Chapter 20

After several minutes of him pummeling me into a greater arousal, he stopped and pulled out, lying on his back next to me. I was unsure of what to do next, part of me wanted to run, but I felt a connection to him and a desire to have his hard manhood inside me again. “Get on top,” he said in a gruff voice with a hint of passion, I could tell he was trying hard to continue to disguise his voice. I climbed on top of him obliging him, wanting to please him, taking his hard manhood between my trembling fingers I slid it into my soaking deeper region. I felt the sticky juices on my hand, and I licked them off. It looked like he smiled slightly behind the mask as I began to ride him, it was dark inside the van, and it was hard to tell. He grabbed my hands and held them behind my back as I slid up and down on his manhood, riding him faster and faster. He began to moan slightly and slapped my butt with his free hand as he gripped my hands behind my back with his other hand, holding my wrists together firmly between his strong masculine hand. I started to feel myself approaching an orgasm and moaned slightly and he abruptly stopped. “No, you’re not going to burst just yet,” he stated as he lifted me off his manhood, I felt a yearning deep within me. “Now get on your hands and knees and I’m going to show you how you should be taken.”
I hastily got on my hands and knees, and he came up behind me. I could feel his hard shaft sliding up and down my clit teasingly. He slid a finger inside me again and pulled it out and licked it off. Then he took his hard manhood and pushed it up to my lips parting them so I could feel him deep in me. He gripped my hips and pulled me closer as he pushed deeper and deeper in me. Each stroke touching my innermost pleasure place and making me want to orgasm more and more.
“Please, I’m going to burst,” I softly begged him.
He said “fine” and slapped my round bottom roughly. I started to orgasm, bursting in a gush of wetness I could feel running down my leg. He pushed deeper in me and shuddered filling me with warmness. He slapped my butt, and I could hear the smack sound as he pulled his manhood out sliding it up and down my clit.
“Clean me up,” he said in a sweeter more passionate voice.
I turned and licked my juices off his still hard shaft; I tasted a mixture of my own tangy sweetness and his saltiness. He gripped my hair and pulled me up to him, pulling the mask off his face, I gasped as he crushed my mouth with his. I stared at him after he released me with my mouth wide open adding to the surprise and playing the game. He slapped my butt softly and cupped it in his hand fitting it perfectly around the rounded curve.
Telling me “Get dressed baby.” I got dressed quickly and he opened the van door and told me, “Go wait by your car I will be there in a minute.” I walked to my car and opened the door, wondering why he was acting this way, this was not his usual tender caring self, but then again, I was not complaining, the wetness felt in my panties was proof of that, my swollen lips felt inflamed from all the day’s adventures. I sat inside my car and debated about following directions or not. I saw him come walking up to me and I rolled down the window. He leaned in, gave me a kiss on the mouth, and slipped his tongue tauntingly into my mouth.
“I want you to follow me, we are going somewhere else for round two,” he said with a wink.

After leaving the van and getting into my own car, I followed behind Aaron obediently. We left the mall parking lot and headed out onto the freeway. I was unsure of where we were going let alone why I was agreeing to follow him. After all, he was my official kidnapper now. Driving in the car, I was realizing that this was a new and erotic experience for me, to completely lose control to another person. To feel as if I had to obey him, I wanted to please him, and for him to reward me in some way. After driving for almost 20 minutes, we pulled off the freeway and headed into what looked like an old, abandoned area. There were many boarded up buildings, some with missing windows.
We continued driving past them to a shorter and longer building. It looked like an old warehouse building that had clearly been abandoned. The high door opening where trucks would have pulled into unload was now blocked by boards that were nailed across it. I pulled up next to him, and as I got out of the car, he was already standing next to the door. He grabbed my arm and pulled me close to him. I closed my eyes preparing for a tender embrace; but, instead, he started walking towards the door to the building, dragging me along with him.
“Remember the rules,” he stated with a grin.
I nodded in agreement. I needed to be quiet and ask permission to speak, I thought to myself silently, remembering the rules from our walk out of the department store. I wondered if this was his van, or if he was borrowing it from a friend. Up to this point in time, I had only seen him in his cruiser. He opened the door and stepped inside, it was very dusty and dirty. It appeared that this building had at one time been used for storing lumber, as the floor was covered in old sawdust and wood chips. Broken pallets and various other debris were scattered around the entire floor area. The only available light was that which filtered through the many windows. This was a very secluded area and there was slim chance of anyone ever discovering us out here. My heart started to beat faster, unsure of what Aaron had planned.
In the middle of this large room was an area that looked as though it had been cleaned recently. It was clear of all debris, and it looked as though the floor had been swept and mopped. Sitting to one side was a forklift with its forks lifted in the air about waist high, and in the middle, there was a plain, tan, wooden chair. I also noticed what looked like a tetherball pole. A large, silvery metal pole sticking straight up out of a large round base that was on the floor. From this silver pole hung two black straps. He walked me over towards the area in the middle and sat me in the chair.
“What is all this?” I asked in a quiet voice.
He pulled me out of the chair and swatted me hard on my rounded bottom. “Do you remember the rules?” he asked looking into my eyes.
I nodded, and said timidly, “may I ask a question?”
“Yes, you may,” he replied, sitting me back down into the chair.
“What is all this?” I asked again in a quieter voice. “This is for us to have some fun,” he replied with a playful grin. I looked around uncertain as he removed a piece of black cloth from his pocket. He stood behind me and put the black cloth over my eyes tying it securely at the back of my head. Then walking in front of me I felt him lightly lift one leg and remove my shoe and then the other. I felt the cool cement floor against my bare feet.
“Stand up please,” he said in a tender voice, pulling on my arm slightly to assist me in standing up by the chair. He ran his fingertips over my face lightly. Blindfolded I was unsure of what he was going to do next, I felt myself getting excited in anticipation of what was going to happen. My heart began beating faster and my breath quickened slightly.
I took a deep breath trying to calm myself and the butterflies in my stomach were beginning to make me feel uneasy as well. I wanted to reach out and touch him as he was touching my face, caressing my cheek, but I didn’t dare do anything without asking permission first, this was my first experience with him being so dominating, that I was unsure of myself.
His fingertips trailed along my jaw line, and it was like fire touching my skin. His hands were so warm. The warehouse was very hot too. It was August and very humid, almost stifling. The air inside the warehouse felt thick with moisture. My vagina was sore from the earlier escapade in the van as well as the morning with Julia and John. Just the thought of Julia made me instantly wet, a shiver tingled up my abdomen indicating my arousal at the thought of her. She was gorgeous, long straight silky brown hair, compelling blue eyes, beautiful round perky breasts, and curves that looked as if she was sculpted to be a statue in honor of the mythical Greek goddess, Aphrodite. Her long hair was soft to the touch, and she always smelled of vanilla and sweet flowers an intoxicating aroma that brought prickles of delight to my abdomen each time I would catch a trace of her scent.
Now, his fingers trailed down my outer arms and down my t-shirt, then descending further to my sides. I felt his light caresses across my stomach as he slipped his hands underneath my t-shirt lifting it slightly. Caressing my soft smooth pale skin, he lifted my shirt higher as he explored my body softly with his palms, rubbing his hands lightly over my skin as if he was touching me with a feather. I kept my arms at my sides and didn’t move as I felt my arousal begin to climb within me. His lips fluttered lightly across my abdomen softly flittering kisses across my supple skin. He kissed along my rib line continuing to explore my body with his strong hands, creeping farther beneath my t-shirt just below my bra, caressing my skin with his feathery light touches.

"I told you that you were mine," he said as I felt something crack across my back.