Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

[Drobabes]

She has to break away from his kiss to gasp and catch her breath. With her eyes still closed, she leans her forehead against his and thrusts her hips up to meet him, trying to slow the pace a little, grinding herself against his groin before letting him pull back. His cock felt exquisite in her hot folds and she wanted it to last for hours.

"You feel...so good."

The sound of her cunt, so wet on his cock, filled her ears and made her mouth water.

 

[Poprockz]

He got the message, feeling how she seemed to be trying to keep him inside her longer. His hips slowed a bit to a more romantic pace, rolling his hips softly against her as he panted. Damien wanted to press his lips back to her once more, but he recognized that it was probably just one of those things that he could do for days without getting tired of it.

"You too... Cora." He breathed. His left hand caressed her face and his thumb rubbed her cheek softly.

He then moved down, kissing her collarbone, her shoulder, her neck, and right above her breast before resting his forehead against her once more.

 

[Drobabes]

Her eyes slowly opened to her name being said, so gently, and she leaned into his touch. She watched him hungrily as his lips traveled down her body. Her hips met his slower paced thrusts, and she let him lay his head on her chest for a moment before pushing her chest up to him ever so slightly, offering her breasts to him. Her hands glide down his shoulders, feeling the contours of his muscles, and come to rest on his arms.

The sight of his slow thrusts were so erotic, filling her so deeply with each thrust. She was tempted to ask him to take her ass again, but that had taken him some work to build her up to the point where she could handle his big cock, and besides, what he was doing right now felt so unbelievably good. She didn't want him to pull out of her.

After a few more slow thrusts, she places her hands on the bed and tries to sit up a little.

"Take the dress off...please..."

She asked, almost begged, him.

"I want to feel your hands on my skin."

 

[Poprockz]

He had just been about to pull her dress down from her breasts when she heard her request, her body moving upward and away from his mouth. Damien gathered her skirt and pulled it past her ass from under her, gathering it and pulling it quickly up her torso. He slipped her arms and head out of it and tossed the dress to the side, now completely forgotten.

His hips started moving again and he moved his face forward kissing his way from her collar to her breast before latching onto her breast. His lips cupped her nipple and he sucked, making sure to pull on it just a bit before letting his tongue slip and slide around it. It was so damn sexy the way she had pushed her chest up toward him, and he couldn't help but moan as he let go of her breast and gave it a long lick before moving to the other one.

Damien wished there was a way he could convey in words how he felt, but the words eluded him. It felt so intimate, being with her. It wasn't about cumming rather than the act of sex and closeness. His teeth nibbled gently on her nipple, being careful not to hurt her by accident.

He put his arms around her waist and shifted, rolling them over so that she was now on top. Though, he bent his legs and held her to him, still slowly but deeply pumping his cock into her wet heat.

 

[Drobabes]

She moaned and mewled, offering her breasts to him as her hands gripped his wrists, the sensations almost making her cum again. Her nipples felt so sensitive; his warm, wet tongue making the little buds harden and peak. As his teeth gently gripped one, she gasped and squeezed him harder, the pleasure causing her to rock her hips against his waist hard.

Suddenly he was moving them, placing her on top and thrusting into her from a new angle. Her lips part as she breaths raggedly, and she takes a moment to enjoy the feeling of her clit rubbing against his groin, grinding herself on him lewdly. Her hands seek his out and she entertwines her fingers between his, then pushes against them to lift her body up. Her ass slides back down slowly, allowing his engorged member to feel the heat of her slick sheath as she watched his face with hooded eyes. The new position allowed her to do more of the work, with a little help, and she was eager to see the way her flushed body effected him.

 

[Poprockz]

He groaned and laid his head back as she pushed back on his hands and let his cock slide deeply inside her again, his hands squeezing hers slightly from the intensity of the feeling. He continued to thrust slowing into her, but now felt her hips eagerly meeting each thrust.

Panting, he opened his eyes and looked up at her, his eyes drifting from her flushed face, to her bouncing breasts, her beautiful abdomen, and then back up to her hazel eyes. She was so beautiful, so sexy, it almost overwhelmed him. His cock twitched inside her and he had to pant with a few shuddering deep breaths and close his eyes for a moment to keep himself from going too close to the edge.

