littlerabbitgirl

Lincoln City is so pretty! I'm here tonight, where should I visit?

 Captive Desire

The night was quiet, save for the occasional creak of the house settling. Olivia Bennett sighed, shutting her laptop with a soft click. Midnight again. She stretched, rolling the tension from her shoulders, and glanced around the empty house.

Jake was away on business. Connor was at a sleepover.

It was just her.

And then—a sound.

A soft, deliberate thud from the garage.

Her pulse spiked. She sat still, listening, waiting. The house held its breath.

Another sound—this time a scrape, like something dragging across concrete.

Her heart hammered as she stood. Probably nothing. A box falling, the wind knocking over the broom—something harmless.

Still, she grabbed her phone and padded downstairs, flicking on the hallway light. The garage door loomed ahead.

She hesitated.

Then, hand trembling, she unlocked it and stepped into the cool, dimly lit space.

The scent of motor oil and dust filled her nose. Her car sat untouched. The shelves were undisturbed. Everything looked normal.

A sigh of relief left her lips—

And then the light went out.

Darkness swallowed her.

The shift in the air was immediate.

A presence.

Her breath hitched.

Before she could move, strong arms wrapped around her, yanking her back against a hard, unyielding chest. A gloved hand clamped over her mouth, stifling her scream.

Hot breath tickled her ear.

“Shhh,” a low, masculine voice murmured. “Don’t fight it.”

Her pulse slammed against her ribs.

She struggled, kicking, thrashing—but he was too strong.

A thick cloth pressed to her mouth, something sickly sweet invading her senses. Her limbs grew heavy. The world tilted.

Darkness.

She woke to a whisper against her skin.

The air was thick, warm, carrying the scent of something rich—cologne, leather, danger.

She stirred, wrists bound above her, ankles tied to the posts of a bed—his bed.

Her breath caught.

The room was dim, candlelit, casting flickering shadows against dark wooden walls.

And then—him.

A man, clad in all black, standing at the foot of the bed. A mask hid his face, smooth and featureless, but his presence was commanding.

Powerful.

He trailed a gloved hand down her leg, slow, possessive.

“I’ve been watching you, Olivia,” he murmured. “Waiting for the right moment.”

A shiver coursed through her.

She should be terrified. She was terrified. But beneath the fear, something darker stirred. Something she didn’t want to name.

He knew.

His fingers traced the delicate lace of her nightgown, teasing along the hem.

“I wonder,” he mused, voice velvety, “how long you’ll resist before you give in.”

She swallowed hard. “I—I won’t.”

He chuckled, low and knowing. “No?”

His hand moved higher.

Her breath hitched.

Her body betrayed her.

Heat pooled in her core, a flush rising to her skin.

He leaned closer, breath fanning over her lips. “Your body says otherwise.”

She turned her face away, but he caught her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze—though she couldn’t see his eyes, she felt his dominance.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered.

She parted her lips—

But the words never came.

He hummed in approval. “That’s what I thought.”

And then his mouth was on her, claiming her.

Possessive. Insatiable.

A captor. A stranger. A master of her pleasure.

And she let him take her.

Over.

And over.

Until she forgot what it felt like to be free.

Ever been to Terwilliger Hot Springs? Me either, but I'll be there next Monday, the 24th of March. 

I'd love to start taking "business trips" 

Let me know if you'd be interested. 

My bedroom has a door that opens to the street; it's always unlocked too.

The Officer's Seduction

The night had a certain allure, a seductive darkness that seemed to beckon Seraphine Vale as she drove home from work. It was well past midnight, the hour when the world slept, and the roads were nearly deserted. Her shift at the art restoration studio had been particularly grueling, and she longed for the solace of her own bed. Little did she know, this night would offer a different kind of solace, one that would leave her breathless and trembling.

As she navigated the familiar route, her thoughts drifted, contemplating the intricate details of an ancient painting she had been working on. Seraphine's mind was a sanctuary of quiet concentration, her focus unwavering until a sudden flash of blue and red lights snapped her back to reality. She slowed her car to a halt, her heart pounding against her ribcage as she realized she had inadvertently strayed into a speed trap.

The officer who approached her vehicle was a striking figure, his tall, lean frame cloaked in the authoritative uniform of a police officer. It was Lucian Asterian, a man whose reputation preceded him, though not in the typical way of law enforcement. His dark, piercing eyes seemed to see right through her, and his presence was both commanding and unsettling.

"License and registration, please," his voice was deep and clipped, carrying an undertone of authority that sent a shiver down Seraphine's spine. She complied, her hands treming slightly as she handed over the requested documents. Lucian's gaze was intense, almost predatory, as if he was studying her, not just her papers.

"Step out of the car, Miss," he ordered, his voice laced with a hint of something that made Seraphine's stomach flutter. She hesitated, her mind racing with questions, but the command in his eyes left no room for argument. Slowly, she opened the door and stepped onto the deserted road, the cool night air caressing her skin.

Lucian's eyes roamed over her, taking in her slender form, clad in a simple black dress that accentuated her delicate curves. His gaze lingered on her face, noting the stormy gray eyes that seemed to mirror his own intensity. "Hands behind your back," he instructed, his voice now a low, seductive growl.

