4 comments/ 22001 views/ 2 favorites Come and Get Me Ch. 01 By: Amela I was watching television when it all happened. There was a show, a reality show to be exact, where twenty people were thrown into an apartment together. People like myself would sit on our couches and watch the madness play out. Girls would scream, guys would beat the others head in and, in the end; everyone would have sex at least once. It's almost like watching a channel all about animals and their habits… As I sat completely engrossed in the show, there was a person sneaking into the house. I didn't hear it happening, of course, because the television was turned up too loud. However, when I felt that cold piece of metal tickle my throat, there was no doubt in my mind that a person was standing behind the couch. It was frightening and I made sure not to move. What would happen if there was even the slightest movement? Would blood begin gushing from my neck, bringing me to a slow and agonizing death? Who knows… I could hear them breathing behind me. It was slow and steady, compared to what it was 'supposed' to be. I thought the perp would be heaving with the adrenaline of such an event. But those were amateurs; this person must be a seasoned burglar. "There is cash in the top drawer in the kitchen. You'll have to move some towels but there's six-hundred dollars for the taking." My eyes remained locked on the screen. I had lost track of what was going on in their scripted television land. It seemed as if the intruder was pondering something. After a minute or so, they laughed. It was low and daunting. I had to keep my body from rattling with shivers. The hair above my right ear moved. I could feel their breath tickle down the side of my neck. "If I wanted money, I would've taken it and been gone by now, sweets." A man. Most definitely a man. I had suspected it already, though. I mean, why would a woman want to break in and not have sliced my throat by now? "Then leave." It was a bold, very bold statement and command. But it seemed to work, if only a little. The weapon left my skin and I stayed put. "I won't do that." He shoes thumped against the floor. He was moving to my left but I dare not steal a glance. "Why not? If money is not what you desire, then leave." Did that even make sense? He'd have to kill me before I obliged other requests, though. It went silent in the room. All but the television, at least. Then there was the sound of a click from my left. I didn't have any lights on and the room went dark. He had turned off the TV. I was blind now. Being blind for a few moments could be very detrimental. I waited for his shoes to boom through the room once more. The seconds ticked through my mind. One Mississippi, Two Mississippi, Three Mississippi….Seventy Mississippi….One hundred twenty Mississippi…. This was becoming maddening! It'd only been two minutes! "What do you want?!" The world seemed to shake. I didn't think it'd sound as loud as it did. His chuckle steadied the surroundings once more. "You will find out soon enough. Keep countin' those Mississippi's all the way to three-hundred and then the fun will begin." He spoke the last syllable and, again, the room fell silent. What was I at now? Two-hundred? Okay, let's go from that… Two-hundred one Mississippi… Two-hundred ten Mississippi… Two-hundred fifty Mississippi…Was I beginning to skip numbers? Or was time flying by? Two-hundred eighty Mississippi Two-hundred ninety Mississippi… Two-hundred ninety-one Mississippi "Nine…" He almost made me lose count. Two-hundred ninety-two Mississippi "Eight…" Two-hundred ninety-three Mississippi "Seven…" Two-hundred ninety-four Mississippi "Six…" Two-hundred ninety-five Mississippi "Five…" Two-hundred ninety-six Mississippi "Four…" Two-hundred ninety-seven Mississippi "Three…" Two-hundred…ninet…y-eight Missis…sippi. "T…wo…" What's happening now? Two…hundred…ninety-ni…ne Missi…ssippi "One…" My body fell to the right while my eyes spun to the left. I was very dizzy. Why was I so dizzy? The sound of his shoes clunking against the floor only made the disorientation worse. He was standing in front of me now. His hands were moving. Something came out of his right pocket. A plastic bag of sorts? ~~~~~ She was tied nice and secure now. I am thoroughly shocked as to how perfectly the evening is going at the moment. She didn't notice it but ethchlorvynol coated the knife that pressed against her neck earlier. I created a small incision, allowing the substance to creep into her bloodstream. The counting down, or up for her, was more for my amusement than anything. The poor thing now slept peacefully on her bed. She was easy to carry up the stairs and situate into the position I desired. I brought some soft rope with me and took extra precautions so her wrists would not chafe. Or maybe I should leave an injury behind, she may like to be reminded of this evenings' activities in the future. While most people would have slipped her clothes off by now, I decided to leave them be. There was always a sexy aspect of seeing her hint of belly skin peeking out from the hem of a tank-top. It was enticing me. She was enticing me. However, unknowingly. I brought a chair to the end of her bed and sat, quietly. I left her legs unbound. She may need those to wrap around my waist later on. She must be dreaming of something