Anita Lawless

Hostage Of Lust

Jim watched his wife sleep, and his heart ached. The big man sighed a heavy sigh. She looked so peaceful. Her pale eyelashes brushed the top of her honey-colored cheeks. Strands of white-gold hair fell over her forehead. She was so beautiful, and he didn’t know if he could stand to lose her.

But how would she feel about his plan? He was definitely resorting to desperate measures. Hell, he hadn’t even used tactics like that in his high school or college years. However, the game was something they’d talked about a lot over their five year marriage. Something she stressed she wanted. They just hadn’t talked about it, or much of anything, over these last twelve months.

He brushed the hair from her forehead, stroked her smooth cheek with his callused fingertip. She stirred and mumbled in her sleep. When he leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips, she woke up. She stretched, rubbed her eyes, and gave him a groggy smile.

“Hey,” she said. “What time is it?”

“A little after nine.”

“Crap, I better get up.”

But he placed a hand on her stomach when she made to leave the bed. “Just stay a bit longer. Where do you have to be? Our vacation started three days ago.” Jim was a towering figure of a man, and his one hand practically spanned her whole waist. It was easy to keep her laying flat with just his palm.

She looked slightly perturbed. “I’ve got stuff to do.” But then her face softened as she stared at him, and he wondered if the disappointment had shown in his expression. “Okay. I’ll stay. But I have to be out of this bed by ten-thirty.”

“That’s plenty of time,” he said, then leaned forward to kiss her again.

There hadn’t been much sex over the last year, but he was as much to blame for that as her, he knew. He’d been too busy training young wrestlers, reliving his glory days through them, and she’d been too busy promoting the EWL, the wrestling league they both worked for, as well as managing some new wrestlers who’d just come into the circuit.

Now Jim worried his fears of them growing apart, of her wanting a much younger guy, were coming true. He was fifteen years older than Tara, and he still worried she’d decide he was too old for her, slowing down too much, didn’t offer her enough excitement.

But she didn’t push him away now, as the kiss deepened and he crushed his mouth tighter against hers. His tongue glided over hers, and her lips opened without resistance. He slipped his massive arm up her side and drew her closer. Last time he’d tried this, she’d made an excuse about being late for a meeting. He’d never known her to turn down a morning quickie before, and the rejection had hurt like hell. That’s when his fears about another man truly grew.

One hand buried in his long, salt and pepper hair, while the other stroked the muscles in his broad back. She sighed softly into his mouth as his fingers inched beneath the hem of her sheer panties. Her legs spread wider, and she arched he pelvis up to meet his seeking fingers. He swirled light circles over her clit hood, then parted her labia and stroked the damp inner flesh while he continued to tease her clit with his thumb.

His head dipped to her neck, licking and nipping the tender flesh there. She gave a tiny moan, and the hand massaging his back moved over his side, down his flat stomach, to coil around his stiffening cock. He moaned against her collarbone when she started pumping her tight grip up and down.

“I’ve missed this,” he said as he kissed a trail to her breasts. There he lingered and enjoyed the firm, rounded globes. He teased her nipples with his ardent tongue until they glistened with wetness. Then he sucked on the hardened tips until she gave a long, throaty groan.

“I have too,” she whispered, as his tongue, teeth, and lips grazed over her ribs. He wanted to taste every inch of her.

His tongue slithered into her belly button, then he peppered a line of kisses along her lower stomach. She squirmed beneath him, as she often did when he teased her like this. He’d let the anticipation build until she begged to be licked between her legs.

When she did, he flit his tongue over her swollen clit only once. He continued to torture her by nibbling a trail from her knee to inner thigh.

“Ohhhh, give me your tongue now, please,” she said, and she guided his head back above her pussy.

He chuckled, enjoying her exuberant lust. It reminded him of old times, when their relationship was new. It gave him hope.

He nudged the hood of her large clit back, then laved the sensitive flesh beneath. She arched her back in response, gasping out her bliss. He wrapped his lips around the bundle of flesh and sucked hard, while flicking his tongue quickly over the tip.

