Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

[Drobabes]

Despite the noises he was making in the kitchen, it was the smell of freshly brewed coffee that actually roused her. In her dreams, it mingled with memories of lake side cabin vacations with her parents and brother. She could almost hear them laughing on the front porch while in the kitchen, her brother made his famous espresso.

Still deeply in the clutches of sleep, and not having yet opened her eyes, Cora attempts to call out to him.

"Quint...make me a cup too please..."

She isn't quiet, knowing she has to speak up if she wants him to hear her. He knew he would too, because they loved each other and they loved doing little things like that for each other. Her whole family did, really.

The feeling of the soft sheets against her cheek was so nice that she lets herself dose back into the sweet dream while she waits.

 

[Poprockz]

Damien pursed his lips when he heard the name “Quint.” Maybe she was telling the truth when she talked about having a boyfriend, or maybe she still wasn’t over her ex. It almost put a pit in his stomach, to think that she already had obtained the very thing that had eluded him. In any case,
It was coffee she wanted, and he was happy to oblige. Once it was ready, he walked over and set the cup down on the bedside table, setting a little pitcher of cream and a sugar cup right next to it.

He didn’t want to wake her, so he very lightly unlocked one of her hand cuffs and made it so that only one of her wrists was cuffed to the bed. With that done successfully, he went back into the kitchen and started the bacon.

Instead of the sporty gear he had worn, today he simply wore black jeans with a silvery grey button-up shirt that matched his eyes. Once the bacon was done, he cooked the eggs and toast, dishing her up a plate and setting it also on the bed-side table as he ate at the little table in the kitchen.

 

[Drobabes]

The clink of the breakfast plate finally brought her fully out of her slumber, and as she rubbed her eyes, she tried to sit up-only to be stopped by the cuff. She remembered everything then, and the realization that she had been dreaming about the cabin made her want to cry. She took a deep breath instead and sat up on the bed, pulling the covers up to cover her chest.

The coffee and breakfast surprised her, even if it probably shouldn't have. What the hell was with this guy, anyway? Speaking of...

She peered around the room and found him sitting at the table in the little kitchen. Her gaze was sleepy, but steady.

"Hey...can I go to the bathroom?"

As much as she didn't want him near her, she really, really had to pee.

 

[Poprockz]

He looked up mid-bite on a piece of bacon. Chewing for a second or two and wiping his hands on a napkin, he got up and strode over to her, grabbing her free wrist firmly as he unlocked her other cuff. Then... he simply let go. Damien was confident that she wouldn’t be able to get out of the cabin in the brief time it took her to pee, especially since she was naked and the bathroom had no windows. The front door was still padlocked, and he was awake to keep an eye on her.

After she was free he pointed to a door in the living room. “It’s over there. Feel free to shower or bathe if you like, but keep in mind that your breakfast will get cold if you do.” He paused and opened his mouth as though he was going to say something more before shutting it and shaking his head. Turning, he went back to his breakfast, taking a bite of toast and chewing with what almost seemed like frustration.

It was bugging him: who was Quint? And yet he couldn’t bring himself to ask. His bare foot tapped on the floor quietly before he noticed and stopped, taking a swig of coffee. It was none of his business who he was, especially since this was more like a weekend vacation, after which they would go their separate ways. Still, the idea of it made his teeth clench, and he wasn’t sure quite what to do about it.

 

[Drobabes]

She stared at him for a moment, both surprised and on edge that he would just leave her to get up and help yourself to the bathroom. But he had, and, well, she wasn't going to just sit in bed and piss herself.

She looks at the covers, thinks it over for a moment, then pushes them aside and just climbs right out of bed. She does little more than cross her arms over her chest as she quickly makes her way to the bathroom. Once inside, he can hear the toilet flush after a moment, and then the sound of the shower running.

She stays in there for a long time, no doubt not leaving until the water had run cold. When she comes back out, she has managed to find a towel and wrap it around herself.

