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Forget Me Not Ch. 01

By: the_reminx



I don't know what it is that draws me to women in uniform. Maybe it's the way that they are cut to make them stand tall and proud. Or perhaps it's what the uniform itself symbolizes. Power. Raw power. I love making powerful people get down on their knees, and love making them beg. That's probably why my ex was a former Canadian Naval officer. She spent her days ordering people around, but inside she needed someone to take control of her and order her around. It is also probably why my current girlfriend is now in the Air Force. She's not an officer, but she works around them every day. I love the way she looks in her uniform. She looks so strong, powerful and sexy, but she also looks vulnerable. Even surrounded by power, one look into her amazingly blue eyes shows you true submission.

Submission. That word is full of power to me. To have someone willing to give up their power and place it in my hands, in order to lead us both to sexual satisfaction is the greatest rush in the universe. Every time I see her nervous little smirk, I know she is mine. As she kneels before me, trembling in a mixture of fear and desire of the unknown, she gives herself to me.

I smile as I go through the gate, flashing them my ID and guest pass. I'm visiting her on base for the weekend. The guard thanks me very politely and waves me through. I drive my dark-blue Ford Escape toward the building where her room is located. Having visited her several times over the past year, I know its location by heart. I have timed my arrival just right, so that I can be waiting at her door when she comes home from work. While she was working, I had been out on the town, picking up a few necessities that I had forgotten at home, since I'm not allowed to stay in her room without her present. I park my vehicle near the doors, and get out. I walk into the building, and over to her doorway to wait.

I'm wearing a pair of black jeans that accent and slim down my slightly wide hips and rear end, a pair of shiny black boots, and my black button up shirt that I know she loves. Over it all I'm wearing my favorite leather jacket. It falls just passed my ass to the tops of my thighs. The best thing about it is that she loves the feel of it, and she knows that when I'm wearing it it's time for a much needed 'recess.' My girl's suitemate exits her own room and comments on my jacket. We exchange some idle chit chat before she heads off in search of something to eat. I continue to wait for her, looking at my watch every few moments. She's late and I'm starting to get angry. When I'm in a tune with my inner dominant self, I tend to get more impatient than normal when I'm forced to wait for something I want.

Finally she came through the door, a fast food bag in hand, talking with one of the males from her squadron. She looked up at me and smiled until her gaze drifted down over the jacket. Her true blue eyes widened slightly as she realized what I was up to. The Airman was still talking away, oblivious that she was no longer listening. Instead her submissive gaze locked onto my eyes only long enough to register my displeasure before looking at her feet. Soon they both stood before me, and the Airman spoke to me in a cheerful tone. I placed a fairly convincing smile on my face so he would be none the wiser of my current mood.

"Hey, I didn't realize you were coming. I was going to treat her to a movie tonight, so you should come too. After all, I hate to break up sisters," he said with a wink. Typical male.

"Actually I'm afraid my sister will have to cancel, and I must decline. She seems to have forgotten that we already have plans for the evening," I said, attempting to look properly bummed out over having to say no. While she is in the military, I'm introduced as her sister who left the family fresh out of high school due to an argument with 'our' father. Only she knew just how furious I was by the way my eyes had become a deep green with a fiery golden starburst around the pupil.

Her voice came out in an almost nervous squeak, "I'm sorry, I told you I thought I had plans."

"Aww, come on," he whined attempting to give us the lonely puppy dog treatment, when all he had done was show just how immature he was. "It will be fun."

"For you perhaps, but my sister and I have some private 'girl things' to discuss," I said.

"Oh," he looked either uncomfortable at the prospect of possibly overhearing one of the female 'unmentionables.' He backed up slightly, "Well in that case I'll catch you later." As he turned down the hallway and walked toward his own room, I leveled my gaze upon her. She gave a soft whimper and I spoke to her in a dangerous whisper.

"Don't. Inside. Now."

"Yes Mistress," she whispered. She shuffled her food bag and managed to get her keys out to unlock the door. On the outside I looked perfectly calm, unless you knew me as intimately as she did. One look at the specific hue of my eyes could tell her how pissed off I really was. She pushed open the door, and once inside, I slammed it shut behind us. I sneered slightly as I watched her jump at the sound. From behind I grasped her by the hair and pulled her head back.

"How dare you, you little slut?" I growled dangerously low into her ear. "On your knees now or you'll be sorry."

I released her hair and she dropped to her knees, kneeling in the proper fashion; legs slightly parted, hands on her thighs, palms facing up, back straight, head up and eyes down. I retrieved her food bag from the floor where she had dropped it when I caught her by her hair, and calmly placed it on her mini fridge. I walked over to my bag which had been sitting by the lounge chair since the night before when I had arrived. I unzipped it and pulled out my leather gloves, setting them on the chair, her chain lead and my braided leather riding crop. I set the lead on top of my gloves for the moment, and laid the crop on the bed, where she could see it. I knew she would already be getting wet from the sight of it. It had been our very first toy, and it remained our favorite to play with. I strode back over before her.

"Where is your collar, whore?" I asked her as I once again pulled her head back savagely with a handful of her hair. She gasped, "It's . . . on my nightstand Mistress."

I released her again and stalked over to her nightstand. There it was, laying between her radio and a stuffed animal. I plucked the thin strip of leather from where it lay and grabbed up her lead on my way back to her. I quickly slipped it around her neck, fastening it and clipped the lead to the small d-ring on the back. I let most of the cold chain rest against her back as I walked around in front of her. I gave it a small yank, almost pulling her from her kneel. She whimpered softly and I growled in response.

"What do you have to say for yourself slut?"

"I'm sorry Mistress. I didn't think you would be back so I went to get some food. I ran into him on my way in and he was insisting he take me to the movies. I kept telling him no, but he was saying he wouldn't take no for an answer. I'm so sorry Mistress," she spoke quickly as panic rose inside her. It had been awhile since she had displeased me in such a way. Tears were sliding down her cheeks as she pleaded with me.

"No, you are right, you don't think slut," I growled, giving another tug to her leash. "Am I not important enough for you to remember huh? Well let's see if you can remember who I am by the time I'm through with you."

"I know who you are Mistress," she cried out to me.

"We will see about that," I said as I stared down at the vision before me. Seeing her kneeling in her dress blues, crying with her collar around her neck made me ache deep within. I could feel myself beginning to tingle with want deep inside my very core. This would be fun, but I needed to focus because she needed to be punished. "Bend across the bed face down. Now."

"Yes Mistress," she said, tears still streaming down her precious face. She stood, and walked gracefully to the bed. She bent down over her, letting her arms rest above her head against the mattress. I grabbed my leather gloves from the chair, and slipped them on, knowing what the feel of leather on her skin did to her. I stepped up behind her, and with my knee I forced her legs to spread open a bit more and pushed her hips a little bit more firmly against the bed to force her perfect little ass in the air. I reached around to the front of her, and unbuckled her dress pants. Though I was being rough, I took care not to damage her uniform. I pulled the pants down and let them fall to her ankles, watching as a thin scrap of black satin waited beneath. I reached up, and didn't hesitate to pull those down as well. I smirked sadistically as I heard the material rip as I pulled hard on them. I left her bare assed to my feasting eyes, as I flipped the slight tail of her light-blue dress shirt up so that it wasn't in the way. I slowly traced two of my leather clad fingertips along her cheeks and carefully up her crack, letting her register the feel of the soft black leather. She shivered, and a moan quieted her tears. She stilled as I picked up the crop, and slowly I followed the same trail with its soft tip. Again she uttered a soft moan.

"Yes my little leather whore, you know what's coming don't you?" I whispered to her in a low sadistic tone. When I didn't receive a response from her other than a light sigh, I pinched her on the ass rather hard. I growled down at her, "What was that slut, I didn't hear you?!"

She jumped with a soft yell at being pinched, "Y-yes Mistress."

"With each blow you will count. You will also remind yourself just who I am. Do not fail me," I raised the crop.

"Yes Mistress."

I brought it down hard enough to cause her to jump slightly. "One, Mistress. You are my Mistress."

I brought it down again, a little hard now, causing a rosy pink color to begin rising in her cheeks. Again she gave a little jump upon the contact. "Two, Mistress. You are my Mistress."

"What else am I to you my little pain slut?" I growled. "Who am I?" I brought the crop down again, the pinkness spreading and beginning to deepen. She gasped, and let out a soft moan at my growl. 

"Three, Mistress. You are my Mistress, you are my Dominant . . ." Between each title I would bring the crop down in steady hard strokes. "Four, Mistress. You are my lover . . . f-five Mistress. You are my girlfriend . . . six, Mistress. And you are my soulmate . . . mmm seven, Mistress."

"Again slut," I whispered raggedly. As she began the mantra once more, I again would hit her after each title was spoken, but harder now. The pink was deepening to almost red, and heat could be felt from the welts. 

"You are my Mistress . . . eight, Mistress. My lover . . . oohhh nine, Mistress. My girlfriend . . . mmm . . . ten, Mistress. And," her breath was getting slightly labored as the line between pain and pleasure was slowly becoming blurred. "My soulmate . . . ooh God eleven, Mistress . . . " We continued the count through twenty-one before I felt she couldn't take much more of the light beating. I decided to finish up this phase of her punishment.

"Pick between one and five," I said roughly. I could see her juices beginning to leak out along her leg. I knew she was rather close just from the beating, considering she wasn't usually a river of come. She took just a moment to catch her breath, and I brought the crop down in warning.

She yelped and gasped out in a moan, "Four please Mistress."

"Harder or the same?" I hissed, running my leather-covered hand over her tender bottom. I could feel slight heat coming from her ass even through the thick leather gloves. "Harder Mistress," she said as she shivered under my touch. I was proud of her for choosing to finish in such a way. Harder she asked, and harder I gave; four clean blows with the crop, making her ass light up as red as Rudolph's nose on Christmas. She moaned, her hips jerking forward against the bed with each hit. Tears were once again streaming down her face. They weren't tears of fear of displeasing her Mistress, no, these were tears of redemption. She felt she had appeased her Mistress, at least for the moment. Little did she know that her punishment was far from over.

Forget Me Not Ch. 02



The cool air felt wonderful after the atmosphere of the club. It smelled fresh and clean. She twirled around once, enjoying the rush of freedom. The hour was late, just an hour shy of midnight, but she didn't want to go home yet. How long had it been since she did just what she wanted, without answering to anyone? Too long, she thought.

There was minimal traffic this time of night. The only noise she heard was when the doors of the club opened. She looked around and realized that all the businesses on the block were closed for the night, and there were only a few people walking around. All of a sudden, she felt the tingling again. This time, much sharper.

"Guess I'd better get my ass home," she mumbled to herself.

She got her keys out of her purse and angled her car key between her fore and middle fingers. As she sighted her car, she quickened her pace. When she reached her car, she did a quick scan around but didn't see anyone threatening. 

Releasing of sigh of relief, she pressed the button to unlock her car door. Just as she was about to open the door, a whoosh of air, and she was suddenly pinned against her car, a solid male body pressed against her back and a hand covering her mouth, her head pinned against his chest.

She tried to struggle, but with his body pinning her against her car, she could barely move. Her left hand was sandwiched between her abdomen and the car, which only left her right arm. She tried to use it as leverage to push away from the car, but he caught her wrist in a vise-like grip. In her terror, she tried to look around for help, but by now, this section of the street was deserted. It was barely light enough to see anything.

"Oh... stupid, stupid," she thought, "I didn't park near a street light."

"There's no one to help you now," he breathed in her ear. "I have been watching you since you walked into the club. Do you know what I want?"

His warm breath sent tingles all the way to her toes. Her breath became shallow and labored. She tried harder to struggle, but soon became aware of something hard pressing against her lower back. It couldn't possibly be a gun, both his hands were occupied. She froze in her movements.

"Oh my God," she thought, "this can't be happening!"

He shifted slightly, and there was enough room for her to move her left hand. By now, it was starting to fall asleep. She pulled her arm out and tried to push away from the car again. His hand left her mouth in order to capture her left hand, and just when she drew in a deep breath to let out a scream, he again pressed her against the car, making her release the breath she had just drawn. Before she knew what had happened, he had tied her wrists together. Before she could draw breath to scream again, he covered her mouth with his hand once more.

"Your mouth can be put to better use," he breathed into her ear again.

He let go of her bound wrists and reached into his pocket for something. Her body's delayed reaction set in. Her knees started shaking. If his body hadn't been pinning her against the car, she would have fallen. He pulled out a handkerchief and proceeded to gag her, tying the ends behind her head. She started struggling harder, but with every move she made, his breath came harder. His cock, which was pressed against her lower back, was growing harder and longer with each struggle.

"Mmm...I hadn't planned on this, but there's a first time for everything," he growled hotly into her ear.

She stopped struggling immediately, as his left hand held on to her tied wrists, his right hand slowly travelled down the underside of her right arm. This was a very sensitive area, and he raised goosebumps in its wake. Her heart beat so fast it felt as if it would beat right out of her chest. He trailed his hand down her side, to her hip, around to her stomach, and up to the top of her neckline. By now her breathing was so erratic, she was feeling light headed. His fingers trailed along the cleavage exposed by the neckline. He lowered his head to her neck and breathed in her scent.

"Mmm... you smell good enough to eat. Are you wet yet?" he breathed against her neck.

"Nnnoo" she mumbled, shaking her head in denial.