"Shit... that was close..." he moaned, opening his eyes again to look up at Cora. Her eyes were mesmerizing, making him feel like he would be lost if he looked into them for too long. However, it seemed like it would be a small price to pay.

 

[Drobabes]

The way he responded to her sent a warm flush of emotion through her. She had very rarely felt this way with men and she absolutely loves the way he was responding to her, as if the mere sight of her could make him cum. She felt sexy, and powerful, and grateful for him allowing her to be in this position. It meant so much to her when a man let her take charge a little, and with Damien it felt even more special. She understood this wasn't something that he was giving to her lightly, and it made it all the more precious.

Switching from using his hands to her legs to lift herself, she loosens her fingers so that she can glide them down his chest, starting at his collarbone and very lightly rubbing over his nipples, then stopping on his stomach so she could feel the way his muscles contract when she thrusts down against him.

Leaning back a bit, she grips his legs and gives him a show as she begins to bounce on his cock, being careful not to go too fast or too high up, lest he slip out and she hurt him by accident. She lets her head loll back slightly, and using one hand, she reaches up to roll and pinch her nipple between her thumb and index finger while she moans loudly.

 

[Poprockz]

Reluctantly, he let her disentangle her fingers from his, his own hands going to her hips for a moment as he revels in the feeling of her soft hands gliding over his skin. When she paused at his nipples, a little shiver when through him at the welcome touch. Was she some kind of siren? A woman sent to lure him down into the dark depths of the ocean? All he knew was that he would try to ingrain this scene into his memory.

He watched in awe as she leaned back, her body writhing with such grace on his cock. It feelt so good the way her hot pussy squeezed and enveloped him time after time. Another groan escaped his lips, his hips bucking slightly as she started to play with her own nipple. Her sounds were so hot, her feminine voice telling tales of how turned on he made her feel.

Damien moaned, raising his hands above his head and letting them rest there. What he didn't see was that the metal handcuffs were still wrapped around the bar, within reach of his wrists, should his captive notice.

 

[Drobabes]

She was so close to cumming, his cock twitching in her pussy and gliding so easily over her g-spot. She wanted to make it last though, so she reluctantly forced herself to slow her pace. Sliding her hand from her nipple and down her stomach, she places her fingers between the fuzz of his pubic hair and her clit, using them as a barrier between himself and her sensitive clit. When she looks at him again, a small smile touches her lips at his relaxed position. Her eyes slowly roam over his body and...

She notices the handcuffs, so close to his wrists. For one split second, she pauses in her thrusting. Quickly, she grinds against him, biting her lip and meeting his eyes in an attempt to hide what she had seen.

Her mind begins to race with the opportunity that the cuffs presented. She had a chance here, a real chance, at escape. If she could do it, if she could get his wrists in those cuffs, then she knew she could run. But...

She didn't have the spine to kill him. And, while true that she could call the cops once she was free, one look around the cabin reminded her of how much wealth he had and how easily he could buy himself out of the system. There was still that slim chance that he had been lying to her from the very beginning and he was planning on killing her when he was done with her. Right now might make the difference between life and death.

She leans down over him and begins to kiss him again, her own tongue timidly exploring this time as she grinded against his cock. Her hands slide up his arms, feeling his muscles one more, and lazily reaching up for his hands...

If she turned him in and he got out of jail, she would spend the rest of her life running or hiding. She had escaped a monster once before, but not by herself. She had had help. While she knew she could call on that help again, a deep pang of fear and haunting pain stabbed through her heart and stopped her hands from going any further.

She didn't want to live like that again. Not looking over her shoulder at every movement out of the corner of her eye, fearing every imagined double meaning behind what a man said to her in a bar, or flirty text.

She was scared to die-of course she was...but...some things were worse than death.

Her hands shake as she slowly withdraws them and rests them on his shoulders, and she pulls away from the kiss to lay her head under the crook of his chin. Her hips are still grinding against his cock, but she's swallowing hard, fighting back something that just... wouldn't let her do what she should do. What she knew was the right choice.

At least, this is the lie she convinces herself of.

