Deliverance for Amelia (3 page)

Chapter Five: Gabe

“
Y
OU LOOK LOVELY.” I say as Amelia steps out of the bathroom wearing the sheer, white nightgown ending right below the soft curve of her ass, her pink nipples displaying beautifully from below. I want nothing more than to draw them into my eager mouth while I hold the weight of her breasts in my palms.

I stand from where I’ve been sitting at the edge of the bed and approach her. I wiped all of the gaudy makeup from her milky skin and she is now bare to me. No more mask to hide her natural beauty.

“Come here.” I whisper, and she hesitantly approaches.

Her eyes do not leave mine; the lovely brown orbs filled with absolute terror, but a glint of determination. She is strong willed, this I will learn with time, but the fact that she seems to look straight through me is unnerving.

Her breath halts as I run my hands down her sides and her body immediately begins to tremble at my touch. “You’re absolutely stunning.” I whisper into her ear.

I inhale the sweet smell of her hair; it carries the same smell that it did when I took her last night. Her scent is forever imbedded in my senses.

“Are you hungry?” I ask tacitly. She doesn’t answer, but the growl from her stomach tells me she is.

I take her hand and lead her out of the bedroom, down the stairs and into the breakfast area. The room has a round table in the center with windows surrounding it, looking out to the vast wilderness outside. I turn to face her, watching with amusement as the hope drains from her eyes.

“There is no escaping, my sweet Amelia. It’s just us here. Your screams will be unheard, your pleas unanswered.”

Finally, she breaks down. The quiet sobs and slight trembling in the bathroom earlier were nothing compared to this moment. No. Now her body shakes emphatically as she wails in frustration. I was beginning to wonder what was wrong with her, she seemed only a little responsive to her current circumstance. But now, she is afraid, and soon her fight-or-flight will kick in.

A sob racks through her body as I hold her to my chest and gently stroke her hair, “Shhh.” I whisper.

After several minutes, her sobs begin to slow as she grips at the fabric at my back. I grab her arms and forcefully place them at her sides before looking into her sad, brown eyes, “You do not touch your Master unless he gives you permission.” I brush a kiss across her forehead and sit her in the chair before placing a plate of fruit in front of her.

I hear her gasp as she examines the dish, full of her favorite fruits – strawberries and blueberries.

I place her long hair over her shoulder before leaning down and kissing her neck. “Your favorite.” I whisper, and she shudders in response.

“Have you been stalking me?” She asks incredulously.

“Yes.” I respond.

I make my way across the table with a mug of coffee and take a seat. I watch her intently as she hesitantly pushes a strawberry into her mouth and delicately bites down, the juices wetting her plump lips.

She quickly places the remainder of the berry back onto the plate as she chews slowly, her eyes locked onto the fruit.

“Do you have any more questions for me?” I ask.

Her eyes travel up to mine as she contemplates what she should ask her captor.

“Why me?”

I take a sip of coffee, my eyes not leaving hers.

“Your father owes me money.” I respond dryly.

“Oh.” She whispers, her gaze dropping to her plate of food once more.

“Anything else?” I ask.

She takes a moment to conjure up the words. “Are we going to…”

A rose color spreads across her cheeks.

“Am I going to fuck you? Yes, I am.” I respond simply.

Her mouth drops open in response to my blunt response as I rest my elbows on the table and lean forward, “I will not rape you, but I will fuck you. I do not rape women - I will, however, inspire the need in you. You will beg for me. You will beg for me to bury myself inside of your sweet pussy and you’ll scream for more.”

“I will not!” She snaps, her face twisting into a sneer. I jump from my seat and stalk towards her.

I grip her arms and pull her to her feet. She shrieks as my fingers dig into her arms, “Would you like to test your theory, Amelia?”

She struggles to breathe as her wide, frightened gaze locks onto mine, “I-I won’t! I would never-”

I smirk as I hoist her over my shoulder and march up the stairs.

Once in the master bedroom, I throw her body onto the bed. Before she has time to grasp her current situation, I have the gown over her head and use it to swiftly tie her wrists to the headboard. She lets out a whimper as my hands travel from her face, to her neck and then I grasp the weight of her ample breasts in each of my palms. Her body quivers beneath me as I nip at her neck, feeling her pulse beat rapidly beneath my hungry lips.

I sit up and admire her writhing body. She’s fighting her natural urges, and we just can’t have that.

I move downward as my fingers trail to the lacy, white panties that I’ve chosen for her. With one swift pull, they are yanked from her body.

I smile slyly, “We’ll need to get you more of those. I like ripping them from your body like a man gone mad.”

I pry open her thighs and admire her pink, sweet pussy. My cock twitches at the sight of the juices that trickle from her.

I tick my tongue, “Sweet Amelia. My darling, your pussy is already deceiving you.”

“No.” She whispers as tears seep from her wide eyes.

“Yes, Amelia.”

I pin her shaking knees to the mattress - opening her up completely, before dipping my head down and inhaling her sweet scent.

She quivers as my breath touches her intimate opening. I sigh as I run my tongue deep into her soft, slick folds. She squirms at first, then shutters as a moan escapes her luscious lips. I go straight for her bundle of nerves and offer gentle flicks of the tip of my tongue. Her back arches with need.

I remove a hand from her knee and I’m pleasantly surprised when it stays in place. I run my fingers over her soft inner thigh until I reach her opening. She sighs as I sink a finger in, I’m happy to feel her tight muscles contracting around it as I move in and out of her.

