Thief of Hearts

Chapter Two

Thief of Hearts
Chapter Two

Megan tried to fling her head from side to side mumbling in frightened protest but he wouldn’t have it. His grip tightened in warning. “If you do not cooperate, though, I might have to change my mind. So when I uncover your mouth, I suggest you not scream.”

She wasn’t stupid. Tied to the bed and trapped…screaming would get her nowhere. She nodded her head in agreement. Then the machine hit its mark again and another wave engulfed her; she moaned against his strong hand arching toward him. Her nipples perked to rosy hard points and she heard his quick intake of breath.

Now that they had reached an understanding, he released her mouth. “Please, please at least turn off the machine,” she begged writhing in pleasurable vulnerability.

The stranger eyed the instrument watching the dildo plunge in and out of her wet entrance then reached boldly over to feel her cum-soaked lips. “I don’t think so. I rather like this strange contraption.”

“You bastard,” she hissed through clenched teeth then arched her back again as frustrated tears welled up at the corners of her eyes.

“No need for such crocodile tears, my dear. Why should my mere presence alter your plans for tonight?”

She watched him study the tv screen with curiosity then her arsenal of toys as a wicked smile spread across his face again. “Besides, it seems to me that you are in dire need of some male company. Now, what I fail to understand is why such a beautiful woman would need to resort to such things when there are so many willing men at disposal?”

“That’s none of your damned business!” she snapped forgetting her situation for the briefest of moments.

“Could it possibly be that these men cannot provide what you so need?” Slowly, he stripped off his shirt while holding her glaring eyes with his own amused ones. His tight muscles flexed breaking the connection as her eyes lowered following the flexing to his tight abs and torso. A thin, dark line of hair started at the naval and disappeared into his pants. His crotch bulged large and hard. Her heart felt like it would tear through her rib cage…but not from fear. For an instant, she had imagined running her tongue along that tempting line. His pants soon followed with only the mask remaining while his cock jutted to attention. Megan could see the precum on his swollen head. Her body responded and she moaned as the Plunge Master continued.

She jerked her head to the other side with angry embarrassment refusing to see anything further. Then she felt his strong hand clasp her chin pulling her face back toward him.

“Oh no…you will watch…you have no choice. Do you understand?” His words were ominous…nevertheless delicious chills raced down her spine.

“No, no…don’t rape me,” she whispered in begging protest with eyes glued to his tremendous dick.

“I can assure you that I will not. However, I cannot assure that you will not want me to take you. And you know very well that the willing cannot be raped.” He stood at the side of the bed gently stroking his cock and squeezing the head creating more moisture to gather on the tip.

Megan felt her body shudder with pleasure and knew it not to be from the machine. He smiled at her reaction then rubbed his thumb across the head gathering up the juice. He leaned over and ran his thumb over her lips. She wanted to curse, wanted to spit but instinct won out and her tongue darted out to taste of him.

“That’s it. Taste me, Megan. Taste how sweet I am. Do you want more?” he questioned throatily.

“No,” she lied shaking her head vehemently yet still running her tongue across her lips.

His eyes focused on the movement as he moved closer. He pressed the tip of his dick to the corner of her mouth. “Taste me, Megan. Taste all of me and do not try anything foolish, understand?”

She understood perfectly. But truth be known, she had not thought of biting down on him…at least not in a painful way. With a moan, Megan’s tongue darted out to lap at his swollen head. His groan of pleasure sent butterflies into her belly. Quickly, she opened her mouth further and instinctively leaned toward him as he pressed into her. He sucked in his breath with obvious pleasure as she slowly swallowed his meat.

“Oh yes, love, suck it all in. Swallow that meat,” he groaned thrusting deeper.

Megan wanted to fight but her machine still fucked her. She had no control. She wanted to suck him, fuck him even against her will. She swallowed him deep nearly choking on the effort as he pinched her needy nipples. Then he took over fucking her face.

With a mouth full of this stranger’s dick, it wasn’t long before she cried out flooding her dildo.

“That’s it, cum for me. Cum for your thief,” he growled.

Her body trembled as small beads of sweat dotted her skin. He doesn’t have to murder me, she thought. He’s gonna fuck me to death! But oh to die in such a way…

Suddenly, he pulled out of her mouth and turned off the contraption chuckling. “I think that if I had a choice in my death…I would gladly die from ‘fucking’”. He pushed the Plunge Master away and grinned at the audible suction it made leaving her body. “Had a grip on it, did you?” Next, he pushed all the toys off the bed and onto the floor.

“How did you know what I was think…”

“Shhhh…”

He knelt between her legs and pressed his face into her cunt noisily lapping up her juices. Megan’s legs shook from the undeniable bliss of it. “See?” he murmured into her soft skin. “I have not raped you now have I?”

She moaned as he continued to feast on her flesh then jumped up suddenly and abruptly released her wrists. She blinked her eyes with hazy surprise.

“Fuck me,” he commanded. He rolled over onto his back tugging her on top of him then took one of the straps and tied it around her neck. “Do as I command,” he ordered with a small tug. The strap didn’t hurt but felt strangely intoxicating about her neck like a leash. She willingly maneuvered his cock to her entrance then pushed down hard upon him.


McKinzie S. Heart
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