He chuckled. Her body flushed in shame. What was wrong with her? How could she be feeling this way? She could feel her panties getting damp. It was wrong! He was going to violate her. Tears gathered and spilled down her face.

He slipped his hand down the front of her dress and cupped her breast. She sucked in a breath and held it, shaking her head and holding very still, hoping he would stop. He gently kneaded her breast, his thumb and forefinger pinching her hardened nipple. Her hips jerked. He chuckled again.

He worked her breast out and exposed it to the cool night air. Her nipple pebbled and her breasts swelled. He started squeezing harder. He rubbed his hard cock against her backside, and she could feel her juices gush into her panties. He moved his hand and tried to take her other breast out, but her dress was too tight. She thought he would stop there, but he used his teeth on her zipper. Now both her breasts were exposed.

"Beautiful," he whispered reverently and nipped her neck.

Her body jerked in surprise. His hand move to her other breast and squeezed it, pinching and pulling on that nipple too. Her hips jerked harder this time. He rubbed his straining cock against her backside again, and she could feel her juices pooling in her crotch. They were both breathing harshly now. 

She knew it was wrong, and she bowed her head in shame; but she couldn't stop her body from responding to his touch. He finally stopped playing with her breasts, but started moving his hand lower. Then started pulling up her dress, exposing her legs, inch by torturous inch. She was wearing thigh high stockings, held up by lacey garters. His cock jerked in reaction.

"Well... prim & proper on the outside, hot and naughty on the inside. Me like... mmm! Hmm... what color are they?" he breathed against her exposed back.

She whimpered and shivered, though not from the cold, since she was too hot now to notice the temperature had dropped. His hand moved up to caress her hips, around to her buttocks, feeling the scrap of lace barely covering them. As his hand squeezed the rounded globes of her tight ass, she could feel his cock stiffening even more. And when he swept his hand down between them, she could feel her juices gushing out of her pussy and flushed in shame.

Shifting, he used his knee to spread her legs. Now he could feel the heat emanating from her pussy and smell her arousal. He growled, as his engorged dick throbbed for release, almost to the point of pain. All he wanted to do was rip her panties away and fuck her till neither of them could stand, but he had learned to control his primal urges.

As his fingers probed closer and closer to her now sopping wet pussy, she couldn't help but tense in anticipation. Her juices drenched his fingers even as they found their way to her very swollen clit. She threw her head back and tried to bite back a moan, as he circled her clit with his thumb, then pressed on it with just enough pressure to have her gasping into her gag. 

His fingers slowly teased open her swollen pussy lips, first the outer, then the inner. As his fingers played with her folds and spread her juices all over her pussy lips and her clit, she couldn't help but buck her hips, feeling his engorged cock digging into her hips. That was all he needed before plunging two of his fingers into her pussy, all the way to the hilt.

Her pussy greedily sucked at his fingers, juices flowed copiously into his hand. He so wanted to taste the sweet nectar flowing out of her, but he knew this was just the beginning. He would have time to do everything he wanted - later. He grinned in anticipation. Pressing his thumb against her clit, he fucked her with his fingers - once, twice, and she came, with the force of a speeding freight train. All the blood rushed to her head, and she thought she would pass out. 

Never had she come so hard and so fast. Before she could catch her breath, he had unzipped his slacks and pulled out his hot, aching cock, plunging it into her sopping wet pussy.

"Aaah," she screamed into her gag. His dick filled her pussy like none other had.

Using his arm to raise her higher, he slammed into her pussy, as far as he could go. All he could think of was how tight and hot it was. Each time he rocked his hips, it tried to suck his dick back. Her pussy was so wet now her juices were flowing and coating his hard dick, sliding down to coat his aching balls. Suddenly, his balls tightened, and he could no longer control himself. He slammed his dick, again and again into her tight channel.

"Gaaahhh!" she screamed into her gag, as she came again, even harder than the first time. Stars burst behind her closed lids. Tears leaked continuously down her cheeks, but she no longer had any rational thoughts.

Her vaginal muscles gripped his cock hard, milking him, making him come harder than he'd ever come. He rammed home once again and hit her cervix. He could feel his cum bursting out of his dick, spraying the walls of her vagina. It was so intense he had to bite her shoulder to keep from shouting his satisfaction.

He pumped harder and harder, until his balls were empty, and he could feel her juices, along with his semen, flowing down his now softening cock. Grunting with satisfaction, he now felt her lay limply, her pulse erratic, and her breath coming in short puffs. Her head lolled to the side. Because of the force of their orgasm and the lack of air from her gag, she had passed out.

He smiled in satisfaction.



Forget Me Not Ch. 03



"Ughh," she moaned groggily as she woke. Her body felt sore but hadn't felt more relaxed in years.

She was lying in a soft bed. It was just a dream, she thought, as she stretched out her arms and legs, not realizing they were already in a stretched position. And as she tried to curl into herself and turn to her side, she found that she couldn't move. 

"Oh my God!" she screamed and tried to sit up, forgetting that she was tied. "It wasn't a dream!"

"Oh no, my dear," purred her captor, "it definitely was not a dream."

His voice came from the foot of the bed, and she tried to raise her head to look but wasn't able to see anything. She let her head fall back on the mattress and stared up at the ceiling. And she saw herself reflected back. Sucking in a breath, she realized the whole ceiling was mirrored. She saw herself naked and tied spread eagled in the center of the bed. Her body flushed in embarrassment. 

Who knew how long he'd been sitting there, watching her sleep? The way she was spread out, from where he was sitting, he had an unobstructed view of her nether regions. Belatedly, she could feel something seeping out of her vagina, and she realized that it was his semen. He hadn't bothered to use a condom.

Oh my God! she thought, He's going to get me pregnant!

All kinds of thoughts ran thru her mind. She might already be pregnant. Who was he? He hadn't exactly hurt her yet, but what did he want?! He could be a sadistic axe murderer, someone with a communicable disease. She started hyperventilating and thrashing on the bed.

"Let me go!" she cried in helpless anger. "Who are you? What do you want? If you want money, let me go and we can arrange something!"

"I don't want your money, Laura," he said softly.

The fact that he'd just said her name didn't register at first. At his statement, she just thrashed harder, pulling at her bonds, making them tighten even more.

"Stop it!" he commanded harshly, "Or I will have to punish you."

That got her attention, and she settled down, willing herself to take deep breaths. He finally got up and walked into her view.

Holy shit! She thought. If he weren't holding me hostage, I'd be wanting to jump his bones. Wait a minute - he already fucked me brainless.

She just stared up at him. He looked to be six feet tall, dark brown hair, and green, green eyes that could melt your bones or freeze you in your tracks. Right now they were dilated in arousal, and she caught her breath. Other than that, she couldn't see the rest of his face. He had a full beard, hiding the rest of his face. 

He was casually dressed in a white T-shirt and jeans that left nothing to the imagination. She could also see the bulge in the front swelling more and more. Her eyes shot back to his face, trying to gauge his thoughts. All she could see were his eyes, burning into hers. His eyes roamed down the length of her naked body.

"Haven't you had your fill of looking?" she asked. "I'm sure you ogled me even while I slept!"

He sat on the edge of the bed, and she tensed, holding her breath. Staring into his eyes, she felt a fleeting memory surface through her mind; but when she tried to hold it, it eluded her. Belatedly, she remembered that he had called her by name. His fingers traced a path down the side of her face.

"I will never have enough of looking at you," he said roughly.

That scared her even more. The way he said it, meant he was planning on keeping her here a long time. Somehow, she had to come up with a plan to get out of this situation. He had said he didn't want her money, so he probably wasn't going to ask for a ransom. He would probably rape her again, but what did he really want?

"How do you know my name?" she asked, before realizing that he had had ample time to go through her purse while she slept.

"I have always known your name," he replied.

"Fine! Then who the hell are you?!" she yelled, trying to struggle free again.

"It'll come to you in time," he replied. "Until then, I suggest you stop struggling. You're only going to succeed in tightening your bonds."

"Arrgh!" she growled and glared at him. Making herself settle down, she realized that what he said was true. She now had less range of motion than when she first woke. Try as she might, she couldn't remember ever seeing this man before, and she had a prodigious memory. He suddenly gripped her chin, making her look away from him.

"Look at the ceiling," he commanded. "If you take your eyes off it, I will punish you. Do you understand?"

Glaring daggers at him, she reluctantly nodded. She didn't want to be restrained any more than she already was. Having no choice but to look at the ceiling, she could see herself, in all her naked glory. It had been a long time since she had seen herself fully naked like this. Unable to stop herself, she looked down the length of her nakedness. She sucked in an angry breath.

"You shaved my pussy!" she screamed, lifting her head. "How dare you!"

No wonder she had felt so exposed. It was a testament to her agitated state that she didn't feel it right away.

"I will do anything I damn well please to you," he responded. "Besides, why would you want to hide such a cute little mound?"

Her eyes found his again and shot daggers at him.

"Did I not tell you to keep your eyes on the ceiling?" he asked. And he slapped the side of her left breast hard enough to make it turn pink.

"Such sensitive skin," he murmured.

She sucked in a breath and settled back down, eyes back to the ceiling. He shifted so he could have better access to her body. She held herself still and watched, as he ran both hands down her stretched arms, down to the undersides of her breasts. His calloused hands left goosebumps in their wake. She could see her areolas rouche her nipples hardening and turning into pebbles, as his hands fondled and squeezed her breasts, first softly, then with more and more aggression. Her traitorous body flushed with arousal.

"Beautiful... I love this color on you," he murmured. "I could keep you like this for always."

She clenched her jaw, and her body tensed, but she couldn't control the jerk, as his thumb and forefinger finally circled her areolas and rolled her nipples. Her hips shot off the bed as his fingers pinched the nipples hard, making them even harder, and her breasts swelled almost to the point of pain. Her heart rate tripled, while she tried to take slow, deep breaths. She could feel her juices pooling in her vagina.

"Mmm... I had to deprive myself of having these for dinner last night," he said, as he lowered his head down to her breast.

He alternated between licking and nipping both breasts, avoiding her nipples, all the while squeezing them, as if he were milking her. Having to watch this was a goad to her desires, and she could no longer control her arousal. Her body was writhing of its own accord, her moans and whimpers increasing in volume.

Her pussy was throbbing. She could feel her pussy lips and her clit swelling, begging for something, anything, to ease the ache. Her pussy was weeping, juices seeping out and running down the crack of her ass, wetting the bed beneath. Finally, he laved her areolas and nipples and slowly sucked one into his hot, moist mouth.

"Aaahhh!" she screamed, her back arching, pushing more breast into his demanding mouth. 

He sucked hard, making her pussy gush. Alternating back and forth between her breasts, he squeezed and fondled and suckled, as if to make her milk flow into his mouth. It went on for what seemed like hours, making her wonder just how much pleasure she could take.

Finally, when her breasts were so sensitive they were almost painful to touch, he started kissing his way down her abdomen. Licking and nipping his way down to her belly button, he kept one hand playing with her breasts, while the other skated down her hips, rounding to squeezed her ass cheek, then continuing down the outside of her thigh and back up the inner.

She couldn't think, couldn't breathe, as she watched the whole thing in the ceiling mirror. Her whole body clenched and released, as his tongue dipped into her belly button, just as his fingers reached the apex of her thighs. Her juices coated his fingers as they probed her labia, circling around her clit. His tongue stabbed at her belly button as his fingers pinched her clit, making her let loose a scream, and she almost convulsed into an orgasm. But he abruptly stopped, moved off her, and left her hanging on the precipe of her release. She sucked in huge gasps of air.

"Why did you stop!" she screamed at him. Her hormones raged and her pussy felt deprived.

"That is just the beginning," he said. "We will continue... when I am ready."

"Aaargghh!" she growled at him.

He just chuckled, which angered her even more. What she didn't know was that it had taken all his willpower to stop. His cock was so hard within the confines of his jeans that he was in pain. Taking it out would certainly soothe his aching cock, but he willed himself to think of something other than wanting to stuff his face between Laura's thighs and eat her cute little pussy. Or the smell of her juices permeating the air, with every breath he took. Finally, his cock softened enough that it didn't hurt to move.



Forget Me Not Ch. 04



As her body cooled and her senses came back to her, Laura saw that even though she wasn't in a position to move around and take stock of anything, she could see everything in the mirror. What she saw wasn't very promising.

The walls were lined with mirrors, and there were what looked to be stations, centered at each wall. To her left was a saddle secured to a pommel horse. At the opposite end of the room, there were two tall posts, from the ceiling to floor, each with a leather cuff dangling at the top and one at the bottom. To her right was a doctor's examining table, complete with stirrups at the foot and manacles at the top. And her imagination went on overdrive. Oh fuck! She thought. What the hell is this place?

"Help!" she screamed. "Somebody, anybody! Please help me!"

"You can scream till you're hoarse," her captor stated. "No one's going to help you. This room is sound proof. I had it built, just for you."

Her fear kicked in, and she started hyperventilating again. Her mind was trying to come up with ways to get free, but so far, nothing seemed possible. There was no escaping, tied as she was. But she would not cry! She would not let him see how scared she was. There had to be a way. And when he least expected it, she would win her freedom.

"You're not going to get away with this. People are going to be looking for me. I'm not a nobody you picked up off the streets."

"I know exactly who you are, Laura," he stated as he came within her vision. "And I did pick you up off the streets." He laughed at his pun. "They will look, but they won't find you until I'm ready for you to be found. I've been planning this for a long time."