“God, that feels so gooood.” She twined her fingers through his hair. “Please don’t stop.”

He found her slit was very wet, as he once more slid two fingers between her labia. He nudged the tips into her clenching pussy hole, teased and tortured the opening as he had her clit, before he plunged his touch deep into her cunt. Then he curled his fingers and sought out her g-spot, alternating between sensual strokes and slow thrusts. Until she begged him to finger fuck her faster.

Every now and again, he pulled his mouth from her clit long enough to watch her writhe and buck as the pleasure grew. He rubbed her clit while his tongue was absent, but not too much. He knew how to vary it up with light strokes, a gentle pinch or two. Blowing on the sensitive, enflamed bud drove her wild too.

He paid close attention to her reactions, as he always did, asking her what she wanted, what she liked, what felt good? Making her come was something he enjoyed as much as she did, and he couldn’t really enjoy sex unless she’d had an orgasm first.

He rested one massive arm at the base of her stomach, apply light pressure as he ate her cunt and finger fucked her faster. He knew the small amount of weight helped her come harder, quicker.

Ohhh, yes.” She groaned and gasped as her legs began to tremble. “Right there. Right there. Pleeeease don’t stop.”

“Are you gonna come hard, hmmm?” he whispered, watching her face knit in a frown as she focused on the building climax. His fingers continued to deftly manipulate her clit.

“Yessss…god, yesssss.” She licked her lips and struggled to keep her eyes open.

“Come hard for me, Tara. Let me see you squirt.”

Her stomach tensed beneath his arm and her legs quivered uncontrollably around his neck. She cried out unintelligible words as her hips slammed up and down rapidly. He almost had trouble keeping his fingers inside her when she thrashed so violently in the throes of orgasm. As the climax crested, she let out a shrill, long squeal and jutted her back high up off the mattress.

He knew it was time to pull out. As he did, her juices sprayed from her cunt in a torrent. He moaned, getting hornier by the minute as he watched, and felt, her ejaculate. Her come jetted over his face, trickled down his chest.

She breathed hard and shivered all over. One shaky hand smoothed hair from her sweat dampened forehead, and her eyes remained closed as she came down from the orgasm daze he knew she was lost in.

He slid a hand up her stomach, kissed her face. “You enjoyed that?”

“Oh yes.” A languid smile curled her lips as she turned and wrapped her arms around him. She kissed the cleft between his pecs. “Now, pin my knees behind my ears and fuck me.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. Neither of them had been this passionate together for so long. His heart beat frantically, and he felt like a horny kid again. He slipped her ankles atop his broad shoulders and cupped her ass with his big hands, tilting it upward. One hand coiled around his cock, then he rubbed his meaty shaft up and down her seeping pussy lips. She dug her fingernails into his ass and tugged his cock closer to her opening. With a smile, he thrust his thickness deep inside her and began to pump in a slow rhythm.

She clutched his ass tighter, and her ankles flexed at the sides of his neck. “Harder. Ram that cock into me as hard as you can.”

He complied readily, pounding his penis frantically against her g-spot. She soon moaned and cooed beneath him once more. He, too, was so close to cumming, but he held off long enough for her to come again. Then he shoved his cock in to the root and held it deep inside her while her tight pussy milked him clean.

***

Tara stood beneath the shower in a happy, sexually satisfied daze. The warm water felt great, and her whole body tingled with residual ecstasy. Today, for the first time in a long time, she felt like her husband loved her again, was attracted to her still.

Then Daniel floated into her mind and she grimaced. She sighed as she let the needles of water wash the suds from her body. In hindsight, Daniel had been a mistake. But she’d been so afraid her marriage was on the verge of crumbling, what with how distant Jim had been this year, that she’d ran into the young wrestler’s arms on the rebound. Or, at least, an anticipated rebound. But she was still with Jim, and thankful for that. And today…well today have given her fresh hope she hadn’t had in a long time.

