Naked and Bound (1*+)

One

It only just began.

Victoria stared intently at her new toys.

One kneeling in front of her, hands bound behind his back, and mouth gagged. Her toy stared back at her with trusting blue eyes as she touched his right cheek softly, letting him know with her eyes how much he pleases her.

She noticed a tiny crystal of saliva traveling down his chin down to his neck and Victoria impulsively leaned down to lick it away. Her new toy shivered and whimpered. Instinctively, he moved his head to catch her lips.

Before she could shun him, Victoria felt a hot breath barely touching her naked thighs. It was her turn to whimper in pleasure.

Victoria straightened, turned violently behind her and looked down at her another toy kneeling in front of her, his hands bound, and mouth gagged. She, then, found herself staring at his gray eyes.

Oh, how beautiful, she thought. She reached down and touched his soft hair, wet with perspiration. Strands of black ink spilled her fingers and Victoria can't help herself to stop from curling it into her fists. She pulled his head back and tilted it towards her face.

His face was flushed with anger. Knotted brows killed the softness of his gray eyes. She tried to ease it by kissing his forehead. Her lips were punished by its heat.

Yet she felt him tremored in response. Victora ripped his gag away and asked for his name.

"Stefan." He answered with stormy expression.

She repeated his name, testing it with her hungry tongue. All the while absently tracing his lower lip with her dainty thumb.

Stefan bit it. "f**k you."

Victoria should feel offended. The man was shooting daggers with his eyes. And by the looks of his broad shoulders, defined muscles, and almost six-foot frame, he could tackle Victoria without breaking a sweat.

But then she found herself grinning, looking as if she was enjoying her life for the first time in years.

Without thinking, she planted her lips against his lips lightly but firmly. She only intended to have a taste. A brief balm for her lust. To satisfy her curiosity of intimacy.

But she didn't expect him to taste so deliciously. The soft touch of his tongue against her bottom lip made her mad. She opened her mouth then and plunged deep to his nectar. Both hands were now clutching his head, taking him towards Victoria. Stefan groaned as he battled for dominance.  But she kissed him violently, savagely, uncontrolled. Dominating him in a simplest yet awkward way.

Weak with arousal, he can't help but surrender in the surrounding bliss that he felt the first time since he was abducted. He worked as a nurse and had been for six years that going home in a most unpredictable time was a usual routine for him. That was why going home at dawn didn't prepare him from being abducted by three bulk of muscles.Within a split second, he lost consciousness. And the next time he opened his eyes, he was stripped naked, smelled of cheap soap, his hands bound, and his mouth gagged. Before he knew it, two men wearing a black ski mask took him here.

That was when he saw her. 

Heated words were exchanged before she took him in. And due to almost two days without food, Stefan only caught words such as "a gift from the King.", "your new toy", and "can't take them back."

When the men left, she immediately freed him and took his hand. Strength, however, eluded him and he abruptly fell forward, leaning his six-foot frame against her soft small body. He heard her whispering obscenities but too tired to pay attention.

Stefan buried his face against her bosom and inhaled deeply.

He smelled strawberries.

It smelled so heavenly after two days of being surrounded only by sweat, foul gas, and car tires.

Her kiss suddenly changed. Sucking hesitantly. Gliding slowly. Her inexperience was starting to show that Stefan took advantage of it and bit her lip as hard as he can, wanting awfully to draw blood. But she somehow sensed it and managed to escape his noxious fangs.

He struggled to free his hands. After Victoria fed, bathed, and dressed him, Stefan finally felt like himself. And the puny knot Victoria made around his wrists can be loosened if Stefan just took enough effort to do it.

And yet, for the life of him, he didn't.

And he had no slightest idea why. 

Victoria forced herself to bring back the thread of control she let loose. One kiss and already her body was heating up. One kiss and she melted.

Disgusted with herself, she stepped back and lost her footing.

Her heart felt like tearing out inside her chest while she was falling. Her red hair scattered wildly around her face as her body entangled with the other behind her. Stefan was still watching her, but he remained still. Silently obeying her instructions.

Victoria gathered her wits. She tried to get up and found herself engulfed inside two powerful thighs and chest. Blue eyes glanced back at her green ones.

Without thinking, she got herself up only to found her hips meeting his, and her chest crushed against his. Victoria, however, didn't notice the hardness throbbing, demanding pressed against her belly and his tortured groan.

She thought he was in pain and immediately pulled his gag away. She wanted to ask if there was something wrong, but he interrupted her.

"Hugh." He said.

"Hugh?" She asked as she caught a lock of blond hair across his forehead and raked it back his head.

"My name." He growled in pleasure.

Victoria felt his body tighten and arched beneath hers. She could feel a hot, hard stick against her.

