Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

[Poprockz]

He paused for a moment at her first little mewl, not quite catching what she had said and waiting for her to collect herself. He looked into her eyes with an unreadable expression as she pleaded.

“Hmm... tell you what. I’ll make you a bet. If I can’t make you cum at least twice, I won’t enter you with my cock tonight. Obviously you just have my word as to whether I’ll keep that promise, but I do give you my word.” He nodded seriously, looking as though he was being sincere. He truly was so confident in his own abilities that he meant every word he said.

Damien leaned down and softly kissed her lips, pulling away as though he feared she might nip at him. His face moved lower and he used his tongue to lick her right breast, letting his tongue lash it for a moment or two as he gauged her reaction. He let his tongue lazily slide around it, occasionally gently pushing and sliding over it. His other hand continued to softly knead her left breast tenderly.

 

[Drobabes]

She closed her eyes tight at his words. So the answer was no, then. He was going to do what he wanted with her no matter if she kicked, screamed, or cried, the only difference being if he did it to her right away...or later.

She jerks her head away and to the side as he kisses her, and glares at the wall as he begins to toy with her body. She let him continue for a moment, remaining placid even though each little tongue flick sent an electric shock straight through to her pussy. When she speaks, it's with a bitter anger.

"If I cum it's not because I wanted to you fucking asshole. Haven't you ever heard of rape victims cumming? It's a physical response, not because we like it. If you're not going to stop, then please just get it the fuck over with."

 

[Poprockz]

"You are so delightful," he murmured, his grin growing wider. "Of course I know about rape victims cumming against their will- I've experienced it first hand. There's something so satisfying about watching a woman's body shake and tremble from the pleasure roiling through her loins. If you don't want to take my offer, though, then I'm afraid I'm going to have to decline your other request. Ever since I saw you fingering yourself, I've had a need to touch you, to get a taste of every part of you. And... I will not be denied."

Damien went back to her nipple, licking it with a little more fervor as he kneaded and rolled his hips. His mouth switched sides and latched softly onto her breast, sucking softly and swirling his tongue around her bud as he used the suction to pull her breast slightly. He would pull, let go, and then latch right back on, now focusing more on her breasts than her face. He would have been a bit disappointed with her rejection of his offer if she hadn't done it so angrily. She had such fire in her, such a will to survive that he simply couldn't get enough.

Something inside him almost wanted to keep her, but he knew that it was a pipe dream. No one ever stayed, and for good reason. Though he had a nice body, he didn't consider himself a very lovable person, his own love twisting into something possessive and unhealthy. He had never felt the pure love that people talked about, especially since he didn't believe in it. It was just a lie people told themselves so that they could settle for someone who wasn't half-bad.

He stopped playing with her nipple and kissed between her breasts slowly and softly, going lower on her abdomen kiss by kiss until he ended up at her navel. He slipped his tongue inside it and wiggled it around a little, looking up at her playfully.

 

[Drobabes]

Her scowl only deepened as he spoke. Never before had she wanted to badly to actually slap someone. She had always been the type of girl to be soft, demure, and at times very stubborn-but never violent. She hated violence, hated it more than anything, and yet this man was drawing it out of her.

Despite her anger however, her body was responding. She couldn't help the blush that had crept back onto her face and the way her breathing had sped up a little. His kisses were tortuous and made her wet. He was everything a Plane Jane such as herself loved in a fantasy, except he was cold and dangerous.

So this is how they catch their victims.

His tongue moving down her body caused her to look down, and it's about this time that he toyed with her bellybutton.

She sucked in a breath, not because it was sexy, but because that felt absolutely awful to her-like poking scar tissue.

Angry and tired of his bullshit, she twists her body to the side and pulls her legs up to her chest. Her feet were still bound, but he hadn't completely tied her down yet. Without thinking, because if she had been thinking she would not have made such a dumb move, she places her feet against his own chest and shoves him as hard as she can. She knew from experience that her legs were much stronger than her arms and she would likely send him toppling off the bed, but she didn't care-she was pissed.

