Don't read this chapter!! No don't do it!! Go straight onto the second!
Mwhahaha, it's a naughty chapter, well you've been warned!!!
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He threw her petite body easily across the room, she landed hard in the middle
of the large double bed. He suddenly appeared beside her, she hadn't seen him move,
but he was stood above her, smiling down, casting his gaze along the length of her
body. She was still wearing her dark denim jeans, but her shirt had been torn off, all
that was left was her black silk bra, and her black shoulder holster, there was a holster
for two guns, but only one of them was filled with a 9mm browning. She rolled away
from him, dropping of the bed into a kneeling stance and pulled the gun out the holster,
she aimed it at his head, but he was no longer standing there, she felt him move behind
her and spun around with the gun still pointed in front of her, he grabbed her arm
before she could move the gun into line with his head or heart. He applied pressure to
her wrists and she knew she only had two choices drop the gun or have her arm
crushed, she dropped the gun reluctantly. The man smiled and dropped her wrist only
to catch her hand as it fell, he brushed his lips over it, a shudder ran through her body,
her eyes started to close and she wanted to move closer. She shook her head trying to
shake the feeling away, he laughed and she became angry. Before he could stop her,
she brought her knee up ramming it deep into his groin. He dropped her hand in shock,
as soon as he let go she dropped to the ground grabbing her gun, unfortunately he
recovered before she could get up and he kicked her sharply in the stomach sending her
sprawling backwards. She lay, gasping for breath, giving him time to walk slowly over
to her, when he was stood above her, she began to struggle to sit up. He yanked her to
her feet and again threw her onto the bed. She lay still, the only movement was her
chest rising and falling as she drew ragged breaths. He sat on the top of her legs, and
held her arms above her head, spreading himself along her body so his mouth was
almost touching hers. She stared up at him and began to struggle underneath him, his
groin was pressed into her abdomen, and as she struggled he grew harder.
"Get off me" She whispered hoarsely. He stopped her by pressing his mouth down on
hers, forcing his tongue past her lips, probing her mouth. She struggled harder trying to
raise her body and push him away, he just pressed down harder, her breasts pushing
against his torso. He pulled back and moved both of her hands so he was holding them
with just one of his, leaving his other arm free. He kissed her again, so she could not
protest or scream, he ran his free arm down her neck moving slowly down to her
breasts, massaging them though her silk bra, then moved up to the straps and snapped
them, he jerked the bra off her, she gasped in pain as it bit into her back. His hand
moved back down to her breasts he began massaging them again, pulling softly at her
nipples. Her eyes widened as his hand started to move lower, he came to the top of her
jeans, he slid his hand inside the top of them as far as he could go inside the very tight
jeans, his deft hands undid the zip and his hand slid further into them over her panties,
until his fingers rested between her legs. She moaned as he began to press softly
against her. Then he pulled away from her mouth and lifted himself away from her
body so he could slid the jeans and pants off her, he discarded them at the bottom of
the bed, while he was doing this she had begun screaming, it was only his mouth back
on hers that stopped her. She jerked her head to the side, away from his persistent
kisses, he laughed, and quickly let go of her hand, she felt him get of her and his strong
hands lifting her up turning her over, so she lay on her front, he did this so quickly she
didn't even realise it had happened until he climbed back on top of her.
"Get off me!" She screamed, trying to hit him, but she couldn't manoeuvre her arms
round behind her back. He just laughed.
He tore his shirt off his back and threw it unceremoniously across the room, then he
unfastened his trousers pushing them off himself, he was not wearing any underwear.
She gasped as she felt his hardness pressing into her back.
"Get off me!" She cried again. "Please get off me!"
"Ah, i never thought i would hear you beg, but i will not get off you, you are mine
now." He smiled down at her as she twisted her head round to be able to see him.
"Give me back my guns and we'll see who's begging."
"You had a chance with your guns and you failed, now it's my turn. Scream for me,
beg me to stop."
