(Tw: Dark themes, Kidnapping)

I get sat in an old metal chair, in a basement. It smells of mildew and bleach. My mouth is taped shut and my hands and feet are bound together. I don't move or fidget.

"Your an easy one," Said my kidnapper, he was tall, lean, and had a handsome smile. I gave him a glare knowing I was the one who gave him the black eye he was sporting. He looked neat and clean though. His clothes looked clean like they had been washed. His fingernails were clean and filed down. his hair was clean as well and the top fell loosely on his forehead.

"No screaming, no struggling?" He looked over a shelf with many tools and bottles that's a few feet away from me. He came over to me and ripped the tape off my mouth. He seemed to be always smirking.

"I know if I struggle or scream it won't get me anywhere" I didn't whisper it because I wasn't scared. He chuckled and looked at me almost admiringly.

"Your smart." He bends at the waist and puts his hand on the back of my chair, and looks into my eyes.

"You have a cat?" I ask, I wanted to show him I was smart.

"What?" He said looking around, "How-"

"You have cat hair on the bottom of your pants like a cat was rubbing against your leg." I point out. He looks down and looks impressed. (Calm down Miss. Sherlock 😎🤚🏻)

"You must also have a sit-down job." His pants are wrinkled at the top of his thighs like he was sitting for a while, his hands aren't jacked up with cuts or dirt so he obviously doesn't have that kind of job.

"I have myself a little fan," He smiles widely.

"No, I'm just observant. Anyone could see those things." He leans closer to my face.

"I don't think your just anyone," I smirk this time, knowing I'm getting where I need to be.

"And I think I could be much more useful if I'm out of the ducktape." I lean closer and now I can smell his minty, nicotine breath. He takes his other hand and traces it along my jaw.

"You seem like you would." My breath hitches "Underneath me all pretty," FUCK. My eyes dart down to his lips. My heart starts skipping beats. His hand hooks under my chin as he looks deeply into my eyes.

"How would you be useful to me?" he asks in a whisper

"I could help you in so many ways." I decide to get cocky. He sighs and slowly undoes my ankle restraints. I lean forward and connect our lips softly. his hand slowly slides down to the base of my throat as he softly kisses back. But he quickly whipped out a pocket knife and held it to my neck. The blade seemed to glint.

"If you help me, I might just have to kill you." He smirks softly as he whispers in my ear.

"I know you won't," I smile and whisper back.

"You don't know that." I feel the blade get closer to my neck.

"You have a soft spot for people like me, who can challenge you," I whisper into his ear "Who might just be as smart as you." I pull back and he looks me in the eyes. He looks like he's making a decision. He then takes the knife away from my throat and puts it in his back pocket.

"So tell me again, how can you help me?" He looks up and gives a questioning face. He looks handsome despite being a killer. So maybe I do have a thing for murderers. He has dirty blonde hair and light freckles on his cheeks.

"I could help you relieve some stress... or outsmart the cops?" I say

"Sounds like your trying to get in my pants," He smirks. I smile back. He makes my stomach feel like it has butterflies in it. He softly connects our lips again, biting my bottom lip softly.

"So you'll help me?" He asks, looking innocent. In a few minutes, this man has already made me fall in love with him. I didn't mind.

"The best I can," I say as he unzips his black hoodie and tosses it on the workbench beside me. He undid my hand restraints and lead me out of the basement to a beautiful small home. He held my wrist the entire time.

"I thought we might need somewhere more comfortable," He smiled but it was different from the others, it was filled with entertainment and lust. It made me lovesick, It made my stomach do flips. We walked down a small hallway and he opened a door to a small bedroom. He pulled me into his chest. He started kissing but a little rougher this time. He backs me up until we hit a bed. He breaks the kiss and holds my throat a little tighter than before, as he talks.

"Lay down for me Princess," He whispers in my ear. I obey and climb on the bed and lay down. I stare at the ceiling for a second. I can tell he's taking his shirt off. I look forward a bit to see his toned body. He stands at the end of the bed before he crawls on top of me. I reach up and put my hands in his gelled hair. He kisses me slow and passionately filling the room with thick, hot tension. He is an amazing kisser, I pull the short hair on the back of his head. He groans into the kiss. He gets up and off the bed. He motions to come with him. I hop off the bed.

He pulls me closer by the waist and looks down on me lovingly. He slowly pulls my t-shirt. And runs his hand down my side. We were so close, it felt what words could never describe. His hand traveled to the front of my jeans. There was a single light in the room, and it was a bright LED sign. I put my hands on his buff shoulders as he bent down slightly to pull my jeans down. I step out and he kicks them aside as he sits in an office chair that was at a desk. I stand in front of him, between his knees. his arms long enough to hold my hip as he sits. But he doesn't just hold my hip, he takes my panties off and they drop to my ankles. He then takes his belt and unbuckles it and takes off his own jeans. I can now see his hard member through his grey boxers. It made me wet. He took off his boxers and had his legs open. He held my hand as I sat on him. I put my legs through the holes under the armrests. I stood over him in that awkward position for a second before.

"What's your name?" I ask

"hm? oh Clay," I nod as he looks up at me licks his fingers.

"You might want to hold on to something Princess," He says lowly. I put my hands on his shoulders again as he rubs my clit with his thumb. I sigh in relief. He helps me slowly go down on him. He lets me adjust.

"God~" He mumbles. We start slow and gentle but it doesn't last long.

"Faster Clay~" I say closing my eyes. He holds my hips and bounces me faster. He groans as I dig my fingers into his shoulders. I clench around him as the pleasure waves through me making my stomach feel like it has butterflies in it. I can feel him thrusting into me, every one earns a moan from the both of us. Clay is so incredibly hot and amazing at this.

"Keep doing that. just like that," I threw my head back as he says this. I can feel that stupid knot grow in my abdomen. I didn't want this to be over. He started getting sloppier and I could tell his muscles were getting spent. I take my hands off his shoulders and hold his wrists. With one last stroke, he pops me off and cums on my stomach. I moan as I orgasm on his thighs. Were both panting and trying to catch our breath. Neither of us moved from our positions.

"Ready for round two?" he asks quietly with a smirk

"I thought you'd never ask" I smile back

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Guys, I'm actually so done with Dream rn dude. he deserves a for saying he prefers over one of the best and most highly reviewed burger chains, OUR LORD AND SAVIOUR of burgers . Like how could you talk shit about it, it has perfect juicy patties and amazing fries, like SHUT UP Mr.Floridaman, God dawm! Anyways amazing song Dream 🙂👍🏻

-Lol sorry for the rant,

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