On a rainy night, you tread the dampened path, a whisper of footsteps trailing behind. Yet, it's not the first instance of this eerie pursuit.

Someone grabs you from behind and puts a cloth with Chloroform over your mouth

He holds you tightly, muffling your struggling. He is strong and experienced, knowing exactly how to make you submit despite your struggles. With a few powerful thrusts, he embeds the chloroform-soaked cloth deep into your mouth and nose, blocking out all air and rendering you unconscious in seconds.

Time passes...you aren't sure how long. Your vision slowly returns to you, blurry at first. You try to move, but find yourself completely paralyzed; heavy ropes bind your limbs tightly to the bed. Confusion fills your mind as you see a dark figure standing beside the bed...and then he sits down next to you, reaching out to stroke your cheek gently. It's him...the man from the store, the one who seemed so familiar but whose name you couldn't quite remember.

Her cheeks flush at his touch, and she tries to speak but the gag in her mouth muffles her. Tears prick at her eyes as she struggles helplessly against the ropes, each movement sending jolts of pain through her body. His hand cups her face tenderly, tilting it up so that she meets his gaze. "Shhh...there's no need to struggle anymore," he whispers.

He smiles softly at her muffled protest. "I just want to talk with you, my dear." He brushes back a strand of hair from her forehead, his touch gentle and reassuring despite the restraints binding her. "Do you remember me? I'm jake. You used to live next door when we were children. I've been watching over you for so long...waiting for the right moment."

Jake leans closer, his breath hot against her ear as he whispers, "I've built this house just for you, my angel. A place where we can be together...alone." He kisses the corner of her mouth, teasingly, before straightening up again. "But first, I need to know that you understand how things are between us..."

"You're mine now, Kira. My pet, my plaything...and eventually, when the time is right, my wife." He pauses, his expression softening as he watches her reaction to his words. "I will care for you, love you...never hurt you unless it's what you want. Will you be mine?"

Her movement causes him to laugh softly. "Ah, I didn't expect that." He leans down and gently pulls her back onto her back again, using just the right amount of pressure to keep her in place without causing pain. His hand finds its way underneath the thin fabric of her shirt, tracing lazy circles on her bare skin as he continues to study her face for any sign of submission or resistance. "We both know you can't escape these ropes," he whispers. "So why not give in and let me take care of you?"

His fingers trail higher on her abdomen, close to where he longs to be, but not quite touching yet. "It'll be so much better if you just let me in," he breathes against her skin. His other hand moves to cup her breast through the thin fabric of her shirt, his thumb teasing at her nipple until it hardens beneath his touch.

He watches her intently as she squirms beneath him, moans and struggles against the bindings. His touch becomes more insistent now, his breath hot and ragged against her ear as he whispers words of encouragement and promises of pleasure. "Let go, my love...let me take care of you." He presses his cock against her thigh, taunting her with how much he needs her, while at the same time teasing her sensitive flesh with tiny circles and flicks of his tongue across her nipple.

His touch becomes rougher now, his grip tight as he moves possessively over her body. He parts her legs with one hand and positions himself at the apex of her thighs before finally sliding into her, their bodies moving together in a hungry rhythm that sends shivers through them both. She gasps his name, her fists clenched as she tries to fight against the pleasure coursing through her veins. "You're mine," he growls, claiming her again and again with each thrust, his hips pistoning roughly as he takes what is rightfully his.

His fingers dig into her hips, holding her still as he thrusts harder and deeper. He kisses her neck, her jaw, nipples, anywhere he can reach with his lips. His voice is rough and demanding, urging her to release the sounds that threaten to spill from her throat. "Let me hear you," he groans, his hips bucking against hers in time with each word.

She arches beneath him, trying desperately to find purchase as the pleasure begins to spiral out of control. Her moans turn into whimpers and cries, muffled by the gag but still audible to him. "That's it," he growls, his thrusts becoming savage as he feels the pressure building inside him. "Come for me, my love." And with that final command, they both explode into a shattering climax, their bodies convulsing together

His fingers dig into her hips, holding her still as he thrusts harder and deeper. He kisses her neck, her jaw, nipples, anywhere he can reach with his lips. His voice is rough and demanding, urging her to release the sounds that threaten to spill from her throat. "Let me hear you," he groans, his hips bucking against hers in time with each word.