 

[Poprockz]

He loved the way her body was responding to him, but he was a bit confused at her reaction to him playing with her navel. Usually, women really liked when he did that, so he was a bit at a loss when she cringed and involuntarily had a sharp inhale. He withdrew his tongue and was just about to give her another kiss when her powerful feet rested on his chest. Damien smiled and opened his mouth to say something when he felt her shove him hard.

The man lost his balance and fell backward off the bed, landing on the ground with a thump. He couldn't withhold a pained groan, his bite-mark hitting against the floor hard. Damien was grateful that she couldn't see him, as he curled up for a moment and cradled his shoulder. Once he had calmed down a little, he slowly rose up from the floor, his steely eyes flashing at her. Normally he would have found it endearing, and perhaps he would later, but the embarrassment of having been heard by her when he was in pain was still fresh in his mind.

The chest at the bottom of the bed was opened and a bar was taken out. It had leather cuffs on either end and was adjustable. He sat on the the edge of the bed, facing away from her and grabbing her tied legs. One of the cuffs was attached before he removed the tie. He then cuffed her other ankle. She now didn't quite have the ability to close her ankles. Damien then adjusted the bar so that she couldn't even close her thighs. Still silent, he dropped her legs and went back to the bedside table, taking out the scissors again. Her jeans were then carefully cut off and tossed aside, uncaring about her wardrobe being ruined.

Now, only her panties remained and he snipped each of the sides of them too, leaving them on for now. He tossed the scissors in the chest and grabbed the bar firmly, making sure that she couldn't flail her legs anymore.

 

[Drobabes]

The look on his face as he fell backwards was beautiful, and for just a moment she was proud that she had caused him a bit of fear-even if was just a sliver in comparison to the way he had scared her. She tried to sit up and look over the side of the bed, hoping that perhaps she had actually hurt him and given herself a chance to work her way out of the cuffs, but as he stood up and his cold steel eyes met hers, she knew she had messed up. Visibly shrinking back from him, she watches with hitched breath as he pulls out the bar.

Now I've done it, she thought. If he wasn't going to hurt her before, he surely was now.

Tugging hard on the cuffs, she looks at them as she struggles to wiggle her hands out. All she manages to do however, is hurt herself.

He captures her body easily again and as he sits with his back to her, she struggles to find some way to get those dam cuffs, if not off, then at least off of the bed where she could have the use of her arms. However, as he pulls the scissors out, she freezes.


"Wait, wait wait!"

She starts to panic as he nears, a sudden desperate plea in her tone that only stops when he starts to cut her clothing instead of her skin. Watching him carefully as he worked, the tight tension in her muscles only leaves as he tosses the scissors aside.

When Damien looks up, he will see that she is laying on her back with her arms stretched up and forcing her breasts to sit in a more perky position. She watches him with wide eyes, her shoulder length dark hair splayed out in large curls on either side of her face, and her flushed chest lifting and falling quickly as she pants. Gone is the scowl, replaced with pouty lips and red, tear stained cheeks.

Her legs, trembling, cause the bar in his strong hand to quake beneath him.

 

[Poprockz]

"If you want it rough so badly, then I'll give it to you," he growled. His grey eyes were cold and devoid of any sympathy as he felt her tremble. It was as though a switch had been flipped, resulting in his cheerful mask to slip off of his face.

Damien's strong arm pushed the bar back roughly, making it so that her knees went up toward her ribs and her ankles were pressed against her quads. Her pussy was now exposed to him and he looked, though it was almost looked as though he felt nothing from it. With his free hand, he pushed his boxers down and freed his large cock, taking it in hand and starting to rub it against her folds. This wasn't for her benefit per se, he simply wanted to be lubricated before he pushed himself inside her.

The time came when his cock was sopping wet, and he slowly pushed, his cock penetrating deeply into the woman. He watched her expression the entire time, his eyes almost analytical as he studied her reactions. Once he was inside, he groaned softly, her wet heat feeling tremendously pleasurable on his shaft. However, she had wanted it hard, so he would give it to her hard without delay.

