Blood and Sex

Chapter 4 - Meet and Greet

His body was against hers. She could feel his weight and heat of his nakedness, pressed against the length of her own sweaty, naked body.

She ran her hands up his back, digging in with her fingernails. His mouth devoured every inch of her skin. Hungrily. His tongue, making wet circles around her nipples. She gasped as he suddenly entered her, shoving his whole length all the way in.

Pain suddenly shot through her body. She jerked reflexively against it, trying to get away from the sharpness. It was enough to jerk her out of her deep unconscious dream state.

She was confused, not knowing exactly where she was. The throbbing in her head told her that she had a bit too much to drink last night.

*Hangover.*

She groaned, and tried to roll over, being uncomfortably on her side. For some reason she had slept with her arms behind her. Pins and needles flared through her arms to her shoulders as she tried to move.

She heard a clink as she shifted. Furrowing her brow at the out of place sound, she tried to move her hands from their cramped position. But they refused to budge.

They’re just asleep. She tried to reassure herself.

Clenching her teeth against the pain in her shoulders, she forced her hands and arms to move. Once more they refused, but now she knew why.

She was bound.

Last night’s events came flooding back to her almost overwhelmingly. The wreck, the tall, pale stranger who had dragged her out of it. Him taking her to an unknown place. Now holding her captive.

She opened her eyes. Squinting against the bright sunlight that filtered in through the dusty square window near the door.

She could now see her aforementioned captor, asleep, sitting in a chair at the table, his head laying on his outstretched hands. One hand still clasped around a bottle, with the remains of some clear liquid inside. It tilted carelessly on the edge of its round bottom, threatening to spill out.

Vodka or some sort she assumed.

She tested her legs. They were sore and stiff, but free. Slowly, never taking her eyes off the silent form in front of her, she moved her legs to the edge of the bed. Swinging them over, she sat up.

Dizziness swam over her, threatening to send her in to darkness once more. She paused, closing her eyes, and taking in deep breaths. Slowly and reluctantly, the dizziness left her.

She opened her eyes again. He was still asleep.

Opening her mouth to try and keep her rapid, frightened breathing quiet, she stood up. Her legs held, albeit shakily but they held her weight.

She took a step forward. One foot at a time, being careful not to stomp. When an old board creaked suddenly under her weight, she held her breath, staring with wide eyes at the pale man.

He mumbled something uncomprehendable in his sleep, smacked his lips together but other wise never awoke.

She let her still held breath out in one long release. Starting the slow process toward the door once more.

It took several long, agonizing seconds but she finally reached her destination.

Now the problem of opening it. She turned around, keeping her movements, as slow and still as possible. With the door now at her back, she searched for the knob.

Her escape inniment now, she became even more desperate, and frantic. The tears started flowing down her dirty and bloodied cheeks. She whimpered against her tightly clamped mouth. Finally her grasping fingers locked around the cold metal of the door handle. Giving it one rough twist, it opened with a click. The sound seemed louder then ever in the silence of the still room. But he was still motionless. More likely in a drunken sleep.

She spun around, inching the door open with her leg. The sun poured into the room. She was free.

Rough strong hands grabbed her shoulders. In one swift move, he yanked her back in and slammed the door closed.

“Where the fuck do you think your going?” He slyly grinned down into her frightened face. “You think you can get away scot fucking free?”

“Please let me go.” She whimpered, not caring about the tears that now seemed to pour down her face as if someone had turned on a faucet.

“P-p-please.” He studdered, mocking her crying speak.

Anger suddenly rushed through her. She brought her knee up swiftly, connecting hard with his groin.

He moaned and stepped back. His hands balling her shirt into fists as they still gripped her shoulders. Willing the pain away, he shook his head slightly, trying to clear it.
Recovering quickly, he slammed her against the wall. She let out a small cry as her already hurting head, cracked against the hard wood.

The closeness of him, oddly enough, was bringing feelings that shouldn’t have been felt from deep within the pit of her stomach. Her mind drifted back to the erotic dream that had rudely been interrupted.

His hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing just enough to control her but not enough to knock her out.

She struggled against his strong, tight grasp. Desperate to get away.

He squeezed tighter, slamming her against the wall, and pressing his body against hers to pin her there.

Her diminishing supply of oxygen forced her to become still. Her heart pounded as if it were ready to explode from her chest. Her breathing came in short, strangled gasps. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, and oddly enough it was turning her own.

“You fucking bitch, don’t ever try to do that again.” He leaned in closer to her.

Without warning, he clamped his mouth down on hers, forcibly. His lips moved against her own trembling ones. He forced his tongue into her mouth, exploring the taste of her.

She struggled slightly, whimpering against his lips. But he refused to relinquish his grasp, nor break the kiss.

It was a violent kiss, filled with hunger. He pressed his lips tighter against hers, nearly to bruising level. She slowly, hesitantly started to react. Kissing him back.

He broke the kiss without warning. Grinning back at her, watching the fear in her eyes. His hand was still clamped around her throat, but he loosened it just enough to allow her to breathe more freely.

He pulled his head back slightly, more so to look at her.

“If you try that one more time.” His eyes traveled down her body, as he brought his free hand up, caressing a breast.

She gasped at the sudden touch, but she wasn’t sure if it was more with excitement or fear. Her body shivered underneath his rough, but soft touch.

He leaned in closer once more. She opened her mouth, expecting the soft feel of his lips against hers again.

His lips brushed hers ever so slightly, she could feel his warm breath against her mouth. She moaned softly, surprisingly wanting more of him.

He smiled with his lips still against hers. “Fuck if I don’t kill you right now.”

With amazing strength, he threw her back onto the bed.

She watched him slowly approach. Her eyes taking in his lean, once more half naked body. The slight musculature of his stomach, moving slightly as he sauntered closer to her.

“My name is Otis B. Driftwood.” He raised his left hand, placing it across his chest, as if to make sure she knew he was talking about him. “And I am going to be your fucking host for the remainder of the day.”

He leaned in closer to her again, his scruffy face just inches from hers, so much so that she could almost feel it scratch her already scratched up face. His long white hair brushed against her shoulders. She gazed down, surprisingly, longingly at his wet lips. Wanting to feel them against her mouth once more.

Here she was bound, tied, held captive by some crazed lunatic, and she was getting aroused by him.

“And who do I have the honor of making my next victim?” His voice was husky, but soft. He spoke in near whisper, as he pushed his face closer to hers, curiously turning his head from side to side as if to find the best approach to her mouth, never taking his steel blue eyes away from her own green ones.

“R-R-Ryek.” She spoke in an even softer whisper. Her voice shaking, causing her bottom lip to quiver slightly.

The slight movement catching his attention, he gazed rabidly down at her mouth. He snaked his tongue out of his mouth and licked her swollen lips, quickly with the tip of his tongue.

“Nice to fucking meet ya. Hate to have to kill ya.” He grabbed her shoulders in his hands and violently shoving her backwards, forcing her flat on the bed.