Neil - Part 2 - First Meeting

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He was so nice to me! I really liked him. Meeting him was such a pleasure, seeing his eyes for the first time, feeling the anticipation of what could be.

He was a perfect gentleman, just as he'd always been the times we'd talked. He was interesting, telling me all of his life stories while we sipped red
wine over candles in the restaurant.

At the end of the evening, he asked politely if he might accompany me back to my door. My small apartment? On a first meeting? Of course I couldn't. It would not be appropriate! Besides, what would he think, seeing the tiny rooms, the bed in my front living area? I hesitated. But looking into his eyes soothed me. How could I turn him down? I really liked him! I smiled, imagining a parting kiss at my doorstep.

As we arrived at my place, something in his eyes changed. A small twinkle, a slight shift. I dismissed the thought, ignoring the tricks my eyes were playing. He stepped close to me, and my eyes closed inadvertently, expectingly...

"You will let me come in, now." he whispered in a smooth, almost hypnotic voice. I couldn't move, didn't know how to react, or what to say....I was taken by surprise. Fearing losing my composure, rather than stutter, I stumbled backward as I turned the knob and opened the door, stepping backward into the darkness of my empty house.

"I just thought maybe you would only...." I struggled to fill the silence, to find words to freeze the moment, to suddenly turn him back, to send him home. They were oddly lacking.  He moved closer to me, very close, looking directly into my eyes. "Shhhh," he said, putting his finger to my lips.

"You're so pretty..." he whispered, the sultry, heavy, slow tone of his voice almost trance-inducing. I backed against the door suddenly, unaware
that his movement had unconsciously pinned me against the door.

Unable to flee, my back against the unbudging wood, he slowly moved his face closer to mine, closer. His lips barely brushed mine. My heart pounded! Then, suddenly moving his lips near my neck he inhaled deeply...taking in the scent of me?!! I tried to speak, tried to turnaway, my shy nervousness grasping desperately for some escape route.

He took my chin firmly in his hand, holding my head in place, finally pressing his lips to mine. His kiss was soft, but unyeilding.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" His voice rumbled in his chest.

Hearing the familiar resonance, the resonance I'd heard so many times on the phone, knowing the comfort I felt in that voice, I melted beneath him, suffering my restrained desire and my hunger.

He sensed my desire. "Oooo, yes," he whispered. Then looking into my eyes he said slowly, "Now you will do whatever I tell you. We are here alone, and
now you are mine. Do you understand?"

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Will saying this give her a little fear? She will know my power, and she'll try to escape me. Like a game of cat and mouse. Let her run for a while if she wants, she can't get away. How will she react? No need to use the "password"...not yet. I'll enjoy watching her try to run. I'll show her who I am. Go ahead, Cait, try to escape me. You'll never get away.
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"....Do you understand?"

I shuddered involuntarily, shocked at his forwardness, the absolute resolve in his voice, the smooth, unrushed calm. What could he possibly mean?!! How
dare he be so bold! My heart skipped, my skin suddenly tingled. I tried to be defiant, side-stepping him and walking past him. Should I demand that he
leave? Would that be too rude? Did I really want him to go? I didn't want to offend him. Surely he could not mean to......

"I really had a wonderful time," I stammered, the absense of other words filling the darkness. He smiled softly, his face changing back again to that I'd seen at dinner. He looked at me, silently, just standing there...as though he was waiting for something.

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You know what I came here for, Caitlyn. But you want to play innocent? Ok. I like this game. Playing with her. Where can you go, Caitlyn? No one will hear you here if you scream. No one to stop me from getting what I want, least of all not you...
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He just stood there.

Disarmed, I moved toward the dark corner where my bed was neatly tucked at four corners. I sat down, my knees weak, barely trembling. What was the
proper way to ask him to go now? I didn't want to be rude, but I could never...I HAD never....

He slowly walked toward me and sat beside me, turned so that his eyes were locked on my face. Maybe I could just enjoy him being here, his strength
next to me...

In the silence we sat there for what seemed an eternity. I could neither speak nor move, lost in the confusion of my mind. Finally he breathed a deep
sigh, turned toward me, and then raised his hand slowly....slowly, to my chin, and lifted my chin toward him. He kissed me again, this time bringing
his hand to my neck. My skin lept beneath his fingers.

I broke the kiss when I felt I was losing myself. "Neil!" I whispered. He replaced my words with yet another, stronger kiss, the force pushing me
slowly backward onto my bed. My heart pounded, my skin screaming for his touch, but this was not right! I...I couldn't...I....