His hips drew back and slammed into her, uncaring about whether she was enjoying it or not. He repeated this a couple times before moving under the bar so he didn't have to hold it. her legs were now spread with him between them, his body on top of hers as he panted and rolled his hips, shoving his thick meat inside her time and time again. He wanted her to moan, to scream, to cry, anything to tell him that she felt him inside her. His balls smacked her ass as he went, the sound echoing throughout the cabin.

 

[Drobabes]

She shivered as she watched his whole demeanor change, and yet somehow, she felt a little bit better. Like he had taken off a mask and now she truly saw her enemy.

His cock felt massive against her small pussy and as he shoved it into her she panted. The way he was forcing the bar down against her hurt like hell and she squealed at least a few times as his weight forced her legs to bend in such an uncomfortable position. It was to her great relief that he lifted it to move under and fuck her properly, but doing so gave her an advantage.

He was so fucking full himself, sure that he could make her cum. Well to hell with that. Her eyes stare at him as he pumps his hard cock in and out of her, and though her body singed and wanted nothing more than to spur him on, her eyes expression told the truth. She glared at him hard, a sour look seemingly cemented on her face even as her pussy flooded and made lewd squishing sounds.

 

[Poprockz]

He met her defiant eyes and gazed intensely back at her. Damien indeed wanted her to cum, but mostly he wanted to show her that he wasn't afraid to take her. He had been exceedingly nice to her so far, even going so far as killing a man who would have soiled her as well, and yet she still looked at him with disdain. Part of him loved it, loving the raw emotion she was showing, the way she didn't lie to him or tell him things he wanted to hear. The other part of him hated the way she rejected him, finding him to be a repulsive man, unfit for her attention. It only reinforced the self-hatred that ran deep within him.

Damien slowed his thrusts for a few moments, keeping up a steady rhythm but taking the time to reach down and gently rub her clit. He knew that if it was stimulated, the chances of her orgasming were much higher. It wasn't as though her orgasm was going to win him anything, no giant teddy bear to bring home. But he wanted the satisfaction of knowing that he at least made her cum once before he let her go.

His hips started thrusting with renewed vigor, his thumb rubbing her clit still gently, but at an increased rate; rubbing it too hard would probably hurt her, so he kept the pressure steady but easy.

"Whether or not you cum, I'm still going to cum inside you. I'm going to fill you to the brim, and when I'm done, you're going to suck my dick until I cum down your throat." He said in a cold voice.

 

[Drobabes]

She was glad the spreader bar was forcing her legs apart, otherwise she might have gave in and squeezed her legs against his hips. He was very handsome, especially from the intimate view he was giving her, and it was no secret that he was making her body feel on fire. Each stroke of his thick cock in her tight little pussy, causing her breasts to bounce and jiggle for him, was working her closer and closer to the edge.

His eyes were so intense, so full of anger and lust, it was hard to keep her gaze steady. Now it was a game, though, and she felt fired up and stubborn, scared that losing might cost her something more than a bit of her sanity.

"...and when I'm done, you're going to suck my dick until I cum down your throat."

His fingers were working her so good, and she can't keep the wobble out of her voice even as she fights him with everything she has.

"You really think you're special don't you? Well go ahead, I'm fucking used to it."

New tears prick her eyes and spill over as she turns her face away, attempting to hide her expression from him as his talented hands coax and force her over the edge, her pussy suddenly bearing down on his hard cock and soaking his balls. Just like before, she is quiet in her pleasure, letting out just the smallest of grunts and a little moan.

As the last wave of pleasure rocks through her, she breaths in sharply and clamps her eyes shut, her body shaking as a new wave of sobs bubble up.

 

[Poprockz]

When he felt her clamp down on him, he moaned softly, loving the feeling of her pussy tightly squeezing him. He held off, though, not wanting to cum just yet. He stopped rubbing her for a moment and gathered some of her juices on his fingers, bringing them to his lips and sucking them clean. She tasted like sweet sex, like pleasure immeasurable.