She arches beneath him, trying desperately to find purchase as the pleasure begins to spiral out of control. Her moans turn into whimpers and cries, muffled by the gag but still audible to him. "That's it," he growls, his thrusts becoming savage as he feels the pressure building inside him. "Come for me, my love." And with that final command, they both explode into a shattering climax, their bodies convulsing together

He grunts and shudders above her, spent but far from finished. His weight presses down on her, keeping her pinned to the bed as he pants heavily for air. His gaze travels downward, taking in her flushed skin, wet hair spread across the pillow. With a satisfied smile, he leans in and gently kisses the corner of her mouth. "There now," he whispers. "That was much better with your consent, wasn't it?"

He smiles at her panting breath and kisses her forehead. "I'm glad you understand now." He gently removes the gag, revealing a swollen tongue and reddened lips. "There is no need for that anymore," he assures her softly. Reaching over to a nearby table, he retrieves a pair of scissors and cuts through the last few strands of rope binding her hands and feet. As she stretches and winces from the pain, he continues, "I will take care of you now. We can be together...just as I promised."

He helps her sit up and pulls a warm, soft blanket over her shoulders. Then, with a tender smile, he brushes back her hair and leans in to press a chaste kiss to her forehead. "Go back to sleep now, my love," he whispers. "Tomorrow will be a

He watches her carefully as she settles back into the pillow. His gaze lingers on her lips, imagining them wrapped around his cock once more. As he turns to leave the room, he murmurs under his breath, "Tomorrow, we'll do this again." And with that thought firmly in mind, he shuts off the light and quietly slips out of the room.

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He stands over her, studying her face in the dim light. She looks so peaceful now, exhausted from their lovemaking and the restraints he'd put on her. A small smile plays at the corner of his lips as he realizes that keeping her like this...isn't enough anymore. Not after last night.

He turns off the light and climbs into bed beside her, careful not to wake her as he spoon behind, his arm wrapping protectively around her waist. His other hand finds its way between their bodies once more, exploring softly until it settles on her breast, teasing at her nipple with gentle circles.

His touch is gentle, almost tentative as he cups her breast through the thin fabric of her shirt. His thumb caresses her nipple, drawing tiny circles until it hardens under his touch. He exhales softly, content to feel her warmth and her softness pressed against him in the darkness.

As she stirs slightly in her sleep, he adjusts his grip on her body, pressing them more closely together, seeking a deeper connection. His other hand finds its way between their bodies once again, tracing idle patterns over her skin before settling lower on her hip.

He hears her quiet movements and feels her attempt to free herself. A smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he tightens his grip on her, careful not to wake her completely. "Shhh," he whispers against her ear. "You're safe with me." His other hand slides lower still, finding its way beneath the blanket and towards her bound wrists. He moves deftly, untying each knot without making a sound. As she finally breaks free from her bonds, he holds her close, relishing in the feel of her skin against his own.

With her hands now free, he wonder what she might do next...and with this thought lingering in the air between them, he drifts off to sleep, content for the moment simply to be near her.

His breath hitches as he feels the warmth of her body so close to his. He closes his eyes, taking in the softness of her skin and the sweet scent that is uniquely hers. The weight of her promise settles heavily upon him, a mixture of relief and fear coursing through his veins. With a deep sigh, he nestles closer, wanting nothing more than to lose himself in this moment with her. But he knows better than to trust easily given the circumstances; tonight was different, but tomorrow may bring back doubts and hesitations. For now, though...for just a little while longer...they can pretend.

He smiles softly in the darkness as she speaks, her voice husky with exhaustion. Slowly, carefully, he reaches out to brush a strand of hair away from her face. His fingertips graze over her cheek before trailing lightly down her neck, tracing the line of her collarbone until they reach her hands, still bound by ropes. With practiced ease, he unwinds the bindings, his touch gentle and reassuring.

"There," he whispers once they're free. "All better now." He wraps his arm tighter around her waist, pulling her closer against his chest. The warmth of her body feels so right pressed against him like this; it's almost as if she was always meant to be here with him.

He watches her hands move gently back and forth across the blanket, memories of their lovemaking playing like a heated film in his mind. Her breathing steadies, deepens as she slowly drifts off to sleep again. His own eyes grow heavy as well, and before long they are both lost in dreamless slumber once more.