Estelle Part 1:
I was scared, but I didn't let it show.
I didn't want to anger Ian as he caressed my body.
His touch was so careful I almost forgot what situation I was in.
When I had come to tell him I was leaving, he was calm.
He had locked the door and turned on his heel to face me, smiling.
The smile told me not to argue, though it seemed innocent enough.
But it was his words that hit me.
"No. You don't have to leave. You live here, now." He informed, still smiling.
Before I could question it, his hands were at my hips, pulling me closer.
"Ian, what are you doing?" I breathed, shocked at his strength.
His smile grew wider. "I am about to make love to my girlfriend." He half growled.
I felt my eyes grow as I realized what was about to happen. We had never gone further than some heavy makeout sessions, and he had always complained.
I was not a virgin, but was not ready to give myself over.
I had thought Ian knew that, but as he pushed me onto the floor, not even bothering with the bed, I knew all understanding had been locked outside the door.
"You may find my tastes a little different from others. But you'll like it, eventually."
He slammed down on top of me, on his knees, gathering both of my wrists in one hand as I attempted to push him off.
His eyes met mine and the power there froze my spine clean through.
Still holding my wrists, he stood, holding me off the floor with one powerful arm.
I struggled against him as he walked, dangling me, to the dresser in his room. Opening a drawer, he pulled out a roll of what looked like plastic purple duct tape.
"Only sticks to itself." He laughed at the fear that must have been radiating in my eyes.
He placed me, standing, on the bed, where he released one of my wrists.
"Don't move unless I move you."
He pulled my wrist down violently, sending me flying across the king sized bed.
Wrapping a strap around my wrist, he reclaimed the other, and I realized the system of straps under the bed.
After securing my other wrist in a strap, he struggled slightly with my legs as I kicked at him. But my frail frame was no match for his toned muscles.
He soon had me totally strapped to the enormous bed, and climbed onto me, whispering in my ear that it was not soon to be over.
