Another day
dawns and I draw the duvet up close around my neck. The days all seem to bleed
into one another the other I get and the solitude of my tony room leaves me
feeling desolate and lethargic.
Today,
however, is so different to any I could imagine as I crawl out of my bed and
peer down the side of my tower.
This
morning, instead of a blank expanse of grass, I see the saddled back of a
chestnut horse and the smiling face of a handsome man. His chin holds a thin
layer of stubble and his blue eyes glint mischievously.
“Rapunzle,
Rapunzle, let down your long hair!” comes his voice, surprisingly sexy. Does he
really buy into that fairytale bull?
Apparently
so, I realise, as I let my long blonde hair down to him. He tugs hard and
slowly climbs the wall, hauling himself inside.
Without a
word, he presses his mouth to mine, crushing my lips with his. I take a moment
to push his chest, but the hardness of both his chest and lower sends a shiver
through me that causes me to pause and the, gradually, lean into the kiss. This
is certainly not what I was expecting when I woke.
Things move
very quickly after that. I’m conscious of whether my captor can hear, but his
need pressing into my thigh through my nightie soon makes me forget.
I return to
my bed much earlier than I expected. His fingers expertly find their way into my
underwear, hooking the edge and pulling my knickers down to my ankles. They
probe elsewhere, deftly tickling and rubbing in and around the wetness between
my thighs. I’ve never felt something like this, not even when I lie awake at
night on my own.
I soon find
the fire building in my sex is also filling my stomach, even as he draws my
nightie over my head, His clothing – I didn’t notice what he was wearing – is
falling away from him too, his erection bursting forward eagerly. Seeing his
naked body, the soft dark hair leading to his member and gathering on his
chest, his slim waist and broad shoulders, makes fire loom dangerously close to
the surface and finally bubble over into ecstasy.
What follows
is mostly a blur as he pushes forwards and guides himself into me. I feel a
sudden, unexpected fullness, but it also feels surprisingly delicious. With no
one to talk to, I’ve had no one to ask how things are supposed to be, but find
it pleasant, for the time that I’m able to focus my thoughts.
My mystery
guest finds a comfortable rhythm as he moves inside me, and I begin to feel
more delicious the longer he thrusts into me, and the deeper he goes. He picks
up speed and I try desperately to keep up until finally he gives a final,
painfully deep thrust, stills and lets out a deep groan.
He lies
there for a few moments. His breathing is heavy and laboured and mine mimics
his. Then, before I know it, I’m being pulled around the small room. My small
amount of things are shoved into a bag, his clothes are tugged on as I,
bewildered, dress. Then I’m pulled out the window and down a rope I hadn’t
noticed he’d tied to a chair and slung out the window, and we disappear into
the forest.
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