She suddenly realized he was grinding against her. She had no time to be embarrassed for his manhood was now pushing intently against her core. "Oh my god. What are you doing?"

She started to level herself up using her hands against his chest. It was a mistake, she realized.

Her new position made her sitting atop his arousal. The throbbing pain between her thigh was pressed firmly against his length. In a flash, the heat started to spread along her spine down to her toes.

Her flimsy shorts were now soaked. But she can't seem to stop it.

Hugh pushed his cloth-covered manhood against her again, too aroused to think clearly. He was breathing heavily now and his brows were knotted severely. He wanted to stop his hips from lifting. And right now that was the most difficult thing to do than to stop breathing.

Victoria, on the other hand, was confused. Her body was seeking Hugh's warmth. The fire inside her was consuming her thoughts and all she wanted to do was to move her hips and meet his thrusts.

She stopped herself from submitting to her urge to ride his manhood when she saw his frown. Worried, Victoria kissed the knot away. 

Hugh stiffened beneath her and she was uncertain if she did something wrong. He stopped pushing himself inside her. Only he didn't stop staring at her. She was so soft. So tender. So feminine.

Strawberries assaulted his senses as her oversized shirt with Spongebob printed on it was hanging so low, he could see her bare breast resting inside.

He didn't know what to expect with Victoria. After being bought and sold by many people, Hugh stopped expecting for the best. His fate was already sealed the moment he signed the bid for the sale of his body for two million dollars that his mother needed for her treatment.

Hugh's family thought he was away for an out-of-the-country work and will be gone for long, long years.

Then God gave him Victoria.

No, Mr. Reed, the one who bought him, gave him Victoria.

Or more like he was given to Victoria.

From Mr. Reed's iron-clad instruction, Hugh was a gift for Victoria. He was a slave to Victoria. And he was only existing to please her. To serve her.

And the moment he was inside her house, naked and bound. His situation was turned around. Dizzy by being clamped inside the rear trunk of Mr. Reed's car for hours, Hugh can't focus by what she was telling to him.

All he knew was that he was finally safe.

She cooked for him. Took him to bed. Gave him the care he didn't, even in his wildest dreams, expect to receive.

"Are you ill, Hugh?" Victoria asked as she straightened and leaned down once again against his arousal. He thought he was going to die when Victoria stood up and kneeled between his thighs. He blew a deep breath as he started to regain his control.

Then Hugh saw the dampness on his briefs and felt himself harden even more if it was possible. His control was in trouble once again.

Victoria saw it too. Red tinted her cheeks and she started to reach for it.

"I-I'm sorry. I-" She tried to rub it away. Hugh groaned louder, his bound fists were painful behind him. "God. Did I hurt you?"

Stefan barely stopped himself from laughing when he saw Victoria grating her hands against Hugh's d**k. He finally had his answer from what was bugging him since Victoria kissed him. 

The lady is a virgin.

And from the looks of it, she didn't know what to do with it. She was ignorant of the acts of passion, but she wasn't immune from it either. The dampness in Hugh's brief spoke for it.

His laugh eventually died in his throat as Victoria awkwardly touched Hugh's massive length, obviously worried by the damage (at least she thought it was) she caused on his briefs. His own manhood twitched and enraged.

And when Victoria wetted her fingers with her tongue and started to gnash it on Hugh's brief, Stefan's d**k was in full stand, throbbing painfully, and begging for the undivided attention she seemed, unintentionally, giving to Hugh's d**k.

Hugh struggled to contain his own control, desperately trying not to shock Victoria with his erection. Not to mention two erections. Both demanding, thick and standing proud against their briefs.

Stefan closed his eyes then, just to keep himself in control. He refused to acknowledge his arousal.  But with his sight gone, Hugh's grunts and moans instead heightened Stefan's senses. He can't stop himself from groaning either. He wanted to touch himself. To stop this torment but his bound hands made it impossible to do so.

"I-I'll just take it off and replaced it with a clean one." Stefan heard Victoria said. But still, he didn't open his eyes. He knew if he found her taking off Hugh's underwear will be his undoing and maybe attacking her will be the best idea he could ever have.

"No!" Hugh bellowed. Stefan knew what Hugh's feeling. Hugh's voice was strained and passed through gritted teeth.

And by the sound of Hugh's heavy breathing and groans, Stefan knew Victoria ignored Hugh's protests.

Then the house was filled with the sounds of a series of words of objections, faster breathing, Hugh's body against the wood and Victoria's soft body moving against it.

Then he heard Hugh's shout.

That was when Stefan knew that Hugh lost his control and came. He knew it because Stefan found his climax too.

And by the sound of Victoria's gasp, she finally found herself in the sea of the evidence of their release.