Defeated, she closed her eyes and let herself relax back on the bed. He lifted her head and held a glass of water to her lips. She drank a mouthful of water, then spit it in his face.

"For that, you won't get another drink until you've licked up every drop of water and I am dry," he said nonchalantly.

She ground her teeth together and sealed her lips tightly. His eyes flamed and he slapped both her breasts, harder than the first time, leaving his hand print on each of them. Because they were still sensitive from his onslaught just moments before, she had to bite back a gasp of pain.

Setting the glass on the night stand, he used both hands to raise her head and leaned closer, so that her tongue could reach him. She reluctantly stuck out her tongue and proceeded to lick every inch of his face and wherever water had beaded. When she had done a sufficiently thorough job, he raised the glass back to her lips. This time, she swallowed every drop, forgetting how dehydrated she had become since her last sip of martini the night before.

Was it just hours ago? It seemed like days. He put the glass down and retrieved a plate of food. It smelled divine, and her stomach rumbled, reminding her how long ago she had eaten. He looked at her, silently questioning if she was going to do with the food like she did with the water. Knowing that he would find some way to punish her, she shook head. He waited for her to confirm it verbally.

"No, I won't do it again," she said quietly.

Slowly, she ate every morsel of food that he offered. When the food was all consumed, she finally felt the call of nature.

"I need the bathroom," she mumbled.

"What was that?" he asked, even though he knew perfectly well what she needed.

"I need the bathroom," she stated louder.

He released one ankle, then the other, moving to the head of the bed. This is my chance, she thought, lying very still for him to finish. Unfortunately, he was one step ahead of her. He release her left wrist, but the leather strap remained. Swinging that toward her right, he proceeded to lock that manacle to the other one, before releasing her arm. There was no chance to take any kind of swing at him, as he stepped out of her reach. She tried to wriggle of the other side of the bed, but he dragged her back and proceeded to carry her to the bathroom and set her on the toilet.

"You can't possibly expect me to go with you standing there," she huffed.

He just shrugged and stared at her, prepared to wait her out. Oh, the humiliation! Unable to hold it in any longer, she peed. When she was done, he got a wad of toilet paper, spread her legs, and wiped her dry. She cringed in embarrassment, turning beet red.

He turned around and started the bath water, pouring the correct amount of soap. As much as it embarrassed her, she was intrigued by a man who, by all counts looked lean and mean, performing female rituals. When the water reached the level he wanted, he picked her up off the toilet seat and gently lowered her into the bath.

He then proceeded to wash every inch of her, from the top of her head down to the tips of her toes, stopping to linger at her breasts and her cunt. His soapy fingers slid in and out of her now throbbing pussy, and she couldn't help but buck her hips against his fingers. The warm water felt wonderful, as she was a bit sore from his earlier fucking. He worked his way back to her anus, his pinky finger easily slipping into her hole. With a surprised start, she sloshed water all over the bathroom floor.

"I guess no one's been back here yet, huh?" and continued to slide his finger in and out of her ass, stretching her and getting her acclimated to the sensation.

To her surprise, it actually felt good. When his finger rubbed against the wall between her ass and her vagina, her clit throbbed even more. Her vaginal muscles clenched, and she could feel her juices leaking into the bath water. He pulled his pinky out and replaced it with his middle finger, fucking her ass faster and faster, the palm of his hand cupping her pussy, causing her to gyrate against it. Again, just as she was about to find release, he pulled out.

"Gaahh!" she screamed, splashing the water.

He laughed and reached in to pick her up. She thought he would be taking her back to the bed, but instead, laid her on the examining table and secured her bound wrists to a single ring at the top. She watched him warily.

His t-shirt was now all wet, and she could see that he was well-muscled. Not brawny and corded muscles, but lean and buff. His jeans were also wet, and she could see the bulge at the front. She wondered if he was in pain, being restricted like that. She didn't know the half of it.

He moved to the end of the table and put each of her feet into the stirrups. She tried to resist, but he would slap her open pussy. To her surprise, the slap stung, but she could feel herself getting wetter. He finally had both feet locked in the stirrups. She no longer knew if she held her breath in anticipation or in fear of what he was going to do next.

"There's no use trying to resist, Laura," he stated. "I can see how wet your cunt is. Your pussy is just begging to be fucked. Watch the ceiling, Laura."

Such words should have shamed her, but instead, the crude words served to ignite her desire to greater heights. Knowing he would use some form of punishment if she disobeyed, she raised her eyes to the ceiling. She watched as her breasts swelled, and her nipples tightened, her skin now flushed with arousal.

He stood there, watching her pussy, for long minutes, just breathing in the musky sent of her pussy juices. His mouth watered. She tried to close her legs, to no avail. He slapped her pussy. Her juices gushed out. He grabbed the stool and sat down.

"Time for dessert," he growled.

Her pussy gushed again, as she watched him sweep his index finger down her glistening cunt. He brought his finger to his mouth and licked off all her cream. He adjusted the angle of the stirrups and spread her ass cheeks. The table was covered with leather, so it prevented them from hiding her rosebud ass again.

She was so turned on now, that her cream was continuously dripping down and coating her ass. He could see her clit peeking out of its hood. Her labia quivered in the cool air, pink and plump. Now the fun could begin.

He wet his thumb and pressed it to her clit, causing her hips to buck off the table. Then he stuck a finger in her pussy again, bring out more cream. But this time, he rubbed it all over her lips, from her clit down to her anus. She shivered with heat. He took his time playing with her pussy and anus but didn't impale her again. Watching this, her pulse became erratic, her breaths coming in short puffs. Finally, when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, he thrust his tongue into her gaping pussy.

"Gaahh!" she screamed, as her pussy squirted cream into his waiting mouth.

He continued to slurp and suck her hole for everything it could offer him. His tongue delved deeper and deeper, lapping up every drop of cream it could find. By now, she didn't care what he did to her anymore, as long as he would bring her to sweet release. When he plunged his finger deep into her ass while sucking on her clit, she convulsed into orgasm, fireworks exploded behind her lids and her ears rang. She lifted her hips and ground herself onto his mouth and finger, as her body continued to convulse in ecstasy.

Wrung out from two mind-numbing orgasms, she lay limply on the table, just trying to get enough air into her oxygen-starved lungs. He was still licking her pussy juices, trailing his tongue from her ass to her clit and everywhere in between. It was so erotic watching him that her pussy started juicing up again. He looked up and smiled at her, while his eyes bored into hers. Another memory surfaced, but she was too far gone to do anything about it.

"Yumm..." he purred. "Even better than I had expected. This is the best dessert I've had in years."

Even though it made her flush with embarrassment, it also turned her on. Giving her one last thorough lick, he stood up and started unbuttoning his jeans. The moment he opened the fly, his turgid length sprang forward. Her eyes widened in alarm at his size, but she remembered he already fucked her with that huge shaft. It stood straight, curving slightly toward his belly, past his belly button. The head was an angry purple, totally coated with pre-cum. 

She had never eaten cock before, but what she saw made her mouth water. She wondered what he would taste like. He looked at her cunt, and her pussy was pooling with juice again. His dick jerked in anticipation.

Seeing that Laura's eyes were glued to the mirror, watching his every move, he took a hold of his shaft and pumped a few times. He could hear the change in her breathing, knowing she was as turned on as he was. More pre-cum gathered at the head. She licked her dry lips.

He turned and walked toward the night stand. Taking out what he needed, he walked back to her side. She watched as his cock bobbed while walking, all the while wondering what he was going to do next.

"Keep your eyes on the ceiling," he commanded.

She watched as he attached little clamps to her turgid nipples.

"Ohhh..." she moaned, caught between pleasure and pain.

She could feel her juices flowing out of her pussy once more. Her breath came in short pants. He went back between her legs. This time, he attached a smaller clamp to her throbbing clit.

"Aaahh!" she cried, her hips bucking.

Next, he took what looked to be a smaller version of a dildo and inserted it into her sopping wet pussy, coating it with cream. She couldn't help but moan at the coolness of it dousing the heat of her pussy. When it was coated to his satisfaction, he rubbed it lower and lower, and slowly inserted it into her virgin ass. It slipped in easily, since her ass was already coated with her own juices.

"Oh God..." she moaned, as she watched him fuck her ass with the dildo.

Laura had never trusted anyone enough to let them fuck her ass before, but this felt good. Especially when it would rub against the wall between her pussy and ass. He fucked her ass hard with it, sometimes plunging it all the way to the base before pulling back out, again and again, until she felt another orgasm pushing upon her. Then he left it in her ass while using two of his fingers to fuck her pussy, and one hand pumping his pulsing cock. He looked up and caught her eye.

"This time, you will not come until I tell you to," he told her. "If you do, I will severely punish you."

She gulped, wondering what punishment he had in mind, should she fail to obey. She whimpered when he used his cock to rub against her wet hole. He teased her opening over and over, until she thought she would lose her mind. Too many sensations, she thought. Her nipples intermittently sent waves of pleasure to her clitoris, making her pussy create more cream. Each time he teased her pussy by inserting just the head, more juice gushed out.

"Please..." she moaned.

"Please, what?"

"Please, put it in."

"Put what in? And where? You need to tell me exactly what you want, Laura."

Laura just couldn't bring herself to say what she needed. She'd never talked dirty before. But he just kept rubbing with more and more pressure, until she thought she would implode from the sensations bombarding her.

"Please! Fuck my pussy with your dick!" she yelled.

He immediately plunged his throbbing cock into her sopping wet pussy, burying himself to the hilt. The head of his cock slammed into her cervix.

"Nooo!" she cried out, afraid of what his punishment would be, since she couldn't obey his directive.

Her pussy spasmed over and over. The heat of her release triggered his own climax. Grabbing hold of her hips, he pounded into her tight pussy over and over again, as his cum exploded from his dick and once more coated the walls of her vagina. The slapping of his balls against the dildo drove it deeper into her ass, and she exploded with another orgasm so intense, she blacked out again.



Forget Me Not Ch. 05



When Laura woke, she was again laid out and tied to the bed. This time, he hadn't restrained her legs. Cautiously looking around, she couldn't see or feel his presence in the room. She released a sigh of relief. 

His presence was too distracting. All thoughts flew out the window when he asserted his dominance and touched her. She couldn't escape if she was tied up all the time. She had to figure out how he came and went from the room. She had to act subdued and accepting of her situation so that he would let down his guard. Maybe even stop restraining her all the time.

Her stomach growled in hunger. All this sex was giving her a big appetite. She'd had more orgasms in the last twenty four hours than she'd had in years. Just thinking about the things he'd done to her made her nipples tighten and her clit throb. 

He was turning her into a sex maniac! One more reason she had to escape. A few more days of this, and she might not remember her own name, without him telling her. She'd never peaked so hard or so fast in years. Not since her first time with - she sucked in a breath.

No, it couldn't be. Her captor could not be Dalton. An image surfaced in her memory. Green eyes staring into her soul, before kissing her and sinking his phallus into her virgin pussy. He had made love to her like she was the most precious thing. 

This hard and demanding man could not be her Dalton, she denied. Dalton was long out of her life. He had shattered her heart and never looked back. Why would he be back now? She had to figure out a way to get to the truth. If she blatantly accused him and he wasn't Dalton, she was afraid of what he would do to her. He had planned a long time for this, he had told her. Just how long had he planned? She hadn't seen or heard from Dalton in over ten years.

While she had been having an internal debate with herself, he had come back into the room. He wheeled in a cart containing her dinner. Obviously, he had cleaned up, now sporting a black t-shirt and black sweats. Now that she had a name to work with, her memories came rushing back.

She remembered that Dalton had had dense brown hair and green, green eyes. He had been taller than her 5' 4". Her head barely reached his shoulders when they stood together. Her eyes devoured him from head to toe. If it was Dalton, he sure had filled out, in more ways than one.

"Please," she begged. "At least let me call my mother. She'll have every law enforcement officer looking for me in all fifty states, if I don't check in. If you let me call her and let her know I'm all right, you won't have to deal with the law when you let me go. I promise I won't tell anyone about this."

He stood there, looking into her pleading eyes. He never could resist those violet eyes. That's what got him into trouble in the first place. But she was right. He knew his 24 hours was almost up, before the police started looking for Laura. Heaving a huge sigh, he finally nodded.

"Fine, one phone call," he said. "But if you try anything I don't like, I will severely punish you."

"Thank you," Laura replied in relief.

He released her arms, hooking her wrists together again. She was able to roll off the bed and stand up on her own. He grabbed her arm and steered her toward the left corner of the opposite wall.

"Like I said, this room is sound proof, so you will need to use a land line."

When they reached the corner, the left panel slid open. In there was a military-looking phone and everything she'd had with her the night before. She looked at him and he nodded. Gingerly picking up the receiver, she dialed her mother's private number. It picked up on the second ring.

"Hello? Mother?"

"Yes, I'm as all right as can be," she answered, looking at "Dalton".

He was watching her very closely. She couldn't say anything he would deem suspicious.

"Yes, I'm sorry I didn't call sooner." Pause "I'm sorry you were worried." Pause, pause "I met up with a few friends, and they talked me into going back to their place." Pause, pause, eye roll "No, I don't think you'd remember them." Pause, eye roll & sigh "No, Mother, I haven't given him an answer yet."

She glanced again at "Dalton". He looked to be getting impatient with the call.

"Look, Mother, I'll talk to you about it when I get back." pause "I don't know, maybe a few more days." Big sigh "Yes, well I've got to go now. They're waiting for me. I'll call you when I can. Bye."