 

[Poprockz]

He smiles and meets her eyes before closing his, relaxing as she grinds on his thick member. For a moment she stops, though, which makes him open his eyes just in time to see her looking at him again. She was biting her lip and that sexy expression made him groan. It almost looked as though she were feeling a bit shy, which was cute as hell.

Damien kissed her back passionately and closed his eyes again to better feel her lips and tongue intermingling with his. He could feel her hands traveling up his arms. It made him feel strong to have her delicate hands passing over his muscles, not questioning her movements one bit as he lay there in ecstasy.

However, as her hands retreat, he can tell her arms are shaking. As she settles her head under his chin, he gently grabs her hands, bringing each one to his lips for a soft kiss before releasing them. He didn't know whether the pleasure was simply making her shake, or whether something was making her upset, but he hoped that she was okay.

Her pussy was still grinding on him, though, so he assumed she was okay to continue. He wraps his arms around the small of her back and he holds her to him as he starts thrusting harder into her, taking over the thrusts as he tries to push her over the edge to her climax. His cock pumps quickly in and out, lewdly squishing within her wetness.

 

[Drobabes]

Her eyes were threatening tears from the war going on in her mind, and as he kisses her hands, a few spill over. Whether or not it had been the wrong decision, it was too late now.

His arms wrapping around her made her feel small and vulnerable. Would he notice the cuffs when he was done? Would he be angry?

Don't think...

She closes her eyes tightly to stop any more tears from escaping as she feels him begin to escalate the speed of his thrusts. Soon enough, she's relaxed against his chest once more, her hands gripping his shoulders as she begins to moan. Suddenly, her orgasm hit her hard. Her pussy clenched and spasmed on his cock as her body quivered, forcing her to hold onto him lest she lose herself completely.

"Damien!"

Her name on her lips was plea. A plea to spare her...a plea to never stop making her feel this good...

Her life was changed now, once again. Whatever happened after tonight, she knew she would never be able to go back to living the way she had.

 

[Poprockz]

He felt the wetness from her tears on his chest, but he assumed that either her eyes were watering from the intensity, or it was a little bit of saliva. His thrusts picked up once more, the man no longer able to hold back his passion for the woman he held in his arms. Hearing a moan from her, he realizes he had been holding his breath for some reason. Perhaps she had been a little bit quiet, causing something in him to become tense.

Her pussy clamping down on him and going wild with pleasure was the last straw for him. His name on her lips as she cried out only making his own orgasm more intense. He plunged his cock in one last time, holding her tightly against him as his hot semen shot into her pussy, groaning loudly. It was like she knew exactly what to do to turn him on. Either that, or it was just that she did so by default without any effort required. He wanted to hold her against him for hours, just letting their bodies seek comfort in one another.

His body was sweaty from the effort of their fuck, his chest rising and falling as he panted. Damien's hands still held her snugly, as though he was afraid of letting her go.

 

[Drobabes]

The lovely little aftershocks coursed through her for some time until, finally, she calmed enough to simply lay against his chest and breath deeply. It was a familiar sensation, being held like this, and it brought her a true peace that she so rarely enjoyed.

As she felt his own breathing begin to still, she lazily traced his collarbone with her hand, still not wanting to move. Perhaps he wouldn't realize how close she had come to using those handcuffs on him...but if he did...if he did...

She didn't know.

Her hand stills against his chest, resting there to feel his heartbeat.

 

[Poprockz]

He didn't speak, only breathed softly as she gently stroked his skin. Their heart rates slowed, matching one another's as they rested. His hands relaxed a bit, and one of his hands slowly slid up and down her back.

"That was probably the sexiest time I've ever had." He said in amazement. It wasn't an exaggeration, it was truly one of the best times he had had. It was as though by letting go and letting her get close to him that he had transcended the normal sex he usually had.

"I'm... You're so beautiful." He mumbled. Damien didn't know what to say about how it was different, but beautiful may not have been a powerful enough word.

 

[Drobabes]

A slow, twisting feeling crept up into her chest as she listens to his words. For quite a few moments, she didn't move. She barely even dared to breath

Slowly, she rose up into a sitting position. Looking away from him, she tucks a lock of her hair behind her ear.

"Damien..."

Her voice was very quiet, barely above a whisper.

"Are...are you going to be able to let me go?"

Her green hazel eyes looked down at him then, and the fear in her expression was easy to see.

