11 comments/ 26418 views/ 20 favorites Seduced by a Stranger Ch. 01 By: CaraDailey "How much have you had to drink?" Reagan asked Kathryn curiously, never having seen her shy reserved baby sister so lucid. "Just one rum and coke." Kathryn slurred drunkenly, staring down in fascination at the empty plastic cup. "Did you leave your drink sitting unattended?" Reagan asked suspiciously, knowing that Kathryn wouldn't lie about the amount she'd drank. "Yes." she nodded vehemently, emphasizing the s. "When we went and danced a few minutes ago. Why?" "Some one's dosed you baby girl." Reagan said knowingly, scanning the crowded night club, searching for any one that might be watching her younger sibling. "Come on. I'm taking you back to the hotel now." she ordered, leaning down to slide her arm around her sisters waste and helping her to her feet. "Why? I'm not ready to go yet." Kathryn frowned, digging in her heels childishly. "You have to trust me Kathy. Some one put something in your drink for a reason." Reagan explained over the blare of the suddenly obnoxious noise of the club. "Oh." Kathryn nodded seriously. "You're no fun." she giggled as Reagan led her out to the car. "I'm so sorry for being so mean." Reagan placated anxiously. "Shame on me for not allowing you to stay here to get kidnapped or raped or worse." "You, my dear, have a very vivid imagination." Kathryn sighed as her sister deposited her none to gently into the passenger seat and strapped her in lovingly. "Better safe than sorry." Reagan said ignoring her sisters drunken taunts. "Very true." Kathryn sighed, turning her attention to the blur of passing lights. "Wow" she sighed in amazement. "I don't even want to know what you're seeing." Reagan laughed, driving the rest of the two miles to Kathryn's hotel in complete silence. "I'm not tired." Kathryn announced as Reagan pulled into the parking lot of the Days Inn her sister had purchased a room at. "I know you aren't honey, but you're going to take a shower, eat something, the climb into bed." Reagan said firmly as she helped her sister into the plainly furnished room. "Oh? I am, am I?" Kathryn asked already slipping hotly out of her clothing, all the way down to her satin slip. "Will you turn on the air?" Kathryn asked softly, feeling as though her blood was beginning to boil. "No honey. I'm sorry but you need to sweat this shit out of your system... What the hell ever it is." she said firmly, pressing her hand softly to Kathryn's warm forehead to check for a fever. "I don't have a fever." Kathryn snipped, swatting away her sister's hand in annoyance. "I'm just fucking hot. Go home. I'll be alright." Kathryn demanded. "Better yet go back to the club and have the night out with your friends that you had planned. I'm fine I promise." Kathryn's slur subsiding immensely from earlier. "I'm going to jump in the shower and cool off then it's bad cable and strait to bed." Kathryn assured her. "Are you sure you'll be okay with out me?" Reagan asked nervously, not comfortable with leaving her sister in the condition she was in. "I'm positive. If I need you, I swear I'll call." Kathryn smiled. "I'm feeling better already." she lied, refusing to admit that the room had began spinning moments earlier and the sudden pounding in her skull was causing waves of nausea. "Okay. But call me if you need me." Reagan smiled, sparing only the slightest glance back at her sister before she fled the room. The door was barely closed good before Kathryn stumbled blindly for the bathroom. She made it to her knees in front of the lysol scented toilet seconds before the contents of her stomach began to come up in painful waves. So deep in the throws of sickness and overwhelmed by the pain in her head, she couldn't forced herself to react to the feel of foreign hands lifting her hair gingerly from her cheeks and neck. "That's a good girl." a deep unrecognizable voice soothed as she continued to vomit mercilessly. "Get it all up." he continued as his free hand began to stroke her back lovingly. "You'll feel much better soon." he vowed. "What the fuck?" she managed to choke out, before she began dry heaving. "It's okay Baby. I'm going to take care of you." he promised. "Who the fuck are you?" she asked exhaustedly sitting back onto the marble floor. "Who am I?" he asked, the hurt think and obvious in his deep husky voice. "I'm the man that loves you." he explained, as though she were simple for even asking such a question. "Are you the one that did this to me?" she questioned, turning, despite her pain to attempt to look at his face. "It was the only way to get you alone." he answered, justifying his actions all in the same breath. "You couldn't just ask?" she sighed, dropping her head