"Neil, no, listen, you have to go," I gasped.

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Is that fear peeking in from behind your eyes, little Caitlyn? Now this is REALLY getting to be fun. To see your fear, to know my prey is aware of my
power...why use the 'passwords', when this could be so much more fun?
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"Neil, I'm serious. You have to go." He smiled and chuckled softly, unconvinced. I tried to gather myself, but his weight was on me, and I
suddenly was realizing how much stronger than I he might be. My heart started to pound harder.

"No, but YOU.... WILL .... do as I wish. We're here alone and you can't stop me now." My eyes opened wide. Surely he did NOT intend to...he would
never....

As I scrambled to find protest, his hand moved slowly to my throat. First he caressed it gently, then slowly he wrapped his fingers around my neck,
pressing his fingertips and thumb into the sides of it tightly. I felt intensity and fire in his grip, and it scared me. Then he forced a kiss on me.

Terrified, I didn't dare move, his fingers dug into the sides of my neck. What was he doing?! The electricity in my veins rushed faster, my heart
pounded, yet I felt a strange aching in my loins. When he lifted his lips from mine, I gasped.

"Neil! Please! Stop! You have to..."

He pressed his hand slightly harder against my neck, cutting off my airflow slightly. My heart pounded even harder, and I gasped.

"Neil, you're scaring me, don't!"

As though in slow motion, his words entered my mind. "Just...relax...and I won't..have...to hurt you. Do you understand me?"

The last words were torturingly slow, almost condescending, the determination rang absolute in his pace. I nodded, my eyes heavy with lust, tainted with fear.

"Neil, please," I whispered, "I've never..." He kissed me again, arresting my words with his lips, his tongue finding mine, silencing me. He pressed
down on me, kissing me firmly, his hand moving from my neck, to the top of my blouse. Again I gasped in hungry desire, against my will.

Slowly, almost tenderly, he took his time caressing the bare skin above my blouse. When his hand moved to the top button, I resisted. "No, Neil," I
whispered softly.

Again he was not convinced. "Don't stop me.....Just relax....You are mine now. I will have you as I please."

I began to tremble, wondering what he intended. I didn't dare move. Gently he moved his hand to my belly. I took his wrist in my hand, trying to push him away, but he held his ground firmly.

"Don't stop me. What are you afraid of, Caitlyn? I won't do anything you don't want me to...." he spoke softly, but his tone mocked me. "Just relax...." The smooth calm of his voice was persuasive...I moaned. Then I thought twice -- was he only saying that to stop my resistence?

"Neil, I can't...I..." Again he kissed me, smothering my words, his hand sliding up my blouse, finding its way just beneath my breast. I heaved in
heated breathing, unable to control the effect his slow intensity had on my skin, on my body.

My words protested, but my juices started to flow. He leaned to my ear, moaning softly, apparently enjoying the feel of my skin, then whispered, "You are so beautiful. I want to take you. Let me have you, Cait. It'll be so good..."

I moaned, hypnotized by his words, and turned my head away from him to hide my desire. He took my chin in his hands and turned me to face him. His eyes stared unhaltingly into mine. When he had locked my eyes, his hand moved over my ribcage, ever so slightly, barely closer to my breast, teasing to
caress my nipple, but yet so far as to possibly be mistaken for innocent. My eyes closed heavily, and I gasped again.

"Mmmm, that's it....let go....Give in to me...."

Tortured, I pressed against his arm, trying to slide his hand down away from my breast, away from my weakness, but against his strength I was powerless. His hand moved closer. I began writhing under him, my mind trying to rescue what my body was yeilding to.

"I know you want this Caitlyn...I know you...you can't hide it from me. Let go."

He kissed me again, more insistently this time, his unyeilding strength moving closer to my nipple, finally sliding across the top of it. I gasped
and writhed frantically. I had to escape him! If he excited me too much, who KNOWS what I might.....

Seeing my pleasure mixed with resistence, he tried to calm me, "Relax..." he soothed.

Sometimes his touch excited me even more, the pleasure lulling me into erotic delirium. Realizing my weakness, he responded, whispering, "Yes....that's it....give in...let it go...let yourself go to me...." I tried to recover myself, to win my battle against him, against myself. Each time I fought, he kissed me more passionately, moved more closely to my breasts, aroused me even more, gently, insistently, using my own desire against me, breaking down my defenses.

Finally he tired of my hands' struggle against him, and pinned them in one of his, underneath my back, entwining both my wrists in one strong hand
underneath me, propping my breasts higher in the air. With his other hand he caressed me gently, unhurriedly, making me pant, making me lose control.

