Fear, Lust and a Woman Scorned (part 1)

He awoke to find himself tied to a chair in a room completely alien to him, Wild eyes scramble to remember what occurred the night before.

Nothing

his rapid heartbeat signifying his concern for his lack of memory, “Whats going on? Where am i?” he thought as he looked over the barren room

windowless, heartless, cold. the room a solid white cell

he took a chance

“hello? is anybody there?” his voice almost praying there was no response

its prayer went unanswered however as a voice quickly responded from behind

“yes”

he recognised that voice

“Hazel?” his head kicked up and attempted to look behind himself to no avail

the clacking of heels along the solid floor got louder as they approached from behind

“so you remember me” the soft voice whispers to his ear.

the voice becomes sharp

“but if you remember me, why did you break your promise?”

the word forever echoes into his mind

“i-i didnt mean to, im sorry, i never thought i would see you again” hes voice fills with fear as he scrambles to say the right words for her to forgive him

hands caress his hair as he looks up and sees her face

skin like snow, ruby lips, ebony hair, and eyes that match her name

the red lips purse

“shhhhhhh” her finger drops over his lip down to his chin

“i just need to remind you who you belong to” as she leans down and kisses his lips, her tongue tracing them before meeting his, tender at first then becoming forceful

she she puts a hand down his shirt caressing the body beneath his heart still rapidly beats out of fear but his body begins to yield to the stimulus she provides

she stops, and begins to walk around him so now she faces him

shirt that contains a modest bust as crimson as her lips followed by a skirt as black as her hair, then there was himself simply wearing a t shirt stained with yesterdays pasta sauce and jeans with a torn front pocket it was a bizarre sight

“who do you belong to?” she asked and was immediately met with “to you” from him

“i still think you need reminding” her face coyly leaning in as she rests her hands on his lap

her quick hands unfastening his jeans and with a yank his semi erect member springs up

her tounge licks the tip and he shudders as if the transfer of blood locking his dick drew life from him

she plays with him sucking and licking the head as her hands play with his shaft and his balls his heart rate now escalates because of another reason

she slows to a stop and climbs on top of him as he feels his dick touch something wet.

she wasnt wearing underwear

“do you want more reminding?”

he nods desperately as she lifts her skirt and her pussy consumes his penis. rising and falling slowly she looks deep into his eyes slowly gaining speed.

her breathing becoming more laboured as she repeats herself

“who do you belong to?”

“you”

“who do you belong to?”

“you”

“who do you belong to?”

“you”

“who do you belong to?”

“you”

after each question comes the response right away as hips bounce

they’re both close to climaxing as she cries out

“WHO DO YOU BELONG TO!?” as she bites down on his shoulder, her pussy twitches in ecstasy as she cums

he does not respond as between the pain and the euphoria he ejaculates

she climbs off him and pulls down her skirt, fixing her hair and regaining her composure. he lay there lifeless gazing at the ceiling as blood flow returned to the rest of his body as he lay there still tied to a chair.

she waks off behind him

“i hope you wont break your promise again… otherwise the punishment wont be as fun”

before he has time to process a rag covers his mouth and nose
his head cranes back to see her and a hollow smile

he struggles but the darkness consumes his vision

BEEP BEEP BEEP

he jolts awake to turn off his alarm and he looks around to find himself in his bed he begins to ponder if it was all a dream

the wound on his shoulder says otherwise

Note: trying this for fun, this is my first one, sorry if its not sexy enough, let me know what you think and if you would like to read more

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/86wo0y/fear_lust_and_a_woman_scorned_part_1