Why had she turned down the vacation Jim had suggested? Why had she turned him down a few months back, when he’d tried to seduce her then, too? She shook her head at herself. Maybe her husband was just as worried as she was about the marriage. Obviously she’d misread his signals. Jim wasn’t falling out of love with her. They weren’t drifting apart.

But what if he found out about the affair? Her heart constricted in apprehension. If he did find out, would it kill any hope of rekindling their romance?

“Oh, why didn’t I just tell him?” She sighed and held her head in her hands, letting the clean water run over her and clear her thoughts. She and Jim didn’t have an open marriage, but they had often experimented sexually, and talked of more experimentation. They’d brought other lovers into the bedroom before.

But she knew why she didn’t tell him. Because, at the time, she’d been afraid he just wouldn’t care.

“Tell me what?” Jim’s deep baritone made her jump and shriek as it pulled her from her thoughts.

He peeked around the shower curtain and she forced a smile. “That you’re an excellent lover.”

He gave a vulpine grin and waggled his eyebrows at her. “Well, thank you. But you have told me that before.” Then he looked down. “Just not in a while.”

She cupped his face with her hands. “I’m sorry.”

He took her hands and kissed her fingertips. “Me too. Hey, do you have anything planned this weekend?”

She bit her lip as he climbed in the shower with her. She was supposed to, or had planned on, breaking it off with Daniel this weekend. But, now, being with her husband did take precedence. “No, nothing planned really. What’d you have in mind?”

He gathered her soap-slippery body in his arms. “Feel like going up to the cabin with me?”

She smiled, but she avoided his eyes when she briefly thought of Daniel. “Sure. That sounds great.”

***

He’d seduced her in the shower again, then suggested some wine and a bit of weed before they left for the cabin that afternoon. She’d cleaned up a bit of administrative work she had waiting for her on the computer, they’d packed up some gear for the trip, and now she waited for him in the living room. Of course, he could beg off the weed and wine, because he had to drive.

Now, as he tapped a powdery substance into Tara’s glass, his fingers shook. What was he doing? Would she really enjoy this, or hate him forever and threaten to call the police? Did she remember the game she’d talked about so often. Something she’d wanted to do for a long time in their early years. But Jim had never felt comfortable with the kidnap scenario, role playing or not. He was seven feet tall, weighing 290 lbs even at his thinnest. He intimidated most women naturally because of his size, and he hated that. So he wasn’t sure he was cool with play-intimidating his wife, and he’d put the game off many times during their marriage. But now, if it saved them to give her what she’d always wanted, he’d do it.

He’d gone to Doc Ferguson, the doctor who’d been with the EWL, treating their wrestlers, for over ten years.

“I haven’t been sleeping so well,” he’d told the doc. “What do you have that’ll knock me out fast and keep me out until morning?”

Doc Ferguson had given him a prescription for some powerful sleeping capsules. Then he’d gently edged his next question in, so as not to arouse suspicion. “Tara’s not been sleeping so great either. If she took one of these, would it be okay?”

The doc seemed to consider this, stroking his bare, wrinkled chin as he did so. “She could take a third of the powder that’s in those capsules. Don’t let her take a full one. That’d be too much. These pills work fast, so make sure you, or her, are ready to go to bed within fifteen minutes of taking it. And lay down right after you take it. I shouldn’t even be giving you these, but just this once…” He finished off by shaking a finger at Jim.

Jim had grinned and thanked him. Since Jim had never been a pest for drugs, the Doc didn’t appear to suspect a thing.

Now, he swirled the powder in the rich, red wine, hoping there was no aftertaste. He looked at the rolled joint that sat beside it and heaved a huge sigh.

He came into the living room and found her perched on the couch, smiling that wide, dazzling smile that had first attracted him to her. “Here you go.” Jim handed her the wine and sparked up the joint.

“This has been a wonderful day,” she said after sipping the wine. “It’s nice to spent some time together like this.”