"Good," he said. "I was just about to cut your call short. Come. You need to eat."

He steered her back to the bed. Knowing it was useless to try anything now, she meekly let herself be led. At least she knew where her things were now. If only she could figure out how to open that panel.

After he fed her and they had a couple glasses of wine, he took her back to the bathroom for her break. He ran the bath while she peed, then proceeded to complete the same routine as the last bathroom break. By the time he was finished with her, her body was on fire. Knowing only he could put out her fire was a hard pill to swallow.

This time though, he set her by the side of the pommel and roughly forced her upper body across the saddle, securing her wrists to the pole on the other side. Her heart started beating faster, unsure what he was going to do. Her pulse skittered, though she couldn't tell if it was from fear or from anticipation. 

She looked in the mirror and saw him go to the night stand to retrieve something. She saw him come back with what looked to be a paddle in one hand, and something hidden in the other.

What the fuck?! She thought. Too late she remembered he had told her he would punish her if she came before he gave his permission. Her hips rested on the pommel, exposing both her holes to his gaze.

"No!" she yelled. "You can't be serious."

He didn't say anything but inserted three silver spheres the size of marbles into her pussy. When they bounced off each other, they sent waves of pleasure all around, making her pussy spasm. Before the wave of pleasure passed, he smacked her right cheek with the paddle, hard enough she felt her skin burn.

"I will do what I wish," he stated roughly. "You are subject to my will. Do you understand now?"

She nodded. Smack - on her left cheek.

"What was that?" he asked.

"Yes, Master," she replied sarcastically.

"I am your master." Smack - on the other cheek.

She flinched, and the balls clanged together, making her squirm with pleasure again. She went still, willing her breath to slow.

"Now you start to understand," he said. "I told you what would happen should you disobey me, didn't I?"

"Yes," she answered. "I came before you gave me permission."

"Good girl," he purred, licking her reddened cheeks.

To her surprise, her pussy became wetter. Then he proceeded to spank her ass in earnest, and in between each, he would use his other hand to slap her pussy, making the balls clang together. She couldn't see his cock to gauge his arousal, but if his ragged breathing was any indication, he was very turned on. He loved punishing her.

After several bouts of spanking, the pain became more than the pleasure; and she could no longer hold back her tears.

"Please," she tearfully begged. "No more. I promise I won't cum without your permission again."

By now his cock was so hard, his sweats were fully tented at his crotch. He finally let it out of its confines and breathed a sigh of relief. It was drooling with pre-cum. It didn't seem possible, but it was now harder than the last time.

He walked around and faced her, his cock at eye level. He unhooked each wrist and hooked them to the two side poles. The middle one retracted. Geez, she thought dimly, he has everything planned out. At least he had stopped with the spanking. Her ass was on fire.

"If you want to make restitution," he said, "Then suck my cock."

Laura had never done it before and didn't know what to do. But she didn't want to risk saying anything that would start up the spanking again. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She opened her mouth.

"No, lick the juices off first," he demanded.

Sticking out her tongue, she got her first taste of cock. He tasted salty and tangy, with a whiff of his own musk. She gingerly licked around the head, then further, as he pulled the skin down. From the sounds he was making, she must be doing something right.

"Now suck it," he ordered.

She took his cock into her mouth, as far as she could, then started bobbing her head up and down. He was too big to take all the way, but he kept pushing further and further into her throat, once hitting her gag reflex.

He could see that she was getting tired, so he grabbed hold of her head and fucked her mouth. It was almost as hot and wet as her pussy. He could feel his balls tightening, getting ready to release its load. He fucked her mouth harder and harder, until he felt his cum bursting into her mouth. She gagged and tried to expel his cock, but he held tight.

"Swallow it! Every drop!" he commanded.

Having no choice, she swallowed and almost gagged but was able to keep it down. He held on to her until she had swallowed every drop of his cum. Exhausted, her head slumped, her jaw ached. She could feel her pussy juices dripping out. She couldn't believe she was that turned on. She could still taste him and didn't think she minded the taste.

Now that she had sucked him off, he could continue this game without losing control. He walked back around. What now, she thought. He gazed at her exposed holes. Her pussy was flushed from his slaps. Her cream glistened on her mound and dripped down her thighs. Both holes were opening and closing from her exertions. His cock started stiffening again.

"Time for dessert again," he growled.

She flushed and moaned helplessly. He pulled up the stool and proceeded to thoroughly eat her pussy again. The balls rolled around in her vagina, with each move she made, bringing her desire to a fever pitch. But she had to keep herself from cumming, or who knows what punishment his diabolical mind would come up with next.

When he finished eating her pussy, drawing the last dregs of cream from her, he started on her ass. He licked her burning cheeks until they cooled, then moved to her tight ass hole. He rimmed her over and over, until she could barely breathe, then speared his tongue into her hole, making her scream in surprise.

His cock was so hard, it was leaking pre-cum again. He stood up and slid his dick into her pussy, coating it really good with her cream. She was moaning mindlessly now, with no thought but the pleasure emanating from her over-sensitized vagina. He pulled back out and moved his cock to her ass.

Using both hands to spread her cheeks as far as they would go, he used the tip of his head to rim her ass, just as his tongue had been doing earlier. Pressing her ass cheeks together, he rolled his hips, making his hard shaft slide up and down her cheeks.

When his balls started contracting, he spread her ass cheeks wide and slowly pushed his engorged, throbbing dick into her tight ass. It felt so damn good, as her muscles clenched around his hard head.

"No," she moaned. "You're too big!"

She tried to move, but he slapped get ass hard and held her fast. Inch by delicious inch, he was able to insert himself all the way, until his balls were rubbing against her pussy. She moaned, delirious from pleasure and pain. When her muscles finally relaxed, he was able to start pumping.

It felt so damned good! In and out, she could feel the pleasure now rolling thru her. Hung over the saddle like she was, Laura had no control over what he chose to do. Lifting her hips, Dalton continued to thrust his dick further and further into her ass. Every time he thrust, the balls banged around in her pussy, sending fresh waves of pleasure throughout her whole system.

Harder and harder he thrust, his fingers playing with her clit now. Every time she came close to the edge, he would ease off. Finally, his balls were so tight he couldn't hold back any longer. He thrust hard, pinching and pulling on her clit.

"Now, Laura! Come NOW!" he shouted, as he used two if his fingers to fuck her pussy, while pumping his cock in and out of her ass.

Her orgasm rushed through her like a ball of fire. His hips pumped faster and faster, harder and harder, until he felt his cum explode into her tight ass, spurt after spurt, until her ass was so full, his semen leaked out and ran down into her thighs. It felt so good, she barely kept herself from passing out again. He slumped onto her backside, his cock softening and sliding out of her ass and more semen flowed out.

When he could stand without falling, he released her bonds and carried her to the bathroom and set her on the toilet while he ran the shower. She could feel his semen drip out of her ass. Her pussy and ass were sore. She didn't know how much more she could take of his hard fucking.

When the water was warm enough, he stepped into the shower with her. He cleaned himself up before turning his attentions to her, thoroughly cleaning her again. The warm water soothed her aching body.

He then carried her back to the bed, laying down with her cradled in his arms. She was so exhausted, she couldn't move, much less plan her escape. She winced as the sheet chafed her sore bottom.

"Shhh..." he soothed. "Sleep."

He had planned on getting back up after she fell asleep, but exhaustion hit him hard, and he succumbed to sleep not long after Laura.



Forget Me Not Ch. 06



Laura woke to the sensation of hands gently massaging her neck and slowly moving down her arms. When she opened her eyes, she saw "Dalton" straddling her hips, naked, with his cock seriously aroused. She tensed, not knowing what he was up to.

"Relax, baby," he said soothingly.

Startled by what she heard as caring in his voice, she finally looked at his face. She sucked in a startled breath. He had shaved. She could now see what his beard had been hiding. Her eyes devoured every inch of his familiar and not so familiar face. Other than a thin scar running down the left, from his temple to jaw, it was a perfect as the last time she had seen him.

"Dalton," she breathed, not knowing if she was angry or glad that her guess had been correct.

He just looked at her, igniting her ire.

"Why? After all these years, why are you doing this to me? What do you have to gain?" Laura asked.

"Revenge," he answered, his eyes boring into hers. "But now is not the time to talk."

She opened her mouth - "Shhh..." he laid a finger on her lips.

He continued working her muscles, moving to her breasts, massaging one, then the other, licking and kissing each nipple. It didn't look like he was trying to arouse her, but she felt desire moving through her blood all the same. He moved lower, working on her torso, her hips, down one leg and up the other.

By the time he got to the apex of her thighs, she had turned to mush. She couldn't have moved if her life depended on it. Then he set to working his oil-slicked hands all over her pussy, slipping his fingers in and removing the pleasure balls. She gave a little moan of protest. Her pussy actually felt empty without them.

"Don't worry, baby," he crooned, "You'll have them back in there soon enough."

She whimpered. He got off and turned her onto her stomach. Then continued working her neck, down her back and buttocks, down one leg and up the other. She held her breath as he separated her ass cheeks. Then set to work, massaging oil into her sore anus. By now, desire beat in blood like a drum. Her pussy was thrumming with suppressed pleasure. When she was sure she was going to end up begging him to fuck her, he got up and left her hanging - again.

"Ugghhh!" she screamed into the mattress.

Laura rolled back onto her back, but she couldn't see him anywhere. He had forgotten to tie her up. Her heart soared in elation! Now she could do some snooping. She got up and walked to the corner where her things were stored, but the panel didn't slide open.

She tried hopping, tip-toeing, gently walking, but she couldn't get it to open. There has to be a way, she thought. She got down on all fours and felt every inch of the area where they had stood when the panel opened. Finally, her persistence paid off. She could feel a slight inconsistency in the flooring. She pushed hard and it, and wonder of wonders, the panel slid open. 

Her heart beat like crazy, as she pulled out her purse to check if everything was there. Especially her wallet and keys. She breathed a sigh of relief that everything was in there. Just as she was about to put her purse back and close the panel, the panel in the opposite wall slid open, and Dalton came in with food.

"What are you doing?!" he demanded.

She was so scared, so couldn't move. Just stood there like a cornered rabbit, as the panel slid closed. He pushed the cart aside and lunged for her. That got her moving! She tried to run, but there was nowhere to go. He was bigger and faster than her.

He grabbed hold of her hair and she screamed in pain. Slowly, he reeled her in, winding her hair around his fist, until her back was flush with his front. She was breathing hard from exertion. He was breathing hard too, but not from exertion. She could feel his arousal pressed against her lower back. He hooked his arm around her middle and lifted her off the floor.

"No!" she screamed. "Let me go, you son of a bitch!"

She kicked and clawed to no avail. She cursed the air blue, but he just wound her hair tighter around his fist. She tried to bite his arm but got no reaction. She bucked against his hard-on and he grunted in pain. She bucked harder, and his grip loosened. Just when she thought she had done some damage, he crushed her against a wall, her face and breasts plastered to the mirror.

She no longer had any leverage. He positioned his cock between her legs and nipped and bit at her neck, but didn't enter her, just thrusting over and over, his cock barely grazing her pussy, until her breathing was ragged and she could feel her juices trickling down her leg. It was no use fighting. She was now his sex slave. Tears rolled down her face.

When he could no longer feel her resistance, he whipped her around and ground himself into her, imprinting himself onto every inch of her flesh. Then he slowly kissed away her tears. And for the first time since he'd taken her, he kissed her lips. 

He lifted her and hooked her legs around his hips, sinking his aching cock into her wet channel. She was as hot as a forge, gripping and milking his cock. All he wanted to do was fuck her until she came, but he held still. His tongue traced her lips and begged for entrance. She slowly opened up, and he swept in, tasting her sweet breath. His tongue circled and probed at hers to play, and she finally responded.

Tears leaked down her face. It was bad enough her body responded when he was rough and crude, but with his gentleness, she became mush. This was the man she'd loved since she was fifteen. Her arms wound around his shoulders, and her fingers dug into his scalp, gripping his hair as an anchor.

As their tongues dueled and their breaths mingled, and they could no longer tell where one ended and the other began, he slowly rocked against her. She found that by pushing her shoulders against the wall, she had better leverage. His cock was able to slide all the way in.

Slowly, he lowered her to the floor, never breaking his kiss. Then he moved to kiss her forehead, her eyelids, her nose, her chin. He nipped at the sensitive spot below her ears, continuing down to her breasts, gently kneading and suckling each one, until she thought she would expire.

He alternated between pumping so fast she would almost come, then rock gently, until she groaned in frustration. He kept that rhythm until she was scratching and clawing at him, urging him to go harder and deeper, but she just couldn't find that plane that would take her over the edge.

"Please," she begged, "I need to cum."

He finally hooked her legs over his shoulders, driving himself deep, rolling his hips so that the head of his cock rubbed against her cervix. She was moaning and writhing in ecstasy, but she couldn't find release. Surely she would go up in flames if she couldn't find her release. He pumped harder and faster, burying himself deep, his balls slapped against her ass; his thumb rubbed hard against her clitoris, once, twice, his sacs tightened, ready to shoot his load.

"Come, Laura! NOW!" Dalton shouted, as his cocked spewed semen into her hot pussy.

