Taken By the Stranger by Jenna Rose
Sophie
I may have wanted this.I may have asked for it, but that doesn’t change my natural instincts. Doesn’t stop me from trying to scream.
But this man’s strength is incredible. He grips my jaw and forces it closed, muffling any sound that I try to make, and at the same time, presses the tip of the blade harder against my skin. Hard enough that I’m almost sure I feel it go through.
“That’s it. Fight,” he laughs in my ear. “It only makes my cock even harder, princess.”
I breathe quick, panicked breaths into the stranger’s palm, inhaling the scent from his skin as he drags me across the ground. His strength is tremendous, his size beyond compare. I couldn’t tell from the photo on his profile, but he’s well over six feet tall and broad, towering.
Adrenaline surges through my body. I want to kick off the ground, try to free myself from his grip, but I am acutely aware of the lethal tip of the blade pressed against the small of my back. And my captor has made himself quite clear that he has no problems using it on me.
My life hangs in the balance.
And it’s all because of me.
I got myself into this. I asked for it. This man forged from iron, his hands strong as steel, has come to take me, and there’s nothing I can do to stop him. All I can do is make it easier on myself.
He drags me past my family’s cars, and I feel my stomach drop as I realize this is the last time I’ll be seeing them. He turns me, twists me, and my house comes into my field of vision. I see my parents’ window, glowing with the light of my mother’s reading lamp, and my vision blurs as the tears fill my eyes.
There they are, not fifty feet away, separated by a wall less than a foot thick, completely unaware of the horror taking place in their driveway.
No one is coming to help you, Sophie. You’re on your own.
And that’s when it happens. I give in. I accept it.
I got myself into this situation and there’s no going back. Just like when I clicked the submit button on my post on The Dungeon, there’s no undo button here. Whoever this man is, he’s got me now and he’s not letting me go.
He drags me across the driveway to the gate, which I see has been forced open just wide enough to fit us both. On the other side, parked in the shadows, is a sedan, completely blacked out, with the trunk popped.
“Now,” he growls. “You’re going in there, princess. And you can either get in on your own, or I can put you in. It’s up to you. But do not fuck with me. Or you will regret it. Understand?”
He waits, and I do the only thing I can in this situation. I nod.
He removes his hand and spins me around to face him. And for the first time, I am given a view of his face.
Barely visible beneath the moonlight, pale blue eyes stare down at me from behind sharp, high cheekbones. A strong, clenched jaw frames his dangerous visage, and his lips…God his lips. Full and pursed. Lips that would make a supermodel jealous.
He’s…gorgeous…
Gorgeous and dangerous. Fiercely dangerous.
“I—” I open my mouth to say something, I don’t even know what, but before I can, the man slips a gag into my mouth. It’s some kind of wadded-up cloth material with a rope that he ties around my neck. I feel some kind of blazing fire start within my core. He’s going about this like it’s nothing – like he’s done it before. Goosebumps spread across my limbs, and as he grabs me and guides me toward the open trunk, I realize my nipples are rock hard against the fabric of my shirt.
I lift my leg over the bumper and slide it into the darkness of the trunk that looks beneath me like the void of an open mouth. The man presses up against me, and as I inhale deeply through my nose, I breathe more of his scent deep into my lungs. And as he places a fist in my stomach and bends me over, I feel it – his cock, rock hard against the back of my thighs.
And then I’m falling, controlled but falling, into the trunk. I curl myself into the fetal position, and the last thing I see before he slams it shut on me is his face, grinning cruelly down on me.
“I bet this isn’t what you had in mind. Is it, princess?”
Darkness.
Muffled sounds of the road as we drive. At first, I try and make a map in my mind of where he’s taking me, but I get lost after we cross the bridge over the river. I’m pretty sure he’s taking a circuitous route as well, backtracking to throw me off. By the time we park, I have no idea where we are. We could be back at my house for all I know.
My heart rate, which has managed to slightly slow during the drive, skyrockets as I hear the sound of his boots as he comes around to the trunk. It opens, and I see him looking down at me with cold intent in his eyes.