She stands in doorway, her arms crossed and her expression a bit awkward, like she didn't know what she was supposed to do now. Or perhaps, what she was allowed to do. She reaches up to tuck a wet lock of hair behind her ear, and the motion causes a bead of water to run down her chest and pool in cleavage.

 

[Poprockz]

Her food was now on a different plate and he glanced up at her, gesturing at it. “I put your food in the oven to try to keep it warm but the plate was too hot so I had to put it on a new one. You should probably eat and drink some coffee... you seemed to really want some earlier.” Damien finished his last bite and stood up, taking the plate into the kitchen and setting it in the sink.

When he came back, he looked her up and down, thinking to himself how utterly breathtaking she was with her wet hair and soft towel. He wondered what it would have been like to shower with her, to share kisses in the steamy stream of water. His cock stirred in his pants but he ignored it, looking away from her and moving back to the kitchen.

He grabbed another cup of coffee and doused it with cream, taking it and sitting back at the little kitchen table, waiting for her to sit down and eat.

 

[Drobabes]

Her gaze never left him as he moved around the cabin, and although the gesture was sweet, she couldn't help but feel like he was trying to pull something with that food.

She fidgets with her nails, still refusing to budge from the doorway.

"How long are you going to keep me here?"

 

[Poprockz]

“Today and tomorrow.” He answered, taking a sip of his coffee and looking up at her after a couple seconds when she didn’t budge from her spot. His eyes looked from her to the food and back, his head moving to the side to gesture at the food insistently.

When she still didn’t move, he frowned. “If you don’t eat that food, I will feed it to you myself, and it will be really uncomfortable for both us so... Eat. The food. " His eyes looked at her warningly, giving her the impression that he wouldn’t ask her again. Damien didn’t want her to go hungry or starve in his care, and having her well-fed would prevent her from being tired out as quickly also.

 

[Drobabes]

Her eyes glanced up, then finally she left the door. She sat down on the edge of the bed, making sure to keep him in view, then picked the plate up and began to eat.

Once she finished, she sat the plate down by the cup of coffee that she hadn't touched.

 

[Poprockz]

He sighed and eyed her coffee. Obviously, she thought he had drugged it or some such thing, but what would have been the point of that? Either he would have a drugged-up rag doll with no personality, or a dead-weight sleeper. Neither of those options appealed to him, nor aroused him as much as the idea of having her awake and able to interact with him.

Damien stood up and slowly walked over to her, leaning over her slightly with his tousled black hair and steely eyes. It almost looked as though he were about to say something until he reached over, picked up her coffee, took a large drink, set it down, and went back to his own table. He shuddered; her coffee had been black with not a drop of creamy comfort in it.

“You might put some cream in there. Black coffee is disgusting.” He took a sip of his own drink and swished it around his mouth to get the other bitterness off his tongue.

 

[Drobabes]

Her breath hitched as he came near her, sure he was going to start molesting her again, but instead he...took a swig of the coffee? Her expression was one of confusion now. She didn't understand these silly games he was playing, toying with her head.

"No thank you. I don't want any."

Well if he wasn't going to do anything to her, then she would rather escape to the safety of her thoughts. She crawls back up on the bed and climbs under the covers, hesitating for a moment but ultimately deciding to pull the blanket up over her head, wrapping herself in like a cacoon.

 

[Poprockz]

He couldn’t take it anymore- he had to know. Damien got up and moved to the bed, sitting down at the side and crossing his arms. “Are you sure about that? You seemed to want coffee so much that you asked Quint for some in your sleep.”

His eyes studied the lump in the bed that was his captive, noting the small movements she made as though he were trying to anticipate any violent actions she might intend to take. He really wanted to know who this man was, so it was worth swallowing his pride for.

 

[Drobabes]

She couldn't help but flinch. Fuck, had she actually said that out loud? And why was he so bothered by a fucking name she had said in her sleep. Then it hit her, and an awful feeling gripped her chest as she suddenly recognized the question for what it was-possessiveness.

