His Light
Alyrra
Only darkness filled my vision as I raised from what felt like a pillow, "I'm blind! I'm blind god damn it." I hear a shushing sound on my right and turn my head towards it, "who's there? I'm heavily armed right now." I try to move my hands but realize they're tied with some fabric. Goddamn it all. A dark laughter filled my head this feels familiar, "this, this is a sight to see. Vulnerable and terrified, so fucking sexy." I grimace, his British accent hitting my ears. Is my kidnapper a fucking psychopath? Doesn't matter, new kink unlocked. "Okay buddy, you have 10 seconds to untie me or I'll scream to the top of my lungs." He chuckles again, "no one would hear you princess, we're somewhere secluded. Now hold still while I take this thing off your face." I feel him reach behind my head and untie the cloth, as it falls off my face I examine his. God, was he beautiful—raven dark hair, a hot mix of darkness and light in his grey eyes, from his collar bone I can tell he's a muscular man and his tattoos start on the side of his neck down to God knows where. And his voice matches him well. His teeth—all white and straight—made him complete, there wasn't one flaw about this man besides the fact he fucking kidnapped me. My eyes drifted from his face down to his body, and fuck me, I was right. Rippling muscles hidden behind a black, long sleeve shirt, his pecks were probably bigger than my boobs and I groaned at the fantasies that played out in my head. "Are you going to keep staring or are you going to do something about it?" His voice broke my thought, "are you even real?" he growled, "as real as the sun on your face, princess." I suck in a sharp breath—I like this.
Fuck I'm so unhinged in the head, why am I fantasizing about a man who kidnapped me and now I feel like i'm flirting with him. "Stop calling me that." "Or what priness? If you like it so much why would you want me to stop?" Jesus Christ, help a child in need. He rises from his knees and from here, he's at least 6'4 and towering over me in a way no one else—except one—has, he glares down at me through thick lashes.
"Keep staring at me like i'm your god and i'll fuck you like one."
3 DAYS EARLIER
My heels click on the marble floor, the sound a rhythmic beat accompanying the sultry jazz that drifted from the exclusive lounge. I made my way towards the low lit bar where a stranger's eyes met mine from across the room. His wandering eyes landed on my long legs and he licked his lips and made his way over towards me. His gaze drifted from my collar bone, slowly down my thighs, soon his eyes met mine and he grinned. He extends his hand out gesturing me to shake it, "hello sweetheart, the names Joan." A confident smirk played on his lips as a slow smile spread across my face. I took his hand and shook it, the time seemed to slow as his hand let go of mine, "I seen you staring at me from afar," I start, "seemed quite intrigued, what interests you?" He laughs sheepishly and looks at the floor beneath us, "you're quite the looker, I mean you're beautiful I wouldn't miss a chance to talk to you." I hummed in approval, "looks can be deceiving, I hope you're ready for what comes with it." His chest inflates and holds, like he's trying to find something to say. "Enlighten me." I tut, "I don't kiss and tell, you're gonna have to find out for yourself." His eyes lit up with a quiet fire, "you're kidding me...right?" I shake my head, no.
He softly took my hand and led me towards the private lounges. Once we got inside one of the noise cancelling walls he threw me onto the couch, "this isn't in your favor." I call, pulling him onto the couch next to me and straddling his thighs. "Dominant, got it." he growls, I softly kiss his lips, he wraps his free arm around my waist, pulling me against him tightly, every muscle In his body taut with barely contained need. I grab his arm forcing it in the air, "I don't allow you to touch me until I come." He hums, "that shouldn't be hard." he murmurs back. I grab both of his arms and hold them at the head rest of the couch, I reach back slowly with my free hand and take a knife out of my thigh holster and hold it up to his face. The fear in his eyes turns me on more than it should and I smile wickedly, "do you know what I do to bad boys who can't keep their hands to themselfs?" I drag the knife from his jaw, down his neck and stop at his collar bone. I can feel him shivering beneath me, fuck does it make me so fucking horny knowing someone's scared of what I might do to them, "w-what...do you do?" My eyes met his with a quiet fire, "they get hurt, very, very badly." His breath shudders and his eyebrows pinch with fear, I smile, ear to ear.
