Page 13 of Stranded
I feel a surge of courage. “Yes,” I say, surprising myself with my boldness. “More than anything.”
His gloved hand caresses my face, the fabric cold against my warm skin. And then he reaches for a drawer beside us, keeping his other hand around the back of my neck. He pulls out a length of thick rope, holding it out in front of me.
His gaze doesn’t waver from mine. “I want to role-play,” he says, the words laced with something dark. “A rape fantasy.” The statement hangs in the air between us like a challenge. “It’s what I enjoy.”
My stomach churns as hundreds of questions whizz around in my brain. Many people come to Alaska to escape, and I wonder what Maddox is running from. What darkness fills his past? And yet, I can’t find it in me to care. What if he killed, raped, and maimed people? And why the fuck does that excite me?
A shiver runs down my spine, not from fear but anticipation. I’ve never considered rape fantasy before. A man taking me against my will, but as I do, something illicit stirs to life. My nipples harden and my pussy gets wetter.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Don’t overthink it,” he breathes, his gloved hand still firm around my neck. “You’ll have a safe word,” he continues, “use it, and everything stops immediately.”
The idea is fucked up, but it’s our fucked up, and right now, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Alright,” I breathe. “What’s the safe word?”
His mask conceals the lower half of his face, but I can see a spark ignite in his eyes. “Scarlet,” he replies, his voice deeper. “When you say that, it all ends. No questions asked.” He unravels the thick rope in his hand.
As the reality of our proposed role-play sinks in, exhilaration seizes hold of me. I find myself leaning into the darkness with Maddox and nodding. My heart races as he binds my wrists with the rope, his actions meticulous and controlled.
The transformation is instantaneous. Maddox, the mysterious and calm stranger, turns into a feral beast. His gloved hands, previously soft, now grip me with a force that leaves me breathless.
His eyes blaze with an intensity that causes my heart to flutter. He pushes me roughly against the wall, his body firm against mine, leaving no room for escape. And before I can think, he’s got the rope around my wrists.
I instinctively slip into the victim role, my heart pounding and adrenaline rushing.
“No,” I spit out, jerking my wrists against the bindings, the rough rope biting into my skin. “Stop this!”
A dark chuckle echoes in my ear. “There’s no stopping this. The more you fight, the harder my cock gets.” He presses into me, and I feel the evidence of his erection against my ass. “I’m going to ruin that pretty little cunt you showed me every night since you arrived.”
I moan, unable to help it.
“You don’t sound very unwilling, angel,” he growls.
His words light a fire within me that I struggle to contain. “I won’t let you!” I retort, managing to wriggle from his grip.
His surprised grunt is music to my ears. I try to run, but the bindings on my wrists hinder my efforts. The ropes chafe against my skin, but I ignore the discomfort, focusing on my escape.
“Ivy!” Maddox growls, the sound radiating menace. “You won’t get far.”
I stumble, my foot hitting the corner of the sofa. Maddox’s laughter echoes through the room, a dark symphony of delight. “You’re right where I want you, angel,” he teases, his voice a velvety whisper that sends shivers down my spine. “You can scream, and nobody will hear you.”
“Fuck you!” I spit out, trying to get back to my feet but struggling without my arms to push up.
Maddox is on me instantly as his hands grip my waist and then he lifts me effortlessly. I squirm and kick, my protests echoing around us, but it’s to no avail. Maddox is too fast and too strong. I’m hauled over his shoulder and my struggles are futile against his brute strength.
“Feisty,” he murmurs, his hand landing a hard smack on my rear. I yelp in surprise rather than pain. “I do love a good chase, angel. But not tonight.”
He carries me into the bedroom, making my heart pound against my ribcage. My breath is coming out in short gasps.
“Tonight,” he murmurs, throwing me onto the bed, his masked face looming over me. “Tonight, you’re all mine. You’re going to scream and beg, and you’re going to love every fucking second.”
I believe him. This is already a million times more exciting than any sexual encounter I’ve had in the past. He throws me onto the bed and then grabs the rope, hooking my wrists onto the bedpost, so I’m completely immobilized.
“Look at you,” he muses, eyes scanning every inch of my scantily clad body. I wore this lingerie for him. This is what I wanted. To tempt him to come closer and join me. I never imagined this is what would unfold.
Maddox’s eyes are ablaze, his gaze predatory as he surveys me tied up on the bed. A devilish smile plays on his lips, obscured by his mask. “You’re beautiful, Ivy,” he growls. “But you’ll be even more stunning when I’m done with you.”