Damien reached up and grabbed her jaw firmly, forcing her to look at him. “No. I don’t think I’m special. I can make a girl come, but I can’t make them stay. I’m under no delusions as to why that is.” Releasing her, he moved his hand back to the bed to hold up his body. He then started thrusting harder and faster, working toward his own orgasm at this point. He continued to rub her clit intermittently, but focused more on showing her the raw power of his hips.

She felt so good wrapped around him, he knew he wasn’t going to last too much longer. He soon groaned loudly, penetrating her as deeply as he was able before letting his cock erupt his thick cum into her pussy. He hoped she could feel its warmth and volume.

The man panted, his skin slightly moist from his sweat. He rested inside her for a moment or two before slowly pulling out, shifting on top of her and climbing forward so that he was kneeling over her chest. His large member was still going strong, hovering over her face and letting a drop of their mixed juices fall onto her lips.

“Are you going to do this without fighting me, or would you rather I use the gag?” He reached over and grabbed the strap with the plastic mouth hole. It was designed to be more comfortable than ones that were just round, but it would still hold her mouth wide for him.

 

[Drobabes]

The scowl returned to her face as he gripped her chin. She listened but offered no comment of her own, simply going back to glaring at the wall when he let her go.

His body, pounding into her harder now after she had just cum, felt almost too much. She jumps when he toys with her clit again, and despite trying desperately to cling to her anger, the way he is making her feel is driving her crazy. She was on the brink of another orgasm just as he reached his own peak and released his hot load deep inside her. Her body almost betrayed her again and sent her over the edge with him, the feeling of his hot spurts, so much warmer than her own body, making her shudder and pant. Taking a few deep breaths, she has to work herself back from the edge.

When he brings his cock up so close to her lips, the scent of herself mixed with his own manley musk assaults her senses. It was strong, and intensely erotic despite not being a very pleasant smell in her own opinion. It still made her mouth water, and she has to swallow as he offers her a choice.

She glares up at him for just the briefest of seconds before looking at the gag, and then her expression falls and she sighs dejectedly. He had already won, what was the point in fighting him further? But this angle...she knew that was going to hurt. He didn't seem keen on causing her physical pain, despite the enormous amount of mental stress he had caused, so she thought it might be worth asking.

"Can I lay on the bed with my head near the edge? It will be easier if you stand on the ground, stand near the edge with my face underneath you..."

She all but mumbles the last part, not meeting his gaze. It would bring his balls closer than she liked to her nose, forcing her to take in his heady scent, but if she was upside down it would be much easier for her to swallow his whole length without harming her throat.

 

[Poprockz]

He considered her proposal for a moment, wondering if she was simply fishing for a way to possibly escape or hurt him, but he had to admit that the idea did appeal to him. Damien recognized that the angle certainly would be better with her mouth and throat lined up, making it less uncomfortable for the woman. For those reasons, he simply nodded. "Okay, that would be fine."

His wet cock bobbed slightly as he moved off of her, untying one of her cuffs to release her from the bar. When she was free, he kept a firm grip on her, not buying for a second that she was simply defeated and subservient to him. Given the chance, she would stab him through the back and leap through a window if she could, metaphorically speaking. There were hardly any windows in the cabin, and the ones he did have were higher up to give lots of light and people looking inside.

The leg-bar was left as-is, but he gently shifted her so that her head lolled off the side of the bed. He looked at her for a moment, scanning her flushed face, her silky dark hair, her gorgeous body. Though he didn't intend to take her life, the next few days of hers would be his, he decided. However, he wondered how to secure her at the moment; the man stood there in silent contemplation for a minute.

He couldn't just cuff her in front, that would leave him open to being scratched or punched. The side of the large bed was too wide to cuff her to the bed posts, and having her hands cuffed behind her back would be uncomfortable and troublesome. The bottom of the bed could be used, but the chest was in the way. Still holding onto her wrists, he cuffed her once more and simply held the chain, moving over to the chest and opening it once more. A longer rope was taken out and he moved her back to her position on the side of the bed. It was tied to the chain on her cuffs, and then to the bar between her legs to keep her hands downward and contained, but to keep it so that if she tried to make a move, she would be greatly hindered and he would see it coming.