“It’s something we should start doing more often.” His heart twisted. He was glad for her good mood, wanted to believe it was more than a brief glimpse of the Tara he loved. Maybe he should take the wine from her and forget the cabin?

She took a bigger gulp and a long toke. “We should go for a hike tomorrow. We haven’t done that in a long time. We could go up by that small lake…”

And the conversation continued on, amicably. As it did so, Jim felt more and more torn about the whole scenario he had planned. But then Tara downed the last of her wine and blinked at him sleepily.

She rubbed her eyes. “I feel a little funny.”

A knot formed in his throat. “You’ll be okay, honey. Maybe you should lie down?”

She gave him a strange look. Licked her lips. Her eyes fluttered closed and took a while to open. “Jim, did you drug me? What’s happening…”

She made to stand, and Jim stood with her. “Everything’s fine. Do you remember…” He swallowed hard. “Do you remember that game you used to talk about? The role playing you always wanted to do?”

She whirled sluggishly, eyes wide. “What’ve you done to me?”

Then, before he could explain further, she passed out in his arms.

Jim laid her on the couch and watched her chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm. He checked her heart and said a silent prayer to gods he didn’t believe in that everything would work out. Next he went to the bedroom to retrieve the blindfold plus hand and ankle cuffs he had waiting. He took his time and care binding her. First he slipped the silky, black blindfold around her head, fastening it securely. Then he coiled the cold fetters around her wrists and ankles, snapping them shut. The chains dangling from each pair of cuffs clinked as she moved in her sleep. After double checking he had the keys for both sets of manacles, he gently hoisted his slumbering wife in his arms.

He placed her in the front seat of their truck, then quickly loaded their gear into the back. After he climbed behind the steering wheel, he brushed some strands of hair from her face. “Please don’t hate me for this.” Then he started the vehicle and headed for the cabin.

***

She woke up surrounded in darkness, but there was warmth and softness beneath her. A mattress. When she tried to move her hands and feet, she found they were bound to the head and footboard of this bed she lay upon. Lengths of chain tinkled as she yanked them tight in her struggle.

She heard footsteps drawing close, then her husband spoke. “You’re awake.”

For the first time in their marriage, Jim’s voice struck terror in her heart. It wasn’t the tone. It was the fact he’d done this to her, and she had no idea why.

The affair, she thought. He must know. Dear god, and he’s flipped his lid.

His rough, broad hand touched her arm. “How do you feel?”

“My head…hurts.” She went to put a hand on her brow, feeling frustration when she couldn’t. “My throat’s dry.”

“I’m sorry. Would you like some water?”

He held a glass up to her lips before she could answer, slowly tipping it against her lips. She drank, giving a grunt to let him know when she was finished. “Why’re you doing this to me?” She was alarmed by the severe shake in her voice. “Is it about the affair?”

She heard him heave a big sigh. “No, no… it’s not about the affair.”

“So, you knew.” Her fear kicked up a notch.

“I suspected, but I didn’t know until just now.” His words were laced with hurt. “Why, Tara? Why didn’t you tell me?”

She took a deep breath, tried to quell her panic. “I don’t know, Jim. Because … because I thought I’d lost you.” No time like the present to be honest, she figured. “We’d grown so far apart this last year… I even thought you were having an affair of your own. Daniel was just there at the right time. Or wrong time, really. He became a shoulder. I tried to talk to you about our relationship. Remember? Tried to get back inside, but you always seemed so busy. I figured you wanted a divorce but didn’t want to hurt me.”

His wide palm caressed her cheek, and his tenderness further shaved the edge off her anxiety. “Oh, darling, I am so sorry. We’ve been silly, haven’t we? I thought you were leaving me for a younger man-”

She snorted laughter at this. “Daniel? No, no worries there, sweetie. I don’t know what I was thinking. And, to be truthful, he’s being a pain in the ass about breaking it off.”

She felt his hand stiffen slightly. “Want me to talk to him?”

