Forget Me Not Ch. 05

When Laura woke, she was again laid out and tied to the bed. This time, he hadn't restrained her legs. Cautiously looking around, she couldn't see or feel his presence in the room. She released a sigh of relief.

His presence was too distracting. All thoughts flew out the window when he asserted his dominance and touched her. She couldn't escape if she was tied up all the time. She had to figure out how he came and went from the room. She had to act subdued and accepting of her situation so that he would let down his guard. Maybe even stop restraining her all the time.

Her stomach growled in hunger. All this sex was giving her a big appetite. She'd had more orgasms in the last twenty four hours than she'd had in years. Just thinking about the things he'd done to her made her nipples tighten and her clit throb.

He was turning her into a sex maniac! One more reason she had to escape. A few more days of this, and she might not remember her own name, without him telling her. She'd never peaked so hard or so fast in years. Not since her first time with - she sucked in a breath.

No, it couldn't be. Her captor could not be Dalton. An image surfaced in her memory. Green eyes staring into her soul, before kissing her and sinking his phallus into her virgin pussy. He had made love to her like she was the most precious thing.

This hard and demanding man could not be her Dalton, she denied. Dalton was long out of her life. He had shattered her heart and never looked back. Why would he be back now? She had to figure out a way to get to the truth. If she blatantly accused him and he wasn't Dalton, she was afraid of what he would do to her. He had planned a long time for this, he had told her. Just how long had he planned? She hadn't seen or heard from Dalton in over ten years.

While she had been having an internal debate with herself, he had come back into the room. He wheeled in a cart containing her dinner. Obviously, he had cleaned up, now sporting a black t-shirt and black sweats. Now that she had a name to work with, her memories came rushing back.

She remembered that Dalton had had dense brown hair and green, green eyes. He had been taller than her 5' 4". Her head barely reached his shoulders when they stood together. Her eyes devoured him from head to toe. If it was Dalton, he sure had filled out, in more ways than one.

"Please," she begged. "At least let me call my mother. She'll have every law enforcement officer looking for me in all fifty states, if I don't check in. If you let me call her and let her know I'm all right, you won't have to deal with the law when you let me go. I promise I won't tell anyone about this."

He stood there, looking into her pleading eyes. He never could resist those violet eyes. That's what got him into trouble in the first place. But she was right. He knew his 24 hours was almost up, before the police started looking for Laura. Heaving a huge sigh, he finally nodded.

"Fine, one phone call," he said. "But if you try anything I don't like, I will severely punish you."

"Thank you," Laura replied in relief.

He released her arms, hooking her wrists together again. She was able to roll off the bed and stand up on her own. He grabbed her arm and steered her toward the left corner of the opposite wall.

"Like I said, this room is sound proof, so you will need to use a land line."

When they reached the corner, the left panel slid open. In there was a military-looking phone and everything she'd had with her the night before. She looked at him and he nodded. Gingerly picking up the receiver, she dialed her mother's private number. It picked up on the second ring.

"Hello? Mother?"

"Yes, I'm as all right as can be," she answered, looking at "Dalton".

He was watching her very closely. She couldn't say anything he would deem suspicious.

"Yes, I'm sorry I didn't call sooner." Pause "I'm sorry you were worried." Pause, pause "I met up with a few friends, and they talked me into going back to their place." Pause, pause, eye roll "No, I don't think you'd remember them." Pause, eye roll & sigh "No, Mother, I haven't given him an answer yet."

She glanced again at "Dalton". He looked to be getting impatient with the call.

"Look, Mother, I'll talk to you about it when I get back." pause "I don't know, maybe a few more days." Big sigh "Yes, well I've got to go now. They're waiting for me. I'll call you when I can. Bye."

"Good," he said. "I was just about to cut your call short. Come. You need to eat."

He steered her back to the bed. Knowing it was useless to try anything now, she meekly let herself be led. At least she knew where her things were now. If only she could figure out how to open that panel.

After he fed her and they had a couple glasses of wine, he took her back to the bathroom for her break. He ran the bath while she peed, then proceeded to complete the same routine as the last bathroom break. By the time he was finished with her, her body was on fire. Knowing only he could put out her fire was a hard pill to swallow.

This time though, he set her by the side of the pommel and roughly forced her upper body across the saddle, securing her wrists to the pole on the other side. Her heart started beating faster, unsure what he was going to do. Her pulse skittered, though she couldn't tell if it was from fear or from anticipation.

She looked in the mirror and saw him go to the night stand to retrieve something. She saw him come back with what looked to be a paddle in one hand, and something hidden in the other.

What the fuck?! She thought. Too late she remembered he had told her he would punish her if she came before he gave his permission. Her hips rested on the pommel, exposing both her holes to his gaze.

"No!" she yelled. "You can't be serious."

He didn't say anything but inserted three silver spheres the size of marbles into her pussy. When they bounced off each other, they sent waves of pleasure all around, making her pussy spasm. Before the wave of pleasure passed, he smacked her right cheek with the paddle, hard enough she felt her skin burn.

"I will do what I wish," he stated roughly. "You are subject to my will. Do you understand now?"

She nodded. Smack - on her left cheek.

"What was that?" he asked.

"Yes, Master," she replied sarcastically.

"I am your master." Smack - on the other cheek.

She flinched, and the balls clanged together, making her squirm with pleasure again. She went still, willing her breath to slow.

"Now you start to understand," he said. "I told you what would happen should you disobey me, didn't I?"

"Yes," she answered. "I came before you gave me permission."

"Good girl," he purred, licking her reddened cheeks.