With that, he let go of her and simply moved next to her mouth to line his cock up with it. The man looked down at her, his cock very hard in anticipation of having her sweet lips around it.

"It may feel good in the moment to bite me, but I promise that if that's what you decide to do, then you will surely regret it. I have the means to keep it on ice and have it reattached, or merely treated for a bite if that's the case. However, my blood in your mouth will be the last thing you ever taste, and neither of us want that." His voice was dead-serious, his expression still a sharp one, his eyes demanding. He rubbed the head of his cock against her lips and then pressed it into her cheek slightly.

"Do you understand?"

 

[Drobabes]

She avoided his gaze for the time being as he worked. His actions were all expected, but honestly, she was growing very fatigued from all the stress. Unless a really good opportunity arose to escape, it simply wasn't worth it. She used the few minutes, instead, to just rest and try to zone out as much as was possible given the circumstances.

"...my blood in your mouth will be the last thing you ever taste...

Do you understand?"

The memory of that horrible cracking snap, and then the thump as the body hit the ground, was clear and fresh in her mind. She understood completely how dangerous this man was, even if he had treated her 'nicely' thus far. All it would likely take was pushing the wrong button, and she might become his next victim.

"I understand completely."

It had been a stupid, very stupid, move to let her anger get the better of her earlier while he still had her in such a vulnerable position. She was beginning to come to her senses and realize that pissing him off further was not in her best interests. With that in mind, she opens her mouth for him and waits to take him, not needing to be told.

 

[Poprockz]

“Good...” he reached down for a moment, palm to skin with his fingers spread and slid his hand from her cheek down her neck and to the center of her chest. He could feel the steady beating of her heart, the woman seemingly having calmed down considerably. Still, he wondered what it would be like if that heart beat for him. The thought made him frown, recoiling from her smooth skin. He would never be given that, and he knew it- all he could do was take what he could get.

Damien noticed that she had her mouth open almost submissively, and he took the base of his cock in hand, guiding his member into her soft mouth. He groaned softly when his cock brushed against her tongue, the soft heat of it making him almost shudder. Starting out slow, he moved his hips only slightly, not yet delving deeply into her throat. The juices from his cock rubbed off onto her tongue, forcing her to taste the culmination of both of their orgasms.

With his other hand, he reached down and started to knead her breast. He wasn’t particularly gentle, but he didn’t squeeze her harshly. His index and thin tweaked her nipple, pulling slightly against it at times.

“After I cum inside you again, I will let you sleep. Then I will see you tomorrow morning.” he murmured as he moved in and out, trying to angle so that his cock rubbed mostly over the slick tongue.

 

[Drobabes]

She hated that he was still moving slow, touching her skin and kneading her breasts like they were his toys. She wanted these next few days to just be over with.

Her hands ached, and she realized she had been balling them up into fists, so she forced herself to relax and just focus on the sensations. The taste of his cock was nothing new, but his own musky smell was a bit different. It was...better? Pleasant? Perhaps he just had better hygiene then the men she had been with.

He told her he would allow her to sleep when he was done, and suddenly she felt overwhelmingly exhausted. She wanted that almost of much as she wanted to be free. However, to get that, she would have to make him cum...

Waiting until he took a slightly deeper thrust, she closed her lips around his hard cock and swallowed, letting him feel the muscles of her throat work just the tip of his mushroom head. While he was still captured in her mouth, she worked her tongue from side to side and pressed against his silky veins. She knew she could send him quicker to his peak by moaning and rubbing herself, but, she wasn't willing to give that part of herself up just yet, unless he demanded it of her.

 

[Poprockz]

“Fuck!” He sucked in a breath, his body tensing for a moment as he felt the muscles of her throat close in on him. His hand squeezed her breast slightly and he let go, panting slightly as he savored the feeling of her tongue sliding along his shaft.

“That feels good, but I don’t want this over too quickly...” he breathed, pushing his cock further into her mouth so that a couple more inches disappeared between her lips. He could see a slight bulge in her throat where his head was, and he watched it with interest for a few moments before a flick of her tongue made him shudder.