She buried her head in the pillows, so she wouldn't scream. He laughed at her
stubbornness, and while her head was buried in the pillows he pushed the tip of himself
against her. She gasped into the pillow.
"Scream for me" He repeated as he rammed himself into her. She couldn't help it, she
screamed into the pillow. He pushed himself deeper into her, until he was all the way
in, he pulled himself back out slowly, making her moan. As soon as he was all the way
out, she used her body weight to roll them both over so they were spooning for a brief
second, and both of them realised how good it felt just to lay there, then she pushed
herself away from him, scrambling along the floor until she reached the wall, and stood
up. He just lay on the bed watching her.
"Where you going to run too?" He asked.
"Who said anything about running? i'm going to kill you them walk outta here." She
said defensively.
"You don't even know where here is" He said laughing. "You were unconscious when
we brought you here."
"So?" She asked
He just shrugged. "This building is full of my men, you'll never make it out. Is being
killed really better than being with me?" He asked the last as if he was trying to
convince her.
"Yes!" She spat at him, and went for her gun, when she saw him start moving as well
she dived for it, skidding along the floor, he reached it before her and had it pointed at
her head before she had completely stopped.
"If dieing is your preferred option..." He trailed off letting her figure out the rest.
She looked down the barrel of her own gun and never flinched.
"There are worse things than death" She said softly.
He smiled and threw the gun hard against the wall, it shattered into pieces, and she
gasped, and said angrily "That was my favourite gun!"
He stepped closer to her, and it was then, without the worry of being shot that she
could take in his entire body, his hair was shoulder length, with two braids at the front,
it was the colour of wheat in the sunshine. He was 6ft, 2 inches taller than she was, he
was very muscular, she let her gaze drift down his body and it seemed her body pleased
him very much. She wasn't sure why, she had never seen herself as very pretty, at 5ft 8
she was average height, her blond hair was fading to a mousy brown, and hung wildly
round her head, curling in random places, she was quite slim, and also very fit, which
showed in her physique, her eyes were the one thing she was happy with, they were a
startling ice blue.
He kept moving closer to her, and she backed up until she was trapped between his
body and the wall, she put her hands on his chest trying to push him away, but he was
too strong.
"Beg me" He whispered into her ear, as he pushed himself inside her, he started to
move slowly in and out of her, she didn't scream because she knew it was what he
wanted. He started to speed up, ramming her into the wall, then letting her move back
before he rammed into her again, he kept going, her moans and gasps encouraging him.
He brushed some of her unruly hair out of her face, then kissed her passionately. She did
not try to pull back, his body roughly jerking against her meant he could not keep their
lips pressed together for long, so he released her mouth, and began running his hands
over her breasts squeezing them hard. Her breathing became shallower and faster, she
could feel him tensing getting ready to come, she could also feel her own orgasm
growing, she threw her head back as she came, and felt him release inside her.
Her legs gave way and she collapsed into his arms, he lifted her up into his arms and
carried her over to the bed, he laid her down gently. Her eyes followed him as he
moved round the bed and lay down next to her, his hand played with her hair.
"Now what?" She asked.
He smiled "You want to go again?"
"I never wanted to do it the first time round. I meant will you let me go now?"
"I don't know" He teased "There are so many other things i could do with you. I could
keep you as my prisoner, i could kill you, i could torture you, i could have fun with you.
Why would i let you go?"
She frowned angrily.
"I think i'll keep you here, mine whenever i want you"
She turned away from him, laying on her side. He moved up closer to her so his body
was pressed into her back, she struggled half heartedly, trying to push him away, not
wanting him to know how good it felt just to be held. He held her until eventually she
stopped struggling and just lay there, drifting slowly off to sleep. He watched her for a
few minutes after he was sure she was asleep, then he got up from the bed slowly so
he didn't wake her, he gathered his discarded clothes pulling his jeans on, the shirt
was too ripped to be any use so he left it off. Before he left he pulled the bed sheets up
round the sleeping woman so she would not get cold. Then he left the room quietly.