Laura's orgasm exploded, and she felt as if a fireball had torched her, from the soles of her feet to the top of her head. On and on he pounded, until the last of his seed emptied; and he could feel his semen and her juices leaking out of her full pussy. Her body went boneless, and he slumped on top of her. Neither of them could move nor think, just concentrated on getting enough air into their lungs.

"God, just when I think it can't get any better, it does," said Dalton, when he could finally function again.

He knew he was too heavy for her, so he rolled onto his back, bringing her atop of him. She laid her head on his chest, listening to the rapid beating of his heart. So he was just as affected as she was, she thought. Good to know. He had actually made love to her and not just fucked her. She felt her heart melting, but she was too tired from her earlier crying jag and his lovemaking, so she closed her eyes and let sleep overtake her.

Knowing the moment when she succumbed to sleep, Dalton got them up and put her to bed. When he made to leave her, she murmured and protest, so he laid down beside her. There were so many things going through his head that he couldn't sort them out now. When he made all his plans, he forgot the part where he would fall in love with her all over again. When his gaze fell on the long forgotten cart, he realized that she hadn't eaten.

"Damn," he cursed, feeling guilty.

If she hadn't run from him, things wouldn't have gotten so out of hand. Couldn't do anything about it now, since he didn't want to wake her. Letting out a sigh of frustration, he gave up and snuggled into her, letting sleep take him.



Forget Me Not Ch. 07



Laura woke to the pain of cramps twisting her insides, and her mouth watered like crazy. Her stomach was telling her it needed food. She realized that she was spooned against Dalton. One of his legs had slipped between hers. His arm was slung across her waist, and she could feel his turgid member pressing into her back.

She held her breath, waiting to see what he would do, but nothing happened. His breath was a little shallow, but there was no movement from him, other than the fact that his cock was hardening and lengthening against her ass. Craning her neck to look at him, she saw that he was fast asleep.

He hadn't restrained her again. Feeling the insistent call of nature, she slowly tried to extricate herself, hardly daring to breath, in case he woke. When she was finally free, she made a beeline to the bathroom. There was no door, so there was no way she could keep everything quiet nor odor free. Hopefully, he didn't find the odor too offensive. But it was his fault anyway. He didn't bother to install a damn door!!

When she finished her business, she needed a shower badly. So she took the chance of running the water. Peeking back into the room, she saw that he was still sleeping, his cock at full staff. Hopefully, she'd be finished by the time he finally roused.

The water felt wonderful. Dalton had been taking good care of her body, but she needed this time for herself. She could stand under the massaging spray for hours but had to hurry in case Dalton woke.

No luck. As she was rinsing the shampoo out of her hair, he stepped into the shower behind her, both hands cupping and kneading her breasts, as he pulled her against him. She could feel his turgid length and sacs settled against her lower back. Hungry and tired, she allowed herself to sink into him and let him do what he wanted.

After having his fill of playing with her breasts, he moved to her pussy. He massaged her mound and played with her clit and labia until all she could do was moan and rub herself against him, feeling the cool spray of the water sizzling against the heat of her sensitized skin.

He finally gave her relief by slipping his soap slicked fingers into her now aching pussy, letting her ride his thrusting fingers. But though wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her, she couldn't find her release. Realizing her dilemma, Dalton took over, thrusting his fingers hard into her pussy and pressing his thumb against her clit.

"Cum, Laura. Cum now, baby," he ground out, watching her face as her release hit hard.

"Ohmygod... Dalton!!" she screamed. And the waves of pleasure broke over her like the tide upon the sand, as she rode herself to completion.

His fingers curled in her tight channel and pressed against her walls; and he took her to the edge again.

"Again, baby," he whispered.

And she soared again, as he kissed her, capturing her scream of pleasure with his lips. When she finally came down from the heights of pleasure, she went limp in his arms, from both the pleasure and the hunger crawling through her belly. 

Knowing that she must be famished and not wanting to leave her in the room, Dalton made up his mind to take her upstairs, to his living quarters. She was too wrung out to do anything this time, he reasoned.

After drying both of them off, he carried her to the far corner of the room, and the panel slid open, revealing the elevator. He stepped inside, and the door closed. Unfortunately, the movement of the elevator caused Laura more nausea, since she was already dizzy from lack of food. She couldn't look around like she wanted.

It wasn't a long ride up. When the door opened, Dalton stepped into a hall. It was very bright, and since Laura hadn't seen sunlight in a few days, she cringed from the brightness, as the light speared her eyes.

He carried her down the hall and through the kitchen, then sat her on one of the cushioned window seats in the dining area. It was full sunlight in here, but the warmth helped her relax. The exhaustion was taking its toll, so she had to take slow, deep breaths to center herself before looking around.

"Sit here," said Dalton. "I'll make us lunch."

He came back with a little bowl of Ritz crackers and cheese cubes. Her stomach clenched in anticipation of food. She took the bowl from him and started on the crackers.

"These should hold you until the food is done," said Dalton.

While she ate, he prepared their lunch. The cheese and crackers were enough to help calm her stomach cramps and dizziness. When Dalton saw that she had finished, he brought her a glass of water to help wash everything down.

"I'm sorry you're so hungry," Dalton said slowly. "I didn't mean for you to go so long without eating. The food will be ready in a few minutes."

Laura didn't say anything. She had gotten some of her strength back, so she used it to look around. The dining area was a turret. The cushion she was sitting on continued till it stopped at the French doors, which opened outward. Then continued on the opposite side. There were no curtains, just shades that would come down to block out the worst of the sun.

Looking out, the deck was beautiful pine that wrapped around the turret, then the second deck rose a couple feet and continued further, with a fire pit in the center, ending with benched seats in the back, facing the house. Her feet itched to go walk around.

Looking back in, the kitchen was gorgeous. The microwave and double ovens were on the opposite wall, while the refrigerator and pantry were in the wall next to her. There was a huge island in the middle, with the gas stove and sink. Nothing looked out of place.

Beyond that, she could see the foyer. The front door looked very far away. As much as she wanted to get up and explore for possible escape routes, she had to tell herself to be patient. Couldn't very well go running around naked. She didn't even know where she was.

Laura had to plan carefully. Dalton was very intelligent. She wouldn't be able to give him the slip easily. She didn't want to think of what he would do if she ran and he caught her. It would be something diabolical for sure.



Forget Me Not Ch. 08



When the food was ready, Dalton set the table at her end. He pulled her up and took her to her seat.

"Please," Laura whispered, "can't I have something to wear? I feel so exposed like this."

"You're fine the way you are," he argued.

"Maybe to you," she protested, "but what if someone comes?"

"No one's going to come without an invitation," he stated.

She didn't say anything more. Just looked at him with those huge violet eyes. Aarrghh! He never could resist those eyes when she looked at him full on.

"Fine!" He stormed off around the corner, coming back a few minutes later, with a silk robe and helped her into it.

"Thank you," said Laura, as she settled herself into the chair.

He just looked at her petulantly. "Eat, before you fall over," he finally said.

The meal tasted as good as it had smelled, and Laura wondered how he had become such a good cook. There were so many questions running thru her mind, but she was afraid to ask them.

Who knew what would set him off, and he'd haul her back down to her prison again. That was the last thing she needed! She would really have to play the submissive and get him to really let down his guard before she could try anything.

She couldn't let the fact that this was Dalton, her first and only love, get in the way of her freedom. She was half in love with him already. She couldn't get her feelings get any stronger. 

Twelve years since he'd left her, bereft and broken hearted. She had been a mess after he had left her. No way, could she allow him that power again.

"What day is today?" Laura finally asked when she was finished eating.

"Friday," Dalton replied, as he finished his wine.

God, she thought. I've been here almost a week. He had kidnapped her on Sunday night. No one would really be looking for her, as she realized too late that she had taken two weeks off for vacation.

She had planned on giving Bryan her answer to his proposal, then taking time for herself, before settling into her new role as his fiancé. And she hadn't called her mother again since that first phone call.

It finally dawned on her that his timing couldn't be more perfect. "I've been planning this for a long time" he'd told her. She sucked in a breath and stared at him.

"You've been stalking me, haven't you? That's why you knew when to kidnap me. This isn't just coincidence! You knew my plans!" Laura railed at him.

"Pfft! I was not stalking you," he replied. But he didn't look her in the eye.

"Maybe YOU weren't, but you were definitely having me followed," she retorted. "You probably even bugged me."

Dalton looked at her. Yes, he knew she was smart. That's why he'd been keeping her in a sexual haze for the last few days. Her eyes were clear, and her brain cells were now kicking in. Can't have that happen too fast... He stood and quickly cleared the table. Laura thought to help clean up, since he had cooked, and stood up to help.

"Sit!" he barked.

Laura sat back down, wondering what had set him off. Leaving the dishes in the sink, he went back to the table. But instead of sitting, he went around to the back of her chair, pulling it out and turning her towards the windows.

She made to stand up, but he pushed down on her shoulders, kissing the top of her head. Slowly, he slid his hands down her arms, to the sash at her waist and untied it, pulling it out of its loops.

Laura sat still, wondering what he was up to. No good, apparently, as he came around and knelt down, taking her ankles and tying each of them to the the outside of the chair legs.

She tried to cover herself, but it didn't do much good. Her legs were now spread, and the robe was caught under her. He stood up, and she watched him warily. Looking beyond him, the bright sun reminded her it was still daylight. She was open for all the world to see, should someone gain the deck and look in. She flushed beet red.

"What are you doing?!" she demanded.

"Whatever I want," he replied and left the room. 

She tried to move her feet, but they wouldn't budge. Spread as she was, she couldn't bend down far enough to untie herself. She tried to make the chair move, but the wood-carved chair was heavy. Finally exhausted from her exertions, she slumped back in the chair.

She hoped he was a good as his word, that no one came around uninvited. She heard him come back in the kitchen and turned her head to look. He was carrying what looked to be a thinly braided leather whip. Oh shit... she thought, and sat still, not wanting to give him any reason to use it.

Dalton went and sat on the window seat opposite her, his eyes raked her from head to toe, coming to rest at her exposed mound. So pink and plump like a peach. I'll be having me some of that later, he thought to himself. His cock swelled in anticipation. He looked up, and she tried to cover her breasts with the robe. The whip sang, as he snapped it at her. The tips barely grazed her breast, but it stung, nonetheless. Sucking in a breath, she let go of the robe and stared at him.

"Take the robe off," he ordered.

She hesitated, and the whip sang again. This time, striking her other breast. She quickly slipped her arms free. Once again, she was totally exposed to his gaze.

"Touch your breasts," he commanded.

She hesitantly brought her hand up to cup her right breast.

"Both of them!"

She brought her other hand up to the left breast.

"Hold them in offering to me," he directed.

Laura watched him, as she fondled her breasts, imagining his hands on her. His eyes dilated with arousal, and she could see his cock swelling in his pants. She had the insane urge of wanting to tell him to take it out so she could see it.

Her breasts swelled, and the nipples hardened. She squeezed harder, pinching her nipples between her fingers. Her clit throbbed and her pussy clenched, releasing its cream. She moaned, as she felt her juices pooling at her bottom.

"Use one hand to touch your pussy," Dalton commanded roughly.

Startled, she hesitated, and the whip sang again. This time, licking at the junction of her leg. She slowly moved her right hand down. She had an idea of what he wanted. So she slowly trailed her hand down to her pussy and cupped her mound.

"Use two fingers to spread those lips. I want to see your clit." It was bright pink. "Mmmm... just begging to be sucked. Open your inner lips." He could see the cream pooling in her hole and leaking onto the seat. "Good... you have a beautiful pussy. I love how your cunt creates all that cream for me."

Laura was so turned on from his words and touching herself, she forgot where she was. All her thoughts were now on her pleasure.

"Finger your hole...two fingers... yes... in and out, just like that." He watched as her cream coated her fingers. "Use your other hand to keep your lips open while you finger your pussy."

Laura had never had anyone watch her pleasuring herself. Watching Dalton getting aroused from watching her goaded her desire. Her hips rocked back and forth while her fingers worked her pussy. She was going by instinct now.

She took her fingers out and coated her clit with cream, causing herself to moan in ecstasy. Her head fell back as she worked her clit, and she closed her eyes with pleasure. The whip sang, stinging her outer labia. There was just enough pain to bring out the pleasure, and her juices gushed out of her vagina.

"Keep your eyes on me!" demanded Dalton.

Laura raised her head and stared at him while her hips still rocked in rhythm. Then a very naughty idea came to her. Nothing she had ever done before. She slowly trailed her fingers, wet with her juices, up her abdomen, circled her breasts, and brought her fingers to her mouth.

She could hear Dalton's breath catch and his breathing become erratic. Then she sucked on her fingers, tasting herself, all the while using her other hand to play with her pussy. Her hips never ceased their rocking. She watched as the bulge in Dalton's pants become bigger and bigger with each moan she made.

Finally, Dalton couldn't hold himself back anymore. He got up and went to her, shedding his clothes with each step he took. His cock was so hard he wondered how he could still walk. 

His balls were aching, wanting to be rid of their load. He slipped his pants off and his cock sprang free, bigger than ever. The head was purple, and veins stood out. Laura got hotter watching his cock come closer and closer.

When he reached her, Laura reached out with the hand, which fingers she had been sucking on, and encircled his cock. He was big and thick. She could feel the blood pumping through the veins. She slowly moved her hand up and down his hard staff. Her thumb rubbed the pre-cum around the head and under the mushroom head. Dalton knew she was going to make him cum if he let her keep doing that. So he pulled her head down to his cock.

"Suck me off," he said gruffly.