as the bright hundred watt bulb was too much for her eyes to endure at the moment. "You would have refused." he said knowingly. She sensed his massive body drop behind hers. To her surprise, his strong arms encircled her waste and lifted her to her feet as though she were as weightless as a rag doll. "Yeah this is so much more sensible." she snapped, squirming futilely against his rock solid chest as he carried her back into the dimly lit bedroom. "Why did you drug me? And don't tell me that it was the only way to get me alone." She questioned as he deposited her gently onto the king sized bed. Alas she was able to take stock of the intruder. She couldn't help but cringe when she noted his 6 feet 4 inch frame. His body looked as though is was crafted of solid steel. To her annoyance, his face was covered with a black wool mask, exposing only his bright green eyes and thin pink lips. The man was a mountain. She decided quickly that attempting to fight him would be pointless. "To get you to leave that fucking club. You have no business in a place like that. You're a good woman. Only whores and whore wanna bes go into places like that." He explained in a cold scolding tone as he sat his massive frame onto the bed beside her. "Weren't you there as well?" she questioned, averting her eyes, once again trying to shield them from the dim light. "Only because you were." he said defensively, studying her face intently. "What do you want from me? Better yet, how in the hell did you get in here." She asked curiously. "Hotel door locks aren't as secure as every one would like to believe." he laughed, amused at how easy it had been to compromise her lock. "Why do you keep looking down?" he asked curiously. "You can't see my face." "I have a migraine. No doubt a side affect of what ever you slipped in my drink. The light is killing me." she explained, weighing her options or lack of options carefully. "I'm sorry." he frowned, rising from the edge of the bed to switch the lights off, leaving the only light to fill the room being the soft glow of the television. "Is that better?" he asked hopefully. "Yes. Thank you." she said softly, studying the intruder, trying desperately to gage his intent. "I didn't know it would make you sick Kathryn." he sighed honestly, once again returning to sit on the edge of the bed next to her. "I'm so sorry." "I don't think it did." Kathryn sighed softly, not knowing why the sincerity behind his apology moved her so. "When I get migraines, they usually cause the nausea." she said honestly. "But the drugs probably caused the migraine." he frowned refusing to allow her to let him off the hook. "Most likely." she nodded. "Will you give me some strait answers now about who you are and why you're here please?" "I have been." he said seriously, his eyes belying his confusion. "Who the fuck are you?" she growled bitterly. "I told you. I'm the man that loves you. God do you not listen?" he snapped peevishly. "Well I seriously doubt that because I have no fucking clue who you are, which means you can't know me either. And since you don't know me, it's impossible for you to love me. Unless of course you're a nut job. Which considering all the fact, I think that is probably the most logical conclusion." She realized her mistake too late as she felt more than saw his massive fingers reach for her throat. Panic set in as he began to squeeze her already soar throat, cutting off her air supply. "If I don't love you then it only makes sense to me to kill you." he bit coldly. "I'm sorry." she choked, wrapping her hands around his large wrist pleadingly. "Don't tell me how I feel Kathryn." he warned, loosening his grip on her neck, caressing the angry red marks that began to appear soothingly. "I am so damn confused." she sighed honestly, scared to release the puny hold she had on his wrist. "You're just tired Baby." he soothed gently, allowing his finger tips to stray lower down her neck to the low cut of her slip. Lightly his stroked the showing cleavage with determined fascination. "The last few months have taken a harsh tole on you. I'm going to change that Baby. I won't treat you the way that self centered bastard did. I'm going to take good care of you." He said solemnly. "How do you know me?" she asked curiously, oddly not concerned with his roaming finger tips. Despite herself, she found his light caress relaxing. "I'm the one you should have fallen in love with. But that piece of shit Derek made his move first." He shook his head, obviously angry with some past encounter he'd had with her ex. "He knew how I felt about you and he still went after you. I should have killed him. But he seemed to make you happy and I didn't want to hurt you." he said honestly. "Are