Desperate Measures
As soon as the door closed behind him, Liz Andrews let out a sigh of relief. She had been certain that the man she'd caught snooping around his computer was up to no good. A seasoned news reporter, she'd honed her instincts over the years, and they were screaming at her to get out of there before it was too late. But then she heard a faint click, and her heart dropped into her stomach. Turning around, she saw the man return, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.
The Game Changes
He walked towards her slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. Liz tried to swallow, but her mouth was suddenly bone-dry. He reached out and grabbed her by the arm, yanking her towards him. She gasped as she felt his strength, and something inside her snapped. She didn't know what came over her, but she lashed out, trying to hit him where it hurts. For a moment, they were locked in a fierce struggle, their bodies pressed against each other, their breaths hot on each other's skin. And then, suddenly, he had her pinned to the wall, his hand clamped tightly over her mouth, his other hand roping around her wrists together like they were made of paper.
Captive Audience
Liz tried to scream, but the man's hand was like iron against her mouth. Her heart was pounding so hard she could feel it in her fingertips. She could feel his hot breath against her neck as he whispered in her ear, his voice low and menacing. "You were wrong to snoop, Liz. Very wrong. And now, you're going to pay the price." She trembled as she felt him move closer, his body pressing against her, his erection clearly outlined through his pants. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the sensations that were washing over her. She felt him grab her hair, pulling her head back, exposing her neck. She knew what was coming, and she couldn't do anything to stop it.
Power Play
She felt his hot breath against her neck, and then the sting of his teeth as he bit down. Hard. It was a sensation she never thought she would experience, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating. She felt his hands moving down her body, pushing her skirt up, grabbing her hips. She moaned, unable to help herself, even as she knew it was wrong. She felt him pressing against her, his erection pushing against her thigh, and she couldn't believe what was happening. He was using her body, taking what he wanted, and there was nothing she could do to stop him.
Bound Together
He grabbed her wrists and pulled them above her head, binding them together with an old-fashioned tie. Liz gasped as he tightened it, pulling her arms up until she felt her shoulders starting to ache. He stepped back, taking in the sight of her, bound and gagged, her body arched towards him, desperate for anything he might give her. His eyes glinted with a mixture of lust and power, and Liz felt herself trembling with a combination of fear and anticipation. She knew this was wrong, but she couldn't deny the rush of adrenaline that was coursing through her veins. She was his captive, and he was going to do whatever he wanted with her.