Suddenly she was up and out of that bed like something had stung her in the ass. She scrambles across the room and runs into the kitchen where she places herself behind a chair, gripping the back of it tightly. Her whole body is shaking and quivering as she stares at him with a familiar look. It was that wet kitten look again, full of fear, like he was going to come across that room and hit her.

"I w-was just dreaming! D-dreaming of my family. I t-thought my brother was making his c-coffee!"

Tears have started to stream down her face again and her breaths are coming so fast, working herself up into a full on panic attack.

 

[Poprockz]

He was a bit startled by her sudden movement, raising his arms in defense when she erupted from the bed. However, his defensiveness quickly turned to confusion when she ran for the kitchen, using a flimsy chair as a barrier between the two of them, as though that would have protected her from him. Although, it was more why she was doing this that confused him. As he listened and watched her mannerisms, he believed what she was telling him.

He remained sitting on the bed and put his arms out just a little. “Woah woah woah, calm down there. It was a simple question and I believe your answer.” He felt sated, knowing that it was simply her brother that she had called out for and not another man that truly had her love. It made him feel a bit powerful and relieved at the news.

Damien stood up slowly and advanced toward her, still with his arms out cautiously. “I’m not going to hurt you. Not if I can help it. Please just calm down.” His eyes flicked around the kitchen, wondering if he had foolishly left out the knife he had used for the bacon.

 

[Drobabes]

Despite his assuring words and cautious steps, she couldn't do as he asked. With every step he took towards her, she took a step back, until finally she couldn't.

Her back hit the wall and one hand braced against it while the other went out in front of her with a 'stop' gesture.

"Please don't..."

She swallowed and her breath hitched again as she tried to control it.

"I'm sorry I won't say it again, please..please don't.."

She didn't even notice that she had shrunk down slightly against the wall, all she knew was that his eyes were like cold steel as she stared up into them, terrified of a punishment she was sure was coming.

 

[Poprockz]

Something twisted in his stomach, the scene seeming somewhat familiar. It wasn't the usual scene where a girl would beg for him not to take her, or beg for their life before they knew he wasn't going to kill them. No, this was different. These were the pleas of someone who expected a violent comeuppance for their "indiscretion." She acted as though he was going to advance, grab her by the hair and slam her into the counter or something.

Somewhere in Damien's mind he thought about how cute she looked when she was scared, but he didn't like that she thought that he was someone he actually wasn't. True, he had snapped a man's neck with his bare hands, but it wasn't like he was one to perpetrate domestic abuse.

He paused, straightening up and rubbing his chin in concern. This was a new situation for him and he didn't quite know what to do about it. Of course he could continue on, grab her, and force her to the bed until she calmed down, but he considered that it might just make her hyperventilate. Damien had only ever had a girl for three days maximum, so he didn't really know how women liked to be comforted.

"Hey... just... just stay there and calm down. I'll... be in the living room." The man grabbed his coffee, his eyes still a bit wide from his thoughts racing. When he sat down on the couch he stared hard into his coffee, feeling a bit inadequate. Was he supposed to hug her? Was that what she needed? Or would that violate her personal space?

 

[Drobabes]

For a full minute she stood with her back to the wall, just breathing hard and trying to make sense of his actions. But she couldn't. He was..so much different than what she was used to. This didn't make any sense to her in the slightest.

She had asked him to stop and he had. Infact, he had completely walked away to let her calm down. But he had had kidnapped her. He had killed someone.

That someone had been trying to rape you, girl.

She froze on that thought. That's what he had done. He had done it...gently, but he still had forced her. That should have outweighed anything nice he had done, shouldn't it?

She sniffed and brought a hand to her face to wipe her eyes, then wiped her hand on the towel. The towel, right. Another thing he had done-cut her clothes off. On second thought, maybe that coffee didn't sound so bad. And a shirt. And pants.