Seraphine's breath caught in her throat as she felt the cold metal of the handcuffs against her wrists. Lucian's touch was firm, his fingers grazing her skin as he secured the cuffs, sending a jolt of awareness through her body. She stood there, vulnerable and exposed, as he circled her, his eyes raking over her like a physical caress.

"What's a beautiful woman like you doing out here at this hour?" he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. Seraphine shivered, her body betraying her as she leaned into his touch. Lucian's hand slid down her arm, his fingers entwining with hers, and for a moment, she felt the warmth of his palm against her skin.

Then, without warning, he spun her around, pressing her body against the hood of her car. The cold metal was a stark contrast to the heat emanating from Lucian's body. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear, his breath hot and intoxicating. "You're a naughty girl, breaking the rules," he whispered, his voice a husky purr.

Seraphine's heart was racing, her body responding to his words, to the dominance in his tone. She felt a rush of wetness between her thighs as he ran his hands up her sides, his fingers kneading her soft flesh. He squeezed her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hardening nipples through the thin fabric of her dress, eliciting a soft moan from her lips.

"You like that, don't you?" he growled, his voice thick with desire. "You like being touched, being taken right here on the side of the road." His words were a taunt, a challenge, and Seraphine couldn't deny the truth in them. She nodded, her eyes closing as she surrendered to the sensations coursing through her.

Lucian's hands moved lower, his fingers dipping beneath the hem of her dress, tracing the lace of her panties. He teased her, his touch light and teasing, making her ache for more. With a swift motion, he tore her panties away, leaving her exposed and wanting.

"Please," she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. "I want..."

Lucian didn't let her finish. Instead, he gripped her hips, pulling her back against his hard length. She could feel his erection, straining against his uniform, as he positioned himself at her entrance. Without warning, he thrust forward, claiming her in one swift, brutal stroke.

Seraphine cried out, her body arching as he filled her, not with the gentleness she had anticipated, but with a rough, primal urgency. He pounded into her, his hips slamming against her buttocks, his hands gripping her hips tightly, leaving marks on her skin. The pain was exquisite, blending with the pleasure until she couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.

"You're so tight," he grunted, his breath hot against her neck. "So fucking wet." His words were crude, but they only served to heighten her arousal. She wanted to be used, to be taken by this man, in this moment, in the most primal way possible.

Lucian's rhythm was relentless, his body a powerful force driving into hers. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, and began to rub in time with his thrusts. Seraphine's world narrowed to the sensations he was eliciting, the feel of his cock buried deep within her, the roughness of his fingers against her sensitive flesh.

"Cum for me," he demanded, his voice a harsh command. "Let me feel it, you beautiful bitch."

His words were like a trigger, and Seraphine's orgasm exploded through her, rippling waves of pleasure that left her gasping and trembling. She cried out, her body convulsing around him, her juices flowing freely as she climaxed. Lucian's own release followed swiftly, his cock throbbing as he emptied himself deep inside her, his hot seed filling her ass.

They stood there, panting, their bodies slick with sweat and the evidence of their passion. Lucian's hands released her hips, and he stepped back, his eyes never leaving hers. Seraphine felt exposed, vulnerable, and yet, there was a sense of power in her surrender.

He reached down, uncuffing her hands, and then, without a word, he adjusted his uniform, the bulge in his pants a testament to their encounter. Seraphine watched, her body still humming with pleasure, as he walked back to his patrol car.

As she slid back into the driver's seat, her dress in disarray and her body throbbing, she realized the detour had been more than just a chance encounter. It was a night that would forever be etched in her memory, a night where she had been taken, possessed, and left wanting more. As she drove away, the road ahead seemed brighter, as if the darkness had illuminated a new path, one that led straight to Lucian's door.

night air, a primal rhythm that echoed through the park. Lily's cries mingled with his grunts, their bodies moving as one, driven by the raw, animalistic need. He reached around, his fingers finding her swollen clit, rubbing and pinching it in time with his thrusts.

"Cum for me, you little slut," he demanded, his voice harsh and commanding. "Cum on my cock."

Lily's body tightened, every nerve alight with sensation. She was on the edge, teetering between pain and pleasure, as his fingers worked her clit and his cock filled her to the brim. With a final, powerful thrust, she shattered, her orgasm ripping through her, causing her to scream into the night.

As her body convulsed around him, he groaned, his own release building. He gripped her hips tightly, holding her still as he emptied himself deep within her, filling her with his hot seed.

They stood there, panting, their bodies still joined, as the echoes of their passion faded into the night. Lily's mind reeled, struggling to process what had just happened. She had been taken, used, and yet, she couldn't deny the pleasure she had experienced.

The man released her, stepping back, his breathing heavy. "You were a good fuck, Lily. But now, I must go."

Lily's legs trembled as she leaned against the tree, her body still throbbing with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She watched as he zipped up his pants, the moonlight glinting off his hooded figure.

"Wait..." she whispered, her voice hoarse. "Who are you?"