At his will

A new start

"Hi" I grin against his back while running my hand from his chest down to his member. I feel him immediately grow and get rock solid. I'm intimidated and I move my hands, he turns around and has the biggest grin on his face, "Don't get me excited if you don't plan on finishing" he says seductively.

He leans in and kisses my neck, it feels amazing and I am rapidly getting excited. He uses his hands that are around my waist and lifts me up; as if by instinct or growing chemistry I wrap my legs around his waist.

He's sucking on my areola, it pains but I want to beg for it harder, the intensity is building and I am sure he feels it also. I didn't think his member could get any harder, but it seems to want to burst out of his skin, I feel it so hard pressed against my stomach between us. Just the thought of how smooth and thick his pleasure part is, makes me moist with desire. I grind into him indicating that I need him to enter me and he slides a finger into my panties, I shiver in response to the pleasure and I'm impatient as he walks us into the bedroom.

He lays me down and pulls my panties off,  I attempt to take off my bra, "leave it on!" He commands, I'm confused as to why but I'm even wetter at his demand.

He trails kisses up my legs and stops once he reaches the labia, he pleasures me while I rotate in response to the orgasm he's influencing, I mumble incoherent words that I myself am unsure of what I said. I hold on to his head and arch my back as I feel multiple shock waves run through my body and head to my womanhood. "Oh my goodness Raymond, this is incredible!" I yell while vibrating uncontrollably.

"I'm glad to get the chance to please you, my beautiful wife," he says his words evenly stopping only to suck on my neck. My legs are spread widely and I crave his power, I crave his substance.

"Please, I need you now..." I beg almost in a whisper.

"Anything for you my lady" he pulls me into him and enters me slowly but firmly. It sends a shock, unlike anything I've ever felt before, every millimeter he inserts gives its own unique sensation. I want to scream, or moan, or run away from overwhelming pleasure or stay and embrace it all, but I'm just confused and filled.

I wrap my arms around him and firmly hug his back; it's amazing because I believe that I feel him respond to me physically and in electrical spurs that I feel running from him to me.

This is amazing!

I feel his power as he drives deeper into my being, my head falls back and my arms feel limp and powerless sheer ecstasy! The only way to describe what my body is experiencing.

He gets on his knees, places his hands on my waist, and hoists my butt to meet his hip, he doesn't reenter me though we're pelvis to pelvis, he just runs his masculine hands over my stomach then to my breast, squeezing them then running his hands all the way back down to my labia.

"You are an extremely beautiful, amazingly sexy woman" and the look on his face says it all. He believes in every word.

Ray continues to examine my body, rubbing my thighs, calves, back up to my thigh and around my waist; although he is not physically in me, I feel a heat wherever he passes his hand and a satisfaction.

Not shifting position, he enters me.

I feel the urge to grind into him but I am afraid that it will cause too much pain as Ray is a very well-endowed man.

As the pleasure increases so do the urge. I make small rotating movements and he squeezes me and closes his eyes, I am thrilled that I have this effect on him; he hoists me up in one sudden aggressive move and now I'm straddling him, his hands are supporting my butt so that I do not get the entire length of his shaft.

He kisses me deeply on my chest then sucks, squeezing my butt firmly as his pace increases, in then out, then repeat.

I grip on to him as my body shakes in convulsions, my knees buckle and my everything is feeling every which way. I let out moans which I'm embarrassed by, and eventually, try to get myself under control and produce soft whimpers instead.

"I love you Raymond," I say and it becomes his undoing, he grips me firmly and releases his liquid manhood into me. I feel it!

I feel a connection like none other, I feel soul exchanges. I feel one with him. I feel love.

.......................................................

Today is the day we finally leave; our flight is in a few hours and I'm thrilled to get back to my life, well... our new life.

Ray and I have spent the last couple of days together; mostly satisfying my growing s****l desire but also getting to know each other. He has shown me pictures of our house, which I love! and we have even discussed kids. He wants three kids, me ehh, not so much. Maybe one, or two so they have a sibling.

I'm waiting on him at the suite and he's later than predicted, he went to the shipping port to send our vehicles home.

Boredom suddenly overcomes me! I call Rachel to catch her up on the last couple of days and she's thrilled because she claims she missed me so much. We talk about Ray and my house and our plans to work things out after the Tyson fiasco. There's someone in the suite and I assume and hope it's Ray because they didn't knock.