The view is so beautiful I might come without touching myself, "take your shirt off." I lift the hem of his shirt with the knife and he quickly grabs it and tries to tug it over his head. I tut, "slowly." I hear him gulp as he lifts the shirt over his head just how I asked him and I moan softly, "it would be such a shame if someone ruined your perfect chest. Such...a...shame..." His mouth parts, it's dry like he's seen a ghost and everything in his body shut down. I dug the knife into the left side of his chest and looked into his eyes as blood trickled down his abs and his screams filled the room. His pushes me off his lap and gets up, "you're fucking insane, this is fun to you!?" Before I could answer he grabbed his shirt and darted to the door, closing it with a slam behind him. Another one gone, plenty more to scar. I lick the edge of the knife I pierced him with and hummed. 5 minutes later one of the clubs security guards came bursting in the room and let out a gruff, "this is your second time hurting our biggest supporters, if this continues i'm going to have to call the police on you. Find someone who actually likes your kinky nature." I roll my eyes and lift from the blood red couch and strut out of the room, blowing the guard a kiss. I eye Joan from across the room and smirk as I walk out the club doors.
The drive home was quiet, no cars on the street, the flashing of green and red. As i'm turning into my neighborhood a car tails behind, I look into my rear view mirror. They must live here, I reassure myself, I turn into my driveway and they continue driving, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, I cut off my car engine and dug in my purse for my keys. After I get my front door open I sit my things down on the table at the opening of the house, i make my way over to my living room to find a masked man in all black sitting in the dark on my couch, legs wide open and his torso relaxed. I yelp, my blood pressure going up, "this is so fucking kinky i'm scared." I mumble. He groaned, low and deep. He stood from the couch and slowly walked towards me, I backed up a few steps only to hit the wall, his figure towering over me. "Do you know who you stabbed tonight?" He grumbles, i'm now parched and my mouth and lips are dry from fear. I manage to shake my head no, he lets out a deep, dark laugh and his fingers wrap around my throat, not tight enough to cut off my air supply but enough to show me dominance. "You stabbed my brother, you filthy slut—" He grips my neck a little harder and I scratch at his hand, it makes no difference. "—Now...i'm curious, how long it'll take you to give in to something so fucked up you wouldn't even try it again." He lifts me up by my throat and I stand on the tips of my toes for me not to choke. He lifts me off my feet and the sides of my eyes go black, he throws me on the couch and I start coughing, gasping for air. I look up into his eyes only to find something primal, "who the fuck are you?" I yell, he starts to laugh softly, almost too soft. "Distant friend." He inches closer and I press my back into the cushion to create space between us but it doesn't help. "I'm gonna call the fucking police if you don't get out my house." My threat wasn't exactly a lie, i'm so fucked up in the head the desire hidden behind my fear is starting to peek in. The aura radiating from him makes me shiver, it feels so good to be scared I bet my panties are pooling. It gives me more twisted ideas on how I want to be fucked, he climbs on top of me and I swear I heard him moan as his eyes met mine. "You've been a bad girl, Alyrra." My eyes damn near pop out my sockets as his words ignited a fire in my lower stomach.
How fucked up am I?
A blush creeps up my neck and onto my cheeks, he chuckles as he brings his hand up under my chin and his thumb brushes my bottom lip. I turn my head away only for him to grab my face and make me stare back into those dark eyes. "don't make your punishment worse than it already is." He growls, he flips me on my stomach and a loud slap fills the air. My ass feels like it's on fire, another slap comes after another. "Stop! Fuck, what the hell is wrong with you!?" I can hear his breath hitch, not expecting the question, he's not answering. "Answer me motherf—" Another slap leaves me speechless, my eyes wide and my cheeks flushed. He bends down and whispers in my ear, "you don't speak unless asked a question."
My mind has officially been blown.
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Has Alyrra found her kinky match?