Instead of immediately taking him into her mouth, she took her time licking his dick. Around and around the head she went, lapping up the pre-cum. She pulled down the skin and licked around the head, putting extra pressure on his glans.

His hips bucked, and his cock quivered, leaking more pre-cum. She lapped that up like she was licking an ice cream cone. Then she blew on the head, making Dalton suck in a hissing breath, while she cupped his balls. Damn, she's a faster learner, he thought dimly. Laura found that she enjoyed the smell and texture of his cock. She could feel his testes growing bigger and fuller.

Finally, when he thought his balls were going to burst from all her attention, she finally enveloped his hard dick in her hot mouth. Paradise... He moaned and threw his head back, closing his eyes in sheer pleasure.

Her hot, wet mouth sucked his dick further and further into her mouth, while her tongue licked and teased his length. He could feel the head hitting the back of her throat. He looked down and watched her suck his cock, while one had played with her own pussy. Her thumb flicked her clit back and forth. His cock became harder at the sight.

He could feel his balls tightening, ready to release their load. Both hands grabbed hold of Laura's bobbing head, keeping her still so that he could control the friction. His hips pumped faster and faster, his balls tightened more and more.

His dick was in as far as her mouth could take him, and his balls exploded, spewing globs and globs of his cum down her throat. And he felt as though the top of his head had blown off. Laura swallowed every drop that ejaculated, then licked the head clean. She looked up at him with hot eyes, her breathing harsh and loud to her ears.

Dalton knelt and untied her ankles, then hooked her legs over his shoulders. He carried her to the end of the window seat and sat her down, kneeling again. He could feel his dick hardening again, just from the smell of her arousal.

He watched as her cream leaked out of her pussy and ran down to her ass. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with her smell. He stiffened his tongue and plunged it into her tight hole, then proceeded to gorge himself on her pussy's bounty.

"Gaahhh!" screamed Laura, as she lifted her hips and ground her pussy onto Dalton's hot tongue. She could feel her pussy squirt cream into Dalton's waiting mouth.

He alternated between tongue-fucking her and lapping up whatever cream he could find, not allowing a single drop to escape. When he could no longer coax anymore cream from her quivering pussy, he plunged two fingers deep into her cunt.

"Come for me, Laura!" he demanded, as his lips latched onto her clit and sucked hard.

Her orgasm rolled through her, nearly blowing her head off as she screamed and bucked, her thighs holding Dalton's head in a vise-like grip, bucking her pussy over and over onto his awaiting mouth. Dalton opened his mouth to catch the last of the cream squirting from her pussy, then gently lapped around her heated nether regions, slowly bringing Laura back down.

"Oh my god... Dalton" panted Laura. "I don't think I can take much more of this."

"You can, and you will," stated Dalton, as he pulled her up, then down to settle onto his lap, as he lowered himself to the floor.

She settled her head into the crook of his neck. His cock was hard again, but he could wait. Her breathing slowed, and he could feel her body completely relax. He kissed her forehead and fell asleep with her in his arms.



Forget Me Not Ch. 09



Laura woke to complete darkness. She started panicking, until she realized that she was sprawled on top of Dalton. They were both laying on the kitchen floor. There was no moon tonight, and as no lights had been turned on, it was pitch black. 

She lifted her head and looked around. There was only the green light emitting from the microwave. Dalton was still sleeping peacefully, and she gathered herself to make a dash for freedom. Then she checked herself. No way could she escape. Not only did she not have any clothes or any means of getting far, but she didn't even know where she would go once she stepped out the door.

She let her head drop back down to Dalton's chest in frustration. This was her chance, and she couldn't go anywhere. She wouldn't even know how to maneuver once outside.

Dalton probably knew this place like the back of his hand. She would have to be patient and wait for a better time. Maybe, she could get Dalton to give her a tour so she could make better plans. Damn... nature was calling again.

"Dalton," she whispered, shaking him wake.

"Huh? What?" he asked, disoriented.

"I need the bathroom," she replied. "But I don't know where it is up here, and it's too dark for me to find a light switch."

He sat up with her, and shook off the last dregs of sleep. Then found his way to the nearest switch and flipped on the lights.

"Aaahh!" screamed Laura. "Damn, these lights are bright!"

"Sorry," said Dalton, sheepishly.

He took her hand and led her down the hall, turning on lights, as he led her into the bedroom and into the master bath. Well, thought Laura, maybe if I can convince him to let me stay up here rather than taking me back to my prison, then I'll know I'm making headway with him. She had to learn as much as possible, in order to make any definite escape plan.

Dalton ran the bath while Laura used the toilet. It was no use getting embarrassed. He would just wait her out. They were both already naked, so once the water was ready, Dalton had her get in the tub while he answered nature's call. When he finished, he left the room, so Laura thought she would be able to enjoy the bath without his nerve-racking presence. 

Unfortunately, her happiness was short-lived. He came back in with towels and laid them out, before joining her in the tub, sitting opposite her.

Not knowing what he was up to, she slowly continued washing herself, keeping an eye on him, in case he started something. Something swept down her cunt, and she was so surprised, she upended herself in the water. She splashed back up to the surface, to the sound of his full-blown laughter.

She just stared at him. It had been so long since she'd heard his laughter. The last few days had been too intense, to say the least. She gave him a mock scowl, splashing water at him.

He did it again, and she realized he had used his toes on her. 

She tried to resist any kind of sexual feeling, and she tried to pretend it didn't affect her, but he used his big toe to rub her clit until her breathing came in pants. Then he slid the toe down until he found her pussy, open and waiting for him. When he slid his toe into her opening, it was all she could do to keep herself from humping his foot. When he'd had enough fun, his foot retreated.

"Wash me," he demanded.

Laura looked at him nervously.

"Come on, Laura," teased Dalton, "Don't tell me you've never washed a man before. With all this fucking we've done, you're nervous about washing me?"

Laura blushed and looked away.

"How is it, you're 28 years old, and you're experiencing many firsts with me?" asked Dalton quietly, reaching out and lifting her eyes to meet his.

"There hasn't been anyone who brought out such needs," responded Laura.

"But you have had sex since we were together," accused Dalton jealously. "You're even about to marry a man your parents deem worthy enough."

Laura sucked in a breath and jerked her chin out of his grasp.

"You know about Bryan too?! If I didn't know better, I'd say you're just a bit too obsessed! What do you care whom I marry?"

"I really don't care," responded Dalton cruelly, although he did care - a lot.

"Then you can just let me go home," responded Laura heatedly. "Just drop me off where you kidnapped me, and I'll forget you exist!"

Dalton jerked in the water and pulled her toward him roughly.

"I will let you go when I've had my fill of you," he hissed. "Now you can give me my bath."

She tried to stare him down, but he just increased the pressure on her arms. Surely, he was going to leave bruises. Realizing that she was going to lose this battle of wills, she gave in. 

Taking a washcloth, she quickly scrubbed him from head to toe, skipping over his privates. Of course, he wasn't about to let her win that round either. He drew her hands to his engorged shaft, which had been hard since he woke.

Laura couldn't believe how hard he was, even after all their arguing. She slid her hand up and down and felt the blood throbbing from the base to the head of his erection. She was surprised that she could feel herself getting wet just from exploring his cock and his balls.

Finally, Dalton could no longer take her teasing. He lifted her and settled her over his aching cock, slowly sliding home into her hot channel. Kneading and sucking on her breasts, he let her set the pace.

She slowly rocked, taking his cock deeper into herself. Everytime he sucked hard on her nipples, she ground herself onto him, needing him to fill her deeply. Their coupling became more and more frenzied, water sloshed everywhere. 

Finally, Dalton took control of her hips, slamming her hard onto his aching cock. He could feel his balls tighten, ready to release their load again. Laura was so close to her release, but she just couldn't reach the peak.

"Please, Dalton," she begged, panting, her body on fire. "I need to cum."

He lifted his hips and slammed into her pussy, as he brought her down, the head of his dick hitting her cervix. His semen rushed through his penis and burst into her hungry pussy. Laura felt his cum spray her inner walls, and her pussy clenched and sucked at his cock, without him saying the words, but she couldn't find release no matter how hard she rode him.

When he finally slumped beneath her, and his breath came in ragged gasps, she realized that he had cum without allowing hers. She looked at him, and his eyes glinted with satisfaction. He reached between their joined bodies and rubbed her clit. Her pussy throbbed with unsatisfied lust. She understood that he had purposefully denied her an orgasm.

He was punishing her for something - crap! She'd told him she wanted to forget he existed. As if that could happen. Especially now, since he'd come back into her life again. He might be holding her against her will, but if she had been given the choice, she would've chosen him any day of the week. She quietly laid her head on his shoulder and breathed, trying to cool her blood.

"I guess since you're not asking, you know why I denied you your pleasure?"

"Yes," she answered quietly. "What I said upset you."

"Are you sorry you said it then?"

She raised her head and looked him in the eye. "I'm sorry."

Dalton nodded once, then lifted her off him. After rinsing them both off again, he carried her to the bed and sat her down, while he went to the closet for something. Not wanting be subservient to Dalton, Laura got up and walked around the room.

Well, at least this room isn't made of mirrors, she thought. The drapes were heavy enough to block out any sunlight, but this was the middle of the night, so no sunlight to be had anyway. The walls were dove gray, with wall scones for lighting. And there were a couple pieces of modern abstract art. The carpet was soft and well cushioned.

When she finally got her fill of the room, she turned around, surprised to find that Dalton had actually waited patiently for her to finish.

"Am I going to get a VIP tour?" she asked.

"Do you really want one?"

"Of course. Especially since you designed all this yourself. Am I right?"

Watching her for another heartbeat, he gave in.

"Yes, I'll take you around if you want. But we need to eat first."

"But it's the middle of the night. Not the best time to be eating."

"If you're worried about your figure, don't. It's perfect," said Dalton gruffly.

"Fine..." sighed Laura, as she started toward the door.

"No, not yet. Come back to the bed," commanded Dalton.

Not really having a choice when he took on that tone, Laura made her way back to the bed.

"Sit."

She sat. He kneeled at her feet and lifted each of them, slipping on what she thought were panties. Thank goodness, she thought. Now I don't have to go around totally exposed. 

Of course, as he pulled it higher, it felt more substantial than what she regularly wore. Curious, she looked down saw that the crotch was actually a three-dimensional butterfly. It finally dawned on her that this was NOT your average thong. Her heart started beating faster. What was he up to now?

She finally had her answer, when he had her stand and proceeded to pull it all the way up, where the straps hugged her hips. The tops of the wings cupped her mound. The head, he pinched it open and clasped it onto her clit. She sucked in a breath through her teeth. Oh boy, she thought. 

The tail end had a silver ball attached to the end, and he inserted it into her vagina. He pulled the thong more snugly on her hips. The butterfly fit snugly into her crotch. Laura just stood there staring at Dalton, still wondering what he was up to.

"Come then," said Dalton, "Time for dinner."

She took as step, and the mouth pulled on her clit. Oh shit, she thought, I have to walk around like this? Uggh! Not fair! For every step she took the butterfly contraption pulled on her clit. I can do this, she thought. He can't break me. But by the time they made it to the kitchen, she was panting and leaning heavily on him. He sat her at the window seat and proceeded to make them dinner.

What was that vibration? OMG! The butterfly was alive! The mouth was sucking at her clit. The tail was vibrating and swirling around in her pussy. The ball had detached from the tail and was now swimming around. She could feel her juices pooling at her bottom. She didn't know if she should get up or sit tight. Dalton pretended he didn't know what was happening. Just kept cooking.

Laura could no longer keep from fidgeting. The vibrations were getting stronger, and the sucking was making her clit extremely sensitive. She no longer knew what Dalton was doing. All thoughts were centered on her pussy and the need for relief from this exquisite torture. She started rocking her hips, making the thong ride up her crack and rub her ass. It made the butterfly tail sink deeper into her cunt.

Dalton loved to watch her get all worked up. Her skin was flush, and he could smell her arousal, mixed in with the aroma of food. He could see her cream pool and glisten under her rocking ass. It was all he could to do keep himself from attacking her pussy then and there.

But he made himself wait. He had to wait for her to reach fever pitch. Her orgasm would be glorious when he finally gave her permission to cum. Just the thought made his cock harden even more. He could feel the pre-cum pooling at the head.

He watched as she ground herself into the seat. Her breath came in short, uneven pants. When her eyes started glazing over, he turned off the butterfly. Abruptly, all sensation ceased, and Laura had to work hard on getting her heartbeat back under control. Not totally, since the mouth was still attached to her clit. She watched through pleasure fogged eyes, as Dalton set their dinner before her. She picked up the glass of wine and drained it in one gulp.

Dalton wanted to tease her during dinner too, but he was afraid she might choke if she startled between bites. So he left her alone. After they finished eating, Laura thought to help clean up, but Dalton gave her a look that told her to stay put. As he was rinsing the dishes, the vibrations started up again, making Laura glad she was sitting down.

By the time he finished loading the dishwasher, Laura was lucky she could even string two thoughts together. The constant stimulation to her over-sensitive pussy was driving her insane. She sooo needed relief from this exquisite ache. 

Her breasts were swollen, and her nipples were hard nubs, begging to be sucked. She laid her head back, and her hands started inching toward her breasts, thinking to get some kind of relief. Her palms brushed her nipples, and her hips jerked. She pinched them.

"Stop!" commanded Dalton. "I did NOT give you permission to touch yourself."

