Trapped
Chapter one.
Author: Andrince
Warning: this story will contain slash (relationships of a homosexual nature). Also violence and a tiny bit of non-consensual kissing. For mature readers only!
My lips crush against his for the second time that night. Pushing him back to the floor with one hand and trying to hold him still enough to straddle his hips with the other, I deepen the kiss.
He tries to fight me, to throw me off of him, but I've always been stronger than him. What chance does he think he has with his hand bound? It's pointless for him to struggle, but his eyes are wild and terrified. Finally succeeding in straddling, I stop my assault on his now bruised and puffy lips.
He looks up at me am moment panting, before he chokes out "Get off of me!"
The effort of speaking sends him into a violent coughing fit. I wait for most of it to end before saying "You don't really expect it to be that easy do you, my love?" My voice is soft and I practically purr the last of it out.
"You stopped commanding me when we left school," I say my voice a bit more harsh but still loving.
Small tears have formed in his eyes whether from fear, our struggle or the coughing fit I'm not sure, but the sight only seems to encourage me.
"Now you're mine, all mine," I breathe in his ear before sucking the lobe, then trailing my tongue down to his neck. His skin is salty and moist with perspiration form our struggle.
By the time I've licked down to his collar bone he wheezes out a feeble can't breathe!" I slide myself back a bit awkwardly before coming to rest low on his stomach.
"Better?" I say sharply narrowing my eyes at his small panting form.
"You're breaking my arms!" he replies in a breath, shifting the bound arms beneath his back.
"Maybe that's what I want!" I say savagely. He glares at me a moment before resuming his wild thrashing. I wait for him to stop, patiently. He's yelling at the top of his lungs, cursing everything from god to my mother.
After a good ten minutes of screaming and trying to escape, he collapses back to the floor with a great shuddering breathe.
"Are you finished?"
"I hate you," he says in a breath.
I can't help but smirk as I bend down to resume my kissing. He starts to try to shift as I begin sucking on his pale damp neck.
"Get off me! Get away from me! I'm not like that! I'd rather die!" He says between breaths and choking.
"Keep talking and you'll get your wish!" I say while lifting myself to untake the buttons on his shirt.
The awful sound and the disgustingly warm thick liquid on my face let me know that the foul little beast has spit on me.
Authors note: I really didn't plan much, so this story may or may not continue, depending on it's popularity. It's not really been read over that well so I'm sure there is errors, sorry about that. Please review