I lift my head and watch with pleasure as her eyes roll to the back of her head, her hips meeting the rhythm of my finger as I fuck her with my hand.

“You’re a virgin.” I whisper and she nods her head.

“Y-yes.”

I smile at her want and suddenly withdraw my finger. She whimpers and her once arched back meets the mattress once more.

I stand, trying to ignore my throbbing cock. It’s hard as a rock, but she must learn her lesson.

“You will learn to not deny me, Amelia.”

Chapter Six: Amelia

I
LIE STARING AT THE CEILING, thinking about what led me here.

My father’s mistakes. I feel like a fool for working so hard over the years, only to be handled so aggressively by a man who holds me captive. The years that I’ve spent sheltered, all of the hard work… this is what it has all amounted to.

Not to mention the fact that he built up so much need in me. A need that I never knew existed. In a sick, terrible way – I want him to touch me again. I want to feel his mouth there once more. I want to feel the need wind up so much that it finally gives way and bursts into tiny stars. He’s sexy. He’s demanding. He’s absolutely beautiful. He also brought me so close to the shore, only to leave me in the deep to drown. Now I’m panting like a dumbass, craving his touch.

No. I’m an idiot if I want what he can give me. He’s kidnapped me and forcefully touched me, regardless of whether or not it was pleasant. I didn’t ask for it. I… I didn’t want it.

You’re lying, Amelia.

Furthermore, why would my father owe this man money?

Gabe. Who is Gabe?

I jump when the door creaks open and Gabe comes sauntering in. It looks as if he just worked out. He’s wearing sweatpants, tennis shoes and no shirt. He is everything muscle; strong arms leading to a broad chest, and from there, narrowed hips. His body calls to me, and I can feel the moisture between my legs once more. My breathing picks up as I squeeze my thighs together.

His eyes travel down my nude body as he stalks towards the bed. His hair is unruly from the hours he must have been gone working out and his body is glistening from the sweat.

My eyes stay locked onto his, and the bed dips as he lays on his stomach. He doesn’t say a word as he pushes my legs apart, and I allow them to fall open. I don’t know why I’m giving in. I want to physically slap some sense into myself, but that’s impossible with my hands being bound.

He runs a finger through my folds and a hushed moan escapes my lips. My eyelids begin to fall as lust overtakes me.

“Do you want me to help you escape?” He whispers and I shake my head - knowing he doesn’t mean opening the door and letting me go.

“No?” He asks and begins circling my clit with his thumb.

If he wants me to give him the okay to touch me… pleasure me… I can’t. I can’t, but dammit, my mind is screaming. I feel the warmth spread through me as my body recognizes the impending orgasm. What would I be if I told him yes? Weak? Disgusting? I hate this ping-pong match occurring with my conscience.

“You want this, Amelia. Don’t deny it.” He says casually as he stops all movement.

Tears begin to leak from my eyes once more, because I know that I’m going to give in eventually, because my damned body loves nothing more than to betray me. So, I do. I can’t continue to let him torment me in this way. He wants me to submit? I will, selfishly. I will pretend that he’s my lover. Not my captor.

“Yes.” I rasp.

“What was that?” He asks.

“Yes, Master.” I whisper.

He begins circling my clit in slow motions once more, “Yes Master, what?”

I moan as he quickens the pace, “I-I don’t want you to stop Master, please.”

He inserts a finger inside of my entrance and I buck my hips.

He kisses my inner thigh as he continues to watch me, “You want to come for me, Amelia?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Has anyone ever made you come before me?” He asks. My eyes dart to his as I contemplate my answer.

“No, Master.”

I swear I hear him growl as he positions himself between my legs. I gasp when he frees his erection from his pants and begins stroking his length. I’ve never seen a man’s arousal before, and his is intimidating. I’m suddenly kicking myself for giving into his touch.

“Do you want this?” He asks. I now feel my arousal trickling from my entrance.

I look from his erection to him eagerly as I press my lips together. I can’t give that part of myself to a monster. A man who calls himself my master. He wants my virginity. I can’t give him that. Not willingly.

He smirks knowingly.

His thumb continues to circle my mound as he pumps himself harder and faster. I continue to grind against him - feeling myself winding tight, eager for release.

Finally, the shockwaves reverberate throughout my body. I tremble with each wave the orgasm has to offer. I feel a warmth spread across my stomach, and look down where he deposited his seed onto my skin.

My lip quivers as my head rolls to the side. I feel absolute shame. He came all over me. I can’t help but feel like a useless piece of garbage, a broken toy that he will use as he sees fit.

I hear a dark chuckle as he tucks himself back into his pants and frees me from my makeshift restraint.

“Get up.” He says - his voice husky.

I do, because my voice doesn’t matter and any hesitation on my part will likely not go unpunished. I follow behind him into the bathroom where he turns on the shower, the steam almost immediately surrounds us. He strips himself bare and reaches out for me. I think about running while he’s so vulnerable, but my fear gets the better of me as I step into the water with him. He gently places a finger under my chin and tilts my head up.

“I will fuck you. Maybe not tonight, or tomorrow, but I will and when I do you will beg for more.”

My gaze falls to the tiled floor, and all I can do is look at the water surrounding my toes. I know he’s right, and there isn’t a thing that I can do to stop it.