"Yeah, it's true. My mother insisted I get an electric toothbrush." I heard the buzzing grow louder, so I jiggled the handcuffs once more, in a futile attempt to free myself.
"It was the newest dental gadget." He continued as the strange buzzing sound came closer, "but of course, I never used it. I liked the whole manual tooth treatment, you know, a regular toothbrush."
The end of the bed sunk slightly as he returned. I felt his finger trace the lips of my pussy. Up and back down in one gentle stroke. God make it stop please!
"Someone's a little wet..." He teased again.
"What's that noise?" I changed the subject.
"Oh the buzzing?" He spoke innocently, I heard a click and it stopped. "Well, crazy thing is, I had this powered toothbrush and nothing to do with it."
I could feel him open up my pussy, exposing my clitoris. My breath quickened again. Just slightly. And then I jumped as I felt something with bristles being placed directly on my clit.
"But it turns out that there is one thing I can use it for...." My eyes widened under the blindfold. I knew what he was going to say. Oh no. No, no, no, please let me be wrong. "Are you ready to beg Jessica?" I bit my lip... scared to answer.
"You might want to answer me..." He continued, "you have 3 seconds.... one...." my fists tightened as I prepared for what was coming, "two.... THREE!" He turned the toothbrush on and it vibrated over my clit madly. Only a second passed and my hips pushed forward, closer to the brush... and he pulled away from me. Keeping the brush just close enough to torture me, but not close enough to cause a climax.
"Answer me Jessica..." he warned, "I bet this is feeling really good right now isn't it? You do want more, am I right?"
Oh, desperately I wanted more! Please! But I couldn't say that- I just shook my head. I refused to be won over on this. I refused!
I felt something against the sole of my foot then. With one hand he held the brush against my clit, moving it slightly up and down, driving me INSANE. And with his other hand tickled madly at my feet. I started to giggle.
"Answer me Jessica or else I won't stop," he warned, "I can go on like this for hours..."
"Okay!" I pleaded and laughed and moaned hysterically, "please! Stop!"
"Say it Jessica," he pushed down a little harder on my clit, "You know what I want to hear..."
"Oooh, Fuck me please!" I began to shiver from arousal, my hips moving about, thrusting closer and needing desperately for some release. "I'll let you- Ooooh," He tickled the soles of my feet fast, "No- No, wait- I want... I want you!"
He stopped and then moved quickly up to remove my blindfold. He looked deep into my eyes. Full of passion, full of desire.
"Number three," he began to speak again, "The third thing you'll do for me." He began to play with my nipples lightly, pinching and teasing... playing with that cheeky grin on his face! "for every time I make you moan, you're going to call me master and ask me to fuck you."
"Please don't do that. I can't do this." I felt weakened by him. I was tired all over, and just needed a release, "please, I just need you to..." I blushed a little, embarrassed by what I was asking him.
"Uh-uh," he waved a finger at me, "and if you don't say it, I will tickle you quite severely."
He reached up and undid my chains. I looked at him hopefully, but Jake didn't release my legs from their chains too, only my arms. It was entirely unfair though, that he had only let my arms go free, once they had become so tired- now useless to his attacks.
Jake moved back down between my legs and I closed my eyes. I was desperate for him to disappear and let me go; and of course, that's when the warm tip of his tongue entered my opening, sliding up over that oh-so-sensitive spot. At first it felt calming, soft and sweet; but that only lasted for the moment. Once I heard him groan in the back of his throat, my hips convulsed at the sound! Hungry!
"God you taste better than I imagined," Jake's voice rumbled beneath me. He reached up to play with my breasts once more. It was bad, I knew my clit was swelling beneath the heat and gentle strokes of his tongue. So I grabbed both his hands and pushed them away. It was my only option, I thought.
He looked up at me and shook his head. "my, my Jessica," he circled the opening of my vagina with his finger tip, "that was a risky move. You're in a very vulnerable position here... do you realise this?"
I opened my mouth to respond but then his finger slide deep inside me. He wriggled it until my hips began to thrust desperately once more. "Now let's see what happens," he began again, "when I do this,"- and he used his other hand to stimulate my clit.
"oooooooooh," a moan slipped from my lips, "mmmm, Oh God!" Internally I pleaded that he would make me cum. That he would release my from the tension that was building rapidly inside me.
Jake continued to play like this for a second, but then he raced up to tickle my sides! I laughed uncontrollably, a tear falling down my cheek! I pushed weakly at his arms, to move him away, but he was too strong and too fast for my weakened body now.
"No- please-" I giggled more, "please"-
"You know what you were meant to say Jessica," he smirked, "you know what the rules were."
He reached behind himself, and placed the electric brush back against my clit.
"OH, please not that!" I felt like I was losing my mind! The vibrations, the laughter, the desperate need to orgasm becoming too much- "Master! Please, Fuck me! Ooooh, please fuck me!" I gave in, knowing that there would be no other way.
He dropped the toothbrush and let me go. Removing his pants with ease I felt his hard cock rub against the outside of my pussy. "Oh please," I pleaded now, of my own will, "please do it, I need it now. Don't tease me any more please." I reached out and pulled him in closer, so that he could enter me.
I felt him slide within me; slowly, the friction eased by my wet arousal. I whimpered as his he plunged deeper inside. That's when I noticed that his expression had changed. He looked caring; careful even. Thrusting back and forth in a tender rhythm, he was taking the most care not to break me.
"Jessica," he leaned closer to whisper to me, "You're going to orgasm in a moment, and then you are going to fall asleep." He began to move faster. I opened my legs wider, wanting to feel it all. Wanting him to come closer. Wanting to cum!
"Yes please," I trembled beneath him, my body, now so sensitive to his touch. I shook as he placed a hand on my neck, and brought me closer, with a kiss. His lips so warm, so powerful, he drew me in as he pushed harder and faster inside me. "ooooh, Jake!"
I climaxed in a wondrous wave of breathtaking pleasure! Holding tight to each other's bodies, we exploded, and retuned to be shaking in each other's arms. I didn't understand how we had gotten there. How had this man, whom I hated so, gotten me in such a intimately vulnerable position? Could I still loath him now? Could I despise him still?
Jake rolled off and rested beside me. Then he laughed, only for a second, and turned to look at the expression on my face. I was looking at him intently, trying so desperately to figure out how I felt.
"You're biting your lip; you're thinking about something," he commented knowingly. For a moment, I wondered if perhaps I could even like this man next to me. Perhaps he was something more than what I had considered him to be?
"Well," Jake continued, "none the less, it looks like I have a few more things to teach you besides guitar." He sat up and stretched, "Oooh master Jake," he mocked me, "fuck me now!" Jake laughed.
"What?" I sat up with my mouth open. How DARE he talk to me like that! After everything! He continued to smile, "that's it, I'm getting out of here."
I stood up and went to put my clothes back on. That's when I remembered that the moron had cut them all off- "and," I added, "I demand that you give me some clothes right now!"
Jake raised he eyebrows at me. Slowly, he stood up and walked over to me, again with that same damn grin. I detested that grin once more, and I despised his dark hair too! And his stupidly deep voice! Everything about him- I hated it!
"No," he spoke again, in that same bloody calm voice he had before.
"You can't just say"-
"Look," he cut me off, standing in front of me now, looking me in the eye, "I'm not done with you yet. That was only round one." He traced a finger along my cheek, and then left his hand, gently to rest on my neck. He came closer and kissed me lightly on my lips, and I closed my eyes, welcoming what I now knew to be a warm and tender act.
"Trust me," he whispered, "you're going to want to stick around."