Damien knew his body was getting riled up more quickly than he wanted, so he closed his eyes and slowed his breathing, taking deep breaths as he thrusted in and out of her mouth at a sensual pace. His body relaxed more and he felt the acceleration of his orgasm taper off, slowing to a more controlled pace.

 

[Drobabes]

She swallows again as his cock works her throat, knowing from experience that if she didn't, she would likely gag and puke a bit. His balls were almost nestled against her nose now, and the smell of him was almost overwhelming, leaving her a bit dizzy. When the salty taste of his pre-cum coats her tongue, she has to swallow a second time to get it down

“That feels good, but I don’t want this over too quickly...”

Goddamnit!, she thought. Why couldn't it just be over? Why did he have to keep torturing her?

A small sound of frustration escapes her throat and vibrates against his shaft. Her hands wanted to form fists again but instead of letting them, she grabs the bindings holding her cuffs.

 

[Poprockz]

“Oh...” he softly moans, panting from the way she continued to swallow. He couldn’t help but start to increase the pace of his thrusts, his hand letting go of his cock. Both of his hands moved to hold either side of her face as he fucked her mouth. His cock pulsed inside her, clearly letting her know that he was quite turned on by this.

When she let out her little disgruntled sound, he groaned and had to swallow hard himself, taking a couple deep breaths to calm himself. Obviously she wanted him to cum in her mouth already so she could be rid of him for the day, but he had no intention of speeding things up for her benefit. After all, blowjobs were mostly focused on the man’s pleasure, just as eating a pussy out was for a woman’s.

Damian’s balls started to bounce slightly on her face, almost as though they were patting her condescendingly. “Your mouth is amazing...” he said out loud, not necessarily expecting a response.

 

[Drobabes]

His cock was huge in her throat and she was glad he had allowed her to lay down. If she had tried to take his full length as hard as it was now, while she was sitting up, she probably wouldn't have been able to talk or swallow after without it causing some serious pain. As it were, she was struggling a bit to keep up with his pace. His soft balls kept blocking her nose when she needed to take a breath, and a few times her timing was off when she needed to swallow.

Her hands let go of her bonds and reach up to push against him, only to be stopped by the cuffs. Despite her best efforts, she was panicking slightly as a dangerous amount of saliva built up in her mouth.

A particularly deep thrust caught her off guard and she gags, her slim frame shaking for a moment as she forces herself to swallow and not puke into her airway. She had never struggled taking a man in this position before, but she had also never been held down like this either. A claustrophobic feeling was sneaking up to the forefront of her mind, and she can't help herself as she whines and mewls against his thick cock, her hands shaking the cuffs once more.

 

[Poprockz]

The fact that she was trying to tell him to stop was not lost on him, his keen eyes catching the way her hands instinctively tried to come up to push on his chest. He wanted to stop, to let her swallow, but the way she struggled and whined turned him on immensely. It was as though he was seeing her at her most vulnerable, desperate and lost.

He couldn’t control himself, starting to thrust harder as he let himself go, climbing the peaks of bliss. His hips rolled against her mouth, his balls getting more air as he pumped more forcefully. He noticed her eyes watering again and he wiped the edges of her eyes with his thumbs, utterly lost in the beauty of her pleading gaze.

“Fuck... you’re going to make me cum!” He moaned, closing in on the finish line. He was partly thrusting, partly pulling her mouth on and off him at this point. Her gagging noises of struggle making him groan in ecstasy.

“Yes! Yes! Oh god...” he choked out, his cock swelling in her mouth and spitting out another load of his creamy seed. He shuddered and pulled back so that his head was in her mouth. He wanted her to taste him, to let his load grace that agile tongue of hers.

 

[Drobabes]

Her eyes clamped shut and she mewled desperately as he used her throat for his own pleasure. Her head was swimming from the combination of panic and now a little pain as he thrust into her, over and over. When at last he finally came into her sweet little mouth, he forces her to take his seed or risk choking on it.