Laura had no choice but to obey. She couldn't guess what he would do if she didn't follow his orders. On a keening moan, she let her hands drop back down to her sides. She turned and looked at him with pleading eyes.

"Please, I need to cum," she begged. "It's too much."

"You'll cum when I tell you to cum," replied Dalton, remorselessly.

He came around and pulled her up.

"Come," he said solicitously, "You wanted a tour."

Laura let out a breath and followed him out of the kitchen. The whole time he was showing her around, he kept her totally aware of his touch. When he walked next to her, his hands would roam everywhere they could touch. When showing her a piece of art or set up, he would stand behind her and grind his hard cock against her backside.

Laura was surprised she could still walk, since he had turned the butterfly back on. Its mouth sucked relentlessly at her clit. She could feel her juices running down her legs, with every step she took. What had she done to deserve this?



Forget Me Not Ch. 10



It took about an hour to complete the tour. Laura had many questions about the house. It was so inviting the had it been on the market, any potential buyer would snatch it up immediately.

Despite the fact that her senses were overloaded, and her skin was tingling with suppressed desire, Laura was quite impressed with the setup. In the left wing was a huge formal dining room, with a hall that ended with two bedrooms on either side and one at the end. All of them had complete baths.

In the right wing was the great room, with a connecting hall, a powder room on one side, and the utility room on the other, ending with the master bedroom. The house had been built to Dalton's specifications. It was interesting that the house was built for a family and entertaining, when he also had that pleasure dungeon below.

There weren't any doors he didn't open for her, so she figured the garage must be separate from the main house. She had to find out where it was. Hopefully, her car was stored there, or somewhere on the property.

One thing at a time, she told herself. Can't let him get suspicious. Of course, as much as she didn't want to go back down to the chamber, her stuff was down there. Damn! Hopefully, she could get the layout of the outside before he hauled her back down. There was no question of "if", only "when".

Dalton had answered all her questions about the house, but he had been very vague about himself. When she asked what he had been doing all these years, he didn't reply, just tensed up. When asked about what he did for a living, all he said was that he was an investor. She even got up the nerve to ask him about any serious relationships, but his only answer was, "No." No elaborate explanations.

They ended back in the master bedroom, and Laura flopped down on the bed and closed her eyes, no longer caring what Dalton would do to her. This sexual frustration was exhausting.

The butterfly was still vibrating, its mouth sucking on her clit, and the ball was still swimming around in her vagina. Every nerve tingled, and her skin was hypersensitive. She felt like she was coming down with a fever. She needed relief, but she was not going to ask Dalton again.

Dalton position her where he wanted her, but Laura couldn't get up the energy to protest. He slid an eye mask over her head, and she didn't twitch. She opened her eyes, and it was pitch black. Whatever he was planning was fine with her. Anything would be better than this sexual haze, she thought. He finally turned off the butterfly and slipped it off her. Her pussy actually felt bereft.

But then he attached clamps to her already sensitive nipples and one to her clit.

"Ohhh...." She moaned restlessly.

He turned them on.

"Ohmygod!" she screamed, and nearly bolted off the bed.

He pushed her back down. She subsided, breathing heavily and squirmed around on the bed. He used something to brush over her face, down her neck, and continued down her body, leaving no skin un-touched.

She was pretty sure it was a feather, since it felt so light. She never thought a feather could cause such a reaction. He reached her feet, lifted each of them up and brushed the soles. Her pussy clenched, and she just about came. He replaced the feather with his tongue, then sucked each of her toes until her whole body was a mass of nerves.

Higher and higher, he licked and nipped, until he reached her very heated core. The smell of her arousal was an aphrodisiac to him. He nuzzled his nose into her heated crotch. She pushed her hips off the bed, straining against him, needing release. After licking off every bit of cream, he finally speared her gaping pussy with his hot tongue.

"Gaaahhh!!" Laura screamed, convulsing over and over, stars burst behind her eyes, but he didn't allow her to cum.

He put his lips to her gaping cunt and sucked out her cream like a vacuum. She was so juicy and sweet. He was so addicted to her honey. It was too much. Laura thrashed on the bed, trying to get away. The feeling was too intense. But he would have none of it. His hands locked on her hips to keep her still and proceeded to eat his fill.

Finally, when he had sucked up every drop of cream her body had to give, Dalton flipped her onto her stomach. She tried to crawl away, but he slapped her ass.

"Yes, keep that sweet ass up, just like that." He slipped a wedge under her. "This way, you don't have to worry about keeping your ass in the air."

Her cunt was glistening with juice again, so he lapped it up, refraining from sticking his tongue into her hole. He slapped her ass again, and more juice glistened. He knew she would never admit it to him, but his mastery over her body was a turn on for her. Her body responded beautifully when he got aggressive.

Finally, his cock and his testes were telling him it was time to stop fooling around. His cock was hard to the point of pain. Pre-cum was a big glob on the head. His balls were as hard as his cock. He took hold of his engorged member and rubbed it against her gaping cunt.

The vibrations on the clit clamp sent shockwaves all the way down to his balls. He teased her cunt over and over. For each time he slipped his dick in, he would slap her ass when she squirmed for more penetration. He teased her over and over, until his cock was seated all the way into her hot pussy. Her greedy cunt sucked at his dick for all it was worth.

The pace was pure torture for Laura. She needed to cum! She was slowly going insane from the deprivation of having an orgasm. Her body temperature rose higher and higher each time he shoved his cock all the way rubbed against her cervix.

"Please, Dalton, I need to cum," she moaned deliriously.

"How do you want it?"

"Faster..." she begged.

He pumped faster but didn't go all the way. He was purposefully making this difficult for her, she thought. Fine, she was too needy to care what she said anymore.

"Fuck me faster, harder!" He did. "Stick your dick all the way in!" He slammed into her and his dick hit her cervix over and over. "Yesss!" "Max out the vibrations!" He turned the clamps to full power, and her body rocked with the onslaught.

Dalton watched her ass open and close with her exertions. It was just too tempting. He picked up the dildo and slathered on gel. Then he slowly worked it into her tight hole, sliding it in, all the way to the base.

Then he turned it on and pumped her ass with the dildo while he pumped her pussy with his dick. I'm gonna die of pleasure, thought Laura, realizing she actually needed the dildo in her ass too. This one was bigger than the last one he had used. Her nether regions had never felt so full. His constant pumping in both orifices, along with the vibrations, was driving her insane.

"Harder, please pump me harder! Please, Dalton! Please let me cum!" she cried.

This was what he was waiting for. His balls contracted, ready to release.

"NOW LAURA! Come NOW!" he shouted, and he swept his hand down so his fingers could pull on her clit.

"DALTON!!!" screamed Laura, as she convulsed from waves of pleasure. His name on her lips was music ever to his ears.

Her climax blew through her like a fireball, from the bottom of her feet to the top of her head. His seed burst from his dick and sprayed the walls of her vagina, causing her pussy to clench.

Another orgasm rolled through her, even before the first one had subsided, so intense and mind-numbing, it was all she could do to hold on to consciousness. Her mind emptied of all thoughts, except the feeling of pure pleasure rolling through her.

Dalton kept pumping until his sacs were empty. His release was so intense, it was almost painful. It was all he could do not to fall on his face. Finally, his cock softened to where it slipped out of her pussy, and he had enough frame of mind to turn off the vibrating clamps. He fell onto the bed, next to her, pulling her against him. She had fallen asleep before her body had finished cooling down.

When his heart rate finally returned to normal, he was amazed at how the sex just got better and better each time he fucked Laura. All he wanted was her. He had been with other women, of course, but only few of them had given him any gratification.

He couldn't let himself think of this was anything other than sex. Feelings were not supposed to be involved. Fucking Laura and controlling her sexual pleasure were only the stepping stones to his ultimate revenge.

The fact that she responded so beautifully to each of his sexual fantasies was an added bonus. He knew she was a strong woman, but he had been worried that he would end up with a watering pot on his hands.

Finally exhausted from all the thoughts running through his mind, he succumbed to the sweet oblivilon of sleep. He had a few more days with her.



Forget Me Not Ch. 11



Laura woke to the sound of growling. On high alert, she quickly sat up and looked around to find the source of the growls. But she couldn't see anything. She started to panic, but then realized that the eye mask was still on her head. 

Grrrrr - from her stomach. A snicker burst out from her, making her giggle hysterically. She slipped off the mask, bringing her eyes into contact with the light. Gaaahh! Those things were bright! And damn did she need to do her business!

She rolled off the bed and ran for the bathroom. She wanted some alone time before Dalton awoke. Yes! A door! She locked herself in so Dalton wouldn't be able to come in and interrupt her this time. After using the toilet, she ran the water as hot as she could tolerate.

She slowly washed herself, enjoying the massaging shower heads. Her skin was still sensitive from all that sexual tension yesterday. Thank goodness he finally let her cum. She shivered from the remember pleasure that had finally swept through her, leaving her empty and wrung out.

She stood under the water so long, the water started cooling. Ooops! She used up all the hot water. Getting out of the shower, she couldn't hold back the snicker. Dalton was doing to have to deal with a cold shower if he wanted one. Since no one besides Dalton was going to see her anyway, Laura just brushed her teeth and plaited her hair. So far, she hadn't heard any noise from outside, so she couldn't tell if Dalton was awake yet.

Wrapping the towel around herself, she slowly opened the bathroom door, not know what to expect on the other side. She came further out and saw that Dalton was still sleeping. Wow! She didn't think he slept so soundly.

She stood there for a few minutes, just taking him in. He really was a beautiful male specimen. Too bad he was so arrogant and controlling. If it weren't for the fact that she was his hostage, she would have gotten back in bed and teased him awake.

Her stomach growled again, reminding her that it still needed food. Well, she wasn't going to walk around naked anymore, if she could help it. She went to his closet and pulled out one of his t-shirts. It was so big, it fell almost to her knees. Suited her just fine. After their late night sex, she needed food. She went to the kitchen and started breakfast. She wasn't the best cook, but she could put a simple meal together.

Dalton woke to the smell of coffee and eggs. Damn! He had slept so late she was making her own food now. He wanted rush into the kitchen and see what she was doing, but he needed to answer nature's call first. And get himself cleaned up, as he got up and smelled himself.

When he finally walked into the kitchen, she'd already finished putting breakfast together. He scowled when he saw that she had pulled on one of his t-shirts. That wasn't the problem. He just didn't want her covered up. Period. He was getting used to seeing her naked all the time.

Oh well, he would get her naked again in no time. But since she was covered up, he wouldn't be walking around with a constant hard on.

"I was hungry, and I thought you might be too. So I've put breakfast together," said Laura nervously. "Have a seat, and we can start."

Dalton pulled out her chair for her, then sat down. Well, the omelets looked good. She'd even made French toast. The coffee was almost as good as his, with just a bit of sugar. They ate in silence. The food tasted as good as it looked. He shouldn't have been surprised. Laura was never one to do things half way.

When they had both appeased their hunger, Dalton cleared the table. Laura didn't bother getting up, since she knew he wouldn't want her help. It was going on ten o'clock now. She didn't exactly want to end up back in bed. How to broach the question of going outside? Hmmm... She didn't want to say anything that would raise his hackles. He'd probably throw her back in the dungeon. That would not do.

"Since you gave me the inside tour last night," started Laura, as Dalton swung his eyes to hers. "Can you show me the outside today?"

He just narrowed his eyes at her. Shit, she thought.

"Please?? We've been in the house since you brought me back. I just want to see what else you've done with your property."

What harm could it do, he thought. He was starting to feel claustrophobic anyway. And HE had been outside since he brought her back. She WAS starting to look jaundice. He made her wait on his answer while he finished cleaning up the kitchen. She was starting to get impatient, but she had to hold her tongue. He hadn't exactly said no yet.

When everything was cleaned up, Dalton went and opened the French doors. Laura didn't want to be presumptuous, so she just sat, waiting for his directive.

"Well, come on," said Dalton, impatiently, "you wanted to go outside."

Laura wanted to jump for joy, but she made herself just smile and join him at the door. His sandals were outside the door, so he let her use them, while he went barefoot. Her feet had to be more sensitive than his.

Oh... the wonderful sunshine. There was just enough breeze to tone down the heat of the sun on her skin. She took a deep breath. It felt wonderful. Laura walked from one end of the deck to the other, taking in the landscape as far as she could see.

The gardens below the deck were beautiful. The focal point was a huge thorn laurel in the center, with different varieties of forget-me-nots radiating from the center out. To the left, where the garden stopped, was an Olympic sized pool, with a guest house at the other end. To the right, there was a big building (hopefully, the garage). She had to make sure.

Laura turned and looked askance at Dalton. He sighed... Of course, shouldn't have expected her to be content to look from the deck. He held out his hand and she took it. They walked down the steps and onto a path of beautifully laid out stepping stones. She was so glad that he actually answered her questions. There were many questions swimming through her mind, but she only asked the ones that she hoped wouldn't make him suspicious.

Laura had guessed correctly that the building was the garage, but he wouldn't let her inside. Damn, there was no way she could make certain her car was housed in there. She heard a nicker and turned to find the source. Oh... he had horses. 

Now she could see that there was a white fence that ran the whole length of his property, farther than what she could see. The gravel drive split the front property from the house. There was enough space for the horses to romp to their hearts' content.

"They're beautiful," she breathed. "I didn't know you liked horses."