 

[Poprockz]

Are you going to be able to let me go?

He simply looked at her for a moment. Those hazel eyes were full of fear, full of uncertainty. Though he understood her reasoning, it hurt him to think that she still feared for her life with him. Damien felt a pang in his heart as he thought to himself that everything she was doing and had done was to survive, and that the connection they had shared was manufactured by himself. He was deluded to think that the case was any other way. Though she may have cum, he thought back to her words about how women came from rape without actually enjoying the exchange. Her show had probably been for his benefit, to appease the kidnapper.

Picking her hips up gently, he moved her off of him and set her down to his side. He then scooted to the edge of the bed and put his hands on his knees, sitting there for a moment before replying.

“Of course I’ll still let you go. That was amazing, but you’re way too much trouble to keep.” His voice was cocky, nonchalant, yet his finger tapped on his thigh softly.

“I’m going to use the bathroom. I’ll be back.” With that, he stood up and retreated, grabbing his clothes and not turning to look at her as he went.

 

[Drobabes]

She was very nervous while she waited for him to answer, but when he finally did, a wave of relief washed through her. She opened her mouth to say something, but her eyes caught him tapping on his thigh, so she stopped. He had done that earlier when he had been irritated, and although she didn't understand it, she let it go.

She watched as he got up and left the bed, and for some reason, she felt...sad. Had she made him angry? Why would he be mad with her? She tried think back on what happened.

That last session had been... different. The way he acted, so full of need, and the way he held her after. He had called her beautiful.

She swallowed hard as she sat there on the bed, trying to process her emotions, and trying to ignore something that wanted to claw it's way through her heart and wrap around her soul.

 

[Poprockz]

Damien closed the bathroom door and sighed. He felt foolish for how he had acted; he could tell that he was getting a bit attached to her, so he really needed to keep his distance until he had his head back on his shoulders. He felt like a kid who had been allowed to pick out 5 pieces of candy, yet picking out 5 of the largest pieces and getting himself sick. He had been greedy, wanting her to reciprocate his feelings of need when she obviously was just a girl he had met by accident a day ago.

No, dear. Your body is fine, it's your head that's messed up. Your body is all that you're good for.

His hands clenched and unclenched as he leaned against the door, his grey eyes a bit faded as he looked up at the ceiling. Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm himself down. He had to remind himself that it wasn't her fault that she didn't like him, it was his. He was the one who took her here, so the responsibility was his.

His breathing now even, he used dressed, used the restroom, and washed his hands, walking out and giving her a self-assured smile, as though the mask that had slipped off the day before had been put back on.

"While that session was lovely, I find myself satisfied for the day. You wanted to watch TV earlier, right? Well, I don't have cable or wifi activated in the cabin right now, but you can watch a movie or read a book if you like. I'm going to clean up the kitchen. Don't have too much fun without me." He winked before moving into the kitchen. While he had tidied up before, he still needed to put the pizza away, and could probably busy himself by cleaning the oven. It hadn't had any cleaning for a while, so it would offer a bit of a reprieve.

 

[Drobabes]

Had she been imagining it? He was upset when he left the bed, wasn't he?

Cora watched him carefully as he spoke, letting her know that she could read or watch a movie. He seemed fine on the surface, but he was a little too happy about. A little too cocky. Like...like that first day, before his mask had slipped.

The feeling of his kiss was still fresh. Of his arms holding her to him, and his hands as they rubbed her back. She wanted to reach out to him as he headed for the kitchen, but she bit her lip instead.

This was Stockholm's syndrome. This is what this feeling was, and if she wasn't careful with it, and squash it now, it would consume her. Her empathy was too damn high and she was blaming herself for upsetting him when he kidnapped her and killed someone.

It wasn't ok. It was bad, bad people did those things.

So does that mean Quint is bad because he killed someone?

Cora had started to scoot off the bed, but stopped, still sitting on the edge as she thought about that. That was different. He had been protecting her, protecting both of them. She bit her lip again. Damien had killed that man. But had he killed him to protect her? Or just to keep his prize? There was a world of difference between the two, but she wasn't sure if she would ever know the answer to why he did it.

She stood up with a huff. Now she was just trying to make excuses for his actions. Stockholm. Stop it Cora, stop trying to justify it. You should have never stopped resisting him in the first place.