"Let go..." he whispered each time desire overcame me. He did it deliberately - waiting until I was at my most physically vulnerable, and
then trying to control me with his words. "Give it up to me," he whispered after another moan. I couldn't!  I just couldn't! But my body said
otherwise.

"Nooooo," I whimpered, writhing underneath him.

Slowly he moved his free hand to my buttons, and with infinite unhurry he unbuttoned two buttons. I turned my head to the side and moaned again,
desperate to feel him, yet unable to let myself be taken by him. "Noooo," I whispered.

"Yeesssss," he replied. When his touch caressed the bare skin between the buttons, I gasped again, and he said, "Tell me you want me..."  I hesitated. I remained silent.

Keeping my hands pinned in his, he used his free hand to slowly unbutton another button. "Tell me you want me," he repeated. I shook my head, trying
to clear the fog in my mind, unwilling to speak the language my body felt. Another button gave way. He toyed with me, enjoying my skin, taking his
time, unrushed. I writhed in pleasure and resistence, losing myself.

As my breathing quickened, he took each cue of pleasure as a possible win, repeating himself. "Tell me you want me. I know you do. Say it."

Finally I could fight no longer, as his fingers traced large circles around my breast. I desired him! My skin yearned to be touched! My nipples ached
for him. As I moaned, losing the battle against myself, he knew he was winning, "Yes...that's it....thaaaat's it.... mmmmmm.....You like that don't
you......say it.....say it..."

"Yes!" I whispered. He smiled, the permission he sought finally awarded. But this was just the beginning. He took his time, slowly, absolute confidence
guiding him.

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You have no power over me, little Caitlyn. I know your every desire, I know your body. I know you can't resist the pleasure. I will drive you so
desperately insane, you will do whatever I tell you. I will use your own body against you to control you.

And if your resistence gets in my way, I have a trump card.
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"Yes? Yes what?" He kissed my neck again. He was deliberate, using my body against me; when I remained silent he gently excited me again until I could
no longer fight and gave in to him. His determination was unparalleled.

"YES I want you ohhhhhhh...." I was crumbling.

"I'm going to take you for as long as I want..." he whispered in my ear. "I'm going to take you, remove your clothes, make you totally vulnerable to
me. I'm going to make you ache for me, make you beg.... Then I will meet you whenever I want, you will not be able to resist me, and I will please myself
with you whenever I choose."

What was he saying?! Was he hypnotising me with my own pleasure? I had heard that the subconscious was most vulnerable after orgasm, or in times of
extreme pleasure or pain or fatigue....

I felt as though in a trance, victim to his caresses and unable to fight the pleasure he brought from my body. Like an instrument, he knew how to make me
respond.

In one last effort to resist him I began squirming again.

"That's it." He said softly, standing. "I've had enough now." He removed his belt, and I feared the worst and started to panic.

"Neil, no! I just can't Neil, I...." Then he removed his tie, and throwing himself onto the bed next to me, he let go of the belt and tie and,
fiercely, took my wrists into his hands. I struggled against him, knowing that this was my last chance to finally flee, to escape him, to put a stop
to his intentions.

I writhed like a panic-strickened cat. He pinned me down with his bodyweight, my wrists pinned to the bed near my shoulders. I bucked my hips
to try to throw him off me, to no avail. Suddenly, with my wrists pinned down to the bed harder, he kissed me again.... hard....unrelenting.

Then moving his lips to my neck, he began kissing the bare skin with intensity, as though a starving man drinking in his first meal of a decade. "Neil, noooooo," I moaned. My blouse was open, and as he devoured my neck I felt exposed, my bare chest too suggestive. He seemed to sense my fears, and paused a moment to look at th treasure before him. Slowly, he moved toward the v between the folds, then suddenly took the edge of my blouse in his teeth and flung it to the side, away from my breast, threatening to expose me.

"NEIL!!! NO!!!" I writhed harder, but his weight was too much for me. He slowly kissed the bare skin in the middle of my chest, then, snickering softly at my resisting, he ever-so-slowly slid his lips across my skin, closer to my left breast.

"You will be mine. You have no choice."

I writhed, he held my wrists down. Slow, delicate kisses moved closer and closer to my nipple, my absolute end.... He took his time, seeming to enjoy my squirming, my struggle. "You can fight, but you can't win." I continued to try to get away from him.