Still shaking somewhat, she made her way over to the coffee cup that he had left, avoiding his gaze, and she added some cream. Carefully she sat down with it and sipped on it.

"You don't make any sense to me. You could have any girl you wanted, so why drag women out here against their will and then forcibly pamper them? Why kidnap someone and then treat them like they have a choice in what happens to them?"

She looks at him from her peripheral, still not quite willing to meet his gaze again.

 

[Poprockz]

When he saw her put the cream into the coffee and drink it, a small satisfied smile crosses his face for a moment. However that smile slipped off his face at her next question.

“What do you mean? I don’t know where you’re getting this from, but you don’t have a choice. By the end of tomorrow, I will have sex with you several times. You don’t have a say in that, really.” He sipped his own coffee, swishing the liquid around the cup as his expression turned somewhat sour.

“As for the other part, I- well that’s none of your business. You’re leaving tomorrow, and this isn’t “Damien’s therapy cabin.” The man tapped his index finger on his leg, unconsciously letting out a bit of anxiety from her question. He could understand why she was asking about herself in this situation, but why was she asking about him? It wasn’t like knowing anything about him would change anything.

Damien wasn’t stupid, he knew a lot of girls considered him handsome and he had a nice body that he had worked hard for, but there was so much more to relationships than the shell on the outside.

Damien finished off his coffee and moved to the kitchen for more.

 

[Drobabes]

Damien. So that was his name, huh? She had always thought that name was really cute, but coming from his lips it put a sour tang on it that just didn't sound as appealing anymore.

She sips on her own coffee as he heads back into the kitchen to get more, still reeling a little from anxiety. The mention of more sex wasn't helping, but the hope that he would actually let her go tomorrow was giving her back a bit of spine. She could get through this, hopefully without any pain, and then she would move on with her life and never have to see this fucker again.

A few more sips from her cup and she sets it's down, then fiddles with the towel, trying to tighten it a bit as she waited.

 

[Poprockz]

“Your name is Cora, right? I went through your jean pocket for your keys and saw it on one of your keychains.” He put his cup in the sink, coming over to her briefly to take her dishes away as well. He turned on the sink to soak them and then left them there, turning to her. His eyes noticed her fidgeting with the towel and were drawn to the movement.

“Now that breakfast is over, I think I’m in the mood for something a little sweeter.” Damien commented, looking into her eyes pointedly. He didn’t make a move yet, but he intended to cuff her once more to ensure compliance. He wanted to taste between her legs, let his tongue roam her skin and the folds of her beautiful pussy.

The man started to unbutton his shirt slowly, his fingers nimble and quick even though his pace was more relaxed. When it was all the way open, he slipped it off and hung the shirt over the back of the dining room chair. However, he didn’t make a move to remove his pants at this point. He slowly started advancing, trying to gauge her reaction.

 

[Drobabes]

She bristled as he spoke her name, not for so much that she hadn't expected him to find out, but just... something in the way he said it. It sent a chill right up her spine.

He had her full attention as he approached, his eyes hungry and eating her up. Her breathing picked up again, but she made no move to run away. This was going to happen.

Her hands grip the side of the bed, almost unconsciously, and she swallows hard. The site of his toned body brought back memories from the night before, and despite her fear, her hot sex soaked itself in preparation.

 

[Poprockz]

He was soon standing in front of her, a bulge in his jeans, and a hungry look in his eyes. He reached down and took her wrists in hand, his head lowering as though he were going to kiss her before he pursed his lips and drew back. The man wanted to push his lips against hers, to part her lips and let his tongue rush inside. Perhaps he would later, but it was too risky when she wasn’t cuffed.

The man then reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the regular leather cuffs. He could have used the metal ones, but he found that the leather was more comfortable even if the metal was padded. Damien knew how sore it could make one if they struggled against them for more than an hour at a time, how the softness only disguised the hard, unyielding grip of the metal. He regretted having to use the metal ones at night, but he couldn’t risk her slipping out of the leather while he slept; she wouldn’t be struggling against them at night much anyway.