Mwhahaha, it's a naughty chapter, well you've been warned!!!
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He threw her petite body easily across the room, she landed hard in the middle
of the large double bed. He suddenly appeared beside her, she hadn't seen him move,
but he was stood above her, smiling down, casting his gaze along the length of her
body. She was still wearing her dark denim jeans, but her shirt had been torn off, all
that was left was her black silk bra, and her black shoulder holster, there was a holster
for two guns, but only one of them was filled with a 9mm browning. She rolled away
from him, dropping of the bed into a kneeling stance and pulled the gun out the holster,
she aimed it at his head, but he was no longer standing there, she felt him move behind
her and spun around with the gun still pointed in front of her, he grabbed her arm
before she could move the gun into line with his head or heart. He applied pressure to
her wrists and she knew she only had two choices drop the gun or have her arm
crushed, she dropped the gun reluctantly. The man smiled and dropped her wrist only
to catch her hand as it fell, he brushed his lips over it, a shudder ran through her body,
her eyes started to close and she wanted to move closer. She shook her head trying to
shake the feeling away, he laughed and she became angry. Before he could stop her,
she brought her knee up ramming it deep into his groin. He dropped her hand in shock,
as soon as he let go she dropped to the ground grabbing her gun, unfortunately he
recovered before she could get up and he kicked her sharply in the stomach sending her
sprawling backwards. She lay, gasping for breath, giving him time to walk slowly over
to her, when he was stood above her, she began to struggle to sit up. He yanked her to
her feet and again threw her onto the bed. She lay still, the only movement was her
chest rising and falling as she drew ragged breaths. He sat on the top of her legs, and
held her arms above her head, spreading himself along her body so his mouth was
almost touching hers. She stared up at him and began to struggle underneath him, his
groin was pressed into her abdomen, and as she struggled he grew harder.
"Get off me" She whispered hoarsely. He stopped her by pressing his mouth down on
hers, forcing his tongue past her lips, probing her mouth. She struggled harder trying to
raise her body and push him away, he just pressed down harder, her breasts pushing
against his torso. He pulled back and moved both of her hands so he was holding them
with just one of his, leaving his other arm free. He kissed her again, so she could not
protest or scream, he ran his free arm down her neck moving slowly down to her
breasts, massaging them though her silk bra, then moved up to the straps and snapped
them, he jerked the bra off her, she gasped in pain as it bit into her back. His hand
moved back down to her breasts he began massaging them again, pulling softly at her
nipples. Her eyes widened as his hand started to move lower, he came to the top of her
jeans, he slid his hand inside the top of them as far as he could go inside the very tight
jeans, his deft hands undid the zip and his hand slid further into them over her panties,
until his fingers rested between her legs. She moaned as he began to press softly
against her. Then he pulled away from her mouth and lifted himself away from her
body so he could slid the jeans and pants off her, he discarded them at the bottom of
the bed, while he was doing this she had begun screaming, it was only his mouth back
on hers that stopped her. She jerked her head to the side, away from his persistent
kisses, he laughed, and quickly let go of her hand, she felt him get of her and his strong
hands lifting her up turning her over, so she lay on her front, he did this so quickly she
didn't even realise it had happened until he climbed back on top of her.
"Get off me!" She screamed, trying to hit him, but she couldn't manoeuvre her arms
round behind her back. He just laughed.
He tore his shirt off his back and threw it unceremoniously across the room, then he
unfastened his trousers pushing them off himself, he was not wearing any underwear.
She gasped as she felt his hardness pressing into her back.
"Get off me!" She cried again. "Please get off me!"
"Ah, i never thought i would hear you beg, but i will not get off you, you are mine
now." He smiled down at her as she twisted her head round to be able to see him.
"Give me back my guns and we'll see who's begging."
"You had a chance with your guns and you failed, now it's my turn. Scream for me,
beg me to stop."