Closer still, I knew I was done for if he reached his goal. My body was giving in, my juices flowing faster, then his tongue teased my skin near the
edge. So close. So dangerous. "Neeeiiilll!!"

Delicately as I writhed, he let his tongue sneak closer, finally flicking over the top of my nipple. I gasped, horrified and completely excited. "NOOoooo, Neil!!!"

Suddenly he pressed his mouth against my breast, engulfing my nipple, teasing it and flicking it and gently biting it. My eyes closed heavily, my breathing changed to quick panting and gasps. I could hardly stand the pleasure. "Nooooo, pleeeeeaaaasse!!!"

He moaned, ignoring me, enjoying my skin, my desire. Slowly he shifted, moving obviously toward the other nipple. I continued to fight, to try to rescue the last ounces of self-control I still had...

When his lips brushed my right nipple, I gasped again. "Tell me you want me, Caitlyn." I tried so hard to resist, but it was getting harder and harder. As he caressed my skin with his tongue, I felt myself start to buckle.

"Neil..." I pleaded weakly. He let go of my left wrist, and while his mouth played on my right nipple, his fingers caressed the other. This was my undoing.

"OHhhhh ohhhhh..." My moan was his cue.

"Say it, Caitlyn. Tell me you want me."

I almost gave in. My words almost beat me. But my free hand moved toward his shoulder, pushing his lips away from my skin, saving me the mere ounces of space I needed to regain self-control.

In a burst of power, he suddenly pushed his weight on me, as though he had lost his temper. My free hand was no match for his weight, I could not stop him.

His right hand flicked the top of my left nipple, and his mouth pressed against the left. I moaned loudly, lost, my head spinning.

"Listen to me, slave!" he hissed.

I froze, suddenly feeling absolutely immobile. I was horrified! Who did he think he was! How dare he call me "Slave"! But as my mind rushed, my body
could not move. I screeched a panicked whimper, feeling absolutely powerless to defend myself. What was happening?!

He laughed, feeling my tension. "You can't move now, Caitlyn. You will listen to me and do exactly as I tell you!" I was so excited, I couldn't
stop myself from obeying him. I would have done anything.

"You will lay there. Don't move." He got up off me, taking his belt and tie into his hands, and moving to my ankles. After a brief pause, he rushed
toward the bathroom.

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15 seconds. How can I tie her to serve me in 15 seconds? I'll need something stronger, something else...something....
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He knew about my robes, and the bathroom door was too close for comfort. As I lay on the bed, erotic lust enveloping my body, rendering me powerless to
move, I heard him find my terrycloth belts. Two of them, thick and long. He murmured his pleasure, I moaned my undoing.

When he returned, he straddled my body and pulled my arms above me. As he tied my left wrist to the bedpost, I felt I could hardly move, a fog of
delirium posessing me. Had to clear my head...had...to....

As he reached for my other arm, I began to regain my composure, but it was too late. Already half bound, my one arm was no match for both of his. He
easily bound my other wrist to the other bedpost, tying the terrycloth tightly around my arm. I couldn't move out from underneath him.

He tested each arm, sliding his little finger under each tie to be sure it wasn't too tight, then testing to see if I could writhe out of my binds. I couldn't.

Sliding down the length of my body, he straddled my hips, looking at his handiwork.

"Now, my pretty, I WILL have my way, and you WILL have no choice." He smiled evilly at me, then shoved his lips against mine, taking what I no
longer intended to give him. My body responded, betraying me.

I contemplated kicking him...all I needed was for him to move far enough down the length of the bed....

He took posession of my skin. He kissed my neck, mauled my breasts, caressed my belly. Sometimes his touch was harsh, rough and agressive,
sometimes it was too slow and gentle. He scared me.

"You know you can't get away. All this is all mine now. You are my slave, and I will do with you as I please."

After teasing my nipples and making me moan again, he said, "Listen to me, Slave, you will do as I say... Do you understand?" I felt so heavy, so
drained. I nodded weakly.

He straddled my belly and unzipped his zipper vulgarly in front of me. I closed my eyes and turned my head, and he yelled at me. "OPEN your eyes and
look at me, bitch! Look at what you're gonna get! LOOK AT IT." I turned to face him, seeing him take his cock out of his pants. Then I turned
again, moving my chin to the side, and moaned.

Roughly he took his hand and turned my chin to face him. I had no power to resist him. "Suck it," he said softly. I opened my mouth, unwillingly, yet
unable to stop myself. I wanted to please him, and moaned as he skid over my tongue, between my lips. Hungrily I took him into my mouth, and when I
leaned up to meet him, he shoved a pillow behind my head, pinning me higher against him.