She grinned, love flooding her chest at his protective streak. “Let’s wait until we get back home to talk about that. Can we?” Then her focus went back to her current helpless state. “Now, ummm, exactly what are you doing to me?”

His chuckle was deep and sexy, and a bit bashful, too. “You don’t remember the game?”

“Game? What game?”

His soft lips glided across her cheek and came to rest close to her ear. “The one you always wanted to play when we were first married. You used to beg me to tie you up and ravish you, as you put it. Used to tell me to take you unaware. You had this role playing fantasy about being kidnapped by a big guy and having him pleasure you while you were helpless. I was never too comfy with it, but seeing as how I thought you were leaving me, well…I thought if I gave you this, maybe, maybe it would be a last gift or save our marriage. I just wanted to please you. Sorry if I terrified you instead.”

Then the memory surfaced, and she cursed herself for being a fool. Of course. Jim would never hurt her. He was a gentle giant. Always had been, and always would be.

Ever since she first laid eyes on a gargantuan wrestler in her mid-teens, she’d had a preference for giants, as she’d come to think of these men. There was something about a wall of towering, muscled flesh that turned her on. And if the guy was a kind, gentle person in contrast to his powerful size, it only enticed her all the more. But, at the same time, the fact he had the power packed in his large body to be a force few wanted to reckon with intrigued her greatly. She confessed to Jim that she had a fantasy she wanted to role play with him. One where he was a forceful, lusty giant who captured her, bound and blindfolded her, and took her up to their cabin in the woods. There she would submit to him completely, and he could pleasure her in any way he wished.

“Here, let me untie you.” Jim’s voice cut through her reminiscing.

“Wait.” She stopped him. “Not yet. We did come here to play the game, didn’t we?” She gave him a wide smile.

***

For part one of the game, she told him what she wanted, and he changed the manacles on her wrists and arms before leading her outside. These cuffs were joined together by thinner pieces of chain. Her hands were now bound behind her back, and the short length of chain between the ankle bracelets made it difficult to walk. He took her by one arm and helped her through the door of the cabin.

Cool mountain air kissed her arms, slithered down her back, made her exposed cunt tingle and pulse. She wanted this first session to take place outside because she welcomed the added sensation-the smells of the forest, the sounds, and the touch of a breeze.

Jim told her to “Stand still,” and she did so, while he attached nipple clamps and a clamp at her clit. The one he fastened to her clitoris had a long wire running from it, which tickled her inner thigh as he stood and moved a short distance away. As he did so, he hit the speed control attached to this wire, and a gentle buzzing zipped through her clit.

“Uh-uh,” he scolded, when she reacted to the stimuli. “Don’t move a muscle. You can’t move or make a sound. You can’t come until I tell you to.”

This was going to be harder than she thought, but she welcomed the challenge.

He tugged on the nipple clamps and she bit back a moan, hissing air between her teeth instead.

“That still counts as sound.” The tension on the clamps ceased. The vibration left her pussy, and she filled with disappointment. “Now, are you going to be a good girl and stay still, stay quiet?”

She merely nodded, letting her gasp stay internal as the vibration returned to her clit, and he yanked on the chain coming from the nipple clamps once more.

His broad, rough palms encircled her upper thighs as he knelt in front of her. “Now, the pleasure’s about to get pretty intense. Are you ready? Nod if you understand.”

She did so, clenching her gut and ass in anticipation of what would come next.

He spread her damp slit with two fingers, then his tongue thoroughly traced between her slick folds. He poked the wet tip in and out her pussy hole. With his other hand, he pinched and tugged on the clit clamp.

She grit her teeth so hard they squeaked as they ground against one another. When he upped the speed on the clit clamp, she had to take a long, deep breath to stop herself from crying out in bliss. The assault of sensation between her legs was sublime, but not being able to react to it was sheer, delectable torture. This was more than a game of ecstasy. It was a game of mind over matter, and her need for discipline in this moment, the element of denial, only made the erotic enjoyment that much more intense.

