Elina

Garon rises from his chair and slowly starts to undo the buttons on his shirt. "Please Garon. I don't want this. Please don't do this." I plead to deaf ears as he takes off his shirt and throws it to the side. He starts on his belt and button to his trousers and I turn my face down into the mattress. "Please. No. Please don't do this!" I cry out, begging him to reconsider, to not go through with this. I hear his trousers hit the floor and soon I feel the bed dip as he crawls towards me.

His fingers gently stroke over my back, following my spine as it arches up towards the ceiling. I am curled up in a tight ball with my knees tucked in under my body and my arms stretched out to the sides where they are bound.

I feel a cold object press on the skin between my shoulderblades. I somehow know that it is a knife. He trails it lightly across my bare skin towards the shoulder strap of my dress and bra and cuts them. His free hand come up to sensually stroke my bare shoulder and down my arm. Then he trails the knife over to my other shoulder to do the same. My body is shaking from my sobs even as I try to be as still as possible.

The knife goes back to my spine and slowly trails down. When he reaches my dress he lifts the hem and cuts through it with the knife. He is slow and careful as he cuts through the whole length of the dress. He pushes the fabric and it lightly falls to my sides. He gently strokes the naked skin of my back until he reaches my bra. with the knife he cuts through it and my back is now completely bare.

He leans over me and places featherlight kisses along my spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps where they touched. I feel my body warming up to him once again. My sex is tingeling with anticipation from his ministrations. The thought of the knife in his hands awakes fear but at the same time excitement from the danger.

"Mmm. Your arousal smells so sweet." He murmurs against the skin of my back and a moan escapes my mouth. The knife is once again placed against my skin, now at my hip. He carefully sneaks the knife underneath the fabric of my silk pantys and cuts them. I gasp as I feel the fabric fall from my body. He does the same on the other side. Now I lay there with my ruined dress and my underwear pressed between my legs and body.

Every move he makes is slow and sensual to arouse the largest reaction from me. He kisses down on my hips and strokes his free hand over my back and ass.

He puts the knife on the chair that he sat on earlier and I look intently on it, trying to figure out if I can get a hold on it. Then his hand slowly makes its way up my spine and his fingers close softly around the back of my neck. "Lift your body." His command is soft but I hear the firmness of it. I hesitate and he tightens his hold on my neck in warning. I whimper and unfold my body so that he can remove the dress and underwear.

"Good girl." He uses the same praise as Lazarus does and with a gasp I feel my body respond to it. He hums in approval as he sees goosebumps spread over my back and hear my breathing pick up. I grip the ropes that bind me tightly in an attempt to ground myself. "A real piece of art. Beautiful and delicate. Soft and so exotic." Both of his hands gently move down the side of my body, trailing the outline of my breast, barely touching, and along the curve of my waist. At my hips they stop. His thumbs make small circular motions on the small of my back and I feel my muscles relax. My vagina is betraying me and is now dripping from all the attention he gives my body.

He lifts up my hips to unfold my legs. My face is still pressed against the mattress so my ass is now pointing straight up. With his knees he forced my legs apart and then he kneeled between them. He continues his excavation of my body. His hands move over the roundness of my ass and then down the back of my thighs. I moan into the mattress as I feel every touch echoing in my traitorous cunt. My hold on the ropes that binds my hands is so hard my knuckles have turned white.

As his hands find their way back up my thighs he touches my sex with fetherlight touches earning whimpering moans in protest when he continues on. "Soon, little one. I will give you what you want when you are ready to explode." His mouth comes down to kiss my buttocks and I whine into the mattress. My chest fills with shame and disgust from my reactions to this male that is not mine.

One of his hands travels up to cup my breast. Kneading it, lightly gracing my erect nipple with the tip off his fingers. Then he takes my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and gives it a hard pinch. I arch my back, pressing my breast into his hand and my face leaves the mattress to scream out my pleasure and pain to the room. "There you are. Why are you hiding?" His low voice rumbles through my body and I give a weak whimper.

"Please." I try to plead to him, but that's all I can get out.

"Soon. I know you can do better than that." His mouth continues to kiss and nibble at my bottom and the back of my thighs. I feel my legs separate more on their own accord and I arch my back to give him better access. He growls in approval and rewards me with a firm lick from my clit and back to my anus.

"Aaah. Please, please." At this moment I don't know if I'm begging for him to continue, to give me more, or for him to stop. The feelings are too intense, too shameful but at the same time so wonderful. "Lazarus." I moan out imagining that it's him doing this to me instead of Garon. I regret it as soon as the name leaves my lips.

Garon abruptly stops what he's doing. I hold my breath in fear. Then his hand leaves my hip and comes down hard on my right cheek. "You do not say his name in MY bed!" He says as his hand rains down hard on my behind over and over again. I try to get away from his onslaught but his other arm is wrapped around my waist to hold me still. I scream out in pain every time his hand makes contact and soon my eyes are overflowing with tears again.

"I'm sorry. Please stop. I'm sorry." I beg him for forgiveness. He stops his spanking and grabs my hair to forcefully pull my head back. His face is close to me and I see the anger in his eyes as he stares at me.

"In this bed you will scream my name! Garon! Do you understand?" His voice is low and shakes with withheld anger as he growls in my ear and I whimper in fear. "Do. You. Understand?" He repeats louder and shakes my head when I don't answer him immediately.

