“What do you want?” she asked, still writhing to break free.
“I want you. I want all of you. I want to take you to that place where you are before you come and let you bask in your ecstasy. I want to take you further than any man has taken you sexually. We will fuck until you beg me to stop then we will fuck again. I want to possess you.”
As his words filled her eager ears, he leaned forward and pulled her to him. Their mouths met and with her arms now free, Pam tried to push him away but he was too strong and his hot mouth filled hers with his tongue. Pam’s knees buckled and she felt faint.
She was giving in too easily. I need to fight back.
Reaching down, she grabbed at the stranger’s crotch and found the long semi-hardened shaft outlined by the soft leather of his pants. Wetness filled Pam’s pussy at the thought of this beautiful cock filling her aching emptiness. Her other hand found the small of his back. Their lips were locked in a cavernous exploration of each other’s mouths.
Releasing her, the man stepped back and stared into her eyes. The burn of his stare sent a wicked chill through Pam. All she could focus on was the black center of his eyes that gleamed through the long, thick black hair dangling around his face.
“Are you going to rape me?” Pam choked out the question in a semi-frightened state as a glimmer of light reflected from the knife stuck firmly in her desk.
“Never. Rape is not part of who I am. You want me to fuck you and tonight you will beg me to release you from your torment by fucking you again and again.”
The dark man grabbed Pam’s hips, pushing her against the desk. He picked her up, setting her backside on the smooth wooden surface. Her black skirt clung tightly to her spread thighs that were already anxious to part for him.
He reached over and yanked the knife from the desk, holding the long blade in front of Pam’s eyes. Turning it downward in his massive hand, he jabbed it between her thighs and through the skirt.
She froze as the coolness of the blade brushed against her inner thigh. He slowly began to cut her skirt until it fell away from her legs. His muscles rippled and flexed as he sliced the sharp edge through the material.
“Better,” he growled, gazing at the creamy skin on her toned legs.
The dark stranger now positioned himself between Pam’s knees and her legs instinctively parted as his hot body moved closer. The heat inside her pussy was reaching a scorching temperature from the tension and the unbearable arousal this man was causing within her. Her eyes were transfixed by the glistening edges of the knife as he wielded it like a sword.
“Stand up,” he commanded, stepping back.
Her skirt was in shreds and he held a long strip of the fabric he had cut in his hand. “Turn around.” Once more she followed his commands.
Driving the knife into her desk again, he made Pam jump with fear. What was he doing to her? Why the knife? Knives terrified her. He moved close behind her and the length of his stiff cock rested against the crease of her ass. Her pussy melted and the steady dampness trickled between her clenched bare thighs.
He covered her eyes with the strap of clothing he had cut, blindfolding her. Her fear of darkness and loss of control now had her in a panicked state.
“Don’t cover my eyes, I want to see.” It was a whimpered plea.
“No, you must not watch, you must feel. You must hear, sense, smell and taste.”
Taste… The word echoed through her mind and bounced through her like a ping-pong ball. The total blackness shielded her eyes from seeing this dark man, this being who now held her captive.
She sat back on the desk as he positioned her, holding firmly onto the edge. With a burst of hot breath, she felt the man blow against her neck. He licked the tender flesh and again blew against her, sending a stream of excitement directly to her pussy. The darkness, the knife, the lack of control, all made her even more excited.
Pam’s nipples strained for a touch. Any touch. He stood before her and rested his hand on her now exposed thigh. She felt him rest the knife on her chest. The cold steel cooled her flaming skin.
She was scared yet unbearably tempted by this game he played.
He took the tip of the knife and plucked away the top button of her blouse. She heard it hit the top of her desk. Again he lowered the blade and plucked the next button loose with the sharp edge.
A deep sound rumbled through his throat as he cut another button away. She knew he could see her full breasts heaving with excitement within the confines of her lace bra. Her nipples were so hard they poked painfully against the thin fabric.
“Shit, you have a hot body. Your breasts are fucking perfect. I’d love to have those things wrapped around my cock.”
The man took the edge of the knife and traced the silken fabric encasing her breasts. She threw her head back and moaned as he toyed with her. The stranger leaned in and licked the slope of her neck as her head fell back. His wet tongue sizzled against the heat that burned inside. Pam felt vulnerable, taken advantage of and tormented beyond reason. She wanted to fuck this man more than she could have imagined.
Her breasts swelled even more as the knife slowly stroked between Pam’s breasts, cutting the tight underwire in the front. She gasped for air as her bra fell open allowing her breasts to burst free. The stranger buried his face between her mounds of flesh. He suckled the taut nipples, biting them gently between his teeth, making her moan aloud. “Oh God, don’t stop. Oh yessss.”
Her blindfold may have blocked the sight of him, but she could feel his hot mouth as it voraciously kissed and suckled. Her hands lifted to his head and she pul
led at his hair, tangling it between her fingers.