Restrained

Disclaimer: I do not own Rob, I do not advocate any of the actions in this fic. Remember it is fictionalized. It has some non-consentual sexual situations and some reader may be offended...Please do not read ANY further if this could offend you.

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Warm and wet. So hot, it was enclosed over his dick. Suction, enveloping him in the tightest softness he had felt in a long while. He groaned and tried to open his eyes but couldn't; something was covering them. He tried to sit up and realised he was restrained. Something soft holding his arms in place on each side of the bed. He tested his legs and felt they too were restrained, tied by something holding him spread eagle. Panic seized him and he immediately tried to get free, struggling against his bonds. He heard a low voice whisper.

"Shhhh...you are safe." And felt their warm breath blow along the length of his wet cock and the suction returned.

"Let me go. Let me fucking go." He yelled. The mouth stopped moving on him and he was torn between relief and disappointment, it was one hell of a blow job.

"Just relax and enjoy it. Soon you'll be free and I'll be gone." He was relieved to recognize a woman's voice. He had been terrified it was a man.

"Just let me go now and I won't tell anyone, I promise." He tried pleading with her. Her mouth was no longer on his dick but her hand was, stroking him slowly while alternating the pressure on his shaft. He stifled a groan but couldn't help himself from pushing up into her stroke. He heard her laugh softly, amused and tinged with power, he was at her mercy and they both knew it.

"Well, it doesn't really matter if you tell anyone, no one will catch me. And I think after I am through with you, you'll be too grateful to report me to the authorities. Now stop fighting me and start enjoying me." She said, her mouth was on his dick again and he thought he felt the tickling of hair on his groin, he wondered if she had long hair, what colour was it? He felt the familiar tightening in his balls and knew he was going to come soon. What was she going to do with it? What if she saved it, impregnated herself with it and sued him for child support?

'Don't come Rob, think about it,' He told himself. 'but it feels so good.' She began to suck harder and then she gently squeezed his balls and he was done, with a loud groan he came, shooting himself into her mouth, feeling it run down his dick as she tried to swallow it all.

"Are you done now?" He growled, angry at her for using him, angry at himself for liking it.

"Not yet." She replied. He felt the bed shift and knew she was getting up, he heard her footsteps and tried to figure out what she was doing. Drinking, he heard the unmistakable sound of her swallowing something. Then he felt the bed shift again and she was sitting right beside him, he could feel warm soft skin pressed up against his side.

"Are you thirsty? I have some water here." She offered, putting a straw to his lips. He took a small sip, making sure it was water and not something else and then seveal long swallows, slaking his thirst. He heard the sound of his lighter striking and then the scent of a Silk Cut. She held it to his lips and he took a long drag, thankful for the calming effects it gave him. Her fingers smelled like him, of course they would, they were just wrapped around his dick and also of a light flowery odor, her perfume he figured.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked her.

"What sort of answer do you want? That I love you and just had to have you? That we are destined to be together and that this will prove it to you? Don't worry, I am not some unstable fangirl. It all comes down to the fact that I fancied you. Would you have fancied me back? Who knows, it's doubtful, so I took a risk. I won't harm you in any way. I promise you that."


Rob didn't know what to say to her. He suspected she was a total nutcase, but she hadn't hurt him yet and she was being pretty nice and his head was still swimming from cuming just a short time ago.

'Fuck Rob, have you already gotten Stokholme Syndrome? Be a fucking man with a spine for fuck's sake.' He admonished himself.

"I promise you I won't tell. And I can't really fight you but I hope you know that this is wrong." He told her, laying his head back onto the pillow, hoping she would go away soon.

"Just lay back and enjoy it baby." She said, running her hands along his chest. He could feel his nipples harden beneather her fingers and she began to tease them, pinching them lightly. He jumped when he felt her lips brush his. He turned his head away, refusing to kiss her. She placed a hand on his face and turned it back to her, pnce again kissing him. A light nibbling on his lips, before sliding her tongue along his lips to urge him to open up. He refused and kept his lips tightly closed. She left his lips and trailed kisses down to his neck, biting softly before sucking the skin into her mouth there. Rob kept his eyes tightly closed unter the blindfold, realising how tense his body had become, his muscles bunched and coiled, in preperation for what he had no idea of. When her hot mouth closed over his nipple he couldn't stop the soft gasp that escaped him; he bit his bottom lip in and effort to keep anymore reactions under control. As she suckled the other nipple he felt her hand running down his stomach to his dick. She stroked it softly until it started to harden again. He could feel her smile against his chest and she bit his nipple roughly in response. It didn't hurt, in fact it felt good. he tried to ignore her, to ignore the delicious tingles and jolts of pleasure but it was really hard to do. Why was he turned on? Was he a total sicko? Liking to be used by a woman this way. Was it because he believed she wouldn't hurt him? He tossed the theories around in his head and decided it was a combination of the two. he had always liked being tied up, that bit of danger, being at the total mercy of a beautiful woman. The being blind folded and not knowing the person was freaking him out, sure he had fucked all sorts of strangers, not all of them were even attractive but at least he had sort of known them. Known their names even if he was going to forget it a couple of hours later. He felt like he needed to know her name, maybe he could relax if he knew her name.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"You know I can't tell you that." She said just before her mouth once again enclosed over his dick, her tongue swirling around the head and down the shaft as she sucked him in. He felt the urge to grab her hair and fuck her mouth hard, too bad his hands were restrained.

"God..." He moaned. "Just something to call you then." She continued working on his dick and he thought she was ignoring his request.