She picked the dress up off the ground and slipped it back on before going over to the bookshelf, and tried to focus herself on just finding something to read. There was quite a good assortment of books, but eventually she landed on an old National Geographic about plants. She picked it out and took it back to the bed, sitting with her legs crossed under her again.

For a while she tried really hard to let the information consume her mind, but her thoughts just kept coming back to their last session.

Then don't think...just be with me.

... You're so beautiful.

She closes the magazine with a bit more force than is necessary and slams it down on the bed, then puts her head in her hands and groans. She wanted to cry.

 

[Poprockz]

As he started putting the pizza away, he chose to act as though he was focused on his task, though he did see her movements out of the corner of his eye. The flutter of her white dress in particular almost made him look over, but he kept his gaze down. The man hummed softly as he worked, opening the oven and leaning in to clean a bit. However, when she groaned, he couldn't help but find it a bit amusing.

"With all that huffing and puffing over there, I'm getting a bit nervous that you're about to blow my house down. You're welcome to blow anything else, but the house is off-limits." He chuckled.

That was it, he just had to continue to be normal and tomorrow would soon come. Hopefully he would be renewed, his borders put back before they engaged in one final act. After that... well, it would be the same as it was before he met her. It just had to be.

The man leaned further into the oven, trying to get to the back of it, his tongue slightly out of his mouth in concentration.

 

[Drobabes]

His tone sounded fake. Then again, how would she know what fake sounded like on him? She didn't know him, and what she did know was very little. And why did she care? Tomorrow she would be going home, she would never see him again and she would go see her therapist again and run in circles with him about it for a few months. Then maybe things would go back to normal.

She needed some privacy. A minute to calm her thoughts and figure out just why the hell it was bugging her so much that she might have upset him.

Turning away without answering him, she lifts the blanket up, momentarily staring at the cuffs, then crawls under it completely until all Damien could see was a lump.

Once she felt safe to think, she sighed and toyed with her nails.

 

[Poprockz]

It was an hour or two before the oven was practically sparkling. He sighed with satisfaction as he looked at it, a little smudge on part of his nose. Having been so wrapped up in his task, he hadn't noticed his nose bump into the side of the oven. Now that everything was clean, he took out the rest of the pizza and started to heat it up in the microwave. Pizza was really one of the only meals he particularly enjoyed having twice in a row. There was just something about the consistency of reheated pizza that he liked.

When the food was hot, he took her slices to the bed and set them down on the bedside table. "Hey there, missy. Come on out of there and eat your dinner. I hope you don't mind having pizza again." He walked back over to the table and sat down, watching her expectantly as though he had no doubt that she would surface from her covers.

 

[Drobabes]

She had gotten nowhere with trying to figure herself out, and for a while she had actually fallen asleep, waking up a short while before he brought the slices of pizza in.

His voice still sounded off, overly cheerful. She wanted to hear him without that fake persona, because something about this personality he was hiding behind scared her. She hated it, infact. She would almost rather see him angry with her.

"No thanks" she answers, her voice coming out a bit muffled.

She knew he wouldn't take no for an answer, but suddenly she was feeling very rebellious. If anger was what it took to make him drop that stupid act, then so be it. She wasn't scared anymore that he would kill her. Right now, she truly and honestly believed that he wouldn't take it that far.

 

[Poprockz]

He stopped mid-bite, finishing and chewing slowly as he eyed the lump in the covers that was Cora. "Is it that you're not in the mood for pizza? I can make something else if you tell me what you're in the mood for. Well, I mean I don't have any caviar hidden away, but I would assume that that was a given." His voice had the same laminated cheerful quality, almost as though one could picture a grin on his face.

Damien's eyes continued to bore into the blankets, wanting her to come out and eat with him. Even though they technically weren't at the same table, it still felt nice to share a meal with someone. He also couldn't have her going hungry, especially since she hadn't had too much to eat today besides two meals, tea, and coffee. He waited for her to respond, almost straining his ears for a response.

 

[Drobabes]

"No, I don't want any food."

She grips the blanket in her hands tightly, knowing that he'll try to take it away. Cora knew she was begging for a punishment by doing this, but damnit...