you and Derek friends?" she asked confusedly. "We use to be. Until he went after you." He explained simply. "Why have I never met you?" She asked, trying to place who he could be. "No. Since Derek knew how I felt about you, he didn't want me any where around you. He didn't want the competition." He laughed. "But none of that matters, because you're mine now and I'm not going to be stupid enough to let you slip away twice." He said firmly. "Um okay." She breathed, at a complete loss for understanding. "So what exactly is your plan? Drug me... then... What?" she asked, needing the medication in her purse, but scared that if she broke contact with him that he would go into a psychotic rage. "Then show you how much I love you." he smiled suggestively. "And how were you going to go about that?" she asked, knowing that she was not going to like his answer. "How do people usually show their love for each other. Don't play niave Kathryn. It doesn't suit you." "You planned on fucking me?" she gasped, swatting his hand away from her body and sliding as far away from him as she could on the big bed. "No. I planned on making love to you Kathryn. Something I'm sure you've never felt before with Derek. He's never cared about any one or anything except himself." he said harshly, hurt by her obvious rejection. "Do I have a say in this plan?" she asked rising from the bed, assessing the distance between her body and the door, wondering if she could make it out of the room before he caught up to her. "I guess Derek knew what he was talking about when he told me you thought you were too good for the likes of me." he bit, the anger apparent in not only his voice but his steel cold eyes as well. "I never said that." she said, trying to keep the panic from her voice as she inched towards the door slowly. "No but an uppity bitch like you probably always thought it." he spat, staring at the carpeted floor trying to hide his embarrassment, he looked up in time to see her bolting for the door. It only took 4 long legged steps for him to cover the space that separated their bodies. She pulled the door open just as his arm caught her around her waste. Angrily, he slammed the door shut with a loud thud. "Help me." she began to scream despite the pain her loud shrills were causing in her brain. "Let me go." she shouted as he threw her on to the bed and came down on top her her heavily. She felt the barrel the 9mm he carried press coldly to her temple, the feeling stunned her into a deafening silence. "You think you're too good to be with the likes of me. You don't want me? Fine, but if I can't have you then God damn it, no one will." he growled coldly. "No Honey please." she panted as she heard the hammer on the gun engaging. "I do want you." she lied. "I don't believe you. You're just trying to save your sorry ass." he bit. "You don't want me. You never have, you never will." "I do." she whispered, forcing herself to press her hands to his hard biceps. Slowly, she ran her hands up his arms to his strong shoulders. Despite herself, she couldn't help but mark the differences in his solid body and the that of Derek's soft out of shape form. "You feel so good." she breathed, not certain if those words were spoken out of fear or surprised honesty. "If you wanted me then why in the hell were you trying to make a break for it?" He asked, not buying in to her soft admissions, determined not to be swayed by the curiosity of her touch. "Why were you screaming for help?" "Because I'm scared." she admitted honestly, pressing her hands between the scant space between their bodies to press her palms to the solid wall of his chest. Nervously, she began to toy with the top button of his black plain cotton polyester blend shirt. "I've never been with any one but Derek." she sighed, studying his chest instead of looking into his face, afraid he'd see the apprehension in her face. "There's nothing wrong with that." he assured her softly, finding the tension in his body and voice easing tremendously with her admission. "I'm not going to hurt you Kathryn." "I'm having a really hard time believing that when you have a gun pressed to my head." she said seriously. With slow steady finger, she loosened the top button of his shirt curiously. "Too bad." he laughed humorlessly, seeing right through her innocent facade. "I get rid of the gun and you start screaming your head off again. I don't fucking think so." he growled, entangling his free hand deep in her long auburn curls. None to gently, he gave her head a rough tug back, forcing her to arch uncomfortably beneath him. "Damn you're almost a good liar." "So are you." she groaned, her voice thick with pain and trembling with fear. Her mind began racing with the