Desperately she swallows it down, gasps a lungful of air perfumed with the heedy scent of him, then swallows again.

The feeling of it, so warm and salty, sliding down into her belly made her nauseous again. She doesn't refuse him though, she simply lets her tongue rest on his shaft as she breaths rapidly through her nose, trying to catch her breathe.

 

[Poprockz]

He panted, leaning over her and resting his arms against the bed, his cock still in her mouth. It had felt so good to release himself inside her, and she had sucked down his seed without question. He knew she simply did it to get it out of the way, but it hadn’t occurred to her to hold it in her mouth in spite and spit it out. Some of his cream was in her pussy, and some in her belly. Tomorrow, he would have to make sure he claimed her elsewhere as well.

There was no rush, though. She was his guest for several days and he doubted she would be missed during that time with the pandemic going on.

Damien slowly took back his cock, tucking it back in his boxers as he sighed. She had earned herself a rest, and he would give that to her as promised.

He gently undid the rope tying her cuff chain to the bar, tossing it onto the chest. The covers at the top of the bed were drawn back before he returned to her, undoing the bar on her ankles and tossing it near the chest as well. She was then scooped up and deposited into the open spot, the man drawing the covers back over her. The handcuffs were undone and redone so that she was tied to the bar at the head of the bed again, but as he stood up and looked at her, he decided that something more was needed to keep her there. He grabbed a pair of metal handcuffs with leather padding on the inside, and replaced her original cuffs with those. Without a key, she wouldn’t be able to get out of them.

He sighed and stood up, stretching before tucking her in. “Goodnight...” was all he said before turning away.

Damien then left her there and went to the couch, grabbing a pillow from the bed and a blanket from within the living room. The man plopped down on it and pulled the blanket over himself, almost cuddling against the back of the couch.

 

[Drobabes]

She felt like a ragdoll, going all but limp in his arms save for holding her head up. As he covered her up and then chose the couch instead of the bed with her, which she was almost sure he would, she almost couldn't believe it. Was he really just going to leave her to sleep on her own?

Inspecting her cuffs, she wiggled and tested them, only to find that they were obnoxiously loud even with the slightest of movements. Unless she could be extremely quiet, she didn't think she would be able to mess with them without waking him up, nor did she have the strength. She was so damn tired, but at the same time, she was scared to fall asleep. What if he just changed his mind and held a pillow over her face?

Tears brim up again despite thinking she couldn't cry anymore, and she tries to roll on her side facing away from him. The cuffs prevented much movement however, and it hurt her shoulders to try and lay that way. How was she supposed to sleep like this? Laying on her side was going to be impossible, but the thought of laying on her back and leaving herself vulnerable to...whatever he might do to her made her too nervous. Finally, after a lot of maneuvering and rattling the cuffs, she settles for sleeping on her stomach.

Exhaustion claimed her quickly despite thinking she wouldn't be able to close eyes, and soon enough, her breathing is even and deep. In the peace that only unconsciousness could bring, her face is finally able to relax and lose the sour expression.

 

[Poprockz]

Part of the reason he didn’t sleep with her was because every little movement she made would wake him. He was an extremely light sleeper, ready to get up at a moment’s notice. He had learned from an early age that one was never safe, not even in their bed when they drifted off to sleep. Especially not there. For that reason, he lay awake as her chains rattled, only being able to drift off once she had done so.

As always, he didn’t dream, simply waking up in the morning at 8:00 am sharp as per normal. He yawned and stretched, very quietly getting up and slipping into the bathroom. He used it, showered, dressed, and was out in 20 minutes. She was still asleep when he exited the bathroom, and he glanced at her sleeping face for a moment. It was so pure, almost angelic the way it almost seemed like she had escaped, if only in her mind.

Damien looked away and headed to the kitchen, turning on his electric kettle to get some coffee going. He looked in the fridge and checked it’s contents. He had actually bought some supplies and stored them here within the week, having planned on making it his little getaway for a weekend. A place where no one could find him.

He took out the eggs, the bread, and some bacon. The cream was also taken out in preparation for the coffee itself.