Bound - Volume 1 (A BDSM Erotic Short) Read Free Page A

good it will feel to shove my dick inside you, how warm and wet you will be.
    Krista’s body throbbed again as desire soaked her panties. She had never felt like this before.   Heat was gathering between her legs, almost painful, but not quite.  Her body was a guitar string, stretched tight, waiting for him to strum a chord and send music coursing through her.  She gritted her teeth, wondering how she was supposed to fight both her attacker and her body.
    “I don’t want this,” she said softly, ignoring her body’s plea.
    The attacker squeezed her breast again, harder this time and a small moan escaped her mouth. He dragged his hand down the front of her body. “Liar,” he whispered, his lips barely moving against her neck. “Your nipples have been rock hard since I first touched you and I can smell your sweet pussy cream from here. Now, reach up and lock the door.”
    Krista wondered what was wrong with her. She couldn’t possibly like what he was saying, what he was doing. So why was she creaming in her panties?   Why couldn’t she catch her breath?
    “Lock the door,” he said, sliding his fingers under her skirt and inside her wet panties. Krista gasped at the contact, ashamed that he could feel the evidence of her body’s betrayal. “Do it now and I will give you what you want.”
    “My body is wrong,” Krista said, tears of shame brimming as two fingers slid easily into her wet pussy.   “I don’t want this. Please, let me go.”
    “Lock.   The.  Door.” His thumb rubbed back and forth against Krista’s clit and he pressed the knife harder against her neck. She hissed when it pricked her skin, the cut burning as a tiny drop of blood rolled down her neck.  Her pussy throbbed around his fingers and she couldn’t say whether it was from him teasing her clit or the knife on her neck.
    “Okay,” Krista said softly, afraid the knife would cut deeper if she did anything more than whisper. She reached up and turned the lock. The sound of the bolt sliding home sent another wave of warmth crashing through her. “I’ll do what you want.   Just please, put the knife away.
    Krista trembled when her attacker scraped the edge of the weapon slowly down her neck.
    “I think you like the knife, Krista,” he said.
    Krista gasped as her assailant pushed another finger into her pussy without warning.   He continued sliding his long fingers in and out of her swollen sex.
    “You’re so wet,” the man said. “Tell the truth.   Tell me you like it.”
    “Please,” Krista whispered, ashamed that he was manipulating not just her body but her mind as well. “Don’t make me say it.”
    Grinding his palm against her clit, his fingers stroked her inner walls and she moaned deeply. He bit down on the back of her neck, leaving an imprint of his teeth in the soft flesh. Krista felt her body convulse, throbbing forcefully as she moaned.
    “Say it Krista,” the man said. “Tell me you want this, that you want to come, that you want me to fuck you. Say it.”
    He ground his hand harder against her clit, raising the pressure.
    “Yes,” Krista hissed, clenching her teeth. “I want it. Are you happy? I don’t even know who you are.” With her pulse pounding in her veins, the biggest truth loomed and Krista broke under its weight.
    “And I don’t care,” she whispered finally.
    Saying the words out loud, admitting her desire, snapped something in her brain. She pressed against his hand, forcing the weight of her whole body against him.  It didn’t matter that this was a stranger or that he held a knife against her throat. She was desperate to alleviate the pressure building inside her. Whoever he was, her attacker had pushed her past the point of rational thought, reduced her to the primal urges of an animal.
    “God yes,” he said. Krista felt him yank his hand from her panties.   The light switch flipped, blinding her in the sudden darkness.  She heard the knife clatter across the floor as the man