To her surprise, her pussy became wetter. Then he proceeded to spank her ass in earnest, and in between each, he would use his other hand to slap her pussy, making the balls clang together. She couldn't see his cock to gauge his arousal, but if his ragged breathing was any indication, he was very turned on. He loved punishing her.

After several bouts of spanking, the pain became more than the pleasure; and she could no longer hold back her tears.

"Please," she tearfully begged. "No more. I promise I won't cum without your permission again."

By now his cock was so hard, his sweats were fully tented at his crotch. He finally let it out of its confines and breathed a sigh of relief. It was drooling with pre-cum. It didn't seem possible, but it was now harder than the last time.

He walked around and faced her, his cock at eye level. He unhooked each wrist and hooked them to the two side poles. The middle one retracted. Geez, she thought dimly, he has everything planned out. At least he had stopped with the spanking. Her ass was on fire.

"If you want to make restitution," he said, "Then suck my cock."

Laura had never done it before and didn't know what to do. But she didn't want to risk saying anything that would start up the spanking again. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She opened her mouth.

"No, lick the juices off first," he demanded.

Sticking out her tongue, she got her first taste of cock. He tasted salty and tangy, with a whiff of his own musk. She gingerly licked around the head, then further, as he pulled the skin down. From the sounds he was making, she must be doing something right.

"Now suck it," he ordered.

She took his cock into her mouth, as far as she could, then started bobbing her head up and down. He was too big to take all the way, but he kept pushing further and further into her throat, once hitting her gag reflex.

He could see that she was getting tired, so he grabbed hold of her head and fucked her mouth. It was almost as hot and wet as her pussy. He could feel his balls tightening, getting ready to release its load. He fucked her mouth harder and harder, until he felt his cum bursting into her mouth. She gagged and tried to expel his cock, but he held tight.

"Swallow it! Every drop!" he commanded.

Having no choice, she swallowed and almost gagged but was able to keep it down. He held on to her until she had swallowed every drop of his cum. Exhausted, her head slumped, her jaw ached. She could feel her pussy juices dripping out. She couldn't believe she was that turned on. She could still taste him and didn't think she minded the taste.

Now that she had sucked him off, he could continue this game without losing control. He walked back around. What now, she thought. He gazed at her exposed holes. Her pussy was flushed from his slaps. Her cream glistened on her mound and dripped down her thighs. Both holes were opening and closing from her exertions. His cock started stiffening again.

"Time for dessert again," he growled.

She flushed and moaned helplessly. He pulled up the stool and proceeded to thoroughly eat her pussy again. The balls rolled around in her vagina, with each move she made, bringing her desire to a fever pitch. But she had to keep herself from cumming, or who knows what punishment his diabolical mind would come up with next.

When he finished eating her pussy, drawing the last dregs of cream from her, he started on her ass. He licked her burning cheeks until they cooled, then moved to her tight ass hole. He rimmed her over and over, until she could barely breathe, then speared his tongue into her hole, making her scream in surprise.

His cock was so hard, it was leaking pre-cum again. He stood up and slid his dick into her pussy, coating it really good with her cream. She was moaning mindlessly now, with no thought but the pleasure emanating from her over-sensitized vagina. He pulled back out and moved his cock to her ass.

Using both hands to spread her cheeks as far as they would go, he used the tip of his head to rim her ass, just as his tongue had been doing earlier. Pressing her ass cheeks together, he rolled his hips, making his hard shaft slide up and down her cheeks.

When his balls started contracting, he spread her ass cheeks wide and slowly pushed his engorged, throbbing dick into her tight ass. It felt so damn good, as her muscles clenched around his hard head.

"No," she moaned. "You're too big!"

She tried to move, but he slapped get ass hard and held her fast. Inch by delicious inch, he was able to insert himself all the way, until his balls were rubbing against her pussy. She moaned, delirious from pleasure and pain. When her muscles finally relaxed, he was able to start pumping.

It felt so damned good! In and out, she could feel the pleasure now rolling thru her. Hung over the saddle like she was, Laura had no control over what he chose to do. Lifting her hips, Dalton continued to thrust his dick further and further into her ass. Every time he thrust, the balls banged around in her pussy, sending fresh waves of pleasure throughout her whole system.

Harder and harder he thrust, his fingers playing with her clit now. Every time she came close to the edge, he would ease off. Finally, his balls were so tight he couldn't hold back any longer. He thrust hard, pinching and pulling on her clit.

"Now, Laura! Come NOW!" he shouted, as he used two if his fingers to fuck her pussy, while pumping his cock in and out of her ass.

Her orgasm rushed through her like a ball of fire. His hips pumped faster and faster, harder and harder, until he felt his cum explode into her tight ass, spurt after spurt, until her ass was so full, his semen leaked out and ran down into her thighs. It felt so good, she barely kept herself from passing out again. He slumped onto her backside, his cock softening and sliding out of her ass and more semen flowed out.

When he could stand without falling, he released her bonds and carried her to the bathroom and set her on the toilet while he ran the shower. She could feel his semen drip out of her ass. Her pussy and ass were sore. She didn't know how much more she could take of his hard fucking.

When the water was warm enough, he stepped into the shower with her. He cleaned himself up before turning his attentions to her, thoroughly cleaning her again. The warm water soothed her aching body.

He then carried her back to the bed, laying down with her cradled in his arms. She was so exhausted, she couldn't move, much less plan her escape. She winced as the sheet chafed her sore bottom.

"Shhh..." he soothed. "Sleep."

He had planned on getting back up after she fell asleep, but exhaustion hit him hard, and he succumbed to sleep not long after Laura.