"Oh yeah," he said, the resonant voice now posessing me entirely. "I'm gonna fuck your mouth now, you bitch! I'm gonna take my pleasure, and right
when you think I'm done I'm going to fuck you until you beg me to stop. But I won't stop." I moaned, unable to restrain myself, and licked eagerly
under his cock to try to please him, try to make him less enraged. Maybe if he came, I thought, he'd leave me alone, he'd calm down and let me go. I
licked and sucked and slid my lips down his shaft, hoping the softness pleased him.

Suddenly, he grabbed the back of my head, and slowly began lunging his hips into my face, sliding his cock into my mouth at his own pace. I realized again that my legs were free, and this was my chance to try something. I pulled my knees up under him, but he caught on too fast and pushed himself back. Sliding down my body, he pinned my legs again.

"Listen to me, slave, you can't move your legs now, do you understand me?" As he spoke, he took my nipples into his fingers, and again I felt powerless. As I lay motionless, he tied one leg to the corner of the bed with his belt, and the other with his tie. I wanted to kick him, I wanted to fight, but I felt so utterly lost in a fog of desire, as though I was hardly awake...

Standing back, he looked at my body. I felt invaded, exposed, vulnerable. "You're all mine, and you can't get away. I'll do whatever I want, for as long as I want," he whispered in my ear.

Bound this way, he took his time caressing me, pleasing me, exciting me. He took my mouth, sliding his cock over my tongue, pleasing himself, but he would not let me make him come. I was trapped, his sexual toy. Soon he stood beside me, and started to caress my inner thigh. I began writhing against my bounds, afraid he might try something more "personal".

"You can't get away, Cait," he said. But I was becoming more earnest, and my mind was clearing. I did NOT want him to have me.

"Neil, let me go and I won't tell anyone about this."

"No, Cait. You're not going anywhere until I am finished."

"Neil, if you don't, I'll scream."

"Listen to me, slut! You will NOT scream!"

I took a breath in, a deep, long breath. He saw me. He knew my intent. Suddenly he grabbed my neck with one hand, and slapped me across the face
with the other. I screeched, shocked!

"I'm not kidding, Cait, you will not scream. Don't make me hurt you. Do you hear me?" His fingers dug into the sides of my neck. I nodded, terrified. He kissed me, hard, almost painfully. "Good girl. Now suck cock like the good little slut you are."

Holding my neck, he straddled my chest again and slid his dick over my lips. "Stick out your tongue, little girl," he said. I did, and he slid his cock from bottom to top over my tongue, then slid his cock into my mouth. "Oh yeah, oh yeah."

Leaning forward, he fucked my mouth, sometimes slowly, long strokes pushing him against the back of my throat, sometimes with short and quick strokes
over my tongue and lips.

"Ooooo OOOOOo Ooohhhhh!" I thought for sure he'd finally come, finally free me.

He pulled himself off me, and resumed looking at my body. He had not come.

"I want you to beg me to fuck you, wench!" He kneeled next to me, and started playing with my tits again. I writhed, and he kissed me. "Beg me," he whispered.

"Nooooo," I whispered back. But his fingers on my nipples were weakening me again. Each moment he touched me, I felt wetter, less powerful, more eager
to please him. And he knew it.

"Tell me you want it, slave," he spat. I bit my lips, fighting him.

He kissed me, then moved his mouth to one breast, licking his fingers and caressing the other. "OOooohhhh Goddddddddd Yessssssss pleeeeaaase!" I
begged, beside myself.

"Please what, slut?" He continued to maul and suck my breasts.

"Please take me, please take me..."

"Do you want me to fuck you, Cait?"

"Nooooo!!" I said, trying to regain myself.

"WHAT?" He grabbed my throat again, still sucking my breast and fondling the other. Scared, I gasped, but I was equally confused at the rush of pleasure that made me wetter as his hand pressed against my jugglar.

I moaned, completely afraid. "Please fuck me," I whispered. That was all he needed to hear.

"Say it again, little girl," he was toying with me, enjoying controlling my body, intent on breaking me and controlling my mind.

"Please, please...please fuck me..."

"Oh yes. You're gonna get it good. Here I come."

He slid down the length of my body, kneeling between my bound legs. "You can't do anything to stop me, Caitlyn. I'm gonna fuck you whether you like it or not. I'm gonna please myself with your body. Do you hear me, bitch?"

I trembled, a mix of unbearable desire and mounting fear. What would he do to me?