“We’re here,” he says. “Just like you wanted.”
Before I can react, he reaches in and grabs a fistful of my hair. He pulls, forcing me to quickly step out of the trunk. We’re in some sort of garage, concrete and nondescript. He pulls me roughly along behind him toward a door, a door that for some reason fills me with anxiety.
He tugs it open to reveal a small room. No, not a room, a cell. Four walls, a bed, a dresser, and a tiny attached bathroom. There isn’t even a window. And without hesitation, he kicks my ankle out from underneath me and tosses me down on the bed.
I spin around and look up as he strips his shirt off. Despite my terror, his physique takes my breath away. His chest is thick, muscled and broad, but he’s also lean like a coyote. Every cut, every sinew is visible. Muscles I didn’t even know existed stand out and ripple as he moves. My eyes are instantly drawn to his abs as he steps toward me, his hands going to his belt buckle.
And I thought his profile pic was impressive.
“That’s right, princess.” He nods as he undoes his belt and tugs his fly down. “I can see it.”
See what?That’s what I want to say, but I can’t speak.
“I can see it in your eyes. You want this cock. You may not have fully understood what you were getting yourself into when you posted that ad, but despite that fact, despite your fear, there’s nothing you want more right now than to be dicked down by a real man. A real man who knows how to treat that virgin pussy of yours. And you are a virgin, Sophie. Yes, you are.”
Fear strikes a strong chord in my chest.
My name. How does he know my name?!
My username on The Dungeon is anonymous, and although I did give out my home address and there’s a chance he figured out who my parents were when he saw the estate, I’m not exactly a socialite, so knowing who I am doesn’t make any sense at all.
Is he a stalker? A hacker? Do I know this man?
He smirks, cocky, arrogant, and I know that nothing I say is going to change what’s about to happen. This man is going to fuck me how he wants me, and if the bulge in his pants is any indication, he really wants me. And as sick as it is, as crazy as I may be, despite the fact that this man had a knife to my back just minutes ago, just knowing that fact causes a aching warmth to begin to spread between my legs.
“That’s right, you little whore.” He smiles. “I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to love every second of it.”
He pulls out his cock, and finally I am able to make a sound.
I gasp.
Like the rest of his body, his sex is thick, full and veiny – and also threatening. My first instinct is to clamp my legs together and slink up the bed away from him. But where am I going? There is no other door in the room, not even to the bathroom, and no window I could escape out of. I could run around this cell until I was exhausted, and in the end, the consequences would be the same.
No. There’s nothing I can do but accept my role in all of this.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath and think about home. My parents, my grandparents, my wedding vows…Ken…
He slaps me.
My eyes open, and I cry out and look up to see my captor shaking his head at me.
“No, princess. Don’t you dare go there. Not back there with them. You wanted to escape them, that’s why you posted that ad. That’s why you hired me. Don’t you dare go back to them now. You are here with me and I’m going to give you what you need. Even if you can’t comprehend that now.”
He lunges forward, grabs my wrists and pins them over my head. Then he’s straddling me, his thick cock pressed between my breasts, thrusting gently as if to show me what he has in store.
Countless things happen all at once inside my body.
The heat between my thighs grows, painfully, prickling like a thousand needles, lighting my nerve endings on fire. I start salivating, causing me to swallow over and over like some kind of animal. My hips move on their own, gyrating as the rest of my body begins to tremble.
“I want to make you suck this cock, princess. I want to make you into my little whore. But the truth is, I’m in too much of a hurry. I want to break in that little virgin hole of yours, and I don’t want to waste any more time.”
He moves like a blur, and like that, I’m on my stomach beneath him. Instead of pulling my pajama pants down, he simply shreds them, tearing them down the middle to expose my bare bottom.
“No panties,” he growls. “You really did come prepared.”
He spanks me hard. Hard enough that I find my voice again and yelp.
“Please, Daddy!” I knew this was a fantasy of mine, but I hadn’t planned on saying it – it just sort of comes out of me. My captor seems to like it. He grabs a fistful of my hair and jerks my head back, bringing his lips right up to my ear.