possible senarios of the night would end. None of them were to her liking. "I've never lied to you." he argued woundedly. "Like hell you haven't." she snapped, seeing a small glimmer of hope as he loosened his hold on her slightly. "You told me that you were the man that loved me. This is not how you treat some one that you love." She said firmly. "You haven't given me much of a choice." He replied defensively. "You're the one that tried to bolt." "I don't even know your name." she sighed. "Of course I'm going to try to get away from you. I have no clue who you are. My head is killing me. The room is spinning. That isn't really a combination for the makings of a beautiful romance honey." She found herself laughing at the oddity of the situation she found herself in. "You're laughing at me." he snapped in a voice so cold and deadly that it sent chills racing through out Kathryn's exhausted body. "Just like every other bitch." He breathed, staring down into her smiling face. All Kathryn could read in his eyes was pure rage. "Not at you honey." she breathed softly. Despite herself instinct seemed to be taking over as her hands nervously moved up his chest to his neck. Hesitantly, she found herself trying to draw him down to her. A moment of anxiety passed through her when the wall of a man didn't budge. Painfully, she stretched beneath him to curiously press her lips to his. To her surprise, he didn't respond, he laid atop of her as solid and unyielding as a piece of granite. "Don't bother." he sighed against her lips. "Kiss me." she found herself pleading softly. "Just once." she breathed cupping the back of his head in one more last desperate effort to engage him. To be continued... Seduced by a Stranger Ch. 02 "Kiss you?" He questioned, his voice gravelly and full of barely controlled rage. "You go from screaming for help to pleading for me to kiss you?" Tentatively, he laid his free hand on her slender neck, cupping the already offended flesh to press her fully down onto the bed. Slowly, he lifted his body from her full frame to instead rest his weight on his knees as he straddled her thighs. For a moment, he leered down at her as though stuck in the midst of mentally debating his next move. "I can't help that you scare me." she frowned cautiously choosing her words. "I don't know you Honey. You won't tell me who you are." she explained in a soft reasoning voice. She found the feel of his hand laying on her neck lazily, restraining but not hurting her, oddly relaxing. As she noticed the hard line of his lips slowly curling into a devious smile, she couldn't find the good sense in her aching head to panic. She felt the cold steel barrel of the hand gun move slowly from her temple, down over her cheek to trace the out line of the jaw. She was surprised to hear the involuntary gasp of surprise that escaped her lips as he ran the still cocked 9 mm over her lips experimentally. Though she knew she should be terrified, she found her lips parting as though they had a mind of their own. As he pressed the barrel into her mouth, she was shocked and horrified to realize the sudden fluttering of her heart had nothing to do with fear or indignation. "Mmm..." he groaned deeply, as he watched her long curly lashes flutter heavily over her wide confused eyes. "I would not have guessed that." he said honestly, realizing that her sexual tastes ran a little darker than he'd expected. "What?" she managed to murmur, as he essentially forced her lips to perform oral sex on a loaded cocked weapon. "Nothing." he smiled amusedly, not wanting to question the sudden quickening of her breath, knowing that she would probably shut down if asked to analyze and discuss her reaction to the gun. "You know..." he breathed, moving his hand away from her throat, only enough to allow the gun to slip from her lips, and the front site to lightly scratch its way over her chin and down the smooth line of her neck. His body tightened as a soft gasp of pleasure slipped from her still parted heart shaped lips. "If me pointing a gun at you makes you want me to kiss you..."he continued, skillfully hooking the spaghetti strap of her slip with the hammer of the gun to ease it seductively down her shoulder. Careful not to allow the steel to lose contact with her body. "I can't help but wonder what this..." he rasped, his voice full of heat, as he made a slow path from her shoulder to her full round exposed breast. Curiously, he made slow lazy circles round and round her heavy pert breast. The cry of desire that tore innocently from her lips, as he pressed the muzzle down atop her hard eager nipple was almost his undoing. Despite herself, she was powerless to stop herself from arching her back. She couldn't for