Only when I did so, did his hand quicken on me again.

“What do you want now?” He growled.

My answer came quickly and easier.

“To come.” I was almost begging.

“Say, please.”

“Please!” I gasped.

His hand tightened on the back of my neck reminding me of how a beast might bite when he takes another and fucks them.

“Come Francesca.” He said moving his hand against my clit so fast that I had no choice.

My body quivered inside. I wondered how much he could feel on my skin. To me it felt like every nerve was twitching. Mostly I was lost in my own orgasm.

Afterwards, he held me and told me how good I was. Then he began all over again. He worked me up so much I began to feel like an addict.

I forgot to ask him about so many things I had meant to. This time he had me beg him but refused to let me come. He said it would be better to wait. He took me to the bathroom and slowly pealed off my clothes. Taking off his clothes, we showered together.

Slowly soaping and sharing the warm water, I felt like we were a couple in deeply in love. I was surprised he could make me come even with my clothes on. He just kept surprising me. Being nude with him in the shower made me less self conscious that I would have imagined. We each bathed the other. It was a dance in a way of hands, soap and water. After the shower he combed out my hair.

“You have lovely long hair.” He told me biting the back of my neck a little. He sent chills through me. I was instantly on fire again.

He tucked me in bed touching and kissing me until the fire he had started was a raging conflagration. I dimly noticed the dishes had been removed while we were in the shower.

“Sleep now.” He murmured.

I wanted to bite him. Here he was working me up over and over again. When he had me nearly there he backed off and told me to sleep? When he left I felt bereft. I was surprised to find myself yawning. Before I knew it I was asleep.

The days and nights went on like that for a while. I began to use the work to try to figure out who he was and what he did. It soon became clear to me that the work I was doing was likely only busy work that had been manufactured for me. I thought it had little or no connection to him. That was frustrating but it still showed a lot of caring that he did all of this for me.

This whole time period was frustrating. He made sure of that. Each night I drank a little more in the bar. I found the jukebox was loaded with my favorite songs. The game machines had my favorite games on them too.

During the nights he would make me come once. He started to pinch my nipples and slap at my vagina while he stroked and kissed me. I would have never guessed it but that only made me hotter. I know he could tell it. He always he held onto my neck, and made me look in his eyes while he told me to come. He always used the same words. He always called me Francesca.

Each night he would insist on working me back up but not letting me come again. He would never let me return the favor. Only saying that he knew I would give him everything when the time came. He told me this was the way he wanted it. I couldn’t understand it. I wanted to give back to him.

The dinners were always delicious and beautiful. I rarely could fully enjoy them though because he had me so discombobulated. Sometimes he would tell me to wear more mascara to work. Or he would say a report I wrote wasn’t detailed enough.

Each day and night I walked by abduction alley. I would never again be as oblivious at I had before in my real life, but when nothing happened, I began to relax a little the area.

That is when he finally struck too. It was like he knew just what I was feeling and when I felt it. It happened on the fourth night. I’d had two long island teas that night. I was none too steady on my heals. Before I knew it I was grabbed and pulled into the alley.

“You want this.” He whispered. His face was masked. I was so shocked I wasn’t even sure it was him. He had others in the bar playing along after all. Anyone could be behind that mask. He had told me he would never hurt me. Now he had talked about playing at rape and about spanking me. It wasn’t consistent to my way of thinking.

“No!” I said fighting against him instinctively.

I figured this was it. He was going to take my virginity. He was tired of waiting for me to find the words. There would be no wedding night. There would be no Latin stranger in a bathtub. This was it! I was relieved but frightened.

He pulled me back into the shadows chuckling in such a sinister way. That couldn’t be my man. No, the man who loved me and treated me better than any other ever had couldn’t be sounding like this. He couldn’t do this. He was too nice for this wasn’t he? I was no longer sure.

There was a metal pole there in the alley. He pulled my arms back around it. He clamped cuffs around my wrists. I was caught again in this alley. I hadn’t been restrained like this since my first night here.