When he nudged the tip of a thick dong up her now dripping cunt, she was caught by surprise. She let out a gasp and then a high pitched moan. The dong left her cunt and she felt her mouth draw down in a pout.

“That was very bad, Tara.” He slapped her ass with the head of the dong. “Now you have to wait ten minutes before I get back to pleasuring you.”

And he made her wait every agonizing second. Before his hands left her body, he turned the clit stimulator up to full speed. She had to bite the inside of her cheek to stop from crying out. The muscles in her legs trembled lightly, as did the ones in her arms. Her stomach held tight as her groin absorbed sensation and she waited, eagerly, for more.

“Spread your legs wider,” he said, as his hands returned to her body.

She tried not to sigh as his strong grip urged her thighs farther apart. Tried not to thrust her hips as the tip of the dong once more nudged its way into her throbbing cunt.

“You have to stand the whole time I fuck you with this,” he growled out the command. “And, remember, you can’t come until I tell you to.”

One hand tickled between her ass cheeks and spread them farther apart. She felt a coolness spread around her anus, and knew he was lubing her up with the sensation gel. Her asshole puckered and pleasantly stung as his slick fingers slipped inside, widening her for the double headed dong. He plunged more of it up her pussy, finding her g-spot in no time, as he made her asshole ready for the other end.

Holding off her release was driving her mad. The pleasure zipped right to her brain and made her dizzy. She almost bit her tongue as she denied another scream. Her chest heaved with deep breaths as the pressure, the need to come and shriek, climbed to an unbearable level.

“Bend forward a bit. You can use my back to brace yourself.”

She did as he commanded, splaying her shaky fingers over his mammoth back. She enjoyed the play of his muscles under her touch.

The dong poked up her quivering asshole, and she bit her bottom lip so hard she tasted blood. She tried not to squeeze his back too much as he fucked her up the pussy and ass with the thick, double-headed toy. She didn’t want to move too much, after all, and she still couldn’t come until he gave the word.

Her cunt was so wet now she could hear it loudly squish as he fucked her. He reached up and pinched one clamped nipple, and she couldn’t stop herself from digging her nails deep into his back.

“Getting hard to hold off, huh, sweetie?” He gave a throaty laugh. “Would you like me to let you come? Hmmm? Should I do that for you? You can speak now.”

“God, yessss…” she cried out.

“All right then.” He fucked her harder still with the dong. “You can come, and you can move, too.”

“T-thank you,” she managed, before she let herself go limp against his shoulder.

She absorbed every ounce of pleasure he had to give, focusing on the wonderful pressure that built deep in her pussy, concentrating on the intense tingle that flamed through her clit. Her asshole, too, ignited with warm, welcome stimuli. Her whole body now shivered uncontrollably as the orgasm ripped through her being. She gave a shrill scream of release, and nearly fell as the trembling in her legs grew fierce.

Once she finished coming, he slipped the dong from her seeping pussy and tight ass. She let her body completely melt against his, and he gently lowered her to the ground in front of him before peeling her blindfold away from her eyes.

“You seemed to like that.” His smile was crooked and smug.

She caught her breath and gave a shaky laugh. “Oh, yes. Yes, I did.”

He kissed her forehead, her sweat beaded cheek, then he pressed a raw, passionate kiss to her mouth before he whispered, “See that stump over there?”

She turned in his arms to look at a wide, short oak stump. “Why, yes, I do.” Her smile was wide.

He put his forehead to hers, stared deep into her eyes. “I want to bend you over that and fuck you like crazy.”

She swallowed over a lump in her throat as her pussy twinged with renewed anticipation. “Well then, what are you waiting for?”

He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the stump. Tara’s heart beat fast with happiness. More happiness than it had held in a long time. Monday morning, she would take Jim with her when she told Daniel things were over between them. For now, all she wanted to concentrate on was falling in love with her husband all over again.

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Anita Lawless
Hostage Of Lust