one second explain what was going through her head as she pressed her breast harder against the cold steel barrel of the gun. All she knew for sure was that the muzzle of the 9mm seemed to be a sooth the sudden throbbing of her nipple as hollow barrel scraped the sensitive flesh teasingly. "Please." she found herself whimpering, though she had no clue exactly what it was she was pleading for. "What does this make you want me to do to you?" He questioned teasingly, amused and aroused by her loud raspy sighs and whimpers. "I don't know." she panted honestly, barely noticing as he removed his weight from her completely to lie on his side next to her. He cheek resting on the palm that had been holding her compliantly to the bed. "Just don't stop." she pleaded breathlessly, feeling as though she'd drop off the edge of the world if his attention were to cease. "I should really be offended..." he teased, as he lifted he head from his palm to slip the other strap free of her shoulder. "You seem to like my gun more than you like me." he laughed, dragging the gun down her abdomen over her hip and thigh to catch the hem of her slip and tug it up, giving him a full view of her tanned toned legs. Careful to keep his fingertip between the trigger and the trigger guard, he forced the 9mm lightly between the v of her clenched thighs. "That's not true." she panted, clenching her thighs closed tightly. She didn't want to feel the quickening of her heart beat or the moistening of her panties as he began to work the barrel in slow sensual circles against her woman hood. As she felt his lips pressing seekingly against her nipple and his tongue begin to flick attentively over the sensitive flesh, she couldn't stop her hands from reaching for him. "I think you're lying." he teased blowing warm air onto her damp nipple expertly as he pressed the gun harder against her pulsing pussy. His breath caught in his throat as she dug her long manicured finger nails into his shoulder and forearm. He began to move the gun faster against her, hardening to the brink of near explosion with each of her soft eager whimpers. "Please..." she panted, instinctively grinding herself against the solid pressure of the gun against her. She felt her body tensing nearing the edge of passion. She was helpless to do more than cling to him as waves of pleasure washed over her. "Good girl. That's it Baby." he breathed against her skin as she began to writhe and buck wildly in the throws of completions. Her cries filling the room also filled him with an odd sense of hope. He stilled next to her until her breaths began to slow and calm, stilling after such an intense build up of exertion. "You're bleeding." she sighed lazily, staring at the 3 small scratches her vicious nails left on his forearm. "I'm sorry." she frowned her concern, closing her eyes lazily, not wanting to analyze the embarrassed blush that was creeping up to color her cheeks. "Don't be. It lets me know that I made you lose control for a second." he smiled, laying the gun down behind him on the bed. Experimentally, his hand began to gently caress her flush damp cheek, brushing the stray curls back over her ear. "Look at me." he pleaded. "What?" she breathed, her frown deepening as her eyes met his. "Why is it so hard for you to look at me right now?" he asked confusedly. "Is it such a bad thing that I made you feel good?" he asked seriously. "No... It not that." she said honestly, not sure how to explain where her embarrassment came from. "Then what is it?" he asked softly. "Are you still afraid of me?" "A little." she nodded yes, realizing that her arms were still around him, her hands were still clinging to him. She couldn't help the awkward smile that curled her lips as she forced her hands to slips away from him and rest tiredly on the soft bed spread. "It's just that I don't know you... I have no idea what you look like... And you just made me... You know... The way you did... And it's just a little... well overwhelming I guess." she explained thoughtfully, careful to gage his eyes for any signs of anger. "So you're embarrassed because a stranger made you cum?" he smiled playfully. "You did it with a gun." She corrected in a hushed tone, the shame apparent in her face. "Kathryn, you're old enough to know that pressure and friction are pressure and friction, regardless of what's causing them, your bodies response is going to be the same. There is nothing unusual about how you just felt. I don't want you to believe for a second that there is." he said in a somewhat scolding voice. "Are you sure?" she asked in a voice that reminded him of a child desperately seeking approval. "I'm positive." he affirmed nodding his head slowly for emphasis. "Here." he