“Yes, you do.” He growled.

He slowly pulled my clothes off. I was grateful for the darkness. I felt too exposed there.
He took off my shoes, hose and panties first. Then he took off my shirt. He played with my nipples through my bra until they ached. He walked around behind me and undid the snap. It fell to the ground.

I tried to move away from him at first. I still wasn’t sure it was even him. He left my skirt for last. I don’t know why but he did. When it fell down around my ankles to join my panties and hose I was naked.

Now that I was nude he reached above my head and pulled a cord or pushed a button, I couldn’t see which. This made a hideously bright light go on above me. It spot lighted me as I shook under it’s luminous glare.

I wondered even as I tried to pull my arms out of the cuffs. Even as I tried to get away, I wondered, how he could fuck me in this position? Part of me felt elated that this would finally be done though. Part of me was scared. I kept trying to get away.

My legs were now caught in my clothing. He walked around me looking at me. I tried to make out the color of his eyes but the pupils were so large they only seemed black.

When he was behind me, he put his hands on my bare shoulders and pushed me down. At the time I was trying to kick loose of my clothes. It wasn’t working. I was only getting more tangled. I tried to surge up against his touch but he was stronger than I was.
I kept hoping it was him. I kept hoping we were only play-acting but I couldn’t be sure. He eventually forced me to my knees.

“Stay.” He said to me as if I were a dog or something. He walked around the front of me He began to stroke my body. He knelt down. His hands slowly touched me everywhere.

Eventually I stopped fighting, calming as I became sure it was in fact, him. He stood and undid his pants. His cock was soon uncovered. He pushed it in my face. I hadn’t seen it since other than our showers and he had never let me touch it since that one night.

“Kiss.” He said.

I was a little taken aback. I thought this was supposed to be a rape to take my virginity. This was not what I expected.

I kissed it. It jumped and smacked my face. I recoiled. He stuck it back in my face.

“Lick.”

This was a lot like the night I touched him. The one night he let me help him come. I soon found myself fascinated by what I could make his cock do. All the while I found myself getting more and more excited. I suppose part of that was how he always worked me up again and left me hanging.

Part of it was also that he was finally letting me give back to him. Every instruction he gave I followed. I so enjoyed the feeling of him in my mouth. I loved every involuntary movement he made between my lips. Each growl, each gasp, he made was like music to my ears.

I sucked at him. I rolled his cock in my mouth like you would a savor fine wine. I flicked my tongue on him as he asked me to do. I was soon embarrassed by my own moans.

So this was a blowjob? I’d heard about them of course. I imagined myself a whore as I knelt in that alley and did my best for him.

After a while, I forgot about being spot lit and nude. I might have forgotten I was chained too, except I kept trying to use my hands and the cuffs wouldn’t give me the room. They jangled against the metal pole so loud I’d jump each time.

After a while he told me to just relax my mouth and throat. He began to push into me then. He began to fuck my face. Little by little he got in deeper. At one point I felt his cock enter my throat and gagged. He kept at it. He went at me harder and deeper.

Now I was feeling raped. I found myself fighting for breath. There were times when I gagged so much I thought I would throw up on him. Those times produced tears. I could only think that I must look a wreck now. My mascara which he had told me many times to wear more of at work, must be melting down my face by now, making Goth like tracks of darkness.

I wished this would take the ache from between my legs. An ache began in my jaw but it wasn’t a pleasant one. I wondered how much longer this would go on. I wanted him to come so badly. I wanted him to fuck me so much. This rape of my face was not helping my desire dim. Instead it was only increasing that empty feeling and that constant need.

He got faster still. He was becoming more and more brutal. I was sure I was going to throw up or pass out. I was sure my throat would be bruised the next day.

He was excited though. As I gagged and groaned I became aware this was doing something for him. I felt his cock get just a little bigger. I felt his excitement build. My focus went entirely to that alone. I got lost in his building pleasure. What brought me back to myself was when he grabbed my neck.