She buried her head in the pillows, so she wouldn't scream. He laughed at her
stubbornness, and while her head was buried in the pillows he pushed the tip of himself
against her. She gasped into the pillow.
"Scream for me" He repeated as he rammed himself into her. She couldn't help it, she
screamed into the pillow. He pushed himself deeper into her, until he was all the way
in, he pulled himself back out slowly, making her moan. As soon as he was all the way
out, she used her body weight to roll them both over so they were spooning for a brief
second, and both of them realised how good it felt just to lay there, then she pushed
herself away from him, scrambling along the floor until she reached the wall, and stood
up. He just lay on the bed watching her.
"Where you going to run too?" He asked.
"Who said anything about running? i'm going to kill you them walk outta here." She
said defensively.
"You don't even know where here is" He said laughing. "You were unconscious when
we brought you here."
"So?" She asked
He just shrugged. "This building is full of my men, you'll never make it out. Is being
killed really better than being with me?" He asked the last as if he was trying to
convince her.
"Yes!" She spat at him, and went for her gun, when she saw him start moving as well
she dived for it, skidding along the floor, he reached it before her and had it pointed at
her head before she had completely stopped.
"If dieing is your preferred option..." He trailed off letting her figure out the rest.
She looked down the barrel of her own gun and never flinched.
"There are worse things than death" She said softly.
He smiled and threw the gun hard against the wall, it shattered into pieces, and she
gasped, and said angrily "That was my favourite gun!"
He stepped closer to her, and it was then, without the worry of being shot that she
could take in his entire body, his hair was shoulder length, with two braids at the front,
it was the colour of wheat in the sunshine. He was 6ft, 2 inches taller than she was, he
was very muscular, she let her gaze drift down his body and it seemed her body pleased
him very much. She wasn't sure why, she had never seen herself as very pretty, at 5ft 8
she was average height, her blond hair was fading to a mousy brown, and hung wildly
round her head, curling in random places, she was quite slim, and also very fit, which
showed in her physique, her eyes were the one thing she was happy with, they were a
startling ice blue.
He kept moving closer to her, and she backed up until she was trapped between his
body and the wall, she put her hands on his chest trying to push him away, but he was
too strong.
"Beg me" He whispered into her ear, as he pushed himself inside her, he started to
move slowly in and out of her, she didn't scream because she knew it was what he
wanted. He started to speed up, ramming her into the wall, then letting her move back
before he rammed into her again, he kept going, her moans and gasps encouraging him.
He brushed some of her unruly hair out of her face, then kissed her passionately. She did
not try to pull back, his body roughly jerking against her meant he could not keep their
lips pressed together for long, so he released her mouth, and began running his hands
over her breasts squeezing them hard. Her breathing became shallower and faster, she
could feel him tensing getting ready to come, she could also feel her own orgasm
growing, she threw her head back as she came, and felt him release inside her.
Her legs gave way and she collapsed into his arms, he lifted her up into his arms and
carried her over to the bed, he laid her down gently. Her eyes followed him as he
moved round the bed and lay down next to her, his hand played with her hair.
"Now what?" She asked.
He smiled "You want to go again?"
"I never wanted to do it the first time round. I meant will you let me go now?"
"I don't know" He teased "There are so many other things i could do with you. I could
keep you as my prisoner, i could kill you, i could torture you, i could have fun with you.
Why would i let you go?"
She frowned angrily.
"I think i'll keep you here, mine whenever i want you"
She turned away from him, laying on her side. He moved up closer to her so his body
was pressed into her back, she struggled half heartedly, trying to push him away, not
wanting him to know how good it felt just to be held. He held her until eventually she
stopped struggling and just lay there, drifting slowly off to sleep. He watched her for a
few minutes after he was sure she was asleep, then he got up from the bed slowly so
he didn't wake her, he gathered his discarded clothes pulling his jeans on, the shirt
was too ripped to be any use so he left it off. Before he left he pulled the bed sheets up
round the sleeping woman so she would not get cold. Then he left the room quietly.