"Aren't they? I didn't know either, until I attended a race at the Belmont Stakes."

"These are race horses?"

"Only the black one and the dapple gray. The others are for my pleasure."

"What are their names," asked Laura, really interested.

"Midnight Dream and Forget Me Not," replied Dalton.

Laura looked at him sharply. Something niggled at the back of her mind, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Play it cool, she told herself.

"What are the others'?"

"Silver Lining, Fool's Gold, and Princess."

What interesting names, thought Laura. "Can I meet them?"

"Not today," replied Dalton.

"Who takes care of them? I'm sure they must need to be ridden every day."

"I have hands who come in to exercise them and take care of the stalls. Midnight Dream and Forget Me Not are taken to the tracks afterwards."

Darn him! He wasn't about to give her the exact schedules of his people. If she could only find out when they came around, she could get help. He led her around to the guest house, then continued around to the backyard once more. She could hear water gurgling - and not from the pool. As he led her beyond the gardens, the sound became clearer.

"Why, there's a brook back here!" Laura exclaimed. "This is so perfect! Is this natural, or did you have it made?"

"It's natural. It a little run off from the lake up there," explained Dalton, pointing towards the direction of the lake.

Beyond the brook was the forest. It wasn't so dense that the sunlight couldn't filter through. Well, either way I go, I should be able to reach somewhere I can get help, she thought.

"How did you find such a perfect place?" asked Laura.

"Connections," he responded with an enigmatic smile.

He is soooo exasperating! fumed Laura. She couldn't come right out and ask where they were, exactly, but Laura could tell from the rolling hills and the smell in the air, they were still in the California bay area.

She had bought her condo in the suburbs of San Francisco six years ago. From how well this place was set up, she wouldn't be surprised if he had bought this land soon after. He had been following her for a long time. She didn't know if she should be flattered or scared. Well, she knew the general layout of his property now. If only she knew for certain her car was here. Or where Dalton kept his own keys. It would serve him right if she took one of his cars! 

"Well, enough sight-seeing for the day," growled Dalton. "Time to go back in. I don't want you to get sunburned."

Laura meekly complied and allowed him to draw her back to the deck. No use protesting. He'd probably sling her over his shoulders and haul her back to the dungeon. When they were back on the deck, Laura pulled him towards the seats.

"Can we sit here for a few minutes?" she asked.

Dalton had no problem with her request. Watching her out here had given him ideas, and he intended to act on every one of them, one at a time. Each time the wind blew, he could see her outline. Her firm breasts, which swung with every step she took. Watching her nipples pucker from the cool wind made his mouth water. The way the wind molded his shirt into her buttocks and her crotch made him want to fling her onto the ground and fuck the breath out of her.

Knowing that she didn't have any underwear on, it was all he could to not to rub his cock against her ass, as he followed her to the deck seats. She started to sit down, but he sat first, pulling her onto his lap. Now she could feel his turgid member.

"How -"

He cut her off, kissing her voraciously, plunging his tongue into her mouth. He kissed her until she started feeling light-headed from lack of oxygen. Giving her bottom lip one last hard suck, he started licking and nipping his way down, sucking hard enough to leave a ring of hickeys around her throat. His right arm kept hold of her, while his left hand kneaded and pulled at her breasts. He finally made it down to her breasts, where he sucked her nipples through the shirt.

Dalton could feel her pussy juices wet his pants where she sat. His cock surged even more. More, he needed more. He lowered her onto the bench and followed, leaning over her. His mouth never strayed from her delicious skin. He nipped his way down her thighs.

The smell of her arousal was better than any aphrodisiac. He pulled at his t-shirt covering her, rending it in half. Now he could see all of her glowing in the sun. Without warning, he plunged two fingers into her tight pussy.

"Unhhhh!" moaned Laura, trying to retreat from his invading fingers.

But he held her outer leg in place, as his fingers pumped her pussy, giving her pleasure and pain at the same time.

"No, not out here," protested Laura, using her legs to push away from him.

She managed a few inches and tried to roll off the bench. He fisted his hand in her hair, effectively keeping her in place. Then he ruthlessly spread her legs open and plunged his fingers back into her pussy.

Laura couldn't help but moan in pleasure as his fingers pumped her pussy until her juices had wet his whole hand, all the while his mouth worked at her breasts, biting and sucking at them till they were tender. When her hips finally rose to meet his thrusting fingers, he took his fingers out and hooked her legs around his shoulders.

"I will do to you whatever I want, whenever I want, where ever I want," Dalton said hotly. "Don't try to deny me again!"

Then he went down on her pussy. He licked and nipped and sucked and even bit her pussy. He's truly eating my pussy, thought Laura deliriously. She was shocked at how animalistic he had become.

Even though she hadn't wanted to do this out in the open where anyone could see them, her body was betraying her. Dalton's constant sucking at her clit and tonguing her pussy was winding her up tighter and tighter. Hopefully, he wasn't going to punish her as he did before. She didn't know what she would do if he denied her release this time.

"Cum, Laura! NOW!" commanded Dalton, as he sucked hard on her clit.

"GAAAAHHH!" screamed Laura, as her climax tore through her, sending several birds into flight.

When her body bowed up and her legs threatened to squeeze the life out of him, Dalton finally released his cock from confinement. Before her body totally relaxed from her orgasm, he lowered her and plunged his aching cock into her hot channel.

Her pussy grabbed hold of his cock and sucked at it greedily. Raising her up, he pumped deep, making his balls slap into her ass. He ground his cock into her, as far as he could go. His balls tightened, ready to release their load. Answering their demands, he pumped her harder and faster than ever.

"Again, Laura," he rasped.

Another orgasm swept through her as he felt his cum explode into her greedy vagina. He could feel glob after glob of semen fill her hole. After such an intense release, he just slumped on top of her, as they both tried to catch their breaths.

When Dalton could feel his bones solidify again, he sat up and pulled Laura onto his lap. Just holding her in his arms and breathing in her scent, he felt more at peace than he had in a long time. What was this feeling of tenderness? It had only been a week. She couldn't be worming her way into his heart again. It was just guilt for taking her so roughly.

Laura was baffled. How could he go from congenial, to animalistic, back to tender in such a short time? Was he bi-polar? Whatever, she was just here for his pleasure. She had to get out before she became too complacent and lost herself altogether.

If only he would talk to her, she would understand why he had kidnapped her. Somehow he blamed her for something, but she doubted he would give her a straight answer. He had answered all other questions, but personal ones were off limit. She couldn't fool herself that this was an actual relationship.



Forget Me Not Ch. 12



Dimly, they could both hear a car coming down the gravel road. Laura sat up, alert and ready to beg rescue from whomever was coming down the drive. Shit, thought Dalton, who the hell is coming at this time of day?

He quickly stood up and pulled Laura into the house. Stumbling after him, Laura tried to hold back as much as she could, without being obvious, but he just tugged her along. Dalton couldn't let whomever it was, catch him with Laura in his house. He couldn't take the chance of them recognizing her. Good thing he had cleaned everything up. He pulled Laura into the elevator.

"No!" she protested. "You can't take me back down there!"

"Sorry, but I can't take the chance of anyone recognizing you."

The doorbell pealed.

Dammit, thought Dalton, I don't have enough time to get her settled down there. He pulled her back out of the elevator and started down the hall. The bell rang again. He pushed her onto the sofa.

"Stay here! I'll come get you after I get rid of whomever decided to pay me a visit." 

"I thought you said no one came here without an invitation," said Laura sweetly, although she was fuming inside.

"There are few people who dare come unannounced," replied Dalton angrily.

Cursing a blue streak, he marched to the door, ready to chew out whomever had the gall to come to his home unannounced. He threw open the door, only to find James about to ring the bell again. James was his best friend. One of the few who stuck with him through thick and thin. It was thanks to James that Dalton was enjoying his current lifestyle.

"What are you doing here," Dalton growled.

"Well, good afternoon to you too, Sunshine. I see you've forgotten what day it is," said James cheerfully. "Do you not remember we're supposed to go to this bachelor auction thing your mother set up for a fundraiser?"

"Shit! It's tonight?" asked Dalton, raking his hand through his hair.

"Yes... so go get yourself put together already. I tried calling you several times, but you didn't pick up. I just came by on the off chance you were home, and we could go together."

Dalton thought about backing out and telling James to go himself, but he didn't want to let his mom down. Besides, he'd never hear the end of it, since he'd reluctantly agreed to be one of the bachelors in the auction.

He couldn't back out on James, since he had bribed James into participating with him. What was he going to do with Laura? He couldn't leave her home alone. She was smart enough to find a way to escape. No help for it now.

"Well, are you going to let me in?" asked James.

Dalton sighed and stepped back from the door so James could enter. They both walked into the living room where Dalton had deposited Laura. Laura stood up and James stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her. Knowing that Laura would start requesting help from James any second, Dalton ran his hand up her arm and gripped her nape.

"Oh my God!" exclaimed James. "Is that you, Laura? What are you doing here?" He looked at Dalton. "Are you two an item again?"

Laura was so shocked she didn't have words for a minute. When she opened her mouth in denial and start her quest for help, Dalton squeezed her neck painfully.

"I met up with her a couple days ago, and she's been here since," replied Dalton. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll be back in a few. Then we can go."

James just stared at them, as Dalton walked Laura down the hall to the bedroom. He was still shell shocked. Of course, he knew Laura was in the bay area; but Dalton had never made any noise about her, so James just assumed Dalton didn't want anything to do with her anymore.

Who is he? thought Laura. I should know him. He looks so damn familiar. Her memory had always been good. Why was it failing her now? The more she tried to rack her memory, the further his image retreated. She gave up, focusing on Dalton instead. He had locked the door when they entered. He went to the closet and started pulling things out.

"I don't have much time, so listen up. You are going with us. If you say one word of our situation to him or anyone else, I'll make you sorry."

"What?" exclaimed Laura, "I am not going anywhere in public with you! Do you forget you have my stuff locked away? How do you expect me to go anywhere without clothes, shoes, or makeup?"

Dalton threw a bag on the bed, revealing all her things, and lifted a brow. Laura was elated, but she couldn't let it show.

"I don't have anything to do my hair."

"How you had it when I took you is fine. Hurry up, or I'll dress you myself."

Laura shot him a look of pure exasperation, but proceeded to take off the t-shirt and get herself into her own clothes while he got himself dressed. She found everything but her panties. Knowing him, he wouldn't produce them just because she asked. Unfortunately, her makeup only consisted of one lip gloss, lipstick, powder, and blush. Good thing she had thrown the tube of lipstick in just before she left her house.

When Dalton came out of the bathroom, Laura lost her breath. There hadn't been any occasion to dress up, so he'd only been in jeans and sweats this whole time. Damn he cleaned up nice. What was it with women who were attracted to well-dressed men?

Dalton raise a brow, "Like what you see?"

Startled, she ran for the bathroom, intent on shutting and locking the door.

"Don't close the door," said Dalton.

No telling what he would do, so she left the door open. After using the toilet, she fixed her face up as best as she could, then brushed her hair and secured it with the claw.

Dalton went into the bathroom and saw her as she had been the night he took her. It was all he do to keep himself from ripping everything off and fuck her senseless. No time for that though. James was waiting. He wet a washcloth.

"Hike up your dress," demanded Dalton.

"What?!"

"Just do it."

When Laura pulled her dress hem high enough, Dalton knelt and spread her legs, then thoroughly cleaned her pussy while she leaned against the sink. It was evocative enough where Laura felt herself getting wet – and not from the damp towel. 

Unable to help himself once he smelled her arousal, Dalton gave her cunt a thorough licking, lapping up whatever juices it produced. While he sucked her clit, almost to the point of pain, he slipped the pleasure balls into her pussy and stuck a butt plug into her ass.

Laura sucked in a breath, as the balls bounced off each other and sent waves of pleasure throughout her system.

"You can't be serious," she panted.

"Quite serious," he replied with satisfaction, as he settled her dress about her. "I know you're thinking this is your chance to escape me. You will behave yourself and not mention any of this to anyone, or I'll make you sorry."

"How would you like to have an orgasm in public?" he asked, when she looked mutinous. "If you try to take any of these out, I will know. And the result won't be pleasurable."

When she still looked rebellious, Dalton reached into his pocket and turned everything on. Everything vibrated all at once, and Laura had to grab on to the sink, before she collapsed in mindless pleasure. Dalton turned it off, and she could think again. Damn the man! He couldn't leave anything to chance.

"This is a charitable auction my mother is co-hosting. You will bid on me, and me only, at whatever price. Are you ready now?" asked Dalton.

"Yes," Laura answered, with gritted teeth.

Dalton took her arm, and they went to join James. Laura wondered how she was going to last the night. The plug teased her ass, with every step she took, and the balls bounced around, sending waves throughout.

James stood when he saw them. Damn, she is beautiful, he thought. Even Dalton looked more relaxed that he had in years. He felt guilty for his part in their separation, but at least they were together again. And her old man wasn't around anymore, though her mother was a veritable bitch.

Laura avoided looking at Dalton, concentrating on his friend. He knew who she was, but even more telling, he had used her name in surprise. That meant he somehow knew her personally. Finally, something clicked.

"James! You're James Leighton," exclaimed Laura.

"Guilty," he replied.

"You –"

"Let's go," interrupted Dalton. "No time for reminiscing."

"But –"

He pulled her out and bundled her into the waiting limo before she could say anything more. James released a sigh of relief. He really didn't want to rehash the past just now.