I hear them nearing but they say nothing; I feel an uneasiness building and I beg Rachel to be quiet but she doesn't hear me because of how low I whispered and continues talking. I drop my phone on the bed and sneak to the door to peek at the intruder; I see no one. I look left then right. I feel pain, then I see only black.

My head aches and my vision is blurred. I wasn't blindfolded but I just couldn't see. It was very blurry, I saw a scene but could make nothing out.

I blink but it isn't clearing up; tears are wetting my cheek; I'm crying because I'm scared.

I hear whispers in the background "hey looks like she's awake" a man says.

"Finally, f**k! I don't know about you, but I don't plan to be here all day" the other voice answers.

"Go get the recorder and set it up" I hear shuffling but I still see blurry. Blinking isn't working. "Where am I?" I ask and my jaw hurts too. "Where's Ray; where am I, why am I here?" I ignore the pain in hopes of answers. "It's good that you can talk, that means my buddy here didn't f**k your face up too much"

"Oww, please stop" I beg because he is squeezing my jaw between his fingers, causing excruciating pain.

"This is not a democracy princess; neither are we at your castle"

"Why are you doing this? Please stop, where's Ray?" I question but my cries seem futile.

I wake not knowing that I was even sleeping, maybe I passed out. I see a bit better, coloured shadows; movement and limbs. The room seems brightly lit, a lot of white and gold? My aching head isn't calming down, the tears come again.

"Let's do this now, the day is wasting" a familiar voice from earlier urges.

I hear footsteps and someone yanks the cloth from in my mouth that I guess they put there because I was asking too much questions.

"Such a beautiful woman, too bad we have to do this" the other voice says.

Fear held on to my throat and stifled me. A light was shone in my face "so here is what we were going to do princess; you will read these words into the camera and then... we wait for your ransom" he huffs. "unless they take very long to pay it and you starve to death"

"Please let me go, i've done nothing; what do you want from me?"

"Please just shut up!" He yells annoyed.

I force myself to calm down not wanting to feel any more pain, he says read; I tell him that I can't because I cannot see; he gets angrier and slaps me then wipes my face. "can you see now?" Disgust laced on his voice.

"A bit better" I respond timidly. 

"Just tell her what it says and let's get it over with" the other assailant suggests. He doesn't protest and tells me what I have to say. We do a few takes because he's not satisfied with my 'emotions' for a few parts. "Show your in pain" he yells and threatens to cause pain if I need 'motivation'.

Finally, he's ready, or rather I'm ready. I say my lines as painfully as I could. Though I am actually in pain; I was never one to express pain. I go on "Mom, Dad, please help me. They want ten million dollars wired to an account or else they will send me to you, piece by piece. Please... I don't know where I am and I need you to help me" at this point I'm crying "the account number is 6729 1963 0024 you have two days to pay or else my leg goes first" I wail out at the horror of my reality "they are not feeding me either; please hurry daddy.. please"

The bright light aimed at me is switched off and he slaps me hard to my face; I scream out and it's as if he knew what I was thinking he says "that's to make sure you know your place; keep quiet and we won't have any problems and I suggest you save your strength" I hear footsteps and the room goes dark.

Is this really happening? How, why, how? How do they know who I am and that my parents are the ones to ask. Why not ask Ray? Oh my gosh! Did they kill Ray? Or is Ray behind this? No! Couldn't be. That's preposterous!

No one comes for hours, I sit alone in the dark, starving, scared, skeptical and angry!

Morning comes and they burst through the door happy as ever, I can see them clearly now. The one who slapped me yesterday comes up to my face "we should have asked for more princess; your parents looove you! This was as easy as Sunday Morning, your parents even asked us for them not to get the feds involved. ha! Best job ever. But a deal is a deal so you leave today.

"I can go home?"

"And you can eat; your daddy made me.. promise" he taunts playfully.

I gobble the food placed in front of me, it's chicken lo mein and I keep avoiding looking at my kidnappers. "I like you Princess Alicia, your a true trooper. Your husband should be proud" the most vocal one says; he's tall about 6'3" to 6'5" I see his feet fidgeting to fit below the table and he's dark; he has a very deep, authoritative voice. I know nothing else of my assailant because I don't dare look.

"Where is Ray?" I question quietly. I wonder if I am ready for the answer. what if Ray planned this. What would I do; how could I respond to that. Would he expect me to stay married to him, would his abuse continue? Was his abuse planned? Would I be able to get away from him? What if he kills me after collecting the ransom and no one can figure out that is wasn't a natural death; he is a doctor after all! But, what if he didn't plan this, what if he's dead? I finally look up at my assailant and I couldn't breathe.