"Jane." She said against his dick, licking him up and down lick a lollypop. He knew she was lying but Jane was easy enough to remember.

"Jane, just untie me, I promise not to try to get away, I'll do whatever you say." He felt her climb over his body, she felt, her skin felt smooth and she didn't seem to weigh very much, she laid down on top of him, he could feel she was naked, her breasts pressed into his chest, her warm hot pussy, rubbing against his swollen dick.

"You are already doing everything I want." She whispered, kissing him on the lips. He forgot to fight her, he was distracted by the feeling of her body, so he kissed her back.

"I could touch you, give you pleasure." He tried, focusing on the issue.

"But I am finding this oh so pleasurable already." She said and made her point by sheathing his dick into her pussy. She was so hot and tight he groaned again. 'Well fuck her,' he thought. 'He would cum and screw trying to make it nice for her,' He thought forgetting he was trying to get her to untie him so that he could escape. She was still laying against him, resting on her arms more than on him now, finding her rhythm, moaning as she found the one she liked. She rode him and he found he was pushing back up and into her, trying to find his own release. He strained to pull out of his bonds, wanting to dig his fingers into her hips to move her faster, change the angle to get in deeper.

"Faster." He urged her and she complied, her breathing was laboured and she was whimpering, fuck he felt like whimpering too, he felt so good. He felt her fumbling with the restraints on his right arm and suddenly he was free. He was torn between shoving her off of him and getting free and fucking her till he came. He thought she might have a weapon so he didn't want to risk getting hurt, there was no way he could get both his legs and his other arm untied before she grab a knife or a gun. So he slid his hand along her back, feeling her hot, sweaty skin and then down to her ass, felt nice, not too small and nice and firm. He wondered what she would do if he spanked her, instead he grabbed her hip with his hand and tried to guide her along to his orgasm. He felt her change positions a bit, leaning forward more and grabbing onto the pillows under his head, really slamming onto him now. He really wished he could flip her over and fuck her the way he wanted to, while he was pondering that, he felt her breasts brushing against his chin, so he turned toward one and pulled it into his mouth. Sucking her nipple roughly, biting it too, she moaned her encouragment and grabbed a handful of his hair, tugging on it, pulling his head closer to her. He took his hand off her hip and slid it between their bodies, letting his thumb find her clit and rubbing it in time with her thrusts. She started to get louder and he knew she was close to cumming, he almost stopped, why should he let her cum when she was doing this, but he thought if she was satisfied and happy, she might let him go sooner. So he rubbed her till she came, slouching over onto his chest and laying still, her breathing erratic, short pants, mixed with a few whimpers. He was close to cumming so he continued to thrust up inside of her pussy untill he felt his balls tighten and his release shoot out of him. She was so still and starting to feel heavy on him.

"Jane?" He asked, she didn't talk or move. She was asleep. His heart never got to slow down because now adreneline was pumping through his body, it was his chance. He slowly reached up to pull the blindfold off, his eyes blurry and unaccustomed to the light, it took him several moments to see clearly, well as clearly as he could without his contacts or his glasses. He saw long dark hair pooled across his chests and shoulders. And her tiny frame, laying across his. He was in his hotel room, how had she gotten past the security stationed outside? He reached over to until his other hand but couldn't do it unless he rolled her off of him, what if she woke up? He decided to try to move her off to his right side, that way when he rolled to the left he wouldn't lay over her and possibly wake her with his actions. Holding her shoulders, he gently pulled her over, as if to cradle her in his arm. She went without complaint and lay her head on his chest, his arm pinned underneath her, her face still obscured by her hair. Taking his time, his patience pushed beyond it's normal limits, he waited until he was sure she was deep asleep before trying to pull his arm out from under her. When he was free he rolled to his left and began to fumble with the red silk scarf holding him. Once free he sat up and reached down to his ankles, one foot bound by what looked like a black silk stocking and the other by his own white and black scarf. when he was free he found his clothes neatly folded on a chair and pulled them on, trying to decide what to do next. His first instinct was to call the police but he didn't want a media frenzy over this. He wanted revenge. Shrugging he grabbed the things she had tied him with and gently tied one of her hands, then not caring if she woke up he roughly pulled her other arm and began to tie that one too, she woke up and started flinging out several obscenities.

"You fucking bastard, let me go." She tried to kick him but he grabbed her legs and sat on them while he tied up first one then the other leg. Then feeling proud of himself he stood up and took his first real look at her. he was so stunned by what he found he stumbled backwards and luckily found a chair to collapse in.

"Rob..." she said, using her own voice for the first time.

"Gina? What the hell is going on? Why would you do this?" He stated at her large brown eyes, eyes he always looked into, never once suspecting her capable of something like this.

"You told me about it. Said it was a fantasy. Rob...I thought you would like it. I know you did." She grinned at him. How could he have not recognized her? She had changed her voice, lost her Aussie accent, used a different perfume, she usually smelled like vanilla but still, shouldn't he have recognised her body?

"That explains how you got past security." He was still stunned, Gina was a great girlfriend, funny, sweet, descrete but a little boring in the bedroom, sure she loved sex and was good at what she did, but she wasn't very experimental and he could not remember her ever swallowing when he came. In fact she never even finished him off with her mouth before. He still wasn't sure whether to be pissed off because she had scared the shit out of him or happy she had fucked him sensless. It was obvious he wasn't going to phone the police so he had time to think about his reaction. Gina smiled sweetly at him and asked.

"Can you untie me now please?"

"Oh I don't think so Jane I think you can stay here while I go take a shower." he said leaving her there, spread eagle while he went into the bathroom, contemplating his revenge.

The end