stockholm syndrome

CHAPTER TWENTY (xxx)

I felt my cheeks heat up after I spoke. Am I really going to do this, give my virginity to my captor? "Mitchell," I refused to look at him, knowing I'd undoubtedly give myself to him if I did. "Did you really mean that?"

I felt a distant pang of guilt and anxiety, I sighed before slowly nodding my head, trying to keep my focus on something, anything else. I almost wanted him to change my mind; persuade me to back out, tell me that this is a bad idea.

But my body was practically fizzing with the need for him to touch me, to see what he'd been hiding from me all this time. He places his hands on my hips, gently pressing his thumbs into the waistband of my jeans. It remained silent for a minute, the tension feeling suffocatingly thick.

"Look at me, baby." I slowly turned to look at him, our eyes meeting. Sincerity and apprehension in his eyes. He gently placed a hand on the side of my face, his shaking evident as I placed my hand over his. "Are you sure you want to do this, doll? Because you can back out-"

Less than a second passed before I gave my response. "I'm ready. I want to." He sighed before pulling me down to kiss him. He took his chance to gently kiss and bite my neck, before slowly pulling my shirt off to continue leaving scattered marks on my chest.

He held a hand on my back, progressively moving lower with each kiss. Soon enough the worry went away and I let myself fall into it. Then, I moved to stand before slowly removing my jeans, glancing over at him to see a small smirk appear on his face. He pulled me back to him, I watched as his eyes trailed down to my boxers before he made eye contact again.

"You're so fucking beautiful." I felt my face heat up before quickly looking away. He gently turned my head back to look at him, his face having a slight red tint to it. I ran my hands underneath his shirt, biting my lip. "I want to see you." I slowly pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor once it was off.

I slowly ran a hand down his torso. I know I've never seen him without clothes, but I didn't quite expect him to be—hot. He laughed quietly, taking ahold of my wrist and gently kissing the top of my hand. Soon enough, we were rid of all our clothes. He had moved me so that I was laying on the couch under him, he gently moves my leg so that it rested on the top of the couch.

I couldn't help but quietly whine as he pressed two fingers against my entrance, already slicked with lube. "Last time, doll. Do you, or do you not want to do this?" I rolled my eyes, pulling him down to where I could whisper in his ear. "Just fuck me before I change my mind." He laughed before placing a quick kiss on my shoulder. The next thing I knew, he was kissing me as he began to slip his fingers into me.

I gasp at the feeling, pulling away and resting my head on the cushion beneath me. He gently kisses my stomach before taking a exhaling slowly. "This'll only hurt for a moment, dear, but I promise it's worth it." I nod slowly, taking a deep breath before closing my eyes and exhaling. "G-go ahead, sir."

I didn't watch, but I felt him slip his coated fingers into me. The air felt as if it'd been snatched from my lungs, leaving me to arch my back with quick gasps for air.

He gently prepped me until I quit wiggling, he was right. This wasn't so bad after all. There was a certain time when I couldn't help but let out a small moan. "I'm not hurting you, am I?" The concern in his voice was evident, but I was far from hurting as I shook my head.

"N-not at all, p-please keep going." I felt him curl his fingers and add another in. It took a few seconds to catch my breath, the pleasure surging through me. I let out a moan as he replaced his fingers with what I figured was his cock. God, he felt huge. I had to resist the urge to look as he slid into me, leaving me to bite down on my fist to keep from screaming.

He gently grabs my wrists and pulls my hand away from my mouth to pin it against the cushion above my head with one hand "I want to hear you, baby." He leans down and places a kiss to my lips before pulling back. "Do you want me to move?" I bit my lip as I nod again, feeling his grip tighten on my wrists before he began to slowly pump into me.

I cried out in pleasure as he started to thrust into me. Fuck, he is massive. I gave into the urge to watch, immediately letting out a string of curses and moans as I saw my stomach stretch with each of his thrusts.

He pulled out to the head before pushing back in, this time it was more pleasure than pain. I let out a loud moan as he hit a spot in me that covered my vision with stars. I wrapped my legs around him subconsciously, my loud moans breaking through the silence.

I heard him breathily moan as he continued to pound into me. He caught his breath before speaking, "There it is." I heard a groan of pleasure from him, and a small breathy chuckle as he slammed into me a few more times.

My words became incomprehensible as he began to continuously hit my prostate. I was sure there'd be dark, finger shaped bruises on my wrists by morning. "Enjoying yourself, jewel?" A small part of me wanted to say no, but every other part of me was screaming 'yes!'.

My thoughts became spacey and slurred,my moans getting louder and longer as he picked up his speed. "Scott—" He quickly shushed me, letting me lean back so I was against the cushions once again. "I know, baby. You're doing so good." His hand moved from my wrists to wrap around my member.

He quickly began to stroke me, causing me to jerk my hips into the air and scream at the stimulation. I instantly grabbed onto his wrist, whining desperately as his strokes became faster and more aggressive. He slowly leans down by my ear as he tightens his grip on me, practically crushing me in his palm.

He places a kiss on my neck with pleasured groans and huffs, before pressing his lips to my ear. "I want to hear you scream my name when you cum, baby. Let the neighbors know who you belong to." Almost simultaneously, his strokes and thrusts gained speed, I felt breathless and euphoric as my mind was overwhelmed by the amazing feeling of his cock in me as he roughly jerked me off to the speed of his thrusts.

I gasp as my vision burns white, crying out in pleasure as I immediately came all over his chest and arms. But he kept going, thrusting deep into me as he brought himself to his release, filling me with his cum before slowly pulling out.

I lay still for a few minutes, listening to Scott walk around the house before he returns, placing a glass of water on the coffee table before moving me back to my original position—hiking my leg onto the back of the couch and beginning to clean me up.

I heard him sigh once he'd finished, placing the rag he'd used in a bowl on the table before pulling me into his lap. I immediately bury my face in his neck, reveling in the feeling of his hands rubbing my back and the tingling sting he'd left behind.

"You don't regret this, do you?" He asks, gently pressing his lips to my shoulder. I sit up, placing my hands on each side of his face to stare into his eyes. "Not at all, sir." He smiles with a light chuckle before kissing me one more time.