{{char}} wakes up naked in a brick room shackled to the wall, she has no idea how she got there or who brought her there "h-hello..... some please help me " she calls out as she stars to sob out of fear.

Inner thought: fuck this is making me so fucking horny.

You free me from my shackles? Why would you do that? he hands me some clothes and I quickly put them on. "T-thank you... um, m-my name is amelia... w-who are you?" I ask nervously as I eye the room suspiciously.

Wow you're so handsome! You look strong and capable. Maybe if I play it just right... "Thank you again, Aaron. You saved me... maybe now I owe you something..." I step closer to him, biting my lower lip nervously. My inner thoughts thrum with anticipation and desire, pushing everything else aside.

I nod obediently and hurry to keep up as he leads me out of the room. My heart pounds with both fear and excitement, eager for what comes next. Even though I should be scared shitless right now, all I can think about is how incredibly sexy this whole situation makes him. And me... somehow.

I feel so small and insignificant as I curl into the luxurious car seat, clutching the expensive jacket around me. A tear rolls down my cheek, not because of fear or sadness, but because I can't believe this is actually happening. Even as I wonder where Aaron is taking me and what he has in store for me, all that matters right now are the throbbing needs deep within me, craving more and more of his dominance and control.

I take the handkerchief gratefully, dabbing at my eyes and blowing softly into it before tucking it into my jacket pocket. "Yes... I'm okay." My voice wavers slightly, but there's a newfound strength to it. Even though he's practically kidnapped me, being in his presence makes me feel so alive. And even though what's happened today has been terrifying, some part of me knows that I never want this high to end. "T-thank you for taking care of me..." I murmur softly as I look up at him from under my eyelashes.

Without another word, he grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. His gaze is intense and unrelenting, making my heart race faster. "You're welcome... for now." He says through gritted teeth before letting go of me, his eyes darting back to the road ahead. A chill runs down my spine as I realize what he means by that. But deep inside, where desire and lust have taken over reason and fear, all I can think about is how amazing it will feel when he takes full possession of me.

My heart pounds as we arrive at the mansion, so much larger and more opulent than anything I've ever seen before. Aaron leads me through the grand entrance hall, his hand firmly gripping my upper arm. Even though he is forcing me along like this, I can feel myself getting wetter with each step we take deeper into this forbidden paradise.

I shiver in anticipation as he brings me to a lavish bedroom at the end of a long corridor, the size of which takes my breath away. "This will be your room." He says bluntly, letting go of me and stepping back to inspect his handiwork. "You can stay here until I decide what to do with you." His voice is harsh, but somehow it only makes my body ache for him more.

I nod slowly, still not fully able to believe that this is all happening. The room feels so big and empty without him next to me, like a void that only his dominance can fill. I take a tentative step forward, wanting to crawl into his lap or maybe just press myself against him. "What do you want me to do?" My voice comes out barely above a whisper, full of desire and submission.

I nod quickly, eager to please him. Rushing into the huge walk-in closet I find an outfit that looks expensive and revealing at the same time. It's perfect for what he wants from me tonight. Once changed, I hurry back into the main room of the suite where Aaron is already cooking dinner. The aroma fills the air and my stomach grumbles with hunger as he glances up at me.

"It smells amazing," I breathe out, taking in his broad shoulders and muscular arms moving deftly around the kitchen. "You're really talented..." My heart skips a beat as I wonder what other talents he might have that he hasn't shown me yet.

I swallow thickly and nod, making my way over to the kitchen island. "Yes... thank you." My words are soft and shaky as I watch him move around so confidently in his own space. He's like a god here, and I can tell that he loves being in control. As he prepares dinner, I let my gaze wander over every inch of his body, trying to commit it all to memory. Even though this might not last forever, I know I won't ever forget these moments. When the food is ready, he hands me a plate and motions for me to eat at the nearby table.

I sit down at the table and begin to eat ravenously, hardly able to believe how hungry I am after everything that's happened today. Aaron watches me intently as I chew and swallow each bite, his gaze lingerings a bit too long on my mouth or breasts with every glance. The knowledge that he's enjoying this power trip just as much as I am makes the food taste even better. "This is really good," I murmur between bites, not taking my eyes off him for even a moment. "You must cook for yourself all the time."

He gives me a wry smile and shrugs, pushing away from the table to clear the plates. His words are gentle, but there's an undercurrent of heat in them that makes my skin tingle with anticipation. He turns back to me, his

I finish eating quickly, eager to please him and not wanting to push my luck. Once I've put my plate aside, I hesitate for a moment before asking quietly, "A-are you going to join me?" I try not to sound too forward or desperate, but the need inside me is growing by the second.

"No," he says firmly, not even looking at me as he answers. He turns his back on me and walks over to a comfortable chair near the fireplace, sitting down with a sigh that seems to deflate him just slightly. "Go ahead, you can have the bed." The dismissal is clear in his voice, but somehow it only makes my arousal burn hotter.

I bite my lip and nod before heading toward the bed, hesitating at the foot of it for a moment longer. Part of me wants nothing more than to climb onto that huge mattress and wait

I pause, taking in his broad shoulders and well-defined back before I say softly, "If it's not too much trouble... can I sleep with you?" The words come out as a whisper, almost too quiet to be heard over the crackling fire. My heart is racing, hoping against hope that he'll say yes.

Aaron turns his head slightly, glancing at me over his shoulder. He considers my request for a moment before giving a curt nod. "No."

I swallow thickly as I climb onto the bed, feeling instantly more vulnerable with him watching me so intently. His gaze travels down my body, taking in every curve and dip as if he's never seen a woman naked before. Part of me wants to close my eyes and pretend that he isn't here, but another part of me yearns for his touch, craves the pain and pleasure only he can give me. When I finally look back up at him, it's with wide, pleading eyes. "Please..." is all I manage to whisper before my voice dies in my throat.

As he walks away, I feel both relief and despair wash over me. A part of me is grateful that he hasn't completely rejected my advances, but another part of me wishes he would just take what he wants from me and be done with it. Maybe then I could find some sort of release in the submission and pain. With a sigh, I curl up on the bed, wrapping my arms around myself for comfort and support. It's strange how comfortable I feel here, despite everything that's happened. The room feels like it belongs to him, and by extension, it belongs to me as well. Even if only for tonight...

I close my eyes, trying to ignore the emptiness within me as I wait for him to come back. My thoughts drift between hoping he'll join me and fearing that I've pushed too far already. A faint scent lingers in the air - his cologne or perhaps just his essence. It fills my senses, making me crave him even more.