smiled, catching her wrist lightly. Thoughtlessly, he pressed her open palm to the bulge that was straining demandingly against the front of his denim jeans. "Does it feel like I saw a thing in the world wrong with your reaction to what I was doing?" he asked hoping to calm her insecurity. "No." she sighed, fighting another wave of crimson embarrassment as she allowed her curious fingers to cup him. Despite herself, she didn't bother putting up a protest as he guided her hands up and down the length of his rock hard shaft, through the coarse fabric. She couldn't help but enjoy the way his eyes seemed to glaze over as she touched him so intimately. "How's the head ache?" he asked, fighting disappointment as she eased her hand away shyly. "Duller, but still here." she yawned tiredly, easing slowly away from him to rise to her feet and straighten her rumpled satin slip modestly. "Have you eaten today?" he asked curiously. "No." She shook her head. "I haven't had much of an appetite." she replied honestly. "That could be the cause of your head ache you know." he suggested. "I think it was you drugging me." she said, surprised to hear the tone in her voice coming out as light and teasing. "We should find out for sure. Call and order a pizza." he suggested. "If it goes away once you eat, then I'm right. If it doesn't then I will do everything in my power to make it up to you." he negotiated, willing his body to soften as he rose to pace the room silently. "You should do that any way." she said demandingly, moving to sit on the edge of the bed and pick up the phone. She kept her eyes focused on him. As he moved about the room easily, her hand strayed across the bed spread towards the still cocked 9mm laying forgotten on the bedspread. His back was to her as she ordered a large cheese pizza and wrapped her fingers around the heavy weight of the gun. "What do you intend to do with that?" he asked with an amused smile, as she dropped the receiver of the phone down into its cradle. "I'm not entirely sure just yet." she admitted, raising it and aiming it at the solid wall of his chest. "What I am sure of though is that you're going to remove that hood so I can see your face." she said in as firm a voice as she could manage. "All you had to do was ask." he sighed, hooking a finger under the wood ski mask to tug it easily over his head. Anxiously, he crossed his arms over his chest and awaited the reaction of horror he knew would follow shortly as she began to study his face intently. Her eyes scanned the hard lines of his strong rugged features. His short cropped black hair was messy from the ski mask but suited his handsome round face nicely. Against his tan face was a long jagged looking pale scar that started just below his temple, traveled a crooked path down his face and ended half way down his neck. Even that small imperfection couldn't detract from the appeal of his looks. "My God." she found herself breathing as her heart began to flutter like a school girl at the sight of her first crush. "I know the scar is a little off putting..." he sighed, running his fingers through his hair self consciously. "Damn the scar." she frowned thoughtfully "I still have no clue who you are. How is that possible if you were friends with Derek?" "I guess you just made more of an impression on me than I made on you the few times our paths crossed." he said, trying to cover the hurt that filled his heart with her words. "I want to be alone." she lied, knowing that she couldn't bare the idea of being alone with her thoughts. She just needed time to catch her breath and get the violent pounding of her heart to slow back to normal. "I want you to leave." she said, waving the 9mm threateningly. "Well I'm sorry Kathryn, but that's not going to happen." he said seriously, closing the distance that separated their bodies. Callously, he pressed his ribs against the muzzle of the gun in her trembling hand. "So if you want to shoot me, go right ahead on Baby, but I'm not going any where." "I will pull this trigger." she frowned, hating the cracking of her voice that gave away her insecurity. "Then do it." he smiled, knowing that she didn't have it in her. "Go ahead." he dared her, reaching out to lightly run the back of his fingers over her flush cheek. "Give me this." he demanded, grabbing the 9 mm by the barrel and twisting it out of her weak grasp. "You're gonna end up shooting your foot off." he sighed, drawing her gently into his embrace. "I'm not going to hurt you Kathryn. But I'm not going to leave either." he said softly, using his finger tips to lift her face to meet his eyes. "I'm not letting you go this time." he breathed before dropping his mouth to hers possessively. To be continued...