“That’s right. I am Daddy. Keep calling me that. And do what I say so I don’t get angry.”
He straddles me, mounting me like we’re a couple of beasts in the wild, and drops the weight of his cock on my lower back, right on the spot where he was pressing the tip of his knife earlier. They’re both threatening, but in different ways.
There’s nothing I can do but accept my role in this now as he grabs my wrists and wraps my arms behind my back and holds them there with one hand as strong as a handcuff. He grinds against me, as if to let me know what he has in store for me. As if to truly remind me of his dominance.
It couldn’t be more clear.
When he presses the tip of his sex against my hole, and I feel myself begin to spread open for him, a feeling somewhere between panic and elation hitting me like a full syringe of some kind of drug.
My heart almost explodes in my chest.
Sweat breaks out across my entire body, and my hands clench into fists.
I cry out as he enters me, stretches me, and begins to take my innocence away from me. But then an instinct kicks in. I wanted this to happen. I asked for it, but somehow my desire fuels my fight or flight response, and I kick and thrash against him. I buck my hips, cry out, spasm like a fish out of water – do anything I can do try and get his cock out of me.
And what do I get in response?
His strong hand around my throat.
“Don’t make me choke you until you pass out,” he threatens. “I’m quite capable of that, princess. But I’d rather you be conscious for your first time, wouldn’t you?”
He presses his body down against mine, crushing the breath from my lungs, then ruts his cock deeper inside me. I feel my cherry pop as he claims me and let out a long, desperate moan into the mattress as he buries every one of his long, thick inches in my sex.
“That’s it. What a good little whore. That’s a tight little pussy. You really weren’t lying about being a virgin, were you? Christ, I could dump a load in you right now.”
Despite my fear and the savagery of the situation, hearing his praise turns me on beyond belief, flooding me with a sense of pride. I want this man to get pleasure from my body. He’s clearly experienced, but he’s already on the edge of coming? That must make me special, right?
“Tell me to fuck you,” he growls. “Say fuck me, Daddy.”
With one hand still binding my wrists behind my back, he uses the other to caress my body, stroking me from my neck all the way down my back to my hips where he finds a home. He anchors his grip just above my butt and digs his fingertips into my flesh as he grunts with each ferocious thrust he delivers.
“Fuck – fuck me, Daddy!” I whimper.
My eyes roll back in my head as the vicious pleasure grows within me. This is beyond anything I ever imagined while lying alone in my bed, fantasizing about all the things I knew I would never get to do if I spent the rest of my life with Ken. This raw, ferocious man is using me for his pleasure, with absolutely no regard for mine. It’s terrible, completely inhumane, and I’m loving every second of it.
“Does it hurt?” he whispers in my ear. “Having your tight little cunt broken in? It does, doesn’t it? But you love it, don’t you? I can tell by the way your walls are clenching down on my cock. You’re about to come, and you know what, princess? I’m about to come in you too.”
Come in me? Oh my God…
I’m not on birth control. And while my rational mind knows that letting him do that to me is a terrible idea, I also know that firstly, I have no choice, and secondly, it’s also unfathomably hot.
So raw.
So dirty.
So naughty.
And I want it more than anything.
“Daddy!”
His cock jerks inside me, spraying a hot explosion that lights a fuse that instantly burns away, igniting my climax. I cry out into the mattress as a mind-numbing orgasm wracks me, causing my body to be thrown into a fit beneath my attacker, my kidnapper. He growls with delight, either from his own climax or from his reaction to mine. Or maybe both. Either is fine with me.
“Come on that cock, you little fuck toy.”
The dark stranger continues to unload inside me, filling me up until his seed drips out of me and down my thighs onto the dirty mattress beneath me, combining with the severe wetness of my pussy. His heart pounds against my back as he slumps down on top of me and wraps his lips around my ear so I can feel his breath. Then, like a king claiming ownership over his kingdom, he wraps his arms around me, and I feel small…so, so small.
And for that moment, before he slides out of me and stands, I could almost be convinced that this man and I, the man whose name I don’t even know, were lovers…
Like I just touched the beginning of something beautiful…