exciting. Maybe images of what had just happened were flashing through her mind. Or maybe she was thinking of 'happy memories' in order to keep her consciousness intact. Either way, her chest rose and fell with heavy breathing. With each intake of air, the tank-top would rise further up her belly, exposing more of its delectable skin to my gaze. And she would exhale, covering the beauty once more. I was waiting for her to wake up before continuing the experience. It would be rude of me to have all the fun. I wanted her to enjoy the same rush that would undoubtedly overwhelm the atmosphere. Seconds ticked through my head. One Mississippi…Ten Mississippi…and so on. By four-hundred seventy-three, she began to stir. By the gods, she was gorgeous. I made sure to place her in a direct beam of the pale moon light. It magnified the paleness of her skin beautifully. She'd always been a fair skinned female. The contrast did wonders for her black hair and stunning green eyes. She was a natural beauty, at that. She didn't need hair dye or colored contact lenses, she knew she looked great. But she never acted with arrogance or superiority. She's a confident, strong-willed yet modest and shy girl. And this is why I'm here. ~~~~~ My head hurt. The headache was brutal and it was hard to move my limbs. My arms were falling asleep and I tried to bring them down, hoping to get some circulation through the veins. When they didn't respond, I had to open my eyes. The first image that registered was the color and texture of the ceiling in my room. We had popcorn textured ceilings, painted beige for a warm feeling. Leaning my head back, I also began to realize that I was in my bed. And then I saw my wrists bound together at the railing. My eyes widened and panic welled up in my chest. Then, like every fool in a horror movie, I began struggling, only succeeding in painfully jostling the joints. What was going on? Yes, I do remember the burglar. That he moved to the side of couch. Television off. Counting down, or up for me, to three-hundred and then….out. I had gone cold. And now, because of my stupidity, I'm restrained in my own bed! Figuring my struggles were fruitless, I looked around more. Moonlight stung my eyes and I had to regain my sight for the second time that evening. To the right, nothing. The moon was at my left and there was no looming figure where my wrists were bound. The end of the bed remained unchecked. Using my neck muscles, I strained lean up. Sure enough, the man sat motionless by my feet. What was he doing? Wasn't I supposed to be dead by now? Or ravaged? Something? "You've finally awoken." He spoke strangely. Who uses 'awoken' anymore? "Yes, I have. How kind of you to notice." I wanted to drop my head back down to the mattress and return to dreamland. But I knew if I took my eyes off of him for even a split second, he may do something quite terrible. "Sharp tongue. Is it that you feel more arrogant when tied down?" His silhouette shifted. "Defense mechanism, I suppose." Only briefly did I turn my eyes back to the ropes, trying to figure a way to get out. "You won't free yourself unless I allow it." He stood. I kept a hard gaze on his moving shadow. What were his plans now? He obviously wanted me awake for what was to happen next. "Dear Lucia, we are going to have ourselves an interesting night." The muscles in my stomach clenched and I tried to squirm away as his hand splayed over my tank-top. He gave my tummy a soft squeeze as he bent down. I met his gaze dead-on. Out of everything, his eyes would not faze me. I knew how to play this game all too well. "Tell me your name." Our gazes locked and steadied. "Alistair." The moonlight accentuated his grin. Every muscle in my body tightened. Come and Get Me Ch. 02 We kept the heated battle between our eyes going for, at least, five minutes. Luckily, it didn't appear that either of us minded. Her eyes were absolute jewels. Some higher creature placed perfect little emeralds around her black pupils and, for all I care, they're the epitome of beauty. My hand stayed firm on her taut belly. She was wiggling, trying her hardest to break free of my touch. But that wouldn't happen. I tied her in such a way that she could move enough to be decently comfortable but couldn't escape from what I planned to do. I can understand her fear, her anxiety of what is to come and, surely, her growing excitement of what was happening. After a couple more drawn out minutes, a fun thought popped into my head. Our gazes broke and she instantly became nervous. Apparently I had expressed my new found thought. She was likely piecing two and two together. She was bound to the bed, my hand lay still, for now, on her stomach and she was vulnerable to any of my wishes. "Don't." Her word was spoken through clenched teeth. Yes, she most definitely had an inkling of what I was going to do. I smiled in response. She wouldn't be able to prevent it and I was having fun daunting her. We looked at my hand in unison. I heard her breath slow and it appeared to be she was trying to hold it in. The muscles beneath the tank-top tightened. Too bad, though, because it wouldn't help. The skin is what I'm after. Inching her top up with the tips of my fingers, I gradually began to expose her pale complexion to the moonlight. She was breathing now, frantically almost. I