Her wrists were cuffed to the head of the bed once more, and he looked down at the towel now. Reaching out, he slowly pulled it away from her body, revealing her attractive features. The soft towel dragged over her nipples, rubbing against her little buns. His eyes appraised her again, the man standing and admiring for a minute before he slowly went to the foot of the bed and picked up the ankle-bar once more.

“Hold still and let me secure your legs.” The way he spoke insinuated that it would be best for her to comply, but he wasn’t quite commanding her to do it just yet if she wanted to try to convince him otherwise. Damien didn’t want to be kicked off the bed again, still a bit offended that she had done so.

 

[Drobabes]

She tried very hard to put on a brave front and hold her ground, but as his face came so close to hers, she leaned back again. The intensity in his eyes was insane. Usually she avoided making eye contact with people unless she had to. She just found it awkward and slightly like it was some kind of challenge. Only a small handful of people had ever made her comfortable enough to be soft and warm with them, but Damien was...different. Something about those steel eyes held her, like if she dared to breath at the wrong moment she might melt, and not in the good way.

She let out a small breath she didn't know she was holding when he finally moved away from her and cuffed her again, and shivered as he pulled the towel away from his little prize. Her cheeks turned scarlet as he took her in, making her feel small and helpless.

"Hold still and let me secure your legs."

The way he had held her legs down last night had hurt like a mother, and she still felt the ache, even now.

"Is that really necessary? You already have me cuffed..."

She didn't think she was going to get out of it, but it was still worth a shot.

 

[Poprockz]

"Hm." He thought about it for a moment, considering granting her request. Damien knew that there were things he would do that might startle her, so he wasn't sure if letting her have her legs free was the best option. However, she had asked nicely, and it would probably be more comfortable for her if he didn't. He loved the way her cheeks had flushed when the towel was removed, finding her expression to be absolutely adorable.

Damien set the bar down and crawled onto the bed sliding his hands all the way from her ankles, up to her thighs, the tips of his fingertips lightly brushing over her skin on the way back down.

"I'm going to leave the bar off, then. However, no matter what I do to you, if you kick me or try to strangle me, you're going to very much regret it. I don't mind if you squeeze me with them or even wrap them around my waist, but I think you already know the difference in intention between each of those things." He wanted to set that clear boundary, guaranteeing that she knew what his terms were.

He moved down and kissed her ankle, then her calf, her knee, and then her thigh. His hands were gently placed on her knees and he parted them, making it so that he had a direct view to her sex. Damien's mouth watered as he noticed that she was already wet, his eyebrow going up. No words were spoken, but he was secretly pleased that her body responded so well to him.

 

[Drobabes]

Watching him crawl on the bed did something awful to her poor psych. Too many nights alone between boyfriend's, with nothing better to do but watch porn and touch herself, had solidified that particular action as extremely sexy. He looked fucking hot, and the circumstances didn't change that fact.

His hands, like fire against her skin, sent gooseflesh all up and down her thighs, and the light caresses had her struggling not to pull back from his touch. She could only nod her agreement, not trusting her voice to squeak or do something else equally embarrassing if she tried to talk.

Soft lips on her ankles, then working up her legs...it was torture, and she sent out a silent thankful prayer that she wasn't too ticklish at least. Her cunt was not helping her, and it's moisture only grew the closer his face got and she was terrified that he could already smell her. As he parted her legs she fought him just the tiniest bit; she didn't want him to see.

Oh but he had, and the look on his face said it all. The blush that had been burning her face crept up even farther then she thought possible. Her ears felt hot, and her chest almost itched with the warmth blooming across it and up her neck. Her eyes meet his briefly, and what she sees there causes her to turn her face to the side and attempt to hide behind her damp hair.