"Ye-es! Yes!" I manage to get out between my sobs. My scalp is burning from the tight grip he has on my hair.

"Good." He releases my hair and goes back to touching me gently, almost lovingly. His hand massages my abused behind. "Such a pretty pink color your ass got from a little spanking." He leans down to kiss my throbbing globes. The sensitivity in my body always hightens after a spanking and soon I can't contain the moans of pleasure that work their way up my throat.

His hands are like fire as he caresses, massages and pinches me. His tongue moves over my skin like a snake evoking fiery pleasure wherever it touches. But with a frustrated growl he stops. He leans up to grab my wrist and unties me but he doesn't let my wrist go. He then proceeds to push me over so I fall on my side. With his body he forces me on my back. He grabs and unties my other wrist. Then he ties both hands together with one rope.

He rises on his hands and knees and looks down at me with a pleased smirk. My eyes are wide with fear and lust as I look up at him. He looks like a God, ready to deliver his verdict to his subject. My tongue comes out to lick my lips and his eyes follow the motion.

He leans down to claim my lips in a violent kiss. His tongue presses on the seams of my lips, demanding entrance, which I refuse. A pinch on my nipple has me gasping and his tongue makes its way into my mouth. I bite down on his bottom lip as his mouth leaves mine and he moans. He continues kissing and licking down my neck to my breast and sucks in my hard peak between his warm lips. I arch my back, pressing my breast to his mouth, moaning.

"Aaah! Fuck! Mmmh." I bite my lips to contain my voice. I don't want to feel all of this. Not with this male. Lazarus. A single tear makes its way out of the corner of my eye.

"You make the most delicious sounds." His voice vibrates against my sensitive nipple and I bite my lip harder and taste the blood as my skin breaks. "You should not hide it behind those luscious lips." His thumb rescues my bottom lip from the hold of my teeth at the same time that he bites down on my nipple.

"Aaah! Fuck! Laz- Aagh!" An even harder bite to my nipple stops Lazarus' name from leaving my lips.

"What did I tell you? My name! What is my name?!" He bites me again.

"Aah! Ga-garon." I stammer out.

"Yes. That's right! It's me that makes you feel this good!" He praises my use of his name and leaves my breast to venture further south. His tongue makes contact with my clit. "Delicious."

"Aaah! Please!" I beg him. It's too much. "Please. I need...." It's not enough.

"What is it you need?" He switches between licking my folds and sucking on my clit. His tongue is long and flexible but it's not enough.

"Please." I don't want to say the word. I will not say the word. I pull on my bindings, trying in vain to come loose.

"You want my cock?" He asks as he slowly inserts and removes his tongue from my pussy. Arching my back and pressing my sex against his face I moan in frustration. He chuckles. "Is it my cock you want? You can just say the word and you'll have it." The vibrations of his voice on my clit is heavenly but not nearly enough.

"Please." I sob out, still refusing to say the words.

"Say it." He demands and stops his assault on my pussy. I whine at the loss of his tongue. "Say it." He crawls up over my body stopping to suck in a hard peak in his mouth. When he finally makes it all the way to my face I can see my juices glistening around his lips. He leans on one of his elbows and grabs his erect member with his other. He rubs his hard cock along my wet and ready folds, stopping to press more firmly against my opening. I put my legs around his hips and pressed my pelvis up against him in an attempt to force him inside me. But he evades me.

"Please. I can't." I whimper.

"Say it." He runs his tongue along my bottom lip before he gives me a deep kiss. "You have to say it or I wont fuck you."

"Please. Please fuck me." It's barely a whisper but as soon as it's out he thrusts himself inside my drenched channel. "Aaah!" My walls clench around him as he enters me and my orgasm explodes through my body.

"Fuck Elina! Fuck! Nnngh!" Garon moans out as he feels me clench around him, dragging him in. He thrust hard and fast and I scream out my orgasm with every pound he gives me. "Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" I feel his cock swelling inside me. I'm already accustomed to the feeling but now I do my best to squirm away from him. He does the same as Lazarus when he cums. He grabs my hips in a steel grip and drives himself as deep as he can get. Then he bites down hard on my neck.

"No! Stop! Don't!" I squirm beneath him doing my best to make him let go of my neck. He growls, squashes me with his body and bites down harder to still me, and I do. I submit to his claim with a small whimper as I feel my tears fall from my eyes.

Luckily he never lets me come down from my high during the time he's swollen inside me. He is constantly swirling his hips and thrusting inside me to give both me and him pleasure. It feels unreal, like I'm not really there moaning out his name in ecstasy as my orgasms convulse my body.

Eventually I feel his swelling decrease until he easily slips out of me. He leans down to give me a last kiss but I turn my head so it ends up on my cheek. When he gets off me I roll over to my side with my back against him and fold my body into the fetal position. I hear him leave the room and head to the bathroom and I hear the shower turning on.

How could I do that? Lazarus will never forgive me. I couldn't even hold him off for a day. I even begged him. My sobs shake my body as I cry out my anger, disappointment and disgust. I hear him reenter the bedroom and rummage through the wardrobe to find clean clothes. When he's dressed I feel the bed dip and a hand lands on my waist and strokes me to my hip. He places a soft kiss on my shoulder and then he leaves. When I hear the door to the cabin close I succumb to my exhaustion and darkness pulls me under into a troubled sleep.