continued with the little exploration. However, in total, my movements - the moving of my head and the rising of her tank-top - had maybe amounted to twelve inches, the head inclining being the majority. "Don't, I said." She tried once again to command my movements. She wouldn't win just yet. The hem of the top came to the bottom of her bra, where I proceeded to tuck the fabric. She wiggled once more and I stilled my hand on her bare flesh. She was warm, despite the numerous goosebumps appearing along her skin. I noticed her back arch ever so slightly. Was she trying to press into my touch? Or was it her body merely reacting to the unstoppable shivers racing along her spine? "Now, prepare yourself." I gave her a few seconds to register my words. We wouldn't want her going into shock, now. Quickly, she sucked in more than enough air and once again tightened her muscles. Still, it wouldn't help. Grinning, I gave her stomach a firm squeeze, each of my fingertips applying pressure to specific points. She jumped. ~~~~~ Damn! It! If it weren't for that stupid rope binding my wrists together, I'd of taken this sick man down my now. Well, even though my hands aren't of any use, I could use my legs to kick him a bit. Right? Wrong! What was it about this man's hand being on my stomach that total immobilized my body? It's absolutely annoying when someone knows more about your body than you. I knew what he was going to do with than hand of his when the thought crossed his mind. I wasn't happy when I realized what was going to happen. The worst part was that I couldn't do a thing. When he exposed the skin of my stomach, a rush of cold air seemed to freeze my core. And then his hand positioned just perfectly. How'd he know of these spots? I wanted to prepare for what was to come next. I didn't want him to get the best of me. So I sucked in a good amount of air and firmed up the muscles. Maybe it would lessen the impact. And then he squeezed my stomach. I couldn't help it, my body just jumped of its own accord! The saved up air rushed from my lungs and everything tightened. My toes curled and I pressed my lips tight together. He would not get a response from me! ~~~~~ She'd always been so incredibly ticklish. I'd conversed with her father once before and he'd spilled innocent secrets to me about her more sensitive areas. He'd described there were five points on her belly that would elicit the most reaction. Those points were placed in such a way that my fingertips fit comfortably on her stomach. It made it very easy to dominate her most delicate sense. Squeezing once more, I managed to get a squeak and sharp intake of breath. Her legs pressed together and I was sure she wanted to curl into a ball to escape the sensations. Her cute mouth was tightly closed as she tried to keep any noises from escaping. But that wouldn't last long. Not at all. Another squeeze, a bit of a groan boomed through the room. ~~~~~ He was winning now. I didn't want him too, but he was. It wasn't at all fair. Here I am, bound, vulnerable and he knows secrets about me not even told to my best friends. My composure was cracking. I had squeaked and groaned and the next step was, at least, a smile or chuckle. Another rush of laughter went through my chest and my lips curled into a painful smile. My teeth were completely exposed now and I had to stop myself from laughing. Again he teased my stomach and, this time, a loud laugh broke all strained silence in the room. Damn! It! ~~~~~ Now that's what I was going for! With both hands now, I gripped her sides and gave each a firm squeeze, both of my thumbs still on a couple of those precious tickle points. Her body shook and she erupted with laughter. I couldn't help but smile and chuckle a little myself. Whether she wanted to or not, she was thoroughly enjoying the onslaught of tickles. She hasn't been tickled like a child since she was in late middle school. It had been a few minutes now and my hands had ravaged her entire torso. Besides her ribs and stomach, there wasn't much else she was incredibly sensitive. Well, maybe there were still a couple special spots... When she began panting heavily and her laughing had become deranged, I stopped. She closed her eyes and relaxed her cheek muscles, her breaths coming out in deep strokes. "Cruel." She wiped some tears on the sheets of her bed but a soft smile continued to linger on her mouth. "No, not really." Come and Get Me Ch. 03 How'd he know I was ticklish? And in such specific spots, too! I meant what I said. He's cruel. There was no way around that... We sat on the bed, motionless, for quite some time. Or, at least, it seemed like it. I was panting, now I'm breathing normal. He was smiling, now he's serious again. What's with this man? Come on! Have your way with me, do what you want to do and leave. That's it. Wham. Bam. Thank you ma'am. ~~~~~ So now I'm taunting her. She didn't know what I was going to do next. Hell, I barely even knew. But this I'm sure; our skin would make contact again. Soon. Lifting my hand from her belly, I used the momentum to push my body off the bed. Standing above her, I had a nice view of what her laughter has done. Her eyes were still watering slightly and her cheeks were a rosy color, making it appear as if she was blushing. Through the minor movements, her shirt and bra migrated upwards, exposing the bottoms of her breasts to my view. The skin oozed out deliciously. Made me want to ravish her. Yes, here. Now. Right now. ~~~~~ A low growl rumbled from the man now towering above me. He made no movements except for his chest rising and falling from heavy breaths. What could he be thinking? Plotting? We waited long minutes. Me, staring questioningly at him. Him, piecing scenarios in his mind. One minute... Two minutes... Three minutes... And then he moved. He dropped his hand back down to my stomach. Was he planning another tickle attack? No, that'd be too obvious. Not enough torture would come from that anymore. As if his hand was some sort of freaky spider, it began making its way toward my chest. One finger at a time, he edged his touch up and up. Then, shivers raced painfully along my back, causing my body to bow towards the ceiling. "I haven't even done anything..." He chuckled. "You're touching me. That is something." I tried to put up a hard front. Maybe that could faze him a little. "Yes." He bent down and placed a kiss near my collar bone, "I suppose it is." ~~~~~ Using my index finger, I gently edged the fabrics of her bra and tank-top up. The moonlight caught the color of her skin wonderfully. Like a porcelain doll. A bound, vulnerable and majorly unwilling porcelain doll. All mine for the taking. She gasped and shook when her clothes slid over the tip of her nipples. Yes, this would be fun. I took her breast in my hand and gave it a firm squeeze, eliciting a yelp from my cute captive. Her left breast oozed between my fingers, her nipple peeking between my middle and ring digits. Glancing to her face, she showed an expression of pained enjoyment. It caused me to smile, if only a little. Through her distraction, I took the opportunity to straddle her form, placing my legs on each side of her hips. It didn't seem to stun her too much. Then, bending at the waist, I moistened my lips with an eager tongue and engulfed her delicate nipple in my mouth. ~~~~~ The sensation was frightening. My heart froze and breath caught in the back of my throat. My fingers dug into the binding ropes and I was almost positive that my hands were bleeding. Strangely, there was a feeling of warmth spreading through my chest soon after he sucked in my breast. How nauseating... His teeth grazed the tender place at the tip of the nipple, sparking a small scream from me. My back arched further, pushing my body into his. This was demeaning. Absolutely, one hundred percent horribly demoralizing towards me. How would he feel if I were on top, taking over his completely vulnerable state? Well...that's a stupid question. ~~~~~ While part of my attention focused on her chest, another part delved into thoughts of what the space between her thighs must feel like. Would there be hair? ...Or were her lips smooth? When gazed upon, would her labia majora be fluffy and cloaking the mystery beyond? ...Or would I be able to see her labia minora flowering before my eyes? Would she smell and taste sweet? ...Or would she produce a taste not yet known by man? When touched, licked, nipped and teased, would she jump, squeal, moan and cry for more? ...Or would she whimper, struggle, whine and curse my name to infinity? Would she let me gently pierce her thin membrane with my surely raging manhood? ...Or would her knees lock together and completely block us from indescribable pleasure? A squeal shook me from my pondering. I looked at her face and registered the problem. Inside my mouth was a metallic, coppery taste. Realizing the source, I relaxed my jaw and pulled back, releasing her breast. Her nipple was not only pink from my attention but red from the blood drawn by my teeth. Tiny tear drops slicked down her face. "I'm really sorry." I was filled with embarrassment and pain. "It won't happen again. Promise." "Tch, whatever." She sniffled and removed the tears. "Don't worry, I'll take away the pain..." ~~~~~ Geez, that really hurt. Is this what it feels like to breast feed? My thoughts wandered as I tried not to think of my now painfully throbbing nipple. This man was seriously going to pay! "Don't worry, I'll take away the pain..." He said. I didn't like it. I didn't like how I didn't know what he was planning to do. Then the bed shifted and rocked. He was moving backwards, his legs remaining on both sides of my body. Instinctively, my knees locked together. "That isn't going to help either of us." He stopped moving, his body now positioned over my shins. "What is your plan?" "That is for me to know and you to find out...soon." Our eyes focused on each other. Another challenge. "Don't do it." "Oh...but I will." "I don't want you to." "I know, but it isn't going to stop me." His hands fell onto my thighs, his fingers curving around the muscle. My body shook then stiffened. "I don't feel the pain anymore. It's okay, there's no need to go any further." The words sounded more desperate that I wanted. He chuckled. "You're not believable." His fingers pulled the skin of my thighs back, then his hands snuck between my legs. I was going to lose...again. Come and Get Me Ch. 04 Her skin is very smooth. I wonder if she uses special lotions and other products to keep it like it is. Or maybe it's just natural? Either way, my hands are in heaven. I looked at her face. Yes, she's not happy. I knew that from the get-go, but I won't bring myself to stop. Pushing against the inside of her thighs, I gradually began opening her legs and positioning myself between them. She groaned and struggled to keep them closed. "Won't work." I told her. "But you can keep trying and then I won't have to use much effort anymore." She didn't listen and continued resisting. Oh well, our gain. However, her strength did increase slightly, making it a little more difficult to push her legs apart. Leaning down, I came close to her face and flashed her a wonderful smile. "Listen to me; I will taste you." Her eyes became extra wide and the strength disappeared from her legs. My body slid comfortably between her thighs. "Thank you for listening." ~~~~~ That freaking bastard knew how I was going to react to that. How does his brain work? How does he know those specific little buttons to push? How in the whole fucking world does this man know how to be so manipulative? I'm pinned now, though. Our crotches are practically touching! His hands are resting on my hips, ready to pull my body closer. What would happen after that? What will it feel like to touch another person, specifically a man, with my private place? Sure, it's still covered by cloth but it's thin cotton. Come on! Is it scary to have sex for the first time? Right now it damn well feels like it. What does a real life penis look like? If I like the event, will I ever be able to say scandalous words like those chicks in porno films? ...I'm thinking too much. I need to just shut up. Stop thinking about unnecessary things and focus on getting this prick away! ~~~~~ Her mind is in over drive right now; it's clearly displayed on her face. She must be thinking of all sorts of things. She's going to drive herself mad. Ever so slowly, my right hand moved towards her face, ultimately cupping her cheek. "Shush...you need to relax." My voice lowered and penetrated her thoughts. A locked breath hissed through her lips. She should be feeling better. Now to the main event. Scooting backwards, I quickly assumed the desired position. I shouldn't move slowly anymore, it'll prolong the shock for her. Eventually, this won't be a game anymore; she'll either completely "escape" or begin thrashing violently. Neither option would help us. I kept my palms secure on the inside of her thighs and lowered my face to her crotch. Taking a deep breath, I got the wonderful pleasure of inhaling her delicious scent. The sweetness practically threw me over the edge of sanity. Sucking in my bottom lip, I had to remind myself to continue. No more hesitation. But, Gods, they should sell this like cocaine. "Stop it!" Her hips swayed and her movement pushed her crotch against my mouth. My eyes rolled into my head. This is difficult, very difficult. Using my left hand, my fingers hooked under the fabric of her shorts and underwear. Okay, I stated that I wouldn't hesitate any longer but I just had to bask in the view of her pussy. Yes, there's hair here, but it's trimmed very nicely. Her lips are puffy, covering whatever treasures she has to offer. Her scent is hundreds more powerful. Holding the fabric to the side, I used another finger from my left hand to pull away one outer lip then used my right fingers to peel back the other half. Her goodness is now exposed to my hungry gaze. Pink, full, slick and ready for my undivided attention. ~~~~~ I am practically in hysterics. No one has ever been that close to that area, not even me. The air is cold as it touches the skin down there and his breath is so hot. He hasn't done anything yet but I'm trying to squirm away. I can't believe how firm his grip is! "Stop, please." It's a pitiful cry but feels necessary. He acts as if I haven't said a word. And then I feel something very weird. A jolt of electricity runs through my body, causing every muscle to contract and bow my spine towards the ceiling. I hear a soft chuckle from between my legs. "Did that feel good?" It happens again and my mouth gapes, my eyes forming likeness to a bug. "This is what textbooks call 'cunnilinigus'." He pulls back for a second and spreads my lips far apart. Leaning down again, he puckers his lips and gives a firm suck on a part I'm not entirely familiar with. Next thing I know, my breathing ceases, my heart skips a beat and my body is wracked with shivers, shakes and vibrations of intense proportions. I swear the world paused for a few seconds. Coming down from the high, my eyes blink again and I can breathe once more. In fact, I'm panting. "Wha-What was that?" "For one, I sucked on your clitoris. For two, you just had an orgasm." His face now hovered above mine and his tongue cleaned his lips of something shiny. "What's that?" My eyebrows knitted together and he noticed what I focused on. "Oh!" He finished licking his top lip. "It's your 'juice'. And, might I add, it is stupendous." ~~~~~ Her cheeks flushed an absolutely adorable color. Endorphins must be running amuck through her body. She's not panting anymore but I'm sure there's still the thrill of such an experience coursing through her. "You've had your pleasure and although I enjoyed tasting your special place very much, I do need you to tend to my area." I looked down, directing our attention to my very apparent hard-on pressing against her pelvis. "You don't mean..." "Oh, but I do."