Ragna ss : back to my captive ( discontinued) - Page 2

Chapter 3 : "Into his world"

"I hope you do realise that you've committed a very serious crime" the man said slowly, holding me pinned down with his gaze. "stowing away on a commercial liner is pretty serious on its own - you can go to jail for that. But sneaking onto a private ship? You've got criminal and civil penalties both." I was shocked and terrified, I lost my memory of why I made myself land here? My heart was pounding, my ears on high alert, trying to pick out just what he was handling. He leaned, his eyes never leaving mine, and pulled the rope and a knife.

The sight of the implements sent a jolt through me. I started up on my feet. The man pushed me back down on the seat and shook his head.

"You felt proud of escaping those guards?" He whispered into my ears, clutching his tongue against his teeth. I felt the dry tightness in my throat once more, felt tears of utter terror leaping into my eyes as he uncoiled the rope. Something about this man's gaze, his presence, made it impossible for me to think further- the fact he was so gorgeous, that I really did want to sleep with him, If I could . The stranger wrapped the rope around my wrist, binding it tightly to the arm of the chair, the rough rope cut into my skin and I pulled against it. I was consumed with the mixture of anxiety, arousal, and anticipation- curiosity burning through me. What exactly did this stranger intend to do with me?

He did the same with my other wrist, binding it too with the rope. He knelt in front of me and my curiosity and the strange sense of arousal that was building up inside of me, has conquered the fear I'd felt. The man brought the knife along my skin slowly, and I shivered and twiched, pressing my lips together against the whimpers of renewed fear that welled up in my throat. Instead of cutting me, I saw him resting his knife on the floor, and then I felt his cold fingers playing a rythm and drawing circles on my belly buttons, I heard a sharp, tearing noise- and I realised He had broken my jeans button. He pulled and hacked away my jeans over my thighs letting it rest below my knees. I trembled and stared at him, watching . He paused, and glanced for more, making me feel more uncomfortable, " You will speak... all TRUTH" HE whispered and slowly released the jeans away from me.

I had no idea what to expect from moment to moment, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, He spread my legs slightly, and as the cold air brushed my inner thighs, I realized that in spite of my fear and my desire to get away from the man in front of me, I was soaking wet already- absolutely turned on beyond belief. I felt the blood rush into my face as I realized the truth of it; this bizarre circumstance was actually getting me hot, actually making me wet, making my pussy tighten with need.

The man stood back at the moment, looking down at me from head to toe, "hmmm..." he murmured lowly, dusting his hands free of any traces of rope. He licked his lips and met my gaze, " Tell your name"

I shook my head, my skin tingling and crawling with anticipation. I had had never been into such situation, even my husband would had never seen me sitting with my Tsirt and only underpants.

"It's Kalpana" I said , almost unable to recognize my